"What, your thirteenth uncle wants to block the wood veins of Lingzhi Garden?"
Yang Junqi had a look of disbelief on her face and said, "She has been married to your thirteenth uncle for many years. How is this possible?"
Yang Qinyu sighed and said, "My nephew wouldn't think it was possible if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. In fact, my nephew was hiding and watching, always hoping that my aunt would find her way back. However, although my aunt felt guilty, she closed the town. Mu Mai's actions have always been methodical, and when he saw that she was about to seal it successfully, my nephew took action in desperation. "
Seeing the change in Yang Junqi's expression, Yang Junqi sighed in her heart, but said: "If my aunt doesn't believe it, you can ask Yang Guo. He was already imprisoned by my aunt at that time. You can also ask your aunt in person. I don't think my aunt will come here at this time." She will deny what she did before.”
Yang Junqi's originally slightly excited mood calmed down, she looked at Yang Junqi deeply and said coldly: "No need, aunt, I am just an ignorant puppet to cooperate with you in a play. Everything on Xishan Mountain is in fact Everything has been planned by your mother and son, what else do I don’t believe, aunt?”
Yang Qinyu looked gloomy and said with a hint of guilt, "Auntie, please don't blame me. My nephew is not thoughtful. He shouldn't hide his cultivation, and he shouldn't let aunt know nothing about it."
Yang Junqi glanced at her nephew with a complicated expression and said, "Auntie understands that this matter was probably not your intention from beginning to end. It should have been your mother's instruction, right?"
Yang Qinyu was stunned and said quickly: "No, it's not..."
"It's not her, that's fine!"
Yang Junqi ignored Yang Qinyu's embarrassment, but said to herself: "If all this is your mother's intention, then it means that you are not ready to take charge of the entire Yang family, but now, my aunt is very Glad.”
Yang Qinyu opened her mouth in a daze, not knowing what to say, but her face turned red.
Yang Junqi pretended not to see his expression and asked, "Does this matter have anything to do with your thirteenth uncle?"
Yang Qinyu was stunned and said: "My nephew didn't find any sign that Uncle Thirteen was conspiring with Uncle Thirteen. I guess it was just Uncle Thirteen's intention."
"That's good," Yang Junqi nodded and said, "Then what do you plan to do with Sang Chen'er?"
Yang Qinyu thought for a while and said: "The Thirteenth Uncle has been imprisoned by his nephew, but the nephew doesn't know how to proceed. It is better to wait for the Thirteenth Uncle to come back and let the Thirteenth Uncle figure out a solution."
Yang Junqi pondered for a moment, and seemed to agree with Yang Qinyu's statement, so she said: "There is another question, how did Sang Wuji realize that your aunt and Sang Chen'er failed to block the wooden veins, and escaped in time? "
Yang Qinyu replied: "Sang Wuji didn't know that the thirteenth uncle had been discovered. He noticed something was wrong because he noticed the aura accidentally exposed by Huang Ting Daozu when he was unblocking the blocked wooden veins. He was actually scared."
"Huang Ting Daozu? Who? Is your father back?" Yang Junqi asked anxiously.
Yang Qinyu shook her head and said, "It's not my father."
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Yang Junqi knew that there must be some reason for this, so she didn't ask any more questions, but looked into his eyes and said: "Qinyu, tell me the truth, is your father alive or dead? "
Yang Qinyu scratched his head and smiled but did not answer directly.
Yang Junqi also smiled when he saw this, and said: "I understand, what happens next on Xishan Mountain
It's yours. I guess this is what your mother meant. "
Yang Qinyu was about to refuse, but was interrupted by Yang Junqi: "If it is true that Sang Wuji and Qiyang Taoist family have secretly joined forces to conspire against my Yang family, then after escaping from Xishan this time, they will not Let's give it up, now it seems that Taoist Qiyang and Liuhuogu should be the pawns of Lingyi Sect. In this case, my aunt needs to go to Jiayu County in person to take charge, and Xishan will be left to you. "
Seeing Yang Junqi's solemn words, Yang Qinyu could not refute for a while, so she had to agree.
Yang Junqi nodded and said: "You locked up Sang Chen'er in the Spiritual Plant Garden? I want to go and take a look. We have a good relationship with each other for so many years, but I want to ask her why she did this."
After saying that, Yang Junqi turned around and left without looking back, but her back looked a little more inexplicably desolate from a distance.
However, it was said that after Qiyang Taoist separated from Sang Wuji, he flew back towards Linjun in worry. However, just when he was about to enter Linjun, he saw a purple cloud coming from the west and crossing in front of him in the blink of an eye. Blocking his way.
Taoist Qiyang's expression condensed, and he stretched out his hand, and the seven-story fire-gathering tower, his natal magic weapon, was already hanging in the sky above his head.
"Who is this fellow Taoist blocking the way? I am polite to Liuhuo Valley Qiyang!"
As Qiyang Taoist spoke, the sound waves rolled towards Ziyun in front of him with rolling heat waves. While testing the other party's methods, he also wanted to show his own strength.
And after the sound waves containing the power of fire rushed into the purple clouds, they indeed caused the purple clouds in the sky to roll up like boiling water. Taoist Qiyang's face turned pale when he saw this.
However, after a while, not only did the purple clouds not decrease at all, but the rolling clouds gradually calmed down like boiling water leaving the stove.
Taoist Qiyang's expression looked extremely solemn at this moment. In this moment, the purple clouds that originally crossed in front of him had taken the opportunity to detour from both sides and surrounded him in mid-air.
Taoist Qiyang opened his mouth when he saw this, and a flame the size of a fist flew out from it, turning into a stream of light and drilling into the fire gathering tower above his head, and then the natal magic weapon was lit up layer by layer.
But he stretched out his hand, and seven waves of fire flew out from the fire gathering tower, burning towards the purple clouds spreading around.
"Chila—chila—"
The sound of large tracts consuming each other and annihilating each other came from the surroundings, but Taoist Qiyang did not see the purple clouds reduce much. On the contrary, in his perception, the seven waves of fire were being consumed violently.
Taoist Qiyang's expression changed, he formed a magic formula with both hands, and shouted: "Condensation!"