I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Walking on the street into the city of Wanli City, the monks from Longmingzhou had already met with elders with sects one after another, and the scene was a bit lively for a time.

According to Wanlicheng's rules, a table was set up to receive the Fengjiu on that day.

For this wine, the cultivators of Wanli City also went to eat a meal with joy, as long as there was enough space, basically there would be no problem.

However, in an alley, there are obviously new disciples coming to Wanli City, but they still seem a bit deserted, and even the firecrackers are not released.

Under the leadership of a beautiful girl, Yuxinzong and his party came to the house that their sect purchased in Wanli City.

"Senior Nephew Leng, the journey is tiring."

The Yuxinzong elder, who had been waiting for a long time, held his sword in a salute.

"Uncle Qin."

Leng Bingqing replied, and the other disciples of Yuxin Sect also replied.

The elder of Yuxinzong, whose full name is Qin Fang, looked at this sect's proud junior, and smiled:

"Senior Nephew Leng, the lord said, this courtyard is left to the nephew to use alone, and the rest of the Yuxinzong disciples, I will take care of it, and don't disturb the experience of Nephew Leng in Wanli City."

"Yes, then I will trouble Master Qin." Leng Bingqing expressed his thanks.

These things are all good, Leng Bingqing originally came to Wanli City alone to experience, but he brought her fellow juniors and sisters along the way, and Qin Fang took care of them after they brought them.

And Leng Bingqing's main task is to understand the sword, sharpen the sword's heart, and enhance the sword intent, without being disturbed by these trivial matters.

"Senior Nephew Leng has worked hard in Wanli City. If you have any questions or difficulties, you can come to Wutongyuan on Longxiang Street to find me."

"Thank you Master Uncle."

Qin Fang nodded, and left with the disciples of Yuxinzong.

The younger brothers and sisters of Yuxinzong actually still want to follow their sisters.

The elder sister from the family is super good, and since she was hit by Jiang Yida's "bad hand", she has become more gentle.

Although the male disciples felt sad for three or four days after their senior sister was swayed by Jiang Yida, how about this?

It is impossible for a Shanzawa Yexiu, a girl in the top ten of the color list, and a genius of kendo to be together.

They believed that when the senior sister's realm improved, the **** was completely cut off, that Jiang Yida didn't know where to stand.

My senior sister, after all, wants to be with Long Sword for life, even if it is them, it is the same.

One day, Senior Sister Leng will be just the head of Senior Sister to them, and she will no longer have the love of youth.

And this is the ruthless kendo of Jade Heart Sect.

And now, taking advantage of the strength of Sister Sister’s sword heart and not freezing again, and also taking advantage of her not desperate and desperate, look at her gentle appearance. This is the right way. Who wants to go with this uncle... ....

But there is no way, Senior Sister originally wanted to cultivate by herself, so how could her group distract Senior Sister.

Ever since, thinking that it might have been a long time since there was no chance to meet the senior sister, many junior sisters hugged Leng Bingqing for a while before leaving. As for those junior brothers... they could only watch.

"Xiaoqian, sorry, about Young Master Yida, I..."

Letting go of Junior Sister Xiaoqian, Leng Bing Qing Xinhu spoke with a voice full of apologies.

Originally, Young Master Jiang was the person Xiao Qian liked, but when she fell in love with Young Master Jiang, Leng Bingqing felt sorry for him.

"It's okay senior sister." Holding Senior Sister Leng's boneless hand, Xiaoqian shook her head, "Since she is the man Senior Sister likes, Xiaoqian naturally won't grab it, and she can't get it."

"Sorry..." Leng Bingqing apologized again.

"Senior Sister really doesn't need to apologize." Xiao Qian said reluctantly, "It's just that, Senior Sister, will Senior Sister forget him in the end?"

Xiaoqian's last question made Leng Bingqing stunned.

The girl bit her red lips, not knowing how to answer.

Yeah.

Will you forget him?

Are you willing to forget him again?

How can I forget him?

In the end, Leng Bingqing still did not give an answer until Xiaoqian left.

After Grandmaster Yuxin left with the disciples of Yuxinzong, Leng Bingqing stood at the gate of the courtyard for a long time, feeling that Jianxin was starting to be disordered again, she stopped thinking too much, and stepped into the courtyard.

This courtyard is not very big, there is only a maple tree, besides there are no expensive fairy toys, but it is very clean and quiet...

But... it quietly makes people feel lonely...

"Where are you? Are you in the house too? Have you seen Sister Lin Qingwan?"

Lying on the table, in front of the girl, was the panda plush doll biting on the bamboo.

Half of the girl's face was buried in her arms, her other hand gently stretched out, and her slender index finger gently poked the panda's belly.

Poking and poking, the girl's eyebrows gradually expanded, and the corners of her mouth also had a pleasant smile, as if he was right in front of her, and she was poking his belly.

But when the girl was immersed in her simple happiness, the girl condensed and quickly got up. Before the girl put away the panda doll, the fierce sword spirit was already spreading in the courtyard.

A woman stood not far from the courtyard.

"Master..."

Leng Bingqing held the sword in a bow, and there was an unprecedented panic in her heart, as if her diary had been seen by her mother, and in the diary, there was the name of her sweetheart.

Leng Yu glanced at the girl who was a disciple and daughter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and saw the strange doll behind her.

Leng Yu frowned slightly and spoke slowly, with a cold tone without any emotion:

"Which man gave you this?"

Leng Bingqing Yinya bit her red lips and nodded.

"Do you like him?" Leng Yu asked again.

Leng Bingqing did not respond, still lowering her head.

"You really like him." Leng Yu said with a light smile, "If you don't answer, you are also afraid that I will anger him, or that I will hurt him."

"The disciple is willing to replace him with this body, and ask Master not to anger him."

The girl knelt down on one knee, her skirts scattered on the ground, like daffodils blooming.

Leng Yu walked to Leng Bingqing's face, stroked her cheek with her hand, and gently lifted it up:

"You are my daughter, my disciple, and everything to me. For you, I don't need this life! What is that man? Why is his life more important than yours?"

"Mother..."

"Don't worry."

Leng Yu bowed his head, his forehead touching.

"I will not kill him, but I will let you know how unresolved the so-called man is! How fragile the so-called love is."

At the same time, the Yaozu world, at the border.

A pure and beautiful young girl helped an old man to walk in front, and behind the young girl was a sophomore.

"Grandpa, or sit on top of the dog."

Looking at the grandfather next to her, the girl's eyes were a little bit anxious.