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Chapter 44 Basically, it can be determined that the Shang Qing Sect is a fake Cultivation Sect Part 4

Unlike the sword peak, the fairy maiden peak was a paradise filled with beautiful birds, clear creeks, and fragrant flowers.

Even the underwear that was hung outside and fluttering in the wind was in various colors.

Xing Yun: “……”

If it hadn't been for being teased by a female hooligan recently so that he has almost got a certain immunity to these objects, his face would have turned red like the sunset glow now.

——This was clearly an ancient Xianxia world, but why there was sexy lingerie here! ？

In general, if the sword peak gave Xing Yun the feeling that it was the site of a senior high school facing the college entrance examination, then the impression of this fairy maiden peak was that of a college girl dormitory. Or it was the dormitory of Girl's University. After all, the fairy maiden hadn't had a male disciple so far.

Mhm, it was also a dormitory where a large group of nosy parkers and delinquent girls gathered.

"Aiyo, isn't this our Little Martial Granduncle, why are you interested in coming to our Fairy Maiden Peak? Come, come do you want to have some fun with this elder sister?"

"Go away, you flirtatious woman. You don't even let go of a little girl. Little Martial Granduncle, just ignore her. Oh right, do you want books? Erotica kind."

"It's so boring. What's so interesting about erotica books. Little Martial Granduncle, I have something better..."

"Can you be normal? Huh! Yo! Isn't this the Miss of the Tong family?"

"Aiyo, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't be..."

"Enough!"

This word was not shouted by Xing Yun. His mind was currently still in a muddle.

It was also not shouted by Tong Qiaoer, who was mocked by other people. She was now busy guarding Xing Yun. If she hadn't guard Xing Yun, those women whose sexual orientation had completely bent like the spiral stairway of Blue Water Pavilion would have probably already dragged Xing Yun into some corner and done some unspeakable thing to him. 

In this scolding, most of the female disciples of the fairy maiden peak calmed down, while a few were muttering something.

Xing Yun’s hearing was very good. He could hear all the comments such as "Tsk, it's that bitch again", "Fuck, she is going to have all the goodies again", "What is there to be proud of, sooner or later, some man will push their sticks into your bodies", "Damn it, this manly woman again". 

These evaluations made Xing Yun interested in the person who shouted.

However, when he locked his gaze on that person, he was finally able to determine that this Fairy Maiden Peak also was not a normal place.

The person who came was dressed in a nimble garment. Unlike the others, her Taoist robe was changed to a two-piece dress style. The lower body was made of trousers with wide legs, and the upper body was a small waistcoat.

Inside the waistcoat was a sleeveless vest, and inside the vest, a long strip of cloth was wrapped around her chest.

A sword was casually carried on her shoulders as she walked slowly toward Xing Yun from behind the crowd. Two silk ribbons that were supposed to float behind her at this time were fluttering in the wind.

The left end of the ribbon was embroidered with gold thread with nine graceful characters that faintly revealed endless fighting spirit: In this world, the Shang Qing sect is the fastest!

There were also nine characters full of killing intent on the right: If you refuse to accept it, I will stab your whole family.

Xing Yun: “……”

Seriously, he thought he really had nothing to say besides staying silent. This elder sister was still followed by a few young ladies who were similarly dressed, all of them looked very delinquent... No, all of them looked high-spirited. 

He even felt that the sister who took the lead would say, 'New here? Let's race, and show me what you got...'

"Yo, new here? Let's race and show me what you got first!"

You see she really said that!

No wonder the hooligan Fairy told him that he would be bullied here with his previous cultivation base. Seriously, it was hard for you not to be bullied, if you met this group of gangsters.

In line with the concept of when in Rome do as the Romans do, Xing Yun agreed to this request.

Tong Qiaoer originally wanted to disclose Xing Yun's identity, but was stopped by Xing Yun.

"Don't you see that other people don't want to tell her my identity? If you don't want to be further isolated, then don't do things that other people don't want to."

After warning Tong Qiaoer in a low voice, Xing Yun touched his chest, and a long sword glowing with faint fiery red light appeared in his hand.

"But……"

Tong Qiaoer still wanted to stay something, but Xing Yun ignored her.

"Yo, so you are a Miss from a rich family. We have a rule here, whoever loses, the sword will belong to the other party."

"No problem!"

Xing Yun's quick reply made this group of elder sisters even more convinced that Xing Yun was a girl from a big family. Taking out a precious treasure sword so casually, if she was not from a big family, when what was it?

But that was fine. Today, they would use this opportunity to teach this young girl a lesson and let her know that the Fairy Maiden Peak of the Shang Qing Sect was best at fighting and the place that upheld the law of the jungle the most.

Xing Yun really didn't mind this kind of rule. After all, there were still many flying swords in his ring...

The "toy" he held in his hand at the moment was snatched from the Fourth martial uncle, so he didn't mind it even more.

Then why did he snatch it? You may ask. 

He once had a dream, that was, he wanted to have a lot of long swords and cast out all of them at the same time... Yes, just like what they showed on TV. Xing Yun felt that if he was able to do it, it definitely looked very cool.

Anyway.

