One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The heroine died where she 'came out of the mountain'.

The thing she saw on it at that time should be the heroine.

Ling Qiong also didn't quite understand why Jiang He and his group could blatantly come to other people's territory.

Is this the arrogance of being a villain?

Ling Qiong stepped into the hall, and there was a spirit tablet in the front, and a man in white clothes standing beside him.

The man is extremely young, with snow-white hair hanging down softly behind his back, he is as handsome as a fairy.

He stood there with no expression at this moment, as if there was a layer of enchantment all over his body, and no one could approach at will.

The male protagonist deserves to be the male protagonist, and they are all top match.

Such good looks, such a figure... Tsk tsk tsk! !

What a pity, what a pity.

It would be nice if it could be collected.

There is no time in life - you have to force it!

Why.

Ling Qiong can only think about it, after all, she has created a special personality for herself, so she can't be so fussy.

Thinking about the troubles of the male lead, she immediately calmed down a lot.

While thinking wildly, Ling Qiong waited for the people in front to leave.

Yan Weishan kept his eyes down, like a sculpture, and didn't respond.

Ling Qiong put the incense into the censer and wanted to escape quickly.

The hero is a bit scary, she is afraid.

"stop!"

Ling Qiong paused with her hand holding the skirt, and the options in her mind were running quickly, or stopping and jumping repeatedly.

"Weishan Xianzun." Jiang He turned around first, and saluted respectfully, "What's the matter with you?"

Yan Weishan's lowered gaze just now was on Lingqiong.

Those eyes were cold, with a scrutiny and an unpredictable dark light, which made people feel chills in their hearts.

Ling Qiong put down the skirt, turned around, folded her hands in front of her body in a regular manner, looked at Yan Weishan, and smiled slightly.

At this time, the male protagonist probably doesn't know who she is...

So what are you calling daddy to do?

Yan Weishan stared straight at her, and said in a low voice, "Who is she?"

"Weishan Xianzun, this is the owner of our young villa." Jiang He replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Young master?" Yan Weishan paused for a few seconds, "Your young master has been missing for many years?"

Jiang He: "We also just found the young owner some time ago."

"Yeah?"

Yan Weishan's tone of voice was a bit strange.

"Yes."

Jiang He didn't panic at all, coping with Yan Weishan's question.

Yan Weishan didn't say anything more, and signaled that they could leave.

Ling Qiong immediately turned and left the hall.

Walking a long way, Ling Qiong patted her chest, "What does he mean?"

Jiang He also couldn't figure out what Yan Weishan meant.

Yan Weishan didn't show anything special just now...

Jiang He said: "Maybe I haven't seen you before, so I'll ask one more question."

Ling Qiong curled her lips, "There are so many people he hasn't met, why did he just ask me, do I look better?"

Jiang He: "..."

How many people come here, does he know everyone?

If you don't know him and just ask, how can he pretend to be a sculptor?

There must be ghosts!

...

hall.

At this time, the hall door was closed, and the light in the entire hall was slightly dimmed.

Yan Weishan sat on the futon on the ground, holding a hairpin in his hand.

Yan Weishan stared at the hairpin for a long time, slowly injected spiritual power into his fingertips, and the hairpin flew out of his hand, hanging in the void.

A picture is projected from the hairpin, unfolding in the air, forming a complete image.

The angle of view is looking up from below, and there is a woman standing above, dodging falling rubble.

This is clearly the picture of the cave where Ling Qiong just came.

The picture is not clear, the falling gravel blocks the people in the picture, and the people in the picture are moving fast, making it even more blurry.

Judging from this scene alone, Yan Weishan is not sure if he is the same person as the young village owner.

But he had a hunch... yes.

Yan Weishan took back the hairpin, and the picture disappeared.

"Come on."

The door of the main hall was pushed open a little, and someone came in from the outside.

"Immortal Venerable."

Yan Weishan ordered, "Go and check the young owner of Yuelu Mountain Villa."

The person who came didn't ask why, and left.

...

Lingqiong felt something was wrong and wanted to slip away.

Stay away from the male lead to survive!

But Jianghe said, if they leave now, if they really have any doubts, wouldn't that make them feel guilty?

So Jiang He felt unable to leave.

After thinking about it, Ling Qiong probably felt that what Jiang He said made sense, so she reluctantly agreed - at least not until tomorrow!

The courtyard where Lingqiong lived never stopped, and people came to see her, the young owner, every once in a while.

After all, the young village owner who had been missing for many years was suddenly found.

No matter how they meet, they have to come over and say a few words of courtesy.

Lingqiong was still a little fresh at first.

Afterwards, there were those few polite words back and forth, or if it was just to trick her, the freshness would soon be gone, and when Jiang He was not paying attention, he just slipped away.

...

The Tianqing Sect covers a very large area, and there are several main peaks. The buildings on the main peak are magnificent and majestic, surrounded by clouds and mists. From the outside, they are quite spectacular.

In addition to the beautiful scenery here, the aura is also very strong.

Ling Qiong could feel the aura continuously pouring into her body, but she didn't take the initiative to absorb it, and went out again after turning around.

Lingqiong felt like a human filter.

Lingqiong has now adapted to this body and can use flying skills proficiently.

In a place with strong spiritual energy, using spiritual power will get twice the result with half the effort, and it is quite refreshing to fly.

However, when she flew to a place, the spiritual power in her body seemed to be blocked instantly, making her unable to use it.

When the spiritual power was interrupted, Lingqiong instantly fell straight down like an aircraft without power.

If it weren't for the trees below as a buffer, Lingqiong felt that she would have to explain here.

"Bah bah bah!"

Lingqiong got down from the tree branch and arranged her hair and clothes first.

Where is this?

Ling Qiong turned her head and looked around, it seemed no different from other places.

Then why can't you use your spiritual power all of a sudden?

Ling Qiong was also not familiar with Tian Qingzong, so she didn't pay much attention when flying, so she didn't know where she was at this time.

Ling Qiong walked out of the place with many trees, went to an open area, and looked into the distance.

This is like a V-shaped canyon. She is standing at the entrance at this time. Deeper, there is something like a spire protruding from the canopy.

A golden light flashed across the spire.

Ling Qiong frowned, and just about to go over to have a look, she heard a scream from afar.

"ah--"

She looked inside again, and the golden light had disappeared, as if it was her hallucination just now.

Ling Qiong wanted to continue going inside, but found that the front was blocked by a transparent layer, making it impossible to pass.

"ah--"

The distant cry continued to come, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

...

Ling Qiong came back from a stroll outside by herself, Jiang He was very anxious.

Seeing someone coming back, he ran over directly, "Ancestor, where have you been?"

"Turn around." Ling Qiong sat down on the chair, "Pour me a glass of water."

Jiang He said while pouring water: "This is the Tianqing Sect, ancestor, please don't run around, if something happens, how can Jiang He explain to the elders."

"I am such a big person, what accident can happen."

"Ancestor, your clothes..." Jiang He pointed to the hem of the skirt, which was all torn.

"Torn by a tree branch." Lingqiong took a sip of water from the glass, puffed her cheeks and complained, "The clothes are too flimsy, isn't there any cassock or something like that?"

---small theater---

Jiang He: Ancestor, do you know why the clothes are not strong?

Lingqiong: Why?

Jianghe: Because they don't vote!

Lingqiong: ...don't you vote?