Lin Qingli bit her lower lip, her nose turned red from crying: "Senior, I really don't know where she is. In the ancient tomb, she showed me the way once and then disappeared. We have never seen each other again. I
I dare not lie to you."
The woman studied her expression carefully, and after a moment, she let go of her fiercely: "You freed that bitch, and she might come to you again in the future. If you have any information, report it to me immediately. Do you understand?
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"Listen, I understand." Lin Qingli said tremblingly.
The woman said: "Communication jade."
Lin Qingli handed over her jade bracelet, she reached out and touched it, and her contact information appeared on it.
When he raised his head again, the woman disappeared in front of the bed. Lin Qingli stood still for a long time, feeling unprecedented pressure and grievances. She opened the door and ran out crying.
Rong Mo was sitting on the bed reading a book, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and what came into view was the girl with pear blossoms and rain.
Lin Qingli was still emotionally broken at first, but when she saw Rong Mo who was still injured on the bed, she felt annoyed that she shouldn't have caused him any trouble. She still had tears on her face, sniffing and looking at him.
Rong Mo looked at her blankly. Lin Qingli looked a little pitiful. He was silent for a long time and said to her gently: "Who bullied you?"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Qingli's grievance became more intense. She could no longer control her mood and cried into his arms.
Rong Mo stroked her back like a close brother and said patiently: "Why are you crying? Tell me if you have anything."
"Senior brother, senior brother, wuwuwu..." She hugged his chest tightly in fear, as if this was the only way to calm down her mood.
Rong Mo knew that she was feeling uncomfortable, so he didn't ask any more questions. He kept holding her and wiping the tears from her face.
A month later, Mu Yao was practicing swordplay in his yard when a voice came from behind: "Senior sister!"
Chen Wuchuan came over with a plate of snacks. He has been trying to make these cakes by himself these days, and every time he makes them, they are pretty good.
Mu Yao said: "You don't actually have to do this. Mother accepts you as a disciple in the hope that you can practice well."
"I'm practicing, but my senior sister is too diligent and refuses to eat even after noon." He brought the cakes over.
But to be honest, Chen Wuchuan's talent is such that even Dongfang Mu Yao is amazed. No wonder Su Qionghua is willing to accept him as a disciple.
Chen Wuchuan looked like he didn't practice much every day, and even often dragged Mu Yao to the back mountain to laze around. However, his cultivation level was increasing at an extremely fast rate, so much so that Dongfang Mu Yao thought he had practiced some evil way.
But looking at other people, like Liu Qingdu, who was practicing very quickly, she knew that it was her problem.
She has poor talent and is slow to learn. There is nothing she can do about it.
"In just one month, senior sister has already practiced the mental technique from the fifth level to the sixth level. My senior sister is really amazing." He praised without hesitation.
After spending more time with him, Mu Yao found that he spent more time happy.
"The sixth level is nothing. My brother has already reached the eighth level. I have to seize the time to practice more." Mu Yao said while eating cakes.
"Why do you have to compare yourself with Senior Brother Dongfang?" He frowned.
"Because my brother's talent is unparalleled in the past." Mu Yao said calmly: "Since his death, everyone's attention has been on me, and they will think that I will be as great as my brother. If I slack off even a little bit, I will
It will disgrace my brother."
"These people really have nothing to do." He said coldly: "They don't want you to become Dongfang Zhong, because they will be jealous. What they want to see is that you make a fool of yourself for the Dongfang family and win Dongfang Zhong.
Take back the glory."
He said it so bluntly, and Mu Yao said helplessly: "As long as it's tacit, they have their own ideas. As the young master of the Dongfang family, I also have to have my own plans."
"But if you keep practicing like this, you will hurt your body. Practicing Qigong also requires a balance between work and rest." He was dissatisfied: "I really want to go out to play with my senior sister, but my senior sister is too diligent and always puts off."
He thinks that everyone is as talented as him? He can be promoted even in his sleep. It's really irritating that people are more competitive than others.
While the two people were talking, several disciples looked hurriedly outside, apparently they had something important to do.
"Stop, what happened?" Mu Yao called them.
Several disciples looked at each other: "This..."
A disciple stood up and said: "It has nothing to do with Young Master. Young Master just needs to cultivate with all his heart."
Mu Yao's eyes were slightly cold. They called her Young Master on the surface, but they knew better than anyone in their hearts that Su Qionghua was in charge of the entire Yuyin Villa. But in front of her, they actually dared to treat her like this.
, which is actually a bit insulting.
Even if Su Qionghua controls Yuyin Villa, who do they think they are?
"Presumptuous, what do you mean by looking around like this? Do you still see me, the young master, in your eyes?" Her eyebrows were sharp and her voice was slightly cold.
There was a look of embarrassment on their faces. They hesitated for a moment and said to Mu Yao: "Young Master, someone from Feixian Valley is here."
Feixian Valley, could it be that Luonanzhou is here?
Mu Yao wouldn't think that it had been so long, and he was still brooding about what happened before, but if he made trouble elsewhere, that wouldn't necessarily be the case.
"Who did you send?"
"I don't know about this disciple, but it seems that there is a senior brother from Feixian Valley."
Mu Yao and Chen Wuchuan's expressions became solemn for a moment, Luo Nanzhou came to Yuyin Villa.
They wanted to find out the whole story, so they went straight to the main hall.
In the main hall, from a distance, I could see a man and a woman talking inside. The man was elegant in appearance and gentle in appearance. He was Luo Nanzhou, whom he had not seen for a long time. The woman who was chatting opposite him was also her mother Su Qionghua.
Seeing Su Qionghua's spring-like smile, Dongfang Mu Yao thought he was being deceived.
Seeing Dongfang Mu Yao and Chen Wuchuan coming together, Su Qionghua's smile did not diminish and instead waved to Mu Yao: "Miaomiao, come here, she is my daughter Miaomiao. I heard Miaomiao said that you met her last time at Tianqi Mountain, that is,
You young people can play together. Miaomiao, please see Mr. Luo soon."
Dongfang Muyao is sure that no one in this world knows Luonanzhou better than her, so why meet?
Anyway, the two people's expressions were very subtle and they bowed to each other.
Dongfang Muyao asked: "I just heard that a disciple said that there was a guest in the villa, so I wanted to come over and have a look. I didn't expect that it was the senior brother of Feixian Valley."
She pretended, and Luo Nanzhou also pretended: "It's not anything important. I just found out the whereabouts of some monsters. I want to borrow the monster-catching mirror at Yuyin Villa."
Everyone sat down, Chen Wuchuan frowned and looked at Luonanzhou, with a complicated expression and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"I was just about to say this, Miaomiao." Su Qionghua said gently to Mu Yao: "It's an important matter, so you can also assist Mr. Luo and go together."