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 the Heavenly Dao Sect, the Blood Evil Sect, and the Earth Spirit Sect, all the other sects plan to leave in a low-key manner, hide their whereabouts, and return secretly.
Because Cao Wujiang in the prison yelled wantonly that the Mang Mansion's troops were near Wuling City, and Ba Zong wanted to give them a good look.
Whether it's true or not, be careful.
"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 at that time, I'll treat you to some wild game." When Qin Ming said a word, He Xiangtian, Ding Dian and others in the nearby yard were all speechless. It was as if Qing Yunzong wanted to kill you.
"Qin Ming, speak well." An elder happened to come over and reprimanded him with a straight face.
Yao'er looked at Qin Ming with a smile, and winked: "You are dead, I will die for love."
Qin Ming gave a thumbs up, you are ruthless.
Yao'er lay on the green fence and looked at Qin Ming with a smile: "Have you considered it clearly?"
"what?"
"Follow me to the Blood Evil Sect. Grandpa accepts your personal disciple, and I will accept you as my little lover, and I will accompany you six little girls." Yao'er glanced at Qin Ming, Yan looked at Meixing, with all kinds of charms, if it was an ordinary person , may have been swayed by the charming heart.
All the disciples of the Qingyun Sect in the courtyards were shocked, the sect master passed on the disciples himself? Yaoer lover? The Blood Evil Sect offered Qin Ming such an astonishing condition!
Wait, lover? Yao'er fell in love with Qin Ming
Everyone's eyes became weird, thinking about Yao'er's murderous nature in the five-strong martial arts competition, these two lunatics are really a fucking match!
Ling Xue was in her own room, she was also slightly surprised when she heard the words, she couldn't help but look out.
"I'm not interested in direct disciples."
"What about me?" Yao'er turned her side slightly, showing Qin Ming her perfect and sexy body, which could be seen through the gap in the fence. The enchanting figure is completely generated according to the golden ratio, the place that should be warped is in place, and the place that should be tuned is sultry, which makes people's imagination run wild.
Especially the small waist that can be easily grasped, delicate and soft, it will make many women feel inferior and make many men fascinated.
Qin Ming didn't even look at it: "You are still young, grow up for two more years, and see the situation."
He Xiangtian and the others couldn't stand listening anymore, they went back to the room one by one, and closed the door with a bang. These two dogs and men are openly flirting and indecent. Ling Xue couldn't listen anymore, she closed the windows and doors, out of sight and out of mind.
"The requirements are quite high." Yao'er giggled.
"When will your Blood Evil Sect set off?" Qin Ming was packing his luggage, and the Qing Yun Sect would set off late at night tonight. If there really was an ambush team in the Python Palace, the Qingyun Sect team would be the most likely to be attacked, so the Suzerain decided to leave as early as possible to hide his whereabouts. It's not that he's afraid. With the strength of the suzerain, even if King Bog comes, he can handle it. He's worried that the disciples of Qin Ming will be killed in a few seconds in the event of a duel at the Saint Martial Realm.
Play it safe and play it low-key.
"tomorrow morning."
"Aren't you afraid that the Python Palace will stare at you?"
"They have to have the guts." Yao'er is not afraid of the Python King's Mansion, nor is the Suzerain Qiu Lin.
"By the way, how will the Eight Sects deal with Cao Wujiang?"
"He will be detained in the Wuling City Mansion. After all the eight sects leave, he will be escorted by the Qi family and returned to the Mansion of King Mang. What enmity do you have with him? I can do him for you."
"No need, I can handle it." Qin Ming looked back at Huyan Zhuozhuo, Huyan Zhuozhuo nodded, everyone has been arranged.
"Really no need? There is no charge, as a gift from me."
"Don't think too much, I have no quarrel with the world, my heart is for kindness, and I never make enemies."
"Me too, never kill."
Huyan Zhuozhuo repeatedly rolled his eyes, thanks to the two of you being able to speak.
Yao'er gave Qin Ming a playful look: "I hope we meet soon, I will miss you."
... ...
In the middle of the 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 road. They traveled day and night and entered the vast Yunluo Forest in only eight days.
It wasn't until this time that Qing Yunzong's suzerain was relieved a little and slowed down.
This road is very careful, but also very dull.
The five elders and the middle-aged disciples stood guard all the way, while Qin Ming and other disciples were silent all the way, and few of them spoke.
Mu Cheng, Li Nian, He Xiangtian, etc. all lost the aloofness they had before.
They were going back to Qingyun Sect soon, and they didn't know how to face those disciples who worshiped them, and how to face those elders who looked forward to them.
"Pay attention to the front left." A middle-aged disciple suddenly reminded.
On the short hill a thousand meters ahead of them on the left, stood a thin figure. It was far away, but they could still see clearly with their eyesight, it was a man in ragged clothes and messy long hair, shaking gently with the mountain wind, as if he could be blown down casually.
"I saw him three times! Once when we first entered the forest, once last night, and now again, 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 approach him again, take him down!"
Now that he has entered the scope of 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, not paying much attention. But he didn't go far, and suddenly thought of something, and stared at the short mountain in the distance.
On the top of the mountain, the young man in ragged clothes slowly raised his head, and ripples appeared in his red eyes. Through his long messy hair, he looked at Qin Ming who was walking several miles away. His face was pale, as if there was no blood, and no human emotion could be seen on his thin face, it was cold... very stiff...
Qin Ming clearly felt that the man was looking at him.
"I've also paid attention to it twice, what does he want to do?" Ding Dian muttered, and took a few extra glances.
"There are many strange people in Yunluo Forest, just ignore them." Han Qianye said lightly.
Qin Ming suddenly remembered something, and it looked familiar. Could it be that he saved the boy in the forest
It has been more than half a year since what happened that day, and I have almost forgotten it.
Qin Ming waved his hand to the distance.
"What are you doing, you know?" Huyan Zhuozhuo was also looking there.
"I don't know, I'm curious."
"Don't cause trouble, keep a low profile." Huyan Zhuozhuo pulled him, and he was about to return to the sect, so don't cause any trouble.
"Your father's side..." Qin Ming whispered softly.
"I'll know the answer when I get back to Zongli."
When Qin Ming looked up again, the man on the top of the mountain in the distance had disappeared.
Qing Yunzong!
The disciples gathered outside the mountain gate, and many elders were also waiting here.
"Why haven't you come back yet?"
"The suzerain should have returned the day before yesterday."
"Did something happen on the way?"
"It may also be that something happened at the tea party and it was delayed."
The elders were secretly anxious, worried about accidents on the road. The suzerain is a very strict person, and he will come back on time for every tea party, and it is rare for two days to be delayed like this.
The disciples were not in a hurry. In their minds, the suzerain was a figure standing at the pinnacle of the Northern Territory. With five elders and many middle-aged disciples guarding him, no accidents would happen. They were even more curious about the situation of the tea party, whether this year's Qing Yunzong had a good performance, and what kind of results they had achieved.
Many people have already started betting. Has Mu Cheng made it into the top five? How many rounds did Zhang Lan and Jin Ling's disciples survive? How are Tieshanhe and the others doing? Wait!
Others began to wonder what kind of evaluation Bazong would give Mu Cheng's title.
Except for Qin Ming, the other nine disciples are all geniuses who they respect in their hearts, and I believe they will not be disappointed.
"Here we come! The suzerain is back!" A disciple rushing up the small road ahead shouted from afar.
"Here we come!" All the elders finally showed smiles on their faces, and quickly walked down the stone steps.
Thousands of disciples swarmed out and followed the elders to meet them, discussing excitedly and looking around expectantly.