Even though he was only at the qi refining stage, Xing Yun was still able to perform a simple flying sword technique. It was just that he couldn't use True Vital Energy to control a real flying sword to move thousands of miles instantaneously.

.

Moreover, this was his first flying with the sword, and he hasn't figured out whether he could fly normally now.

"Bullying you too much will only make me look bad. Since you are only at the qi refining stage, then Er Ya, you race with her."

"Boss, didn't you promise me that you wouldn't call me by my childhood nickname..."

"You are talking too much! And don't you dare lose the race!"

As soon as she heard that, the girl named Er Ya shuddered, and immediately afterwards, her body exuded a surging fighting spirit, and a raging fire was burning in her eyes.

"Flying one lap around the mountain, whoever comes back first wins. Now, get ready."

Coming to the starting position with the sword in his arms, Xing Yun beckoned to Tong Qiaoer.

"Qiaoer, let me ask you something."

"Little Martial Granduncle, you can ask anything. IF you don't want to race with them, I can tell..."

"No, not that. Does the flying sword have any special technique? This is my first time flying, and I don’t even know how to get on it..."

Tong Qiaoer: “……？ ！”

Chapter 45 Basically, it can be determined that the Shang Qing Sect is a fake Cultivation Sect Part 5

Tong Qiaoer may become an excellent master in the future. At least Xing Yun felt that she was able to teach him how to fly with just a few simple "tricks"; this kind of teaching ability was not something that everyone could have.

However, he never thought that it might actually be his talent.

—— After all, who would believe that "infusing true qi into the sword, stepping on it, and then using your mind to control flying" were the tricks to flying!

Anyway, after the leading elder sister gave the command, he and Er Ya rushed out.

The route was not clearly specified, so Xing Yun planned to follow Er Ya to see the situation.

It could also avoid Er Ya using some kind of trick in the beginning.

But after flying with him for a while, a very strange feeling suddenly appeared in Xing Yun's mind: Why is this person flying so slowly?

Obviously, he could feel that Er Ya had tried her best, and in fact, her flying speed was not that slow.

With the whistling sound next to his ears and the strong wind that blew toward his face, he could tell how fast they were going now.

But Xing Yun still felt that she was flying slowly.

After thinking about it, Xing Yun slightly climbed a certain distance and got out of her rear-view observation range without Er Ya not noticing it.

Spreading out the Spiritual Sense, he began to closely examine the circulation of true qi inside Er Ya's body without disturbing Er Ya as much as possible.

Extremely focused, Er Ya didn't notice the Spiritual Sense that examined her body. After confirming that she was really flying at full strength, Xing Yun sighed helplessly.

He finally understood how powerful this One Hundred And Three Thousand Cultivation Method was, and he also understood how difficult the path of cultivation in the future would be.

He who was approaching the peak of the Qi refining stage was controlling all the cyclones to squeeze out true qi to help him fly. Due to the method, his cyclones would repeatedly condense those spiritual energies after absorbing the world's spiritual energies, until the purest essence was left. The true qi he squeezed out at the moment was exactly the purest essence produced by this process. In other words, these true qi may not seem that many, but in fact, a single wisp of this true qi was as powerful as the accumulation of true qi that an ordinary cultivator has accumulated for a long time.

Therefore, using all this condensed true qi for flight, the effect that could be achieved was naturally terrifying.

The specific performance was that as soon as he infused the energy into the sword, the sword instantly shot out, making a huge sound that made his eardrums tremble.

This was an effect created only when the sound barrier was broken.

When he returned to the starting site after a circle around the mountain, it hadn't been long since the starting time. He was not interested in making such a trivial matter so scary, so he steered the flying sword back while he was at high altitude. 

Only when he vaguely saw Er Ya's figure, he pretended to do his best to reach the end before her.

"Not bad, newcomer," after landing, the big sister smiled and slapped Xing Yun on the shoulder. Although the hearty smile clearly told Xing Yun that she didn't have any malicious intention, Xing Yun still felt that her shoulder was about to dislocate after the slap "I said it already. Er Ya, you wait to be locked in the little black house."

"Wah! Boss, you can't..."

"Lock her now!"

"Boss! Boss! No, I want to see Master! I have shed blood for the Fairy Maiden Peak! I have raced for the Fairy Maiden Peak! I want to see the Master!"

Anyway, no matter how she shouted, her master did not respond to her call.

After letting the two people drag on Er Ya away, the big sister of the delinquent group threw Er Ya's long sword to Xing Yun and was prepared to leave the place with her people.

"Little girl of the Tong family, you can take the newcomer for a stroll."

"Even without you telling me, I will still do it. After all, she is my Little Martial Granduncle."

"What!

 ？”

This big sister, who was still striding freely at the time, was staggered by this title.

"Boss, I think she said Little Martial Granduncle..."

"Of course I know what she said! ？ Do I need you to remind me? Lock her in the little black house!"

Another outspoken and loyal subordinate was sent away. The big sister hopped toward Xing Yun. Basically, none of the onlookers were not laughing, and a few of them even rolled on the ground laughing. 

"Martial, Martial Granduncle! ？ What, what is going on!"

