Rebirth and then become immortal

The next day Ganku still didn't show up.

Xiao Qing left a letter to her, and then fully armed himself again, even hanging the Xuanji Tianzong disciple token in a conspicuous place on his waist.

Su Nian is also not that dusty. Although it is not as stunning as the prototype, it at least matches the exquisite scabbard.

Since she is meeting the master of Qianji Pavilion, she must dress up in a high-profile manner to avoid any conflicts. The other party must also be careful about the power behind her when they attack her.

However, even Qianji Pavilion feels that my brother's current situation is difficult...

I'm afraid she really has to contact Weisheng Jingshan and ask the Tianxian Sect to help her.

Fortunately, all the gifts from the major sects in the previous master-disciple ceremony belonged to her master and apprentice, otherwise she would not know what to take when they came to visit.

Going to Qianji Pavilion at this time was in a different state of mind than before.

The treatment is also different.

Almost as soon as he arrived at the city gate, he was taken directly into Qianji Pavilion by the people from Qianji Pavilion.

In just a blink of an eye, Xiao Qing came to a garden from the city gate.

Xiao Qing felt it. The state here was similar to the world in the fan that Yano had fought against before, but the people who built this world were far more than Yano. Every plant and tree here was as full of aura as reality.

If the world in Yano's fan were the eyes of a fish, then this place would be a shining pearl.

In front of her was a calm lake, with a small pavilion standing in the center of the lake, and a wooden bridge connecting the open space where she stood with the stone pavilion on the lake.

The man wearing a big cloak in the pavilion was sitting facing her, with a tea cup in front of him. The steam was rising, somewhat blurring his face.

There were several monks surrounding him, both men and women.

His expressions looked quite solemn, and he looked very bluffing.

But Xiao Qing only felt that everything about them was inconsistent, and their expressions were more like stunned than solemn.

It's just that their cultivation levels are not below the level of soul refining, so Xiao Qing didn't dare to make a judgment secretly for a while.

Xiao Qing tightened his grip on the hilt of Su Nian's sword and stabilized his beating heart.

The person who brought her here has long since disappeared, and she is left to step onto the wooden bridge and move forward slowly in the sight of those people.

"Here you are, this fellow Taoist from the Xuanji Tianzong." The man smiled at her, like a fox meeting an interested prey, and the fiery red cloak on his body became more dazzling.

Even if he didn't say it clearly, Xiao Qing also knew the identity of this man - the current master of Qianji Pavilion.

This person's behavior is mysterious, and he doesn't often appear in front of others. There is very little information about him. Even if she inquired for a long time in the sect when she came, the most she got was doubts and "Why are you asking this?"

Naturally, Xiao Qing would not tell anyone else about this matter, and only left with the excuse of being curious.

Now, at first glance, this person indeed seems to be a difficult person to deal with.

Xiao Qing stepped forward, and before he could speak, he saw the man raise his hand, and then a woman with a pale face and a withered body walked out from the crowd of puppet-like monks gathered around.

She hardly looked like a monk.

In other words, not like a normal monk.

Only demon cultivators, evil cultivators, ghost cultivators and the like can have such strange and abnormal conditions.

Her skin was pale and dry, her face was thin and out of shape, her hair was like weeds, messily draped over her shoulders, and her whole body looked like a layer of human skin stretched over white bones.

Dead silence is everywhere.

"Ahem...your brother is not in danger of his life now."

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and Xiao Qing even saw blood welling up in her throat every time she spoke.

"I originally wanted to continue to pursue it, but... I'm not allowed. Warning... God..." Before the woman could finish her words, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

She crawled on the ground, trembling all over, and her teeth chattered, but she still said: "It is not allowed... ghosts... sons of gods..." Her vitality quickly died, but her eyes were still wide open, staring at Xiao Qing.

This should have been a terrifying scene, but Xiao Qing could see a bit of paranoia in her eyes, and now she finally seemed like a living person.

No one around him stepped forward to stop him. They all looked on with cold eyes. There was not even a sound of speaking. There was only the sound of wind whistling in his ears, which made Xiao Qing look like an alien when he stepped out with one foot in the direction of the woman.

"...in the future...you..."

"……Together……"

She is dead.

A generation of powerful soul refiners died so easily.

Xiao Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart, but the master of the Qianji Pavilion waved his hands as if nothing was wrong. The remaining monks stepped forward and dragged away the woman who fell on the ground. They took the body with them to nowhere. , disappeared from Xiao Qing's sight together.

"I thought we could isolate some visitors here, but it doesn't seem to work." After muttering a few words to himself, the man finally said his second sentence of the day to Xiao Qing, "As you can see, she is dead. ”

"Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Xia. Flaws do not hide Yu's flaws."

"Master of the Xia Pavilion"

Xiao Qing forced himself to shift his attention from the woman who died just now to the pavilion master.

He has long eyebrows and thin eyes, thin lips and light color, and long and disheveled hair. He is an extremely dull-looking person.

The other party motioned for her to sit down, and Xiao Qing took a seat. The other party poured some tea into the cup in front of her, which was full of heat and fragrant.

It stands to reason that if such a large cloak is worn on such a dull person, the clothes should completely overshadow the person, but for the person in front of him, this does not happen.

Xiao Qing narrowed her eyes. When she really started to look at the mysterious Qianji Pavilion Master in front of her, she was surprised to discover something that no one would believe if she told him.

...How come this person seems to be a completely ordinary person?

Xiao Qing was startled, and Xia laughed at her expression, as if he already knew what she was thinking: "I thought you would find out earlier."

"Why, is it surprising that the master of Qianji Pavilion is an ordinary person?"

"Then let me tell you something even more surprising, okay?"

Xiao Qing couldn't figure out the current situation.

But it was obvious that this person was not in his right mind.

Is he really an ordinary person?

Xiao Qing looked at him, moved his fingers, and finally shook his head: "Master Xia Pavilion, I think now is not the time to reveal all the secrets."

"Oh...really? I thought you were curious about why that person died."

that person.

Xiao Qing went through these three words in his mouth, and finally determined that he was talking about the woman who had just died.

What did she mean by those broken words.

Xiao Qing tried to recall what the woman said, but surprisingly, as the woman died, what she said gradually faded out of his memory.

After such a short period of time, she could only remember those "warnings", "heaven" and "not allowed".

If she hadn't tried her best to capture these memories, I'm afraid she would have forgotten even these five words.

She should write it down and take it to the Zhengtian Immortal Sect.

Xia looked at Xiao Qing, who was frowning and thinking with satisfaction, and tapped the table with his knuckles to bring Xiao Qing's thoughts back to reality.

"Looking at your appearance just now, you almost forgot what that person just said, right?" He looked at Xiao Qing, his eyes seemed to be hooked, and his mouth seemed to be filled with a blazing fire of desire. "Would you like to cooperate with us?"

"Don't look at me like that, and don't think about the Zhengtian Immortal Sect. They don't deserve the name Zhengtian. They are just a group of docile livestock in captivity."

He put his head close to Xiao Qing and whispered in her ear.