Qingyun Nvxianlu

Chapter 30
Southern Clouds.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, what can you do other than cry these years, how old is your son, you catch chickens and tease dogs all day long.

In addition to these, what else would he have, the family reputation has been ruined for him. "

The man who spoke was about forty or so, with a mediocre appearance and white hairpins.

"woooooooo~"

"How can I, how can I control him? My son is not mine alone. You blame him for chasing chickens and teasing dogs all day long. So is there no responsibility for you as a father?"

Zhang Yan also came from a family of immortals, but good luck and good background can't erase the fact that she has no spiritual roots, even if her father is the clan head.

As a mortal, being able to marry a cultivator is a great luck, and one cannot expect too much.

With the short life span of a few decades, she thought that she could see everything, be wide-hearted and fat, and at least be able to end her life.

But fate will never go your way. Maybe she should have listened to her mother at the beginning, found a wealthy family, married her husband and taught her children, and maybe she can live a stable life.

"I know what you're thinking." Song Yan's eyes were red with anger, and it was this kind of sadness and regret, and then to the expression of no love: "My daughter is very talented, she was sent to the sect for training. chance."

Song Yan really couldn't understand her thoughts.

It was not an ordinary sect, it was a super sect. There were only four super sects in the entire continent. His daughter was valued, but he was excited for days and nights, and he still remembers the ecstasy at that time.

"Is that valuing training? That's robbing!

My son is still young and they don't care about forcing her to practice the ruthless exercise, and they have never heard of a monk being forced to achieve the Great Way of Longevity.

In your eyes, there is nothing more than profit. If it wasn't for your father's always disliked his son's poor aptitude, would he have developed the temperament he is now?

woohoo woo..."

"Snapped!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and the woman covered her face in disbelief.
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Cloud Mist.

"Blue Cloud"

The boy who called the person was about ten years old, and he was wearing a white Taoist robe with a gold border, which made people see at a glance that this boy must have extraordinary talents.

In the Cloud and Mist Sect, only the direct disciples of the peaks can wear white Taoist robes.

"Qingyun, Song Qingyun!"

The girl in white in front stopped abruptly.

The boy pursed his lips and smiled and ran forward.

"I listen,"

Seeing the expression on the girl's face, the boy's voice was stuck in his throat, and the expression on his face instantly froze.

"Call me Song Qingyun again and I'll kill you, don't let me say it a second time."
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"What's your plan next, fellow Daoist Zhen?"

Zhang Yu was in a good mood when he photographed a high-quality water droplet at the auction, and it was a worthwhile trip.

Water is inseparable from the Yaoguang Domain. With this high-quality water repellent, it will be much more convenient.

The two get along well, and this is also the first monk he made friends abroad, and Donnie Yen didn't hide it: "Don't hide it, my fellow Daoist, I'm from the Northern Territory, the journey is long, and the sect is near, it's time to go back. "

Hearing that the other party claimed to be a monk from the Northern Territory, Zhang Yu was a little surprised. It would be impolite for monks to ask about their origins. He had always thought that the other party was a local monk, but he did not expect to come from the Northern Territory.

The two met at the Glory Ceremony a year ago, and they met in Fuluo City by chance a few months ago.

The Yaoguang Grand Ceremony is a catch-the-sea market hosted by Yaoguangmen. A month-long large-scale market fair is held in the main urban area of ​​Yaoguangmen. Most of the seafood products are used, so it is also called the catch-the-sea market.

"Daoyou Zhen traveled alone in the outer domain at a young age. I admire it, admire it, I don't know who your sect is?"

The two chatted while walking.

"Qing Yunzong Zhen Zining, what about fellow Daoist Zhang?"

This man has a clear and hearty temperament, and he speaks so euphemistically, it really makes him a little awkward.

"It turns out that fellow Daoist is from the Qingyun Sect of the Northern Territory, I,"

"Danger!"

He had heard the rumor about Qingyun Stone, but he was only halfway through his words, and his body was suddenly pushed forward.

"boom!"

Then there was a loud bang, and Zhang Yu's body was not stabilized and was sent a few meters away by the aftermath of the explosion.

"Friend Zhen!"

After leaving the auction, the two were careful all the way. They passed by the inn and changed their black robes. They also changed their clothes on purpose. How could they still be followed?

This is the explosion caused by the thunderclap. Someone set up a trap. Judging from the detonation speed, it is at least a second-rank thunderclap.

"I don't know which Taoist friend it is?"

Zhang Yu's eyes slid from the smoke of the explosion to the surroundings.

"I am Chang Xiufeng of the Yaoguang Sect, the disciple of True Monarch Yuxiu. If you are interested, I will forgive you this time."

There was a momentary stagnation when his divine sense caught the opponent's breath, and Zhang Yu's tone became calmer and more natural.

"I don't care who you are, when I know the consequences of provoking Yaoguang's disciples in the Eastern Region, especially the disciples of True Monarch Yuan Ying, my master has a bad temper."

The surroundings were quiet for two breaths.

"Are you really Yaoguang's disciple of Nascent Soul True Monarch?"

Wouldn't it be so unfortunate, is Yuan Ying's personal biography already rotten?
"Who was the kid who was killed in the pit?"

The air froze for a moment.

How can the people who walk with the disciples of the True Monarch come from ordinary backgrounds.

not good!

Zhang Yu realized that something was wrong, he flipped his right hand, and a lotus-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand.

Silently reciting the formula, the magic weapon instantly became larger, swirling and flew into the air, sending out dense golden spiritual blades, shooting all around.

"The magic weapon is very good, but unfortunately the cultivation base is too weak."

A black-robed cultivator was forced to show his body by this spirit blade.

"Haha, it really is a big fish"

Another tall black-robed monk appeared.

"Hand over all your storage bags and spare you!"

The last person to show up was a short cultivator, who was not too old to hear the voice.

Three foundation-building periods.

Zhang Yu's hands tightened.

"Don't talk nonsense with him!"

Now that he has already started, he must be neat and tidy, and he must not let this kid escape, otherwise there will be endless trouble.

The tall cultivator used his spiritual power, turning his spiritual energy into a machete and slashing directly at Zhang Yu.

The short cultivator's aura turned into a spear and stabbed at Zhang Yu from the front.

The speed is very fast, and he has no ability to fight back in front of the three foundation-building cultivators, and can only passively defend.

"puff-"

The back blow of the spiritual power transformation did not escape, and he was hit with a mouthful of blood.

At this time, another virtual spirit sword was approaching.

"come up"

He threw out a magic talisman to resist the attack in front of him. Hearing the sound, Zhang Yu quickly stretched out his hand.

"Flowing Cloud Bowl!"

"Good guy, I thought the cultivator was killed by the bomb, this breath-holding technique can be practiced."

"Never let them run away, chase!"

The lead monk slapped the storage bag and took out a sailboat with wings.

"Thanks to Zhen Daoyou's wit just now"

Just when he was pushed out before the explosion, Donnie Yen gave him the word delay.

"Daoist's consciousness is amazing, this second-order high-level magic weapon has been successfully refined in such a short time."

Zhen Zining retracted his consciousness and frowned, "They're chasing after them."

(End of this chapter)