"Oh, her name is Xing Yun, she is the Little Martial Granduncle who joined my sect nine years ago, and she wants to stroll around in our Fairy Maiden Peak today."

Hastily pulled Tong Qiaoer, the junior sister aside, the big sister asked with sweat while secretly looking at Xing Yun.

"I just offended Little Martial Granduncle, right? Ah, what do I do... Do you have any ideas to help this elder sister... This Elder Sister owes you a favor..."

With her big eyes rolled like thieves, Tong Qiaoer showed a very troublesome expression.

"One favor..."

"Two...no, ten! You are my big sister, okay? Hurry up! "

"Okay, that's ten. Don't break your words!"

"Oh come on! Have I ever broken my words before! Quick tell me, what should I do!"

After the deal was made, Tong Qiaoer suddenly changed into a smile.

"Little Martial Granduncle~ She said that she was afraid that you would get angry at her, so she will act as your mount and carry you!"

Upon hearing, the two parties involved instantly showed dumbfounded faces. The surrounding disciples all fell silent.

Xing Yun didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the reason why Tong Qiaoer was unwelcome and isolated by other people was that she was too black-hearted.

In order to save some face for the big sister, Xing Yun directly ignored what Tong Qiaoer said and came to the two of them.

Keeping a smile, Xing Yun nodded to the big sister, and then briefly introduced herself.

"My name is Xing Yun, and I am your Martial Granduncle."

"Greetings, little, little Martial Granduncle... I, I mean, is Little Martial Granduncle like our master? The type of person that would be even more scarier when they smile."

In the second half of the sentence, she was asking Tong Qiaoer, but the one who answered her question was the last peak leader of the Fairy Maiden Peak—the Supreme Elder Yun Xia.

"Haiya, why is the leader of this generation so cowardly? It's too bad, too bad. Little girl, if you have time, you need to teach those cowards what the real running-out-of-control tribe is!"

"Martial Master, if you are done, can you go away first? I have tried my best to restrain myself from saving your face."

When Xing Yun said this, he smiled very sweetly, which made the big sister vaguely see the shadow of her master.

"This little girl is getting cockier and cockier..." muttered, the hooligan fairy grabbed Tong Qiaoer from a distance and pulled her near her, "I have something that I need to talk to her. About her family, you don't have to show me... Fuck your tits! Don't look at this old woman like you all have never seen me before. This old woman came here every day to talk shit with you all, did I not? Now get lost!"

Only after scolding the group of girl who was clearly led astray by her, she sighed,

"You, you are Wu Ling, right? You first take my little girl and show her around. Then in the next few days, I need you to teach this little girl how to be a good woman. I will pick her up in seven days. If I am not satisfied, you all know what the consequence is! Okay, I am going now."

When the voice fell, she took Tong Qiaoer and disappeared in front of everyone.

Then they came back within five seconds...

"Oh, I forgot to say that, little girl, you need to learn as much as you can. When I come to pick you up after a few days, there will be a mission for you. Bye." 

No matter what she usually did, the female hooligan's style of doing things has always been so resolute and fast, but when she actually really did things quickly, it meant that something big was definitely about to happen.

But Xing Yun still thought that...

He needed to find a way to get through those seven days first. Just look at those women. All of them were glowing the green lights when they were looking at him!

Chapter 1, I, Xing Yun, ran away from home. (One)

"Wah---!"

In the early morning, an exclamation full of various meanings instantly echoed among the lingering clouds of Fairy Maiden Peak. Assisted by the cultivator's power, it spread to all the caves on Fairy Maiden Peak in an instant.

In just the time to take a few breaths, around the source of the sound, there were a large number of disciples of the Fairy Maiden Peak who were in disheveled dresses, and carrying special fighting tools such as expandable batons, iron chains, and bricks.

All of them looked extremely vicious...

None of them gave off any righteous feeling, and all of them looked like they would beat someone up just because they didn't like them.

——Don't worry about why this world had expandable batons. They even had a running-out-of-control tribe, so having expandable batons were no longer that surprising. 

Have you seen the menacing big sister who only wore a nightdress that was supposed to be dressed by younger people? What she was holding in her hand right now was a magic weapon-level mace, which was personally made by the fourth Supreme Elder. In order to improve the physical lethality, the old man even used nails made of thousand-year cold iron. It could be said that he took very good care of this big sister named Wu Ling.

However, from this group of quasi-fairies' quick reaction, it was not difficult to see that they have encountered similar things many times before.

This has almost become their habitual reaction...

The number of Fairy Maiden Peak disciples who came around was still gradually increasing, and in just a few moments, this quiet pavilion had been surrounded by them.

Many disciples were chattering about topics that only they would be interested in, but whether they were talking or not, they all spread their Spiritual Sense on the exquisitely carved water pavilion.

"What's all this noise in the morning!"

As the chief disciple of Fairy Maiden Peak, Wu Ling became the first person to ask about the situation.

Even though there were girls in the Fairy Maiden Peak who seemed to be dissatisfied with Wu Ling on the surface, it was really just a small disagreement between the fairies.

Probably.

"And quarreling at the door of Martial Granduncle? Do you little girls still want to live in this turf?"

"No, no, it's..."

