The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 30 Back Mountain Prophecy
Song Qinghe looked at the young man on the bed and felt that he was a little baffled.

Could this be what the world calls love?
Song Qinghe didn't understand.

When she was in heaven, it was precisely because of her ruthlessness that she became the invincible and invulnerable female war goddess. Ruthlessness was truly ruthless.

Both gods and mortals have their own amorous tree, with love books representing different emotions on it. However, her amorous tree has withered since she was born, and for thousands of years, only Ling Yu has been by her side.

"100 years ago, when Xilingyue was a child, she was just a mute little beggar on the street. It was Junior Brother Si Fengzhe who rescued Xilingyue when he went down the mountain to practice medicine. At first, Ayue did not dare to eat or drink here. He didn't know what kind of torture he suffered, and he would always cry when he went to bed in the middle of the night. It was Xiaotuo who stayed by his bedside day and night to treat him.

Later, Ah Yue gradually let go and lived here and became the master's fourth disciple. The master used magic to heal Ah Yue's throat and allowed him to speak, and then he became the garrulous person he is now. , just as she started talking, Ah Yue’s memories of her childhood became blurry. Even though our four senior brothers had a close relationship, Ah Yue was still the closest to Xiao Tuo. "

Song Qinghe also understood that Xi Lingyue was very dependent on Si Fengzhe, and as soon as she finished speaking, she caught the key word.

"Fourth brother?"

Since entering the Qingfeng Gate, she has only seen three of them, and at some point a fourth person ran out.

Zi Yusheng suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Hey, look at my memory, I forgot to tell you that there are only five of us disciples in the master's inner sect, and you are the youngest. Among them, Si Fengzhe and Xi Lingyue are the third and fourth, and there is one with the weirdest temper. The second child is Sheng Ning who has drifted here from the Japanese continent. He is currently cultivating at the bottom of the West Sea. He will be out of seclusion soon, so you will naturally see him then."

Song Qinghe listened to Zi Yusheng's words and didn't take it seriously.

"Let's go to Wanjuan Pavilion."

After settling the fainted Xilingyue, the two of them went to the Wanjuan Pavilion where scriptures were stored.

Pushing open the mahogany door that had been renovated, Song Qinghe pursed his lips and looked at Zi Yusheng.

"Is this Wanjuan Pavilion?"

"correct."

The empty room in front of me, with no Ten Thousand Volumes of Books and only a few volumes, is this Wanjuan Pavilion?
Song Qinghe was once again refreshed by Qingfengmen's poverty.

"Junior sister Qinghe, please sit down wherever you like."

After saying that, the man sat casually on the dusty low stool. Song Qinghe twitched the corners of his mouth, wiped the dust on it with a handkerchief, and sat down.

Now it was Zi Yusheng's turn to be embarrassed for a moment.

"Does Senior Brother Ziyu know something? About Senior Brother Si Fengzhe being captured?"

Song Qinghe went straight to the point and got directly to the topic.

As expected, Zi Yusheng nodded towards her.

"The black mist is recorded in the Chronicles of the Different Seas. It seems to be a kind of black energy exclusive to the Rootless Land. You have a general understanding of the Rootless Land before. It is rumored that it is full of evil spirits, so the spiritual energy and spirit are all It’s all pent-up resentment, and I suspect that Xiaotuo and Ayue offended someone they shouldn’t have provoked when they went to Rootless Land to get Shura grass.”

Song Qinghe nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, she had a vague premonition in her heart.

"We will know when Senior Brother Yue wakes up and asks."

It was already early the next morning when Xilingyue woke up.

After a rare good sleep, Song Qinghe got up at three o'clock and went to the forbidden area in the back mountain to practice kung fu.

I meditate to stimulate the circulation of spiritual energy, and practice meditation again according to the mental method when I was in heaven. I just feel that more and more spiritual energy in the cave is pouring into my body.

When she closed her eyes and concentrated on practicing, two lines of small green characters appeared on the wall.

After a while, a figure walked towards the forbidden cave with a red lotus sword in hand, with a dark back.

"Qi and blood condense on the top of the head, and the spirit converges on the five senses..." Song Qinghe muttered something in his mouth. The words on the rock wall opposite were still shining, but the woman was not aware of it and was concentrating on it.

It wasn't until Lang, the young man in red, walked in with his sword in hand that he saw the looming floodlight characters on the wall, "What the hell?"

The quiet voice had a strong nasal sound. Xi Lingyue walked into the depths without interest and saw the woman on the ground with her legs crossed and meditating on the cushion.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Xi Lingyue glanced at her and muttered dissatisfiedly.

The moment the boy approached, Song Qinghe also opened his eyes and stared at him. In that second, his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

Just when the young man was stunned by this gaze, the woman returned to normal. The killing intent in her eyes just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"Senior Brother Yue, why are you here?"

Song Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at his serious and silent expression in surprise.

It’s time to turn back and start forging ahead!
"It's none of your business. This is a forbidden area in the back mountain. Of course I can come when I want. But you, what are you doing here? You're not going to steal Yuru flowers again, are you?"

After saying this, Xi Lingyue sneered, watching her expression change from the corner of her eye, and let out a cold snort in her nose.

Song Qinghe sighed with pretense of regret.

"What a pity. I was invited to become my disciple. Senior Brother Ziyu said I could come. Senior Brother Yue, you don't know, right? Didn't Senior Brother tell you?"

The young man frowned coldly, and his face was instantly covered with frost.

"Generally, senior brother doesn't need to inform me about unimportant matters. However, with your low spiritual power, you'd better come here less often, so as not to cause trouble to senior brother!"

Xi Lingyue retorted and turned her head away from her smiling face. Instead, she turned her head to look at the faintly visible words on the rock wall above her head. If she looked carefully, she saw that the free and uninhibited handwriting of the dragon and the phoenix seemed familiar...

Then he turned his back to the woman and summoned a fiery red dove from his palm.

"Senior Brother Ziyu, come to the forbidden area quickly. I seem to have seen the news from Master."

Xi Lingyue twisted her face seriously.

"OK, wait for me."

Then the image in mid-air was cut off, and a faint voice came from behind.

"Is this a special contact method? It's quite convenient."

Xi Lingyue was so frightened that she took a step forward, then realized it was a woman and hurriedly answered the conversation.

"Of course... of course it's magical. Your spiritual power is low, so you'd better practice hard and think about it later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of him, which was Zi Yusheng who had just been in the mid-air image.

"Wait for me to take a look."

After saying that, the three of them raised their heads at the same time in tacit understanding. Zi Yusheng picked up their belts and flew them upwards.

"There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds. They are neither ghosts nor immortals. They are heartbroken."

The incomprehensible four sentences left both Xi Lingyue and Ziyu Sheng a little confused. Feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from several people, the two lines of small words also disappeared.

Zi Yusheng carried the two of them to the ground steadily.

Song Qinghe was silent, her eyes full of doubts, but her doubts were different from the two of them.

(End of this chapter)