Three days later, the teams of Xinghe Sect, Tianshui Sect, and Xuanxin Sect left Wuling City, and the teams of other sects also began to prepare. Except for Tiandao Sect, Blood Evil Sect and Tuling Sect, all other sects planned to leave quietly, hide their whereabouts and return secretly.
Because Cao Wujiang in prison was shouting loudly that the Mang Palace troops were near Wuling City and wanted to show their eight sects how powerful they were.
Whether it's true or not, it's better to be cautious.
"Qin Ming, I will go to Yunluo Forest in a while, how can you entertain me?" Yao'er came to Qin Ming's courtyard again and stood outside the fence.
"If I'm still alive then, I'll treat you to game." Qin Ming's words made He Xiangtian, Ding Dian and others in the yard next to him speechless. He said this as if the Qingyun Sect wanted to kill you.
"Qin Ming, please speak up." An elder happened to come over and gave him a few words of instruction with a straight face.
Yao'er looked at Qin Ming with a smile and winked: "If you die, I will die for my love."
Qin Ming stretched out his thumb, you are cruel.
Yao'er lay on the green fence and looked at Qin Ming with a smile: "Have you thought about it clearly?"
"What?"
"Follow me to the Blood Evil Sect. Grandpa will accept you as his direct disciple. I will accept you as my little lover and accompany you with six little girls." Yao'er glanced at Qin Ming, Yan Yan was charming and charming, if he were an ordinary person, , may have been swayed by the charm of the heart.
The Qingyun Sect disciples in each courtyard were all shocked. A direct disciple of the sect master? Demon lover? The Blood Evil Sect actually offered Qin Ming such an astonishing condition!
Wait, lover? Has Yao'er fallen in love with Qin Ming
Everyone's eyes became weird. Thinking about Yao'er's murderous nature in the five strong martial arts competitions, these two lunatics are really a perfect match!
Ling Xue was in her room. She was slightly surprised when she heard this and couldn't help but look outside.
"I'm not interested in direct disciples."
"What about me?" Yao'er turned slightly sideways and showed Qin Ming her perfect and sexy body, which could be vaguely seen through the gap in the fence. The voluptuous figure is completely formed according to the golden ratio. Where it should be curvy, it is in place, and where it should be curved, it is seductive and makes people think.
Especially the slim waist that can be grasped, is so delicate and soft that it makes many women feel inferior and makes many men fascinated.
Qin Ming didn't even look at it: "You're still young, give it another two years and see how things go."
He Xiangtian and the others couldn't listen anymore, so they returned to the room one by one and slammed the door. These two bitches, a man and a woman, are blatantly having sex and are indecent. Ling Xue couldn't listen anymore and closed the window and door, out of sight and out of mind.
"The requirements are quite high." Yao'er chuckled.
"When will the Blood Evil Sect set out?" Qin Ming was packing his luggage. The Qingyun Sect would set out late tonight. If there was an ambush team in Prince Mang Mansion, the Qingyun Sect team would be most likely to be attacked, so the sect leader decided to leave as early as possible to hide his whereabouts. It's not that he is afraid. With the strength of the sect leader, even if the Python King comes, he can still withstand it. He is worried that if there is a duel at the Holy Martial Realm, disciples like Qin Ming will be killed in a few aftermaths.
Play it safe and keep a low profile.
"tomorrow morning."
"Aren't you afraid that Prince Python's Mansion will target you?"
"They must have the courage." Yao'er is not afraid of Prince Mang's Mansion, and the sect leader Qiu Lin is even less afraid.
"By the way, how do the Eight Sects deal with Cao Wujiang?"
"He will be detained in Wuling City Mansion. After all the eight sects leave, he will be escorted by the Qi family and return to Prince Mang's Mansion. What grudge do you have against him? I can kill him for you."
"No need, I can handle it." Qin Ming looked back at Huyan Zhuozhuo. Huyan Zhuozhuo nodded, everyone has already made arrangements.
"Really? There's no charge. Just treat it as a gift from me."
"Don't think too much, I have nothing to do with the world, I have good intentions in my heart, and I never make enemies."
"Me too, I never kill."