"It's what. You have been studying under Supreme Elder Yun for so many years, but you learn nothing except stuttering from her."

Arriving at the female disciple's side, Wu Ling thrust the mace weighing fifty kilograms forward like a sword.

In a sound of "bang", if the entire pavilion hadn't been protected by the restraining field, her mace would surely be able to smash a hole in the floor with this one.

"I didn't learn to stutter! Senior Sister, you lost your flying sword again?"

"Haiya, Sword racing has risks. How can anyone not lose their sword? Let me tell you, if we, the sword racers, don’t lose a few swords in our life, we will be embarrassed to say that we are sword racers..."

"...What about the face?"

"What's that thing? Is it edible?"

"It can be said that Senior Sister, you've truly learned the core skill from Master and Supreme Elder Xia - so damn thick-skinned and shameless."

Hearing what her junior sister said, Wu Ling was a little unhappy.

Raising her hand and knocking her forehead: "What did you just say? I am asking you the serious matters, but you dare to digress the question. Minions! Lock her in the little dark room!"

Some people were scared to be locked up in a small dark room, but some people didn't care about it at all. This junior sister was the latter one.

And she was also confident that she would not be locked in because she had something that the senior sister wanted to hear.

"Lock my ass! Little Martial Granduncle is gone! look!"

Although her voice wasn't loud, cultivators' hearing was enough to hear this sentence clearly, so the atmosphere at the time could be said to have exploded in an instant. For the specific situation, please refer to the time of the locust plague, and then replace the locust with ducks with firecrackers tied to their ass.

If it weren't for the stable foundation of the Fairy Maiden Peak, the whole mountain would've collapsed to the ground.

"Don't push! Don't push!"

"Hey, hey, hey, pay attention to the personal space and be careful not to step on other people's underwear..."

"Eep! Who stepped on this old lady's skirt! "

"Stop screaming. I don't even know how many times someone has grabbed my ass."

"Hey, you. Ticket evasion is forbidden. Buy your tickets here!"

"Why is it no noisy here?"

……

Okay, not everyone heard about the specific situation, but the news of the disappearance of the little martial granduncle still quickly spread to everyone’s ears. If it weren’t for the peak leader of the Fairy Maiden Peak to come here in time to control the scene, maybe these quasi-fairies would've really believed their own wild imagination and gone to the Misty Peak or the sword peak to ask for their cute little martial granduncle.

Yes, this group of quasi-fairies thought that the little martial granduncle must have been taken away by the people from those two peaks.

The only difference between the two places was that there were a lot of young handsome male disciples in the misty peak; so the little martial granduncle may have taken the initiative to go to that peak. In terms of the sword peak, there were many sick perverts there, so most likely, the little martial granduncle was kidnapped by them.

Look at the impression that the disciples of the sword peak gave to other people. It was miserable.

The peak leader of the fairy maiden peak was a gentle and beautiful woman. In the celestial melody, she walked in the air in graceful steps, looking very charming.

The graceful figure and delicate face made her look like she was really a fairy from heaven. As she floated down with a colorful cloud under her feet, all of the disciples who stood in her way were kicked away by her.

Arriving behind Wu Ling, who was trying to maintain order, a faint smile appeared on the peak leader’s delicate face. She lifted the skirt, raised her slender leg, and threw a kick at the back of Wu Ling.

Bang!

A whip kick kicked Wu Ling away and sent her flying like a broken kite. The other disciples also gave the peak leader a lot of faces; none of them came up to serve as a meat pad for Wu Ling. They naturally gave up a path and let Wu Ling roll on the ground.

"Who the fuck kick this old woman! ？”

Getting up from the ground, Wu Ling shouted.

Naturally, as her master, who was also the culprit of this kick, the peak leader pointed at herself with a smile.

"Me."

"You... yo? Master, when did you come here? I was wondering why this kick felt familiar and damn comfortable for..."

"Okay, that's enough. Everyone disperse now." The peak leader ignored the girl who she now regretted accepting as a closed-door disciple, waved her hand at the disciples around her, "Junior Sister Xing Yun has left our Fairy Maiden Peak. In terms of where she went..."

After speaking, several streamers accurately fell on each disciple's hand.

After the brilliance converged, each jade slip began to convey the information recorded in it to everyone.

"This is a farewell gift left to you by your little martial granduncle. All the questions should be completed and handed to me before the evening. Otherwise, don't blame your Master, I, for suppressing all of you under the wall of pure heart and destroying those things that I forbid you to play with."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone disappeared from the peak leader. The peak leader shook her head and smiled, and her closed eyes gradually opened.

Chapter 2, I, Xing Yun, ran away from home part 2

Seven days was not a long time, especially for cultivators, seven hundred years would pass in just the blink of an eye, let alone seven days.

For example, the peak leader of the Fairy Maiden Peak whose Taoist name was Xing Xing, it seemed that it had been three hundred and nineteen years since the last time she opened her eyes...

Fine, she was one of those exceptions.

Of course, this was true for most cultivators who have been on the path of immortality for a long time, but for Xing Yun, who was thinking about how to survive every day, every single day, these seven days could be said to be like years to him.

