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Chapter 133 116. Like You
Jiang Ping followed the two into the courtyard. Jiang Ping came back with the two out of curiosity about the flowers. He was not coveting the beauty of the flowers. Although it is not strong, it can hide its own evil spirit.

If Hua Zizhang really mastered some rare treasure that can hide the evil spirit, Jiang Ping will definitely not be soft-hearted just because she is a beauty. He doesn't think that a seriously injured monk and a half-demon at the first level of Qi training can block it. Hold your own offense.

"Oh, life is forcing you!" Jiang Ping sighed silently in his heart. When he walked into the residence of the two, Jiang Ping had already poured out a lot of spiritual knowledge and searched everywhere.

Jiang Pingyuan thought that he could find some strange treasure, but it didn't work out. Jiang Ping's spiritual sense searched around, and there were only some daily necessities in this courtyard, and there were no strange treasures that Jiang Ping imagined.

"Fellow Daoist, you should take back your spiritual consciousness. This is just an ordinary residence, and there are no formations and talismans. You can just come in without worry." Song Qin mistakenly thought that Jiang Ping released his spiritual consciousness to eliminate danger, so he couldn't help but smiled and asked Jiang Ping explained.

Jiang Ping was extremely embarrassed, but fortunately his purpose was not discovered. Of course, he would not explain too much about Song Qin's wonderful misunderstanding. After all, he just did it with the intention of killing people to seize treasure.

Jiang Ping and Song Qin sat on the stone table in the courtyard, while Hua Zishang was pouring tea, "Friends, please!" Hua Zishang poured Jiang Ping a cup of tea, and Song Qin stretched out his hand to signal Jiang Ping to drink tea.

Jiang Ping picked up the teacup and took a sip. A faint scent of flowers mixed with the aroma of tea blossomed on the tip of Jiang Ping's tongue. .

"I see that fellow Taoist's spiritual consciousness is not weak, and there is a kind of spiritual energy flowing in his body. It should be that his cultivation base is not weak. Dare I ask what school your master is from?" Song Qin took a sip of tea, smiled and asked Jiang Ping asked.

"Well, it's just a casual cultivator without a school, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!" Jiang Ping replied vaguely, and at the same time Jiang Ping couldn't help being wary of Song Qin.

He has been in the underground demon realm for so long, because the thirteen transformations of the demon soul can't improve, so most of his energy is put on the cultivation of Guihai Heart Sutra.

Coupled with the help of Xiao Qi Gathering Pill, Jiang Ping's mana cultivation has already been pushed to the level of the seventh level of Qi training. Although he has never learned any formal spells, Jiang Ping feels I still have some thoughts.

But Song Qin, who was seriously injured in front of him, could easily see through his cultivation. In this case, Jiang Ping had to be cautious about Song Qin.

"Loose cultivator? Fellow Daoist, you can have such a cultivation level at a young age. It can be seen that your talent is not weak. Why don't you go to the Immortal Gate? If you can worship the Immortal Gate, you can get a lot of resources, although casual cultivators are free. But there is no backing.

In this world of cultivating immortals, it is always good to have a backer. "Song Qin looked at Jiang Ping's body. His bones were not yet fully formed, and his vitality and blood were extremely strong. Obviously he was young, so he said what he just said.

Hearing this, Jiang Ping couldn't help feeling a little moved. If it was true what Song Qin said, joining the Xianmen seems to be a good choice. However, the most urgent thing now is to solve the problem of inner demons in his body.

Otherwise, if he revealed his real body in the fairy gate, he might die directly.

"Ah, to be honest, something went wrong when I was practicing, and I had a demon, so that my practice was hindered and I couldn't go there!" Jiang Ping was silent for a while, and said to Song Qin in a heavy voice.

"So that's how it is... If fellow Taoists don't dislike me, I have a cleansing mantra, which I can pass on to you to suppress the inner demons in your body." Song Qin said while turning the cup in his hand, looking at Jiang Ping with burning eyes.

Naturally, the Purifying Mantra couldn't satisfy Jiang Ping's mind. Jiang Xiaowan had already taught it to him before, and Jiang Ping didn't express his opinion. He just took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag and pushed it in front of Song Qin.

"Fellow Daoist, is this?" Song Qin couldn't help showing puzzled expression when he saw the jade bottle, Jiang Ping smiled without saying a word and stretched out his hand to signal Song Qin to open the jade bottle, Song Qin was a little confused by Jiang Ping's hand.

Picking up the jade bottle that Jiang Ping pushed over, he opened the spirit-sealing talisman on it, and a fresh fragrance wafted out from the jade bottle, "This is... Xiaohua Lingdan?" Song Qin murmured to himself with some uncertainty.

"It's Xiaohua Lingdan. Although the quality of this pill is not high, it should be enough to heal Brother Song." Jiang Ping said with a smile while taking a sip of tea.

Song Qin held the jade bottle containing the spirit pill in his hand and didn't know what he was thinking about. Seeing that Song Qin was silent, Jiang Ping was not in a hurry to urge him to answer. Instead, he turned his attention to Hua Zishang. Born extremely beautiful, like a fairy.

But Jiang Ping is well aware of the truth that a beauty is a disaster. The reason why he admires flowers is because he is curious about why she can hide her evil spirit despite her low cultivation.

Hua Zishang felt Jiang Ping's gaze, her body stiffened and she leaned cautiously behind Song Qin, her head could not help but lowered, not daring to meet Jiang Ping's gaze.

Hua Zizhang knew in her heart that as a half-demon, she was destined not to be seen in the human world. This all stemmed from the long-standing grievances between the demon race and the human race. She was very afraid now. She was afraid that Song Qin would abandon him, and that the person in front of her would People will kill demons and kill themselves just like those monks.

Fear, fear, and uneasiness surrounded Hua Zizhang's heart. When she was struggling with uneasiness, Jiang Ping suddenly withdrew his gaze and suggested to Song Qin who was meditating aside.

"Brother Song, what do you think of this? You just need to tell me how to join the fairy sect, and I can pass on to Mrs. Zun a method of restraining Qi. This method was won by me from a demon clan. The role of gas."

"Huh? Brother Dao originally did it for this. Well, someone Song will write down the kindness of Brother Dao!" Song Qin said after accepting the Spiritual Transformation Pill.

He thought that Jiang Ping was asking too much, but he didn't expect it to be this. In fact, even if Jiang Ping didn't mention the matter of entering the Immortal Gate, he still intended to introduce Jiang Ping into the Shanmen. He talked a lot.

"I'm ashamed to say that I've been talking with fellow daoist for so long, but I forgot to ask you what your name is." Song Qin suddenly stood up solemnly, hugging his hands together like a yin and yang seal. Jiang Ping cupped his hands.

Jiang Ping was stunned, what was he going to do?Is the Audition Dance Troupe possessed?Should I wave my hand in return now?It took Jiang Ping a long time to put away this strange idea. Seeing that Song Qin kept this movement, Jiang Ping felt that he had to respond a little bit.

Jiang Ping thought for a long time and decided to use the simplest, most practical, and most easy-to-understand gestures of Blue Star in his previous life. Then Jiang Ping's thumb touched Song Qin's fist.

"." Song Qin was a little dazed by Jiang Ping's series of actions, "Could this be the ritual seal between casual cultivators?" Song Qin murmured in his heart with some doubts.

My name is Jiang Ping, and I like you!

Cough cough, no, fellow daoists are being polite here.

(End of this chapter)