Huyan Zhuozhuo rolled his eyes, thank you both for being able to say it.
Yao'er gave Qin Ming a playful look: "I hope we meet soon, I will miss you."
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Late that night, the Qingyun Sect team left Wuling City and returned to the Qingyun Sect after an absence of more than 20 days.
The route they took was very remote, but there was basically no delay on the way. They traveled day and night and entered the vast Yunluo Forest in only eight days.
Only then did the leader of the Qingyun Sect feel relieved and slow down.
This walk was very careful and boring.
The five elders and middle-aged disciples were on guard all the way. Qin Ming and other disciples were silent all the way, with few speaking.
Mucheng, Li Nian, He Xiangtian, etc. are no longer as aloof as before.
They were about to return to Qingyun Sect, and they didn't know how to face the disciples who admired them and the elders who looked forward to them.
"Pay attention to the front left." A middle-aged disciple suddenly reminded.
On the low hill a thousand meters ahead and to their left, stood a thin figure. It was far away, but with their eyesight they could still see clearly. He was a man in ragged clothes with long and messy hair. He was swaying gently with the mountain wind, as if he could be blown over casually.
"I saw him three times! Once when we first entered the forest, once last night, and again now. He seems to be following us." The middle-aged disciple reminded in a deep voice.
Elder Wu ordered: "Keep an eye on him. If you dare to get close again, take him down!"
Now that he has entered the sect, no one dares to be presumptuous. As long as that person does not cause trouble, there is no need to touch him.
Qin Ming also looked there and didn't pay much attention. But before walking far, something suddenly occurred to him, and he stared at the low mountains in the distance with his eyebrows raised.
On the top of the mountain, the ragged young man slowly raised his head, with ripples appearing in his red eyes. He looked through his long and messy hair at Qin Ming, who was walking by several miles away. His face was pale, as white as bloodless, and there was no human emotion visible on his thin face. He was very cold... very stiff...
Qin Ming obviously felt that the man was looking at him.
"I've noticed it twice. What does he want to do?" Ding Dian muttered and took a few more glances.
"There are many weirdos in Yunluo Forest, just don't pay attention to them." Han Qianye said calmly.
Qin Ming suddenly remembered something, something looked familiar. Could it be the boy he saved in the forest
More than half a year has passed since what happened that day, and I have almost forgotten it.
Qin Ming waved his hand in the distance.
"What are you doing, getting to know each other?" Huyan Zhuozhuo was also looking there.
"I don't know him, just curious."
"Don't cause trouble, keep a low profile." Huyan Zhuozhuo pulled him and told him to return to the sect soon. Don't cause any more trouble.
"Your father's side..." Qin Ming whispered softly.
"We will know the answer when we return to the clan."
When Qin Ming looked up again, the man on the top of the mountain in the distance had disappeared.
Qingyun Sect!
Disciples have gathered outside the mountain gate, and many elders are also waiting here.
"Why haven't you come back yet?"
"Calculating the time, the sect leader should have returned the day before yesterday."
"Did something happen on the road?"
"Maybe something happened at the tea party and it was delayed."
The elders were secretly anxious, worried about an accident on the road. The sect master is a very strict person and will come back on time for every tea party. It is rare for a two-day delay like this to happen.
The disciples are not very anxious. In their minds, the sect master is a figure who stands at the pinnacle of the Northern Territory. He is also protected by five elders and many middle-aged disciples, so there is no chance of an accident. What they were more curious about was the situation at the tea party, whether the Qingyun Sect performed well this year, and what kind of results it had achieved.
Many people have already started betting on whether Mucheng will be in the top five? How many rounds did Zhang Lan and other Jin Ling disciples survive? How are Tieshanhe and the others doing? Wait!
Others began to wonder about Mucheng's title and what kind of evaluation the Bazong would give him.
Except for Qin Ming, the other nine disciples are geniuses that they respect in their hearts, and I believe they will not be disappointed.
"Here we come! The sect leader is back!" A disciple rushed up the path ahead, shouting from a distance.
"Here we come!" The elders finally showed smiles on their faces and walked quickly down the stone steps.
Thousands of disciples swarmed out and followed the elders to greet them, talking excitedly and looking expectantly. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.