However, thanks to these seven days, which was comparable to seventy thousand years of misery, and the incredible learning ability, seven days later, Tong Qiaoer saw a brand new Xing Yun.

Naturally, there would be no changes in body appearance in just one week, but the temperament he exuded made this miss who came from a big family even feel inferior.

Just standing there, Xing Yun who was natural and graceful, gave her a feeling of a real fairy from the celestial family. Every expression, a frown or a smile, would show the exquisite beauty that was beyond his age, but it did not make people feel weird; every move and every posture showed the elegant temperament of a fairy.

Even if she sneaked out of Shang Qing Sect like a thief now, she still looked very adorable and made people want to leap forward to take a bite.

"Martial Granduncle you..."

"Shh! I ask you to be on the lookout, and keep your voice down."

“……”

Xing Yun's beautiful brows raised in anger, the charming angry face almost shaken Tong Qiaoer's Tao Heart.

Even the enchanting fairies of Hundred Flowers Pavilion and the seductive fairies of Pavilion of Thousands' Charm couldn't compete with his look.

When the two successfully left the Shang Qing Sect without disturbing anyone, Xing Yun breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been reborn. This long sigh full of complicated emotions made Tong Qiaoer stare blankly for a moment.

"Beaty Xia ordered me to accompany you to your home and check the changes in your family... By the way, do you know how to go back home, right?"

"Yes, I know, but Martial Granduncle, you..."

"You want to ask me why I change so much in just a few days? Don't ask me, I can't bear to think about the past. Sooner or later I will blow up the Fairy Maiden Peak's toilet to disgust this group of people."

After thinking about it, Tong Qiaoer decided to skip this topic.

Besides, she originally also didn't want to ask about it.

"No, Qiaoer wants to ask why Martial Granduncle wants to accompany Qiaoer. This kind of trivial matter shouldn't bother..."

"Haiya, do you think..." After a sudden pause, Xing Yun smiled slightly, "Tong family is one of our Shang Qing sect's most valued businesses. When something happens to your family, of course, elders need to come out to find out what happened. It just happened that all other elders were busy, and I am the only person available, so, naturally, I need to go with you."

With her brows frown, Xing Yun assumed the posture of an elder.

"What, do you think that this Martial Granduncle's identity is not qualified?"

"Qiaoer didn't mean that... It's just, just..."

"You think that my cultivation level is too low and I won't be able to deal with emergencies?"

"That's not it! Qiaoer wants to say that Martial Granduncle, your current appearance, and temperament will cause too much disturbance to the outside world. Since Martial Granduncle wants to act low-key, Qiaoer thinks it is safer to disguise a little bit."

When Xing Yun heard that what she wanted to say was this, he immediately realized what the concern was.

"Haiya, you should say it earlier."

After speaking, he moved his hand across his chest; a veiled hat matching his clothes appeared on his hand. Feeling that it was still not enough after putting the hat on, he put on a face veil as well. 

Then he naively thought that this would do the work.

However, in Tong Qiao'er's eyes, Xing Yun was even more charming now.

A flawless white robe, a veiled hat, a veil covering his face, and his bare neck was as fine as jade, coupled with his misty and mysterious temperament, in modern words: Heiya! Want to take a bite!

Tong Qiaoer also put on a simple disguise, and then the two officially started their journey.

In order to avoid being detected, the two did not choose to fly with the sword, and the distance between the sect and the Tong family was not too far, and the change he heard from the hooligan fairy did not sound too terrible, so the two chose to travel on foot.

Even if it was on foot, the speed of cultivators could not be underestimated. Of course, it didn't rule out the possibility that Xing Yun was scared that the hooligan fairy would change her mind, so he needed to run away from the sect as soon as possible. Anyway, after the full moon appeared in the sky, the two finally reached the city they would need to pass through, and it was also their first resting place - Cold Night City.

The night in the Cold Night city was very quiet. Except for the officers and soldiers guarding the city gate and the wall, the vast majority of people in the city have entered a sweet dream.

The bright moonlight shone on the city wall, although it was night, the moonlight made the city wall of Cold Night city look less dark and scary.

Outsiders were generally forbidden to enter the city at night, but this was not a problem for the two cultivators, or it could be said that the cultivators would never pay much attention to the officers and soldiers who guard the city when entering the city; they just flew directly into the city.

After learning these common senses from Tong Qiaoer, Xing Yun decided to walk straight through the door.

This decision made Tong Qiaoer instantly bewildered on the spot. This Little Martial Granduncle didn't play by the rules.

"No, Little Martial Granduncle... It's fine if we fly in directly, but if we just walk in like this without concealing our cultivation base, wouldn't it cause more trouble?"

"What do you know? I want to try the newly learned technique. I'm warning you, later..."

"Yes, Qiaoer won't get in the way for you."

"I'll hammer you if you dare to interrupt me again." Rolling his eyes, Xing Yun rubbed his palms, "I want you to watch out for any accidents. If something goes wrong, you need to help me to get out of it. And stop feeding your own wild imagination. Do you really think I am a genius or something?"

After hearing the words and thinking about it, Tong Qiaoer nodded, agreeing on the second half of the sentence.

