Li Xiu came down from Qingyun Peak and immediately reported the situation to Master Qingyun Peak.

After listening, Yun Hua nodded and said, "Yun Jue is in retreat, there are only three disciples, I have to help him take a good look."

Li Xiu hurriedly said, "Master and