Quick Transmigration: The heroine does not follow the script

Chapter 819 The Wife Who Killed His Wife (30)

The wind and snow were whistling on Wangxue Cliff, Liang Qiuyue and Mu Wushang stood there in a daze, the snow was blowing all over their heads and faces.

Ling Xuzi came and went quickly, and when the cold wind blew, the previous traces were blown away.

It was as if Ling Xuzi had never appeared before.

As smart as Mu Wushang, he naturally understood the meaning of Ling Xuzi's last sentence.

Because he wanted him to inherit his ruthless sword, he set up such a game to cut him off.

Liang Qiuyue wiped the snow from her face, "Do you have anything to ask?"

Mu Wushang was really curious as to why she was able to avoid Ling Xuzi's hands, which was almost impossible even for him.

Facing his puzzled eyes, Liang Qiuyue shrugged, "If you want to know, I won't tell you."

"Wushang, we have been separated for more than two years, and many things have happened during this time. You are now a disciple of the Holy Land, and your future is boundless, and I, from the day you left, the only one I can rely on is myself."

Mu Wushang wanted to say: You can rely on me, the person I care about most in this world is you.

Even if you don't trust me as much as you did in the past, I will continue to do so.

But seeing her clear and serious eyes, these words were swallowed unconsciously.

What to say so much, it is better to express your attitude with actions.

Liang Qiuyue went back to the igloo and sat on the futon to meditate.

Zhao Yingkui, who hadn't spoken for a long time, sighed, "Time is really a pig-killing knife."

"Remember thousands of years ago, when the dog thief came to hunt me down, I was still a good son in troubled times. Now, my sister is still my sister, but the son has become an old man."

Liang Qiuyue: "..."

"Laugh if you want to laugh!"

"Hahaha…"

Zhao Yingkui couldn't help it, and laughed.

Even though she is now trapped in a corner and doesn't even have a physical body, it is refreshing to see the dog thief's twilight appearance.

On the high cliff, in front of Lingxuzi's cave, Mu Wushang knelt at the entrance of the cave.

"Master, Hanyue is the love of my life. If you still can't accept it, the disciple will return this body to you and dissolve the master-student relationship. From then on, he will have nothing to do with Yanxu Mountain and you."

There was only the sound of wind and snow on the cliff, after Mu Wushang knocked his head three times, and was about to break up his body, Ling Xuzi's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Wait a minute, this cross-strait competition, we must win the quota for the Tongtian Secret Realm, bring back Shui Ningzhi and Jiuyangcao from the Tongtian Secret Realm, and bring the things back to the deity, the master-student love between you and me Qing, you can take her wherever you like in the future."

Liang Qiuyue set off on the second day, riding in the teleportation array and using flying treasures. She was in a hurry, but she didn't arrive before Yanxu Mountain's luxurious flying warship arrived.

Zhongzhou is the largest and most luxurious city on the east coast, and it has been particularly lively these days.

There are everything sold on the streets. The Six Great Sects of the Three Holy Lands and other famous sects belonging to the Immortal Mansion Alliance have sent disciples. There is also a special organization that is not a sect, the Sanxiu League.

Apart from the time for practicing, Liang Qiuyue basically just walks the street to watch the excitement, eat and drink.

She has already thought about the quota to enter the Tongtian Secret Realm. She can either buy one nearby at a high price, or snatch one if it is not enough.

In the midst of everyone's attention, the East Coast Competition began.

Liang Qiuyue had spirit stones in her pocket, so she spent some spirit stones to buy tickets for the general public, and entered the Dabi to watch the grand event live.

As for the process of the Grand Competition, it can be described as the Three Sacred Lands and Yi Qichen.

The six major sects are stronger than ordinary minor sects, but compared with the Three Sacred Lands, they are still a lot worse.

Mu Wushang is a member of the competition that was selected from the Yanxu Mountain competition. The cultivation base of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and the practitioners of the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul and the Dzogchen cultivators are not inferior at all.

Although the process is dangerous, the result is not the slightest suspense.

For the male protagonist Long Aotian, being invincible at the same level is a routine operation, and it is expected to win the enemy at a higher level.

While she was eating sea melon seeds and eating snacks to watch the battle, a man next to her whispered stealthily, "My lord, is that you?"

Liang Qiuyue turned her head and saw the little boy Situ Sheng blinking at her.

The two chatted casually.

Situ Sheng sighed, "Since the First World War a thousand years ago, the talent on the west bank has withered. Whenever there is a hundred-year cross-strait competition, Wanmomen can't take much advantage."

"The monster clans in Qihuangling come out in large numbers, and the Wanmomen can't compare with it. Under the changing situation, the number of monster clans participating in Qihuangling is far more than Wanmomen, and the number of people who enter the Tongtian Secret Realm is Wanmomen." It's a lot less."

Situ Sheng looked melancholy.

It's a pity that a monk can only enter the Heaven-reaching Secret Realm once in his life, and his chance has already been used up.

"Thousands of years ago, the vitality of the west bank was severely damaged, and the number of monks who fled from the east bank to join us decreased year by year. How can we compare it with the east bank now?"

Although Situ Sheng is an evil cultivator, he also has a heart that wants to carry forward the power of evil cultivators.

Listening to Situ Sheng rambling like an elderly person, Liang Qiuyue picked her ears.

"My lord, you are a member of our camp anyway, so you won't come back to offer your hand." Situ Sheng resented slightly.

Zhao Yingkui really couldn't see the Wanmomen, which used to be powerful in the past, fell to such a point. As a member of the West Bank, she was full of blood and said angrily: "You go."

Liang Qiuyue almost blurted out her agreement, but she couldn't hold back her words.

"I'm not going!" She said gritting her teeth with great difficulty, scolding God in her heart, she won't go!Don't try to hurt her!

More than a month passed in a blink of an eye, and the East Coast Competition was coming to an end.

One of the three holy lands, Qi Chen, divided up nearly [-]% of the places to participate in the cross-strait competition.

During this period, the cultivation of this body has successfully entered the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Compared to Mu Wushang who was upgraded like a rocket, she almost wanted to cry.

Zhao Yingkui also kept talking about the loss of her Acacia Sutra every day.

Half a year later, the cross-strait competition was held in Shuiyun City, a city on the Tongtian Sea.

There are countless small islands in the Tongtian Sea, and Shuiyun City is a giant city built on the water by connecting countless small islands that are very close together. It looks quite spectacular.

Tongtianhai is forbidden, and everyone can only stand on the island. Recently, there are a lot of people coming every day, and it looks very lively.

People from the east bank and the west bank arrived one after another, and the usually bustling Shuiyun City was like a pot of water that was about to boil.

Many shops are opened by demon cultivators, selling all kinds of seafood.

It's unbelievable to see how these big monsters in the transformation period earn money honestly with their own hands.

When Liang Qiuyue was sitting in a restaurant near the sea, enjoying the sea breeze and enjoying a seafood feast, she was surrounded by evil cultivators on the west bank.

These city lords were all beaten by her, and at this moment, one or two of them felt very good.

(End of this chapter)