"Indeed, Qiaoer believes that Little Martial Granduncle is extremely talented. Ordinary people could not reach the peak of the Qi Refining stage in only three years."

After hearing the words, Xing Yun tilted his head and thought about it, then skipped this topic.

His cultivation method was the real secret cultivation method of the Shang Qing Sect, not to say that he was a selfish person, the main reason was that disclosing this method would cause a lot of turbulence in the world.

Think about it, if a cultivation method that progressed extremely fast in the beginning, but when near the Void Core stage, the progress would be extremely slow, whether this method was very useful or not, it would still bring a lot of trouble to the Shang Qing sect and him.

"Forget it, you can think what you want, anyway, remember to watch out for any accidents."

"Qiaoer understands."

After telling Tong Qiaoer the arrangement, the two approached Cold Night City. As they walked closer, Xing Yun began to use the so-called newly learned technique.

In fact, it was a small spell that shielded vision and cultivation base. During that week, he also learned a lot of similar tricks, but the course was too full at that time, and there was not much time to practice. Now that he had time, of course, he would want to try it.

While using the hand seal to perform the technique, he began to control the cyclones in his body, squeezing out the golden true qi. It was obvious that Tong Qiaoer beside him could feel a mysterious qi coming from inside Xing Yun. That qi was constrained by the spell into a vague wave and drifted towards the direction of Cold Night City. When it was about to arrive at the city gate, the spell was scattered and accurately shrouded on every officer and soldier's head.

Seeing Xing Yun's precise and delicate manipulation of qi, Tong Qiaoer on the side couldn't help but gasp.

The gap was really too big.

Chapter 3, I, Xing Yun, ran away from home part 3

Facts have proved that even if Xing Yun was not a genius, his comprehension could be regarded as superior to many people.

The spell cast was a relatively high-level interference technique. In other words, even if an ordinary disciple has learned it, they would have to practice repeatedly for a while to master it. However, he only used it for the first time, but he successfully achieved the desired effect. So his talent could be said to be self-evident.

Getting into the city was "easy", but finding a resting place was difficult. After all, it was very late at night, and even the most hard-working inn had to close and rest.

So Xing Yun stopped acting like a respectable little Martial Granduncle, and after looking for an inn that seemed to be good, he raised his leg to the closed door.

If it weren't for the shining silver ingot Xing Yun slapped on the table, the awakened inn owner would have thought that it was someone who came to destroy the inn or robbed him.

"Oh, misses, this can't be done, can't be done. The inn is already..."

Bang!

Another ingot of silver was slapped on the wooden table, embedding deeply into the counter.

"Closed? No room? Or someone has already booked the whole place?"

"No, no, this little inn's environment is sleazy, how would anyone want to book the whole..."

Although the owner said so, he didn't conceal his proud expression as if he took great pride in this inn.

Of course, he should be proud. This Fortune Terrace was indeed the best, the highest standard, and most upscale inn in the Cold Night city.

The owner's eyes didn't stay on those two silver ingots, so it meant that this owner would not be someone who only interested in making money. In addition, in the face of such threats, he also didn't seem to act so sycophantically, which was enough to show that the owner was someone who had a lot of experience.

But the main thing that could prove this was the owner's reaction when facing the two.

He didn't ask if the two were "cultivators". After a simple inquiry, he personally led the two to the two best rooms in the inn.

After the owner left, Xing Yun snorted contemptuously.

"This owner is really cunning. Is he not worried that I would lose my temper and kick his butt."

"What made you say this? Little Martial Granduncle."

He shook his head and did not directly give an answer. He simply left the sentence "you will know tomorrow morning" and then walked into the room.

Although the furnishings of the inn were ordinary, they were neat and tidy.

After setting up the defensive and alert restraining field that should be setting up after leaving the sect, Xing Yun sat cross-legged on the ground and began to adjust his breath.

Even though the owner's actions were very secret, Xing Yun still saw him hiding the small sign that was originally on the door secretly. If he was not wrong, the sign was used to say that this room had already been reserved. He would behave in this way. It could only mean that he didn't like the person who booked this room, and this owner wanted to rely on the hands of Xing Yun to teach the person a lesson.

What a cunning plan.

Xing Yun was right. When the next morning came, there really was a loud noise outside the door.

The voice was loud and extremely unpleasant, and its effect was almost the same as when the hooligan fairy laughed.

——It was like a giant gong.

Thinking of the hooligan Fairy, Xing Yun was a little angry. If it weren't her arrangement, he wouldn't have been forced to be trained by that female gorilla who always squinted her eyes for a whole week.

Oh, Xing Yun called his senior sister "Xing Xing" female gorilla. As for the reason, you can see it in the last sentence.

His voice was approaching from far and near, and soon his door was violently kicked open. The skinny owner was trying his best to persuade him by the side, babbling something like "It's not that this little one doesn't want to keep it. It's just that this little one can't afford to offend those two." And in terms of the brawny man who had to squeeze through the door to get into the room... Xing Yun visually observed that this brother had to be 2.5 meters or above.

Yes, Xing Yun was quite concerned about the issue of his own height now, so seeing this height just made him even angrier.

He raised his leg and threw a kick, the movement was like a graceful dance move. As for the big brother who could act as a door panel, he flew from the second floor to the inn lobby without any accident.

