Beast

Lu Zhen and the three of them all played with the magic weapons in their hands, picked up the corner of their clothes and wiped the blood stains on the weapons. When Yang Qing said this, they all sighed.

Lu Zhen's small nose and eyes were all close together. Obviously, he was very angry at this time. He stood up and started gesticulating and talking.

What happened was that three days ago, Lu Zhen was bored in the stone house, so he invited Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo to go out for a walk. Maybe they could meet an older girl to take a bath.

As soon as Lu Zhen and the others walked out of the stone house, they saw a few people chatting in the open space. Seeing that the person talking was excited and high-spirited, Lu Zhen stepped forward to listen to the fun.

The man who spoke was named Yan Ming, who was also a disciple from the Hantie Mine. He had just broken through to the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm, and was talking to several of his friends, "Young Master, I just turned twenty this year, so I broke through to the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm.

"My qualifications are second in this cold iron mining area, but no one dares to say that I am first."

This is purely nonsense talk between friends. Cultivation is boring. Bragging can only cultivate feelings, right?

Lu Zhen just came forward and heard this. He didn't want it, so he said, "My brother Yang Qing broke through to the sea of ​​​​consciousness at the age of sixteen..."

Yan Ming and the others were chatting happily when they were interrupted by Lu Zhen. They felt embarrassed and angry, saying, "Then Yang Qing has no spiritual roots. There is no point in reaching the Sea of ​​Consciousness. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Lielie"

Yan Ming, Lu Zhen and others all came to Hantie Mining Area in the same batch. Although they were not familiar with each other, they knew each other. Unexpectedly, they turned against each other because of these few words. Had it not been for the ban on disciples in Hantie Mining Area,

If you fight privately, a fight will break out on the spot.

Several people were not convinced by each other. In the end, Lu Zhen and Yan Ming competed at the foot of the mountain. Yan Ming had reached the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm and could fly with weapons. The other two were not weak in strength and they were both good at fighting.

As soon as the competition started, Lu Zhen and Tian Bo were attacked. Qi Xiaohu was so strong that he was defeated after a stalemate with the three of them.

"Don't let me get the chance in the future, otherwise, my legs will be broken and stuck in my butt." Yan Ming said arrogantly, bending his body and looking at people through his nostrils.

Lu Zhen and the others lost and were unconvinced, but they could only keep their heads silent and ran back to the stone house shamelessly, thinking that the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, after Yan Ming saw the unconvinced expressions of Lu Zhen and the others, he would come to find trouble with Lu Zhen every day, saying that he would beat them until they were convinced.

After hearing this, Yang Qing couldn't help laughing. It turned out to be this reason. No wonder Lu Zhen hesitated to speak. It turned out that he also felt embarrassed.

Lu Zhen brought this matter upon himself. He was so quick-tongued that he became so cowardly.

Yang Qing does not like to fight with others, let alone compare with others. Although he is young and cannot be aloof, he also cares about fame and wealth, but Yang Qing does not care about such false fame.

This false reputation will not bring him any benefits, but will bring him a lot of trouble.

He was born in the countryside and has never seen the world. He is honest and can ignore things when he is wronged. Even if others say in his ear, "I am more qualified than you", Yang Qing will only grin.

A smile.

After experiencing so many things in a few years, Yang Qing learned to be more forbearing and insisted on the bottom line in his heart.

As for qualifications and realm, they cannot be improved by comparing with others. No matter how good your qualifications are, can you be compared to monks who have practiced for thousands of years? No matter how outstanding you are in the comparison between outer sect disciples, how can you be compared to the inner sect?

Is it noble to be a disciple?

Yang Qing has never thought about competing with anyone, but he doesn't say whether he has the qualifications and strength, only whether he has the necessity.

Yang Qing only competes with himself. Only by constantly being better than himself can he hold on to the hope in his heart.

Lu Zhen was laughed at by Yang Qing, and his white face turned red. He lowered his head and tugged on the snow-white hair of the Wolf King in a muffled voice.

"Okay, okay, little brother, I will help you vent your anger tomorrow! Okay," Yang Qing felt happy when he returned to Hantie Mining Area, and patted Lu Zhen on the shoulder and said.

Yang Qing decided to find Yan Ming tomorrow, naturally not to prove himself, but to solve this trouble for Lu Zhen.

"Ten spiritual stones per person, that's too much." Yang Qing saw Lu Zhen staring at the Xumi gourd, so he naturally knew what he was paying attention to.

"Young Master Yang, come here, let me kiss you." Lu Zhen jumped up and gave Yang Qing a warm hug.

Yang Qing was reluctant to take out the stalactite essence and give it to Lu Zhen and the others. He couldn't help but feel that he didn't value loyalty, and he still valued sex over friends.

Lu Zhen and others helped Yang Qing complete his daily homework, so that Yang Qing could practice with peace of mind. He was grateful in his heart, but he was embarrassed to say thank you.

This night, several people went to bed very late. Lu Zhen was the oldest, but he took the lead in making a fuss.

Early the next morning, Yang Qing and others had breakfast and went to find Yan Ming together.

"Hey...you figured it out, are you convinced?" Yan Ming was short and lean. When he saw Lu Zhen and others approaching the sect, he said jokingly, holding the door frame with his hand.

"No, I want to resolve this matter happily," Yang Qing said calmly. He couldn't help but pull off the gray robe on his body. Lu Zhen's robe didn't fit him.

