Another reason why Linda and others did not reject Ling Qiong was that he had a familiar aura about him.
It was the aura that made them surrender involuntarily and swear allegiance to the death.
In the past, only the Patriarch had this kind of aura that made them excited, but now there is another spirit vault.
After getting along for so long, they became more and more tolerant towards Ling Qiong.
The other party occasionally gave them the illusion that he was the head of the family.
…
the next day.
When Gu Jin woke up, she didn't worry about what happened last night anymore, she regained her previous calm, and she looked no different from usual.
Linda and the others had sharp eyes and noticed that her face was cooler than usual.
Gu Jin walked out of the room, glanced at the main house where the door of the village chief's house was closed, a strange color flashed in his eyes,
With a calm face, she glanced around the yard, but did not find Ling Qiong's figure, and asked Linda, "Where is he?"
Linda knew who she was asking, and replied respectfully: "Mr. Ling went to the foot of the mountain in Qingfeng Town and said that you can visit him after breakfast."
Gu Jin snorted softly, and went to dinner with Linda without making a sound.
After breakfast and dinner, she still set off to find Ling Qiong.
The other party is the only hope to find An Mingji's soul, even if the events of last night linger in her mind, she can't hide from Ling Qiong.
An Mingji only had three souls floating outside, and she wanted to find them all in the shortest possible time.
If Xiaoan doesn't wake up for a day, she can't feel at ease for a day.
Gu Jin went out, Linda and others followed immediately.
Not all of them followed, leaving a few supernatural beings to guard.
After Gu Jin and the others left, there was movement in the main house where the door had been closed.
The door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man with a solemn and stern face came out with deep lines appearing in the corners of his eyes.
He is the village head of Qingfeng Town, Wu Zihua.
The supernatural beings of Darwin's family standing in the yard saw the village chief come out, they did not look sideways, their attitude was neither flattering nor bad, their choice was to ignore.
When they came, they gave the Wu family a large sum of money, and the two parties who lived here agreed not to disturb each other.
Wu Zihua swept towards the people in the courtyard. He stood at the door and shouted in the direction of the east wing: "Ganer, come here, I have something to do with you for my father."
"Father, here we come!"
The man's simple and honest response came from the East Wing immediately.
The door of the East Wing opened, and a young man who looked almost the same as Wu Zihua but younger appeared.
He walked towards the main house with a smile on his face, keeping his eyes on him all the way, with a simple and honest character all over his body.
Wu Qian is the son of Wu Zihua. The father and son are very prestigious in Qingfeng Town, and they are very convinced by the villagers.
The young man stepped into the main house and closed the door.
With a wave of his hand, he set up a barrier.
The enchantment is weak, and just looking at the gloomy aura of the enchantment, one knows that the time limit for persistence is not long.
Wu Qian closed the door, his simple and honest face quickly became solemn, and his whole body released obvious evil spirits and killing intent.
"Father, they are going up the mountain!"
The dissatisfaction and anger in the words are not shy about showing.
Wu Zihua sat on the stool, reached out to pick up the teapot on the table, and poured two cups of hot tea.
He beckoned to his son: "Come here, sit down."
Wu Qian's tense body relaxed, walked to Wu Zihua and sat down.
He picked up the teacup, put it in his hand but didn't drink it.
This tea is not ordinary water, it is a potion that can rapidly increase one's cultivation and burst out huge spiritual power.
Wu Zihua narrowed his eyes, the light in them was sharp and shrewd: "Ganer, what do you think of Mr. Ling?"
When Wu Qian recalled Ling Qiong, the red mole on his forehead was particularly conspicuous, his face was evil and evil, and his long hair was more... simple than those of them who lived in the mountains and villages in seclusion
In short, it is not as hot-eyed as young people in this era who pursue fashion.
That face was picturesque and seemingly harmless, as beautiful as a woman, but the potential danger could not be underestimated.
"Father thinks this person is weird?" Wu Gan asked with a frown.
Wu Zihua shook his head, a little thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
He said slowly: "The first time I saw him, although my father felt the danger on him, he was more of a surrender. He faintly released the same breath as our Qingyun sect."
When Wu Gan heard this, the teacup in his hands shook excitedly, and a lot of hot water inside spilled out.
His eyes were bright, and his face was excited: "Father, is it that person? Has the person we've been waiting for for so many years arrived?"
Wu Zihua shook his head lightly: "I don't know even if I'm a father."
I don't know what came to mind, the light of contemplation in his eyes receded, and he was tainted with a bit of murderous intent: "If he is the one who waits, the whole sect will submit to him, if he is not, if he wants to go to the mountains, he must surrender to him." Let them go and never return!"
Wu Qian also knows that to determine a person's identity, one or two meetings cannot be relied upon.
His father called him over, he must have something to order.
He drank the tea in his hand, put the empty teacup on the table, stood up, and felt the heat source from all four meridians and eight meridians.
"Father, just give orders."
Wu Zihua raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a deep voice: "I have already summoned people from the sect to wait at the foot of the mountain, you take them to watch those people, and if they have something wrong, don't act rashly, send someone to send me a message. "
"Son, let's go."
"Go, don't act rashly, that woman surnamed Gu and Mr. Ling are both very skilled, even a father can't see through their cultivation."
"Yes, son, remember."
Wu Gan left the main house and left the house under the eyes of Darwin's supernatural beings.
…
Ling Qiong stood at the foot of Yunshan Mountain, and sent out his consciousness to detect all creatures on the mountain.
The consciousness was released, but it was not withdrawn for two hours.
Yunshan doesn't seem to be big visually, but its area is very large, and he can't control it all.
Ling Qiong withdrew his consciousness, opened his closed peach blossom eyes, and a strange color flashed in them.
He raised his eyes and stared at Yunshan in front of him complicatedly.
This is really his Qingyun sect
Why is there no perception at all? After searching on the mountain for so long, I haven't found any familiar connection.
The Qingyun Sect is far bigger than the Yunshan Mountain in front of us.
Whether he searched with the naked eye or with the divine sense, he couldn't find any traces of Qingyunzong.
An Mingji would not lie to him, there must be something hidden in this.
Ling Qiong put his hands behind his back, recalling all the arrangements made thousands of years ago, but he has no memory of Qing Yunzong.
After losing his girl that year, he killed countless people in the Demonic Dao. Even if he arranged all the plans, it was impossible for him to leave Qingyunzong behind.
The master of Qingyun Sect was passed on to Junior Brother Wu, and he managed the sect together with the junior brother in charge, becoming the number one sect in the spiritual cultivation world.
Junior Brother Wu's cultivation was no match for him, and the reason why Qingyun Sect became the number one sect and had a lot of resources was because he, Venerable Xuanling, was the most powerful person in the spiritual cultivation world.
If he is gone, the younger brother will definitely not be able to protect Qing Yunzong, there is no doubt about it.
No matter how lost his soul was back then, it was impossible for him to let Qing Yunzong go.
The hundreds of years of friendship with the sect is extraordinary, and it is impossible to watch it decline.