Bang!

"Bastard! Who the hell kicked me!"

Yo... This brother had a pretty good physique, and he was still alive and kicking after falling.

So Xing Yun decided to let him jump a little longer.

The chopsticks were rapidly shot into the foothold of the strong man. While performing the samba dance in the cultivator world, the man raised his head and roared at Xing Yun.

"You fucking little brat! Do you know who I am!"

Several blue veins bulge on the forehead of Xing Yun.

"Haiya! Such a foul mouth. You deserve to be punished!"

As soon as the voice fell, before Xing Yun had time to jump down and slap the strong man, he heard a clear slap in his ear.

It was Tong Qiaoer.

The slap was so heavy that it directly took several teeth of the brawny man away, and the precise control of her strength only caused a slight concussion on the brawny man, not enough to kill him on the spot.

It could be clearly seen that she had a lot of face-slapping experience, and she might be a face-slapping veteran.

"Big Brother!" xN

At this time, the underlings of the man had recovered from the shock. One by one, they pulled out the sabers around their waists or took out some weird-shaped weapons, looking menacing if they wanted to swallow Tong Qiaoer alive.

"Let's go!"

As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. This brother could have this many underlings while being a gangster, apart from being loyal, he also relied on his cautiousness, which was clearly not in line with his look and the way he talked.

Obviously, he felt that these two little girls were not someone he could mess with, so naturally they turned around and ran away.

"Hey, hey, don't go, you haven't said who you are!"

There were not many people in the early morning, so there were not many people rubbernecking. But Xing Yun and Tong Qiaoer could still hear people whispering.

For example, this person was the fourth head of Mengwu Village, Mengwu Mountain, outside the city. Offending him would definitely cause great trouble.

According to legend, the first head of Mengwu Village was a person who has stepped on the path of cultivation.

A cultivator!

"Little..."

"Cough."

"Little Miss, since it is a cultivator, why don't we pay a visit?"

Tong Qiaoer's quick wit made Xing Yun want to give her a thumbs-up. You don't say, Little Miss this title was pretty good...

If she still said Little Martial Granduncle after he reminded her, then he would definitely suspect that if she had ever lied before. He had already seen another candid person whose surname was also Tong and had passively made him fall in love with him.

Ew! Just thinking about it made Xing Yun feel very disgusting! . . .

Basically, it could be understood as "my fans want to fuck me", which was what Xing Yun was thinking now.

Oh, Jian Xing and Bian Tai were exceptions, these two want to be fucked by him...

In short, Tong Qiaoer was considered to be familiar with this place, so the two did not delay, and ate the Fasting Aid Pill while rushing straight in the direction of Mengwu Mountain.

Taoist practice was mainly about "Whether you believe it or not, don't disturb my cultivation practice". That might sound a bit crude. To put it nicely, it was mainly about "mind your own business." The reason why Xing Yun would want to go to Mengwu Mountain was mainly that Xing Yun felt that he still wasn't satisfied.

How could he be satisfied? Those bandits looked like they wanted to fu*k him right on the spot. It actually made Xing Yun wonder that were they not worried that it was Quasimodo instead of Esmeralda under the veil?

The two were actually not moving too fast, and they were also following the bandits to avoid the traps on the mountain. Breaking through all the checkpoints using force was the style of the disciples of Fairy Maiden Peak and the Sword Peak. Xing Yun didn't want to follow their style of doing things.

Then, when passing by a small village outside the city, the two saw the real faces of the bandits.

Chapter 4, I, Xing Yun, ran away from home part 4

That side was very real and cruel. Although it was not as bad as burning, killing, and looting, the brutal and bad behavior was enough to arouse Tong Qiaoer's anger.

She looked at Xing Yun, her brows were filled with unbearable anger.

"Martial Granduncle, Qiaoer..."

"Desire stems from heart, effecting the path one travels - what you are willing to do is your business, just act with a clear conscience, of course, leave one-third of the room for yourself in everything."

Simply translate: If you want to stab those people to death, go ahead, I won’t stop you, but leave someone alive, I want that person to send a message back.

Therefore, Xing Yun sometimes felt a headache for being an elder. In situations like this, he couldn't even speak like a normal person, and it was really exhausting to pretend to be profound.

Tong Qiaoer was a smart girl. Even though Xing Yun said it vaguely, she still understood the correct meaning. First, she made a fist-and-palm salute, and then she took out the sword from her interspatial pouch and went straight to the village where the bandits were ravaging.

"Curse your grama, today is a really fucking bad day..."

The fourth head who was slapped into a slight concussion hasn't fully recovered yet. He used a long saber as a crutch to support his body, watching the subordinates plundering the village.

Cries, begging for mercy, and yelling were endless, but the fourth head ignored these voices. In other words, he used these villagers as tools to vent his anger.

"Take the beautiful woman away! Hey! ？ Stop crying! Damn you……"

He raised his leg and kicked at a young village woman who was pulled past him, but before he could finish his words, the scarlet blood filled his sight.

Immediately afterwards, the unbearable pain rushed directly into his brain. Only then did he realize that it was his leg that sprayed the blood.