"Who are you, your big head is shining, damn, it dazzles your eyes." Yan Ming saw Yang Qing's face and said with an exaggerated expression. "How to solve this problem, who are you, what do you think?"

"Damn you..." Lu Zhen said angrily. Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled aside by Qi Xiaohu.

"It doesn't matter how you solve it! You have the final say." Yang Qing couldn't be shaken by Yan Ming and said with a shrug.

"Ah, you are Yang Qing, you are a real tiger. How about you four, I'll find three more, and let's compete." Yan Ming stared at Yang Qing's eyebrows and said with a curl of his lips.

"What if you lose?" Lu Zhen squeezed forward and said with a glare.

"If you want to kill me, you can chop me into pieces," Yan Ming said with his eyes widened.

"Okay! It's settled," Lu Zhen said not to be outdone.

Four people from Yang Qing and four people from Yan Ming stood opposite each other, surrounded by disciples, and a deacon announced the start.

…

The process was clean and neat, no need to go into details. Yang Qing never made things difficult. There was no need to make things too tense for this purely trivial matter. Lu Zhen and others vented their anger, so the matter was forgotten.

Yang Qing was walking on the road to Shuiling Peak with an ugly look on his face, not for any other reason but because during the competition, a monk's spiritual consciousness checked his cultivation unscrupulously. This person was none other than Zhou Tengyun.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the anger in his heart, Tongxin secretly wondered how Yang Qing could detect the exploration of the Purple Mansion Realm monks even though his consciousness was not weak.

This was not the first time that this happened, and even Yang Qing could detect the consciousness of Sun Xinyao's master, the woman with cold eyebrows.

Feeling strange in his heart, he kept walking straight towards Shuiling Peak to meet the woman in green Ning Keer.

"Yang Qing" the woman in green waved her hand and called softly.

Yang Qing quickened his pace and came to Ning Ke'er. Ning Ke'er was still dressed as she was last night. Her light green robe made her as fresh as a lotus.

"Ning Ke'er, you're here so early," Yang Qing said stiffly, scratching his left arm as he didn't know how to greet.

"Which female disciple should I send a message to?" Ning Keer said jokingly with a sweet smile and clear dimples.

"Her name is Sun Xinyao, and she is a disciple of Shui Ling Peak. Just tell her that I will definitely be promoted to the inner sect. Please give this jade bottle to him for me." Yang Qing's heart was full of longing, and his tone changed accordingly.

of gentleness.

Yang Qing reached out and took out an impurity jade bottle. This impurity jade bottle was exchanged for his contribution to the sect, and it contained the essence of the stalactite.

Ning Keer took the impurity jade bottle and warmed it. Seeing Yang Qing's demeanor, she was full of curiosity, thinking that Yang Qing was a silent follower.

"Okay, it will definitely be delivered. Why don't you go and deliver it yourself?" Ning Ke'er nodded heavily and asked casually.

Yang Qing smiled bitterly and felt a pain in his heart. He didn't answer and walked away to hide.

Ning Keer didn't know the reason, and when Yang Qing didn't answer, she stopped asking questions, took the impurity jade bottle, and skipped towards the gate of Shuiling Peak.

Ning Keer's appearance was good, and the male disciple guarding the mountain gate informed him readily, and Sun Xinyao walked down smoothly as soon as the tea was served.

That delicate face and that kind of clothes have not changed at all, but her expression has become more melancholy and less playful. The full of expectation in her eyes has turned into a deep sense of loss in an instant.

The heart that was holding it was put down again peacefully.

It seems that there are desires, fears, and contradictions.

Yang Qing stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, unable to move his eyes any further, his heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and there was nothing else in his field of vision except that beautiful figure.

Days and nights, every time I was in a trance, I would see a playful face, and this and that graceful voice would linger in my ears.

Today, I can see and hear, but I dare not come forward.

Ning Keer and Sun Xinyao were talking about something, but Yang Qing couldn't hear it. He couldn't help but move forward, but was stopped.

Why, is it worthy? The steel teeth clenched, and a trace of blood appeared in the black pupils.

Sun Xinyao looked at the impurity jade bottle in her hand and couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She wet her long eyelashes and the tears flowed down her fair skin.

Sun Xinyao turned her body and looked around, her lips moved, but she couldn't make a sound.

Yang Qing didn't dare to look any further, and his figure flashed into the forest.

"Ouch..."

The black pupils turned into a strange red color, and a low beast roar came from his mouth.

"Peng, Peng,"

Yang Qing supported himself on the ground, hitting the rocks on the ground with his palms with long black sharp claws.

"Huh, huh..."

Yang Qing still had some sense and hurriedly calmed down. After a long time, the faint news of tiger stripes returned to normal.

"I'm not convinced!!!" The voice was as cold as the ice of the twelfth lunar month, biting to the bone.

Returning to the Hantie Mining Area with an expressionless face, Yang Qing then headed to Qianhua Peak carrying the body of the Qishan Wolf King and the large packages scattered everywhere.

In the evening, Yang Qing and Lu Zhen chatted until late, and took out three yellow talisman papers and handed them to them.

The next day, before dawn, Yang Qing took a shower and left the Hantie mining area. He took out two long swords from a mountain col. With a movement of his arms, the swords disappeared.

As the sun rises in the east, Yang Qing walks in the mountains and forests with an expressionless face. The purpose of his trip is to go to Fangshi in Fengju City.

Fangshi, the collective name for monks’ exchange and trading places.;