Qu Qianqian cried out a few times, and said pitifully, "Dad, I was wrong, I was just curious about what you wanted to do when you sneaked out at night. I didn't expect you to be almost killed."
Qu Lang let go of his hand and snorted coldly: "If you are really killed by that person, I will find someone to give birth to a daughter again, don't expect me to avenge you, your father is not enough to poke a finger."
Qu Qianqian smiled, knowing that her father was stubborn, but she could feel that her father's hands were shaking when he pulled her ears just now.
She approached mysteriously and asked curiously, "Dad, who the hell is that person? Why are you so afraid of her? You dare to point your nose at the hypocrites of Zhengdao."
Qu Lang patted his daughter's head, sighed and said, "Since you want to know, Dad will tell you, to save you from breaking that person's taboo."
He said in a deep voice: "Your father dared to point at the noses of the Zhengdao guys, because the cultivation level of the Zhengdao monks in this world is not much higher than your father, let's take the old ancestor of the Lu family for example, everyone is afraid He, everyone is rumored that he is the one with the highest cultivation base today, but he is just an old man with a poor cultivation base who has lived for six hundred years."
"Dad, just brag. His cultivation is not that good. Is your cultivation very high? If your cultivation is as high as someone else's, why don't you see you unified in the two ways." Qu Qianqian gave her father a blank look, Not angry to say.
Qu Lang slapped the unfortunate girl on the head and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet, what are you talking about?"
Qu Qianqian: "..." You continue.
Qu Lang walked back with his daughter, literacy while walking, his tone was inexplicable and mysterious: "The ancestor of the Lu family can only be regarded as the longest living person in the world, and he has never been without God's arrogance before, and his talent is higher than that of the Lu family. Zu is stronger, but which one have you heard of."
"No, not a single one. Where have all these people gone, are they all dead? That old man of the Lu family can live to this day with poor talent. How could those geniuses die?" Qu Lang said mockingly.
Qu Qianqian realized at this moment that she was listening to a shocking secret.
Qu Lang looked at his daughter's nervous appearance, sneered, and sneered casually, "Look at your unpromising coward."
Qu Qianqian said subconsciously, "It's like you're not cowardly in front of that mysterious person."
Qu Lang: Why hurt each other
"—Beyond our world, there is a holy mountain, you can also call it a small fairyland. Anyone who reaches the age of cultivation and reaches the range that the holy mountain can sense will be brought into the holy mountain, and nothing will happen. Come out." Qu Lang changed the subject.
"Then, those powerhouses are all in the holy mountain?" Qu Qianqian asked in surprise.
Qu Lang nodded: "Yes, those strong people are all in the holy mountain."
Immediately, his tone became serious, which made Qu Qianqian nervous: "The holy mountain is also divided into two ways, the righteous way is led by the Haotian Xianzong, and all the righteous monks who are brought into the holy mountain will worship Haotianxian. The sect continues to practice. The magic path is ruled by Wuxinya, and all the magic cultivators with high cultivation are controlled by Wuxinya."
Qu Qianqian suddenly realized: "Could that person just now be a demon cultivator from Wuxinya?"
Qu Lang also gave his daughter a roll of eyes and said, "If that person is an ordinary demon cultivator from Wuxinya, maybe he will give your father a nod and bow. After all, your father is also the confidant of the demon master."
After a pause, he lowered his voice and said, "That person is the master of Wuxin Cliff, the devil who leads the demon cultivation."
Qu Qianqian was completely frightened, she said in disbelief, "The Lord of Wuxin Cliff? How is it possible, that person doesn't seem to be over twenty."
"No more than twenty?" Qu Lang rolled his eyelids and couldn't help but mocked his daughter again: "Blind your puppy eyes, who taught you to look at people's age based on appearance? he."
Qu Qianqian smiled embarrassingly, and couldn't help asking, "Father, how old is that person?"
Qu Lang was choked for a moment. After careful calculation, he said in a dazed way, "I don't know how old she is, your father, but she has been a demon master for a thousand years."
Qu Qianqian: This is really a thousand-year-old monster.
But—"Cultivation is really the best weapon for eternal youth." Qu Qianqian murmured while touching her face.
Qu Lang slapped his daughter on the head, and said angrily, "Stop dreaming, and do the task that the Lord entrusted to you, it will benefit you."
Only then did Qu Qianqian recall what Hanxi had said before, and she hurriedly asked, "Dad, who is that Hanxi?"
My daughter has a lot of problems, but I can't do anything about it. It's a father's fault. This is the sequelae of hiding from my daughter.
In fact, it's not just that he is hiding from Qu Qianqian. In this world, the news of the Holy Mountain is basically blocked. Only families and sects with a high level of cultivation or with long-standing traditions can know a few words.
"Hanxi Venerable is the first person under the Demon Lord. If you have a chance to see her, remember to show me some respect." Qu Lang warned me carefully when he returned to the temporary stronghold on the top of the mountain.
"Okay Dad, I remember it." Qu Qianqian replied.
Qu Lang did not tell his daughter that Dr. Rong was their esteemed lord. If there was no order from the esteemed lord, this would be the secret he brought into the coffin.
Not to mention the father and daughter, Rong Xian quietly returned to the room without disturbing anyone.
She took off her veil and replaced the black dress with a white one, covered with a silver gauze robe.
Those phoenix eyes blinked, and the sternness and deepness in their eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by the clarity of the vast sky and the warmth of the winter sun. All the auras that did not belong to the identity of 'Doctor Rong' completely disappeared.
Picking up the purse from the table, Rong Xian simply tied it around her waist. Looking up at the black dress on the bed, Rong Xian swept her palm, and a flame ignited on the black dress, burning the black dress to ashes without harming anything.
Rong Xian's methods of destroying evidence are not very sophisticated, and at a glance, she knows that she has done a lot.
The faint breeze blows, the darkness will end, and the dawn will come.
Rong Xian swayed and lay on the bed.
She opened her eyes when the first rays of light appeared in the sky.
Not far from the room, the two people nestled in the tree noticed the fluctuation of the breath in the room, and opened their eyes immediately: Rong Xian woke up.
Lu Yuan squatted on the tree as usual, and Ling Jun stopped covering himself since he crossed the bright road with Rong Xian.
He jumped down from the tree, stood at the door and shouted, "Rong Xian, are you awake?"
Rong Xian pretended to clear her throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wake up."
She got up and made up the bed, trimmed her hair, and then opened the door and walked out.
"Morning, did you sleep well last night?" Ling Juncong stepped forward and asked with a smile.
Rong Xian bent her brows and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Well, I slept soundly with your gentleman watching over the night."
From then on, Ling Jun laughed happily. Someone can face up to his contribution, and this contribution has also had an effect. How can he not be happy.
Rong. Thousand-year-old monster. Xian: This seat is the person who lives in the legend ￣▽￣
(End of this chapter)