Including the previous world, Qiao Xiyin thought, it seemed that she had not been to this place for a long time.
The Lingquan space was transformed by her magic power, so the scenery inside also followed her wishes: small bridges and flowing water, Lingquan rockery, misty trees and empty sky, like a landscape painting in the gentle rain of apricot blossoms in April in the south of the Yangtze River.
Now that she came back from the Demon King's Temple, Qiao Xiyin remembered that this scene was somewhat similar to the Qiao Mansion in her memory.
The Qiao family has been a master of cultivating immortals for hundreds of years. It is one of the best in the area in terms of manpower, material resources and financial resources. The entire mountain is the territory of the Qiao family. Such a view of the pavilion was once a dream that little Qiao Xiyin longed for in her heart but could never reach.
She stood here, looking at the scenery that was out of reach when she was a child, but she suddenly felt a little confused in her heart.
Where had her fox gone
What about the little fox that used to play around her when she came back
"Chaochao? Chaochao?"
She shouted several times in a row, and her voice spread to every corner of the Lingquan space. But no matter how hard she searched, there was no trace of the fox.
The strong white light blurred her vision and the appearance of the Lingquan space. Qiao Xiyin reached out to cover her eyes, but she could only see a vast expanse of white between her fingers.
"Chaochao—"
When her hands came down, she returned to the tomb.
There was nothing in the two opened coffins. The huge main tomb was filled with the light of jewelry, and her voice continued to echo in the room.
From behind the coffin, a fox came out.
Its fur is as white as snow, its steps are graceful and calm, and its nine tails spread out behind it like a fan.
It walked towards her unhurriedly, her reflection in its black onyx eyes, reflecting pure brilliance.
Before Qiao Xiyin could say anything, she was knocked down by the fox.
The furry tail was cushioned under her body, and the tail was wrapped around her waist and wrists. The fox pressed her down and gently licked her exposed collarbone, causing her breathing to become erratic for a moment. In a flash of white light, the fox turned into a tall young man and held her in his arms.
"Qiaoqiao," he bit her earlobe, his voice as gentle as water, "I'm back."
Qiao Xiyin hugged him and just lowered her head without saying a word, but her eyes were red.
She has a crying temperament, and her tears usually seem to be free of charge, but they are all fake cries to deceive people's sympathy. Real crying like this is very rare.
"Why are you crying?" He Yunchao kissed the tears away from the corner of her eyes helplessly, "You should laugh at this time and save the tears until night."
Qiao Xiyin always found his words intriguing, but she didn't want to go into details and showed her face as he wished.
The sound of chaotic footsteps broke into my ears.
Those people were breathing heavily, but when they came in, they didn't even dare to hold up the wall and stood aside, "Is it safe here?"
They are four people from the Unsen Sect.
However, all of them were decorated and their eyes were extremely wary, thinking that their experience when they came here was not a good one.
The three scholars were inquiring about the surrounding situation, but Ren Luo saw Qiao Xiyin and He Yunchao first, and said in a voiceless voice: "Senior brother!"
The two had just attracted the attention of the three.
He Yunchao's eyes turned calm again, he glanced at them, and nodded lightly, "You guys came here together?"
His words seemed to put a reassurance in the hearts of several people, calming their impetuous hearts a lot.
It seems that after meeting the senior brother, you don't need to worry too much about what you have experienced before.
"No," the scholar explained, "we were all separated and met in various tomb passages. This devil is really rich, all the walls are made of gold! I'm afraid even the coffin... Huh? What about the coffin? Is it open?"
He was extremely surprised. Several people followed his gaze and saw the two coffins beside He Yunchao and the two of them.
Inside the coffin, there was nothing.
"In the Demon King's Tomb...are there no corpses of the Demon King and the Demon King?"
"Yes," He Yunchao played with Qiao Xiyin's smooth and slender fingers casually, and his eyes on Ren Luo were slightly cold, "Why?"
Suddenly meeting his eyes, Ren Luo was flattered and blushed deeply, but she did not clearly see the coldness behind that look.
"Senior, senior brother..." She stuttered for a moment, "Senior brother, is there any problem with this?"
The senior brother seems to have become a lot more kind, not as cold as before. But she had a vague feeling that something was still wrong...
"Do you think the bodies of the Demon King and Demon King dissipated after death, or did they not die at all?"
The young man smiled slightly and spoke neither urgently nor slowly, but his eyes had a profound meaning. Such a tone made the three people shiver behind their backs.
After not seeing each other for a few hours, senior brother... seems to have changed a bit.
"There seems to be nothing interesting here," He Yunchao led Qiao Xiyin forward, "I'll go back and send Qiao Qiao home, you can do whatever you want."
...it seemed to be a little colder for them.
It seemed that in his eyes, there was only the little girl clinging to him like a fledgling.
fledgling.
Speaking of which, where is the sparrow that He Yunchao picked up before
"No, no, no, no!" the scholar hurriedly stopped him, "Let's follow in the footsteps of Senior Brother - Senior Brother, wait a minute and walk slower!"
