The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 8 What an Ability to Turn Black and White
After a while, Yan Wenli saw Jiang Yunshu raise a forced smile towards her, and said in a very soft voice: "Then am I very unlucky now?"

With a pain in her heart, she hurriedly hugged her, and said softly: "So I left Yan Qiao by your side, waiting for her, and I will ask Master to return all the luck she stole."

".it is good."

Jiang Yunshu hesitated for a long time before speaking slowly.

But where Yan Wenli couldn't see, her eyes shone with a strange light.

Yan Qiao who had listened to the whole process: "."

I have seen shameless, never seen such shameless.

Yan Qiao felt that she was really disgusted, and her ability to turn black and white was comparable to the people in Kimchi Country.

the next day.

Yan Qiao quit her cultivation state early. Because of the existence of the Demon Spirit Bipolar Jade, she broke through to the fifth level of Qi training in just one night.

But the spiritual energy in this world is indeed too scarce, and I am afraid that future breakthroughs will be more difficult.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly.

It seems that we have to finish things here quickly and return to Cangxuan Realm.

Yan Qiao took the phone and directly clicked on a dialog box with the note "Little Genius".

Yan Qiao: 【What happened to the thing you paid attention to? 】

Little Genius: [Boss, there is news. There is only one person named Mu currently staying in Chunhua Garden.]

Yan Qiao: [Say. 】

Little Genius: [Boss, you have heard of the Mu family in Kyoto, right?He is the younger brother of the head of the Mu family. It is said that he rarely participates in the Mu family's business circle and his whereabouts are unpredictable. 】

The Mu family in Kyoto?
Yan Qiao turned off the screen, thinking about how Jiang Yunshu got involved with the Mu family, let alone a master-student relationship.

And those who can be regarded as masters and disciples must be those who have studied seriously.

So, what did Jiang Yunshu learn from him?
Could it be related to the power flowing in her body?
Yan Qiao's eyes fell on the roses outside the window.

Under the sun, the blossoming roses poked their heads out from under the stems and leaves, enjoying the light refracted from the gaps.

In the end, it was the ringtone of her cell phone that woke her up, and her slender fingers scratched the screen.

"Boss, Hua Nian has landed in Nancheng." A pleasant male voice came from the other end of the phone, "And Shengming Group has sent an invitation letter and wants to invite you to the party."

Hearing the words of Shengming Group, Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Send me the time and place."

"Okay, boss."

"You can check on Yan Wenli for me again."

"Okay." Although the man on the other end of the phone was a little surprised, he didn't say anything.

As a special assistant, although he is not as good as the other special assistant next to the boss, he can barely be regarded as a silver medal special assistant.

It is the basic practice that he should abide by not to question anything the boss says.

Yan Qiao didn't know that he could train his special assistant so well.

But she really hoped to find out something. She always felt that Jiang Yunshu was a little strange, a sense of dissonance from the inside out.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

"Mingcheng, why are you here?" Jiang Yunshu looked at the handsome man in front of him with some surprise.

"Congratulations." Fu Mingcheng chuckled, scratched her nose indulgently, and looked at her with deep eyes.

Under his gaze, Jiang Yunshu felt a rare shyness, tilted her head and whispered: "Thank you."

"For our friendship, do you still need to say thank you to me?"

Fu Mingcheng hugged her waist forcefully and looked deeply into her eyes.

Seeing the two of them coming and going, Yan Qiao yawned rather bored.

Who knew that the two of them would turn their heads at the same time and stare at her one after another.

Fortunately, she didn't show any fear at all and left the Jiang family villa without looking away.

Only Jiang Yunshu and Fu Mingcheng were left looking at each other.

The charming atmosphere was finally broken, and Fu Mingcheng's face darkened visibly to the naked eye.

The hatred for Yan Qiao in his heart deepened, and he was quietly thinking about how to deal with her.

Yan Qiao didn't know or care about this.

Yan Qiao herself is a god-level thunder spirit root, so ordinary ghosts and evil spirits cannot enter her body.

As for those who cultivate immortality, what they cultivate is to follow their hearts.

People who cultivate immortality are competing with heaven and people. If they take too much into account, their Taoist mind will inevitably be unstable.

Yan Qiao raised her eyes to look at the courtyard in front of her, and saw a black shadow emerging in the sky above the courtyard. It was shaking and struggling, its mouth wide open, trying to devour her.

She withdrew her gaze and stepped into the courtyard door.

Sure enough, the silence in the ear suddenly disappeared, and it became the crying blood of countless ghosts, wailing and struggling, vowing to awaken the deepest fear in people's hearts.

An ordinary person would have slumped on the ground at this time, but Yan Qiao was not an ordinary person, she turned around calmly and closed the courtyard door again.

The things here seemed to have been cultivated for hundreds of years, so she put a talisman on the door when she closed the door.

The black air permeating the surroundings has long been unbearable. Seeing her leisurely appearance, they all turned into ghosts and rushed towards her.

Yan Qiao's eyes narrowed, and he turned his wrist, and the spiritual sword from before fell into his hand again.

With a flash of sword light, the charging ghost turned into black energy again.

Normally, ghosts should only carry Yin Qi, but whether it was the fox ghost she met before or these fierce ghosts now, the aura on their bodies was clearly black Qi.

And this black energy is somewhat similar to the magic energy in the world of cultivating immortals.

The surrounding black energy continuously turned into ghosts and rushed towards Yan Qiao.

Accompanied by Li Gui's shrill laughter, "Hahaha, you can't kill us."

"Not always."

Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows, flipped his hands over and took out the Demon Spirit Bipolar Jade he got last time and threw it into the air.

This demon spirit bipolar jade has long been contracted by her, and now it is even easier to use.

The fierce ghost who rushed to Yan Qiao in front was completely absorbed by the demon bipolar jade in just a moment.

This phenomenon frightened the black air around her to retreat for a long time.

"It's quite humane. It's a pity that none of them can escape."

Seeing the situation, Yan Qiao raised her eyebrows, and with a thought, the demon bipolar jade was directly submerged into the black air.

Li Gui's curses began to ring in his ears, and the sounds of struggling and roaring pierced the sky.

It was also because no one lived around this courtyard, otherwise the sound would have been enough for people to call the police.

"Holy shit, what's this sound?" Mo Ziyan was frightened by the sound and couldn't help but look around.

After looking for a long time and finding nothing unusual, I patted my chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then his eyes lit up again, and it seemed that the place he was looking for was here.

He straightened his hair and clothes, stuck his phone on the selfie stick, and clicked on the video.

"Ahem, let's go to the courtyard house that has been famous for a long time now."

(End of this chapter)