Different status meant different treatment as expected. After Qing Ling went to the shabby little courtyard to pick up her father and sister, the three of them went to the rumored temporary residence of a first-rate sect.
Looking around, the surprise in the eyes is indescribable. The huge palace-like building is splendid. When you walk through the door, you will see a vast garden. The plants planted in the yard are not ordinary flowers and plants, but all kinds of ornamental herbs.
In this aura-rich Xianyuan Mountain, the medicinal herbs in the garden are full of vitality and are growing vigorously.
Qing Ling and others walked around this large house and found that there were four small courtyards in the front and back, each with its own garden, pavilions and pavilions. Such a large-scale gesture would only be possible by an immortal.
Only Yuanshan can be built with money.
"How many courtyards like this are there?" Qing Ling stopped and turned around to ask Xuanting, a young disciple of Xianyuan Mountain who was following him. There must not be many such buildings in Xianyuan Mountain. Not to mention anything else, it's just
The building area does not leave much room for entertaining guests.
"There are nine in total, used to receive the other nine sects of the ten sects in the world of cultivation." Xuanting said.
Qing Ling nodded, and sure enough, it was pretty much what she had guessed.
"Everyone, please stay here with peace of mind while the Cultivation Conference is going on. If you have anything to do, you can ask the maids in the courtyard to do it. If there is nothing else, I will go down first." Xuanting said, Xiang Qing
Ling and the others bowed politely, and when they saw that they were fine, they turned and left.
Not long after he walked out of the door, Qing Ling couldn't hold it any longer, and immediately ran excitedly among the herbs in the garden. Oh my god! She must collect so many precious herbs, and this time she will
Collect the precious soil in the yard as well, so that you will have fresh herbs to use in the future.
She was happy, but she did not forget to make arrangements for her father and sister. She first took her two relatives to live in a small courtyard, and then she walked out happily.
There were many herbs in the garden, and Qing Ling was among them and carefully looked at the varieties of herbs. "Violet, honeysuckle, four-leaf flower, evening primrose...it's really rich." She said that she would reach out to pick it.
Suddenly, there was a burst of footsteps outside the door, and in an instant, two figures flashed to her side, "Are you the direct disciple of the head of Linghua Sect?" A clear voice came, ringing in the ears, giving people a sense of closeness.
a feeling of.
Qing Ling raised his head, thinking that a handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was standing in front of him. He lowered his head and looked down at himself squatting on the ground. He was dressed in bright yellow clothes, and there were various antiques and jades on the mountain, just like a mobile treasure house.
"Who are you?" Qing Ling stood up, took a few steps back and looked forward, only to find that there was more than one person coming. Behind the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, there was also a boy who thought he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed in a uniform
Dressed in elegant white clothes and with a cold face, he stood there like a stable iceberg, with an aura that would repel people thousands of miles away.
However, his cold aura could not hide his handsome appearance, which made Qingling couldn't help but sigh, what a handsome person.
"Who are you?" Qing Ling was stunned and asked again, staring closely at the two young men who suddenly arrived.
"This young master is rumored to be handsome, charming, graceful, loved by everyone, and sought after by many beauties. He is known as the Jade-faced Young Master Yuan Fengchi. What do you think? Are you fascinated by my temperament?
Yuan Fengchi said, and took out a fan inlaid with emeralds from his cuffs, opened it with a "swish" sound, and pretended to fan it in front of him a few times.
Qing Ling looked at it and was dumbfounded. This... such a narcissistic person...
Passing by the flowery boy, his eyes moved to the iceberg boy behind him, and he saw that the cold boy looked at her with a bit of doubt, then he frowned and uttered a few words coldly: "Spiritual Ice Attack."
He was saying his name, and Qing Ling heard it.
Yuan Feng Chi? Ling Bing Xi? Isn't that the son of the leader of the first and second sect in the world of cultivation? Isn't that the husband-in-law whom I accepted when I was four years old?
What a coincidence, we met here. And it seemed that they didn't know their identities yet. If they knew their names, how would these two handsome young men react? Qing Ling was looking forward to it.
She smiled slightly at the two teenagers, showing her most beautiful side, and was not surprised to see the amazement in Yuan Feng's red eyes and the trace of emotion in Ling Bing's eyes. She smiled brightly and exhaled like a blue, "Hello everyone
, I am the daughter of the head of Qingyu Mountain, my name is Qing Ling..."