Duan Qingyan followed Cuihua into the courtyard of Xianshifang, and then arranged to wait in a small room that looked like a woodshed.
Cuihua was very embarrassed, but her worry for her daughter was written all over her face.
If you don't advance in the way of cultivation, you will retreat. Although your lifespan will increase significantly once you enter the innate lifespan, and your lifespan will increase again at each stage, it is also the habit of every cultivator to seize every minute and every second to practice.
Duan Qingmei and Duan Junyi are such geniuses, what right does Duan Qingyan have to waste time?
Although I am a little worried about Miss Cuiliu, what is supposed to come will always come, and it is useless to worry blindly.
Duan Qingyan calmly took out the Dingyun mental method that she had always failed to learn, silently understood it, and let the true energy flow in the simple woodshed and hut.
They had been waiting for most of the day, and Duan Qingyan and Cuihua didn't even have lunch or drink a sip of tea.
It wasn't until it got dark that Miss Xiu walked in with a wooden box.
"Hey, your daughter Cui Liu." The wooden box was thrown at Cui Hua, but it was not thrown away. It seemed to be quite strong.
Cuihua opened the box with a little trembling, staring at the contents in the box with bleeding eyes, her quiet tone was a bit abnormal.
Duan Qingyan was a little curious and turned to look.
In the box, a head with glaring eyes made Duan Qingyan feel like vomiting.
"I'll leave the person to you. Cuiliu still owes me ten spiritual stones. Once you pay it, you can leave." Miss Xiu looked at the wooden box with disgust, and spoke directly without even looking at Cuihua and Duan Qingyan.
Ask for money. "Otherwise I will take this box away."
"Girl, what do you mean? If someone dies here, you still want us to hand over the spirit stone?" Duan Qing was furious.
Isn't this blatant bullying?
"What do you mean people die here? It's because she overestimated her ability and tried to climb up Tiancaifeng to hook up with Master Leng, but she fell down from the mountain. What does it have to do with us?" Miss Xiu spoke very eloquently, and she talked about herself and Tiancaifeng in a few words.
Picked everything clean.
In short, everything is a dead person seeking death, so if she dies, you still have to pay me to help you keep her head during this period. Ten spiritual stones are considered cheap.
"You're talking nonsense. Liu'er is not this kind of person. It's obviously your Master Leng who has been aggressive and wants Liu'er to practice with him." Cuihua gave it all. She had always been afraid of Tian Caifeng's reputation and didn't dare to tell her secrets. Now her daughter is dead.
Okay, what else does she dare not say?
Practicing? It’s a good thing.
But Cuihua seemed to feel ashamed when she said this. Is there any hidden secret?
"You are talking nonsense with red lips and white teeth. You dare to slander my master. Believe it or not, I will punish you now. I believe that no one in Dingyun Sect is stupid enough to not deal with my young master for your servant." Xiu.
The girl was also anxious now. She still looked like a girl, she was like a tigress.
Not only did she say that, she didn't know when she had a dagger in her hand.
She was already standing close to Cuihua. She got mad and flashed her sword, but her attack took only a moment and caught Cuihua off guard.
What a handsome kung fu! At least the sixth level of martial artist.
Of course, Duan Qingyan doesn't have time to appreciate it now. If she doesn't take action, Cuihua should go and accompany her daughter.
Just when Miss Xiu's dagger was about to hit Cuihua's chest, there was only a sound.
The show girl hesitated for about half a second. She couldn't figure out why there was an extra hammer for nothing, and the force from the hammer was so strong that it hurt the show girl's jaw, and she almost lost her ability to hold the dagger.
Behind him, Duan Qingyan's attack also arrived.
Duan Qingyan had no intention of holding back for such a snake-hearted person, and slapped Miss Xiu hard on the back with a fiery palm.
"Pfft." Miss Xiu's modest skills were not enough in front of Duan Qingyan. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and she fell limply to the ground.
Duan Qingyan was still a bit serious. After all, although this woman was unreasonable and struck first, they had no actual casualties, and there were many doubts about Miss Cuiliu's death, so although Duan Qingyan's attack was heavy, it was not fatal.
"Who are you? Do you know that I am Master Leng's woman? If you hit me, you are slapping Master Leng in the face. You will never be able to hang out in Dingyun Sect again."
"Who is Master Leng?" Duan Qingyan asked.
Hiss, arrogant, really arrogant, not many people dare to ask that.
Duan Qingyan was wronged. She didn't mean it. Was it wrong to ask casually? But she really didn't know who Master Leng was.
She only knew that the only person in Dingyun Sect who could be called young master was the handsome guy named Yun Chuchen, because he was the son of the sect leader.
"Stop your dog eyes. Master Leng is the son of our Lord Leng of Tiancai Peak. Are you a low-class person like you asking this question casually? How can you, a lowly person like you who will never be born with a low life, deserve to know about our Master Leng?"
He was born at the age of ten and established his foundation at the age of seventeen, only one year later than the young sect master." Miss Xiu kept her pitiful dog-lying posture while talking.
"How do I know whether what you said is true or false? Since I have offended you, why not kill someone and silence them, lest your Mr. Leng trouble me." Duan Qingyan played with the broadsword in his hand, and the cold light reflected on Xiu
The girl's face, coupled with her own terrifying ugly face, looked extremely fierce.
"No, don't do it. The worst is, I, I'll just treat it as a misunderstanding." Xiu girl hurriedly called out.
"Misunderstanding? Okay." Duan Qingyan did not put away the knife. "Then you have to tell me the truth. How did Cuiliu die?"
"Didn't I tell you that I went up the mountain by myself and fell to death?" Miss Xiu bit her to death.
"You're talking nonsense. It's impossible for Liu'er's fifth-level cultivation to throw him to death." Cuihua's spirit was in a state of extreme grief and anger.
"Anyway, Master Leng said so. How do I know? She was already dead when I found her."
"Oh, you fell to death and dropped your own head?" Duan Qingyan endured the strong discomfort and looked up and down at the head in the box. It can be seen that the fracture in the neck area is very smooth, and the head is very fresh and the time of death will definitely not exceed
one day.
"If you don't tell me, I'll paint your face and make you uglier than me." Duan Qingyan stepped forward fiercely and used the back of a knife to mark the pretty girl's face.
A biting chill ran across her face, and Miss Xiu was so frightened that she quickly shouted: "I said, I said, please don't scratch my face, I will say anything."
"Then tell me, how did Cuiliu die?"
"She offended Master Leng, and then..." Miss Xiu quickly answered.
It's Master Leng again.
Duan Qingyan asked Miss Xiu a few more questions, knocked her unconscious, took away all the spiritual stones from her body, and left the shabby woodshed with Cuihua in a fair and just manner.
Until the main street met Qiu Fengzhu who was shopping with Ah-Dai and left.
And Cuihua, an aunt who was originally quite dignified and generous, suddenly became unusually silent.
The atmosphere was a bit depressing. Duan Qingyan didn't say anything, and Qiu Fengzhu didn't ask. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my biggest motivation.)