His leg was severed from the thigh, and the neat cut told how sharp the weapon was.

The fourth head instinctively wanted to scream out in pain, but when he had this idea, he had already felt that his consciousness was going away, his eyelids had never felt so heavy, and the sky and the earth in his eyes quickly rotated.

He couldn't scream out, the darkness quickly enveloped him.

Before being completely swallowed up by the darkness, the only thing he saw was the spray of blood.

With the experience of the Qing Xu Secret Realm, Xing Yun also had a certain degree of resistance to this kind of slaughtering. Those who were killed by Tong Qiaoer within the time to take a few breaths were all heinous people, and the discomfort was suppressed to the lowest point.

After thinking about it, Xing Yun felt that living in a world where killings happened all the time, one day he would be numb to those kinds of things too.

There was no difficulty for a cultivator in the foundation establishment stage to kill a group of robbers who have not even reached the Innate Stage, but considering the issue of identity, she still did not use the "magic" in the eyes of ordinary people as much as possible.

Therefore, in the eyes of the villagers being bullied, Tong Qiaoer's image at this time was just a chivalrous passerby who saw injustice and wanted to punish the bandits, not a celestial fairy.

However, the chivalrous passerby was still not cautious enough, and she "accidentally" let a person escape.

This has caused many self-interested people to complain about the passerby's failure to eliminate all the bandits.

But Tong Qiaoer was not angry. After all, she was already a cultivator. If she got at the ordinary because of such trivial matters, then her temper was too inadequate to be a cultivator.

Pretending to be heroic, Tong Qiaoer made a promise to the ordinary people who had been rescued. She promised that she would eliminate the bandit village in Mengwu Mountain and give the village a peaceful future.

Naturally, there were still people who thought that she overestimated her own abilities. The first head of Mengwu Mountain Village was someone who has stepped on the path of cultivation. How could she, a mortal, defeat the first head?

Of course, more people still persuaded Tong Qiaoer not to do it while expressing their sincere gratitude.

"I understand your kindness, but since I have already interfered, then I will take care of it. Farewell!"

Tong Qiaoer was not interested in talking nonsense with these people. The elder of the sect was still waiting for her from a distance. In contrast, neglecting Xing Yun was a much worse thing.

However, when she returned to Xing Yun, she realized that her worries seemed a little redundant.

Because her little martial granduncle squatted not far away to tease a little rabbit, as if she had completely forgotten about Tong Qiaoer.

“……”

Little martial granduncle really looked like a child...

Oh wait, she was only nine years old this year.

In fact, Tong Qiaoer had completely misunderstood Xing Yun. He was not teasing the rabbit, but when he was tired of standing and squatted down to rest, a fat rabbit just happened to jump in front of him.

So in order to thank this rabbit for making Tong Qiaoer say "Little Martial Granduncle is very adorable", Xing Yun made it into a roasted rabbit.

From this point of view, Xing Yun was more or less a little bit like Great Beauty Xia.

Simply put, you never knew what he would do in the next second.

Even more simply put: Mental!

Eating the roasted and fragrant rabbit meat, the two followed the bandit that had escaped to the foot of Mengwu Mountain. Saying that it was a mountain, but compared it with the Shang Qing Sect, it was more like a small hill.

The environment was also bad, and the sparse woodland seemed to have no spiritual energy nourishment.

"Huh? Spiritual Energy Gathering Array. It seems that the rumors are true, and sure enough, among the bandits occupying this hill, there is a cultivator."

Hearing what Tong Qiaoer said, Xing Yun finally found out the strange feeling he had just now.

The spiritual energy of the woodland was indeed very thin, but the reason for its thinness was that a large amount of spiritual energy had been gathered in the depths of Mengwu Mountain. This kind of behavior of harming the natural environment would not be used by normal sects, but some wandering cultivators who had not received proper education would not care that much.

After all, if the spiritual energy in this area was dried up, they could always change to another place.

This kind of behavior once again aroused the anger of Tong Qiaoer, who had received a proper education. Naturally, the feeling of contempt was much more than anger.

"Huh, it is because of this that wandering cultivators are..."

"Everyone has their own way of living, so it is not our place to criticize them. However, once our paths cross each other, we can't ignore each other either. In other words, now it is time to kick their butts."

"Little Martial Granduncle, you are right."

"..." Xing Yun suddenly felt that he began to talk like the hooligan fairy.

If they had learned that Mengwu Mountain had a wandering cultivator earlier, they didn't actually even need to let one person escape. There were no restraining fields such as defensive fields, hiding fields, or ordinary people dispersing fields. With only a Spiritual Energy Gathering Array it was easy to find where they were.

Taking out the long sword, Xing Yun and Tong Qiaoer got on the sword and flew straight to the place where the spiritual energy gathering array was in the depths of Mengwu Mountain.

The two cultivators went straight to the cave without notice. It could be said that they clearly had malicious intentions.

Don't think that this was an overreaction. The relationship between strange cultivators was very unreasonable- After all, cultivation caves involved territorial issues and the arrogant self-esteem of cultivators.

"Who are you and why are you here? Intruding someone else’s cave without permission, you know..."

"Go fuck yourself!"

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