"Boss, do we really want to go back?"
Nan Lingzi squatted on the ground and looked up at Li Heng. Now they are standing outside the city, only a hundred meters away from the city gate.
The city gate where people come and go, and the city guard standing guard, have noticed them, and glance over from time to time.
Li Heng took a deep breath and said, "I'm exhausted. Go in quickly. I want to sleep."
"Boss, why did you catch them back?"
Nan Lingzi looked strangely at the sudden addition of people, and Rong Fangsheng stood in the middle unloved.
"They knew that we killed the black flame snake," Li Heng said, "being known by others, we must be able to guess that we took the black jade away."
Only then did Nan Lingzi know that he was afraid. After he was stunned by the air wave, there was always a blank in his mind, as if he had forgotten something. Now that he knew it, he had forgotten that there was such a problem.
"go."
Li Hengda swaggered towards the city gate, neither guilty nor afraid, even more calm than when the first day arrived.
Nan Lingzi hurriedly greeted the apprentices to take Rongfang with those people, and followed Li Heng into the city.
The small courtyard is small, it is a three-in courtyard, Li Heng and Mo live in the innermost courtyard, the inner disciples of the Eastern Palace live in the east courtyard, and the outer disciples live in the west and outer courtyards.
After Rong Fang and others arrived, the yard was naturally not enough to live in. Li Heng had already returned to the room, and Nan Lingzi was dumbfounded, regretting being home.
Wushang looked around and whispered, "Sixth brother, do you want these people to live with me?"
"Do you have a place?"
Nan Lingzi's eyes shone slightly.
"Ah, I'm staying at Baima Temple, and the host is the master's borrowed disciple," Wushang replied obediently: "A small courtyard is allocated to me. I am the only one, and the other rooms are empty."
"That's it," Nan Lingzi pondered for a moment, and said: "Also, let Chu Heng and the others follow you back to the White Horse Temple. These people will be arranged in the West Courtyard."
"… it is good."
Black Pine Ridge.
Ouyang Ke was so angry that he shouted loudly: "Trash! A bunch of trash! No one can find it, should the deity take the shot himself?!"
"My Lord City Lord calm down," Qing Shan, the city owner's aide, saluted calmly: "The mine was destroyed, and all the internal parts collapsed at regular intervals. Their cultivation bases are just golden immortals, and their consciousness is too weak.
"Qingshan, you have to know," Ouyang Ke's eyes gleamed with cold light, and said: "The sotite is not the unique property of East County. If such a big thing has happened, if you can't find anyone, you can't help it. The other heads explain."
Qing Shan answered calmly: "Don't worry, adults, understand your humble duty."
Ouyang Ke's anger receded, and he seemed to have confidence in Qing Shan. Qing Shan walked aside calmly, squatted down, rubbed a handful of soil, rubbed it, and smelled it.
He checked all the places near the entrance of the mine, and found a half-person-high gap under everyone's gaze, allowing him to enter the mine.
Ouyang Ke's patience with Qingshan is far from comparable to others. After a long time, Qingshan dragged something out of the gap.
"My lord, this is Liangshan next to the lady," Qing Shan said calmly, "I'm still alive, I don't think I will live tomorrow when I wake up."
"Save." Ouyang Ke's voice did not fluctuate.
Liang Shan was in a trance, and he could hear human voices intermittently. He didn't know if he was alive or dead, but he felt that the voice was far away. After a long time, it seemed that someone had stuffed his mouth with something, and a warm current flowed down his throat. Slid into the abdomen.
The exhausted divine power was stimulated by the medicinal properties, gathered quickly and wandered around his body, Liang Shan slowly opened his eyes.
"Liang Shan, see who I am," Qing Shan looked down at him, "Now answer my question, who hurt you?"
"..."
"Who hurt you?"
"… Uh… "
"I understand," Qing Shan heard Liang Shan's vague voice, and squeezed his shoulder, "You are worried about Miss. As long as you make it clear, who hurt you, Miss's enmity can naturally be avenged."
"... people..."
"Ren?" Qingshan's pupils shook, his voice suddenly lowered, "You said it was from the Ren family?"
"...Man...man..."
"The Ren family and the Lan family," Qing Shan repeated with a sigh, "It turned out to be them? They are guards and steals!"
Ouyang Ke's eyes opened and closed, and there were flashes of electric light, "It is really them. The deity is just a sincere reminder. I didn't expect that they would directly destroy the mine regardless of their past affection."
"My lord, Liang Shan can hold on for up to five hours," Qing Shan said: "We must hurry up. You are too empathetic, they are not worth it."
"Fine," Ouyang Kechang sighed: "Since they are not benevolent, don't blame the deity, Qingshan, you take him to Ren's house and Lan's house, mine and Ling'er, they must give Dongjuncheng an explanation. ."
"Yes, my lord."
Qing Shan waved his hand directly, Liang Shan's body slowly rose into the air, floating behind him.
Falling Xia Holy Land.
"Holy Lord, this is the report of the Intercontinental Grand Competition," the little boy ran in panting, holding the heavy report in his hand, his face blushed with excitement, "Senior Brother Shengzi has passed the first round of trials."
"Really?"
The holy lord took the report in surprise and turned to the last page. He didn't find the location of Luoxia Holy Land, and was slightly stunned.
The boy leaned over, flipped through the newspaper, and went straight to the first page of the first page, shouting: "Holy Lord, look, we are here!"
The Lord looked at the badge of the Falling Clouds Holy Land in a daze, with mixed feelings in her heart. She should have been happy, but she was very sad in her heart.
Li Heng actually passed the first round of trials so quickly, and he didn't know if he had encountered An Yuhe, Luoxia Holy Land has gained a lot of fame recently, and many people have come here to learn.
The Holy Lord has a very fulfilling life every day. There are now more than 300 disciples in the Holy Land. Compared with the past, the number has doubled, and there is no need to worry about the resources of disciples.
"Senior Brother Shengzi is so powerful," the little boy looked at the Zong Bao longingly, "I don't know if the disciple has the opportunity to be as strong as Senior Brother Shengzi."
The Lord patted his head affectionately, and smiled lightly: "As long as you work hard, one day, you can catch up with the Son."
"Thank you Holy Lord." The little boy left contentedly. The Holy Lord let go of his fatigue and muttered to himself softly, "Li Heng, I am waiting for you. The Holy Land of Luoxia has grown and grown. You are more suitable than me."
Li Heng sneezed in his sleep and woke up directly, dreaming in a trance that he had returned to the Holy Land of Luoxia. The Holy Lord held his hand tightly, with relief and excitement in his eyes.
Dongjun City has suddenly become lively recently. I don't know where many practitioners have come from. They go around in the city every day, probably looking for something.
Li Heng looked downstairs condescendingly. The three cultivators had just left here, their clothes embroidered with familiar marks.
"Boss, these people are all veterans," Nan Lingzi squinted and said, "I knew at a glance that they might have come for Rong Fang."