Just kidding, it’s already so miserable when you come to the tomb from the outside. How about going out the same way
Ren Luo fell at the end of the team and shouted several times to the front. When she received no response, she gritted her teeth and chased after her again.
She must tell her father about them when she goes back!
It was sunrise when we came out of the Demon King's Tomb.
After asking, it was discovered that several days had passed since they entered the tomb.
The woman in black was slightly disappointed: "There are so many treasures in the Demon King's Tomb, but it seems that none of them have been taken out."
The scholar glanced at her and said noncommittally: "You have been miserable enough and you still want to take the treasure?"
Although the devil is not here, her tomb is still so terrifying. Maybe the treasure is connected to the mechanism!
She stuck out her tongue and said, "It's just a joke."
Ren Luo was also very reluctant to part with her.
She was protected by the team, and she didn't take much action, so she clearly saw the elixirs that were hard to find, talismans that she had never seen before, and countless fairy magic weapons...
As the Lord of the Demon Realm, why does the Demon King collect so many things from the Immortal Family? What a waste of resources!
But she heard that the three lower realms only obey the devil's orders. She couldn't understand how a woman could reach that position. I heard she was only sixteen years old when she became the Demon King!
She couldn't help but see the little girl who was held in He Yunchao's arms and riding a cloud horse.
He Yunchao really hugged her, with one hand around her waist and the other holding the reins. The little girl also stayed in his arms obediently.
From a distance, they look like a couple of gods and immortals. It was this harmonious scene that made her jealous.
This little girl's name is Qiao Qiao. She looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she appeared out of nowhere...
Why did He Yunchao treat her so differently
She was filled with jealousy and wanted to drag Qiao Xiyin off the cloud horse. But at a glance, all he could see was He Yunchao's straight back and the tail of the little girl's hair. She was well protected.
At sunset, Yunma arrived at Unxian Sect.
After saying hello to them, He Yunchao took Qiao Xiyin back to his residence first, and Ren Luo couldn't even catch up.
After entering the room, Qiao Xiyin sat on the bed, swinging her legs slowly, "It's so affectionate."
He Yunchao curled his lips slightly, but the curve was cold, and he could not hide his disgust: "Her hands are no cleaner than Ren Tianzun."
Ren Tianzun loves his daughter, but her daughter has no ambition, no knowledge, no talent, no love for practice, and is not even qualified to join the Unzen Sect. Ren Tianzun used the cauldron to catalyze and forcibly injected cultivation into her.
What is the cauldron in the world of immortality
People, living people, people with abnormal talents, especially when their minds are not full, have the purest and purest spiritual power.
He didn't know whether Ren Luo knew the truth behind her glory and wealth. But Ren Tianzun is a person who will do anything to achieve his goals. With his status as the only immortal in the human world, he can do whatever he wants without restraint.
In other words, these disciples who were kept in the dark regarded him as their beloved teacher. When he came, he searched Ren Tianzun's memory. He could even do such unscrupulous things as seize the cultivation of his disciples.
The two of them had been chatting in the room for a while when someone knocked on the door.
He Yunchao walked towards the door, "What's the matter?"
"Senior brother, my father is looking for you," it was Ren Luo's voice, "He said that senior brother must go alone."
"I know." He responded calmly.
Ren Tianzun asked him to go to the Tomb of the Demon King. He was actually mentally prepared. If he really got the magic weapon, Ren Tianzun would not let him go.
What was supposed to come, came anyway.
"Do you have to go alone?" Qiao Xiyin raised her head, recalling Ren Luo's previous words, and blinked, "Brother He, let's have a private appointment."
He Yunchao twirled a tuft of her long hair and looked at her with a half-smile: "Don't you have feathers?"
Qiao Xiyin: "..."
In the end, she turned into Gubo and was carried out the door in her sleeves.
This seemed to be her new skill after surviving two thunder tribulations. She and Quanbo's body were connected.
The sleeves were big and black, and Qiao Xiyin shrank into a small ball, intending to complain to him, but she could only make a "chirp, chirp, chirp," sound, which sounded extremely feeble.
"Be good," He Yunchao rubbed her, "It'll be fine in a while. I'll let you peck his eyes later."
He felt that after turning into a bird, Qiao Xiyin liked to peck people, at least to him.
Then there was a pain in my hand.
He Yunchao withdrew his hand and sighed helplessly, right? Sister Xiao Qiao likes to peck people.
When entering the main hall, He Yunchao met the three people who went to the tomb together.
The three of them all looked bad. When they saw He Yunchao, they didn't lift their spirits. They said hello blearily: "Hello, Senior Brother."
He Yunchao was slightly stunned: "Master just came to see you?"
When they mentioned Master, their expressions turned even worse, and you could even see the suppressed anger. Seeing He Yunchao about to walk in, the scholar took a step forward, patted his shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Elder brother, can you be believed?"