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

Chapter 4

"If you don't want it, it's not impossible..."

The man with long snow-blue hair showed a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"so?"

The woman frowned, thinking that this must not be simple.

Unless this person is either a fool or a fool looking for death.

"It's not impossible, but you have to change it yourself."

After the identification, it turned out that he was indeed a fool seeking death.

Song Qinghe sneered.

"Shopkeeper, do you think I'm in a loss-making business? Your shabby store doesn't look like it's worth much. It's better to replace the clam beads quickly. It's better to tell the truth."

The impatience in the woman's eyes when she looked at him was undisguised and obvious.

"How about 50 million spirit stones?"

"This is a clam bead produced by the Clam King of the West Sea. There is only one in the world. Such a rare clam bead must cost 100 million spiritual stones."

She immediately started to raise the price. She thought that such a cunning and cunning man would definitely have to bargain, but who knew that he agreed the next second!

"it is good."

This confused the woman who had prepared many words, and then nodded.

"It's refreshing enough, it would be better if it was less glib."

Song Qinghe narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly, with a hint of teasing.

He neatly put away the 100 million spiritual stones and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you another prophecy."

The next second, a low and hoarse voice stopped the woman who was about to step over the threshold.

"Does the pawn shop still have a fortune-telling business? You don't want to force a fee for the service, do you?"

"No charge."

The man shook his head.

Who knows the next second...

"But I don't want to hear it. I don't need extra services."

Song Qinghe's eyes were full of cunning. He turned around and took a step away, but the man behind him said it himself, regardless of whether others wanted to hear it or not.

"After you go out, you have a fate with the first sect you meet."

The woman waved her hand indifferently and left without responding.

"Master, he can tell divination?"

Lingyu asked curiously, taking a comfortable bath in the spiritual spring.

"He's just a charlatan. This kind of trick is not as trustworthy as the Lord Siming in the heaven."

With this overwhelming wealth, he left the black market.

As a result, I saw that familiar face as soon as I walked out.

It was Brother Gou, whose face was full of black lines, walking towards him with the extra marrow shaping pill in his hand.

Qinghe took off his mask and returned it to the guard.

"Brother Dog, can't you afford to repair the roof? Remember to raise the price more."

The woman winked, pretending to be playful but actually provocative.

The man who was stopped angrily gritted his teeth and glared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart.

"You bitch, sooner or later I will kill you to satisfy the hatred in my heart!"

Luo Yanshang gritted his molars and spoke word by word, with fierce and hateful eyes, wishing he could eat his flesh and bones.

"Then I'm so scared."

The woman who was still wearing ragged clothes crossed her arms in feigning fear, but there was no sign of fear on her face.

He tilted his head and blinked, pursed his lips and looked at the man in front of him with a mean look.

"I hope I can wait until that day in my lifetime. Goodbye Brother Dog!"

After saying that, he sat on his Lingyu and turned around to smile lightly at him.

The man behind him roared feebly on the spot and stamped his feet angrily.

"Master, didn't that person say he was destined to be the first one he met?" The soft and waxy voice sounded like an immature baby.

"It's fate."

"?"

"It's evil fate."

He touched her feathers with disdain in his eyes.

The little fire phoenix also turned into a primary form because its soul became fragile, and could only ride one or two people at most.

It seems that the most important thing now is to improve the strength.

"boom!"

A loud bang exploded from low in the sky!

Song Qinghe was flying in the air sitting on Ling Yu's back when he was knocked away by someone as fast as lightning!
The body was thrown out like a parabola, and Lingyu was knocked unconscious and fell straight down.

She closed her eyes and was about to have a passionate kiss with the hot earth when she was caught by a pair of strong arms.

The woman felt someone hugging her waist and opened her eyes with a bad expression.

Storybooks often write about cliché dramas about a hero saving a beauty and falling in love at first sight, a handsome man catching a beauty who falls from a height, and so on.

But now, the wrinkled, white and sallow old face in front of me looks like an old man who is half buried in the earth.

Qinghe immediately stood up straight and looked at the old man in white with dissatisfaction. His long snow-white hair was smooth and shiny, and his face was full of kindness and kindness.

"Old gentleman, I should be grateful to you for saving me, but I hope you can bring a junior to help you watch the road next time Yu Jian goes out to avoid such accidents on the road again."

The implication is that even old men are inevitably blind, so next time you go out, you should keep an eye on the road!

The woman pursed her lips and couldn't smile. Looking at the old man opposite, she couldn't say harsh words, let alone take action against him. She could only say 'concern' euphemistically.

"I'm sorry, girl. I was in a hurry to attend the cultivator conference. I flew too fast and didn't see the girl clearly. I'm really sorry."

The old man stroked his beard with one hand and lowered his head in embarrassment to apologize.

It's just that the deliberately suppressed voice is sophisticated and has a bit of clear childishness and hidden eagerness.

His old and clear eyes looked at the endless road in the distance, with wild grass half as tall as a man on both sides of the road.

At a glance, the wind blew the reeds, and there were no people in the distance.

"A conference of cultivators?"

The woman who heard the key message had long forgotten the episode.

The most important thing now is to find the Yuru Flower. The Marrow Shaping Pill cannot change her mortal spiritual bones and can only repair her spiritual bones. So now she needs to find the Yuru Flower and Shura Grass and supplement with the Marrow Shaping Pill to reshape her spiritual bones.

In the memory of the original body, this jade flower only exists in one sect, because the unique geographical conditions can breed the rare spiritual grass and spiritual flower.

This mysterious sect is the Qingfeng Sect. The dragon of this sect has never seen its end, and ordinary people cannot find the location of the Qingfeng Sect.

Legend has it that Qingfengmen is located on a mountain peak closest to the sky. Some say it is at the end of the sea. There are many different opinions.

She needs a chance.

"Yes, the cultivators' conference is held once every hundred years. All sects must participate, and all cultivators of high and low levels will also join in the fun."

The old man with a white beard said patiently, his eyes indeed looking into the distance, wishing he could fly away immediately.

He had no choice but to turn around and look at the woman with darting eyes.

"Girl, do you want to go too? Seeing as I bumped into the girl by mistake and she was almost injured, I can give her a ride."

Qinghe already had the idea in his mind and nodded with a smile.

"Then there is Mr. Law."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge silver-light lotus-patterned long sword appeared in front of him.

Both of them stood on the sword.

"Stand still."

After saying that, the long sword flew out like an afterimage.

The sudden take-off before the words were finished made the woman who had just stood up caught off guard and fall backwards.

A stagger almost fell.

The strong arm of the white-bearded old man behind him turned, and his palm caught the woman who was about to fall.

He picked up the woman who almost fell down like a chicken.

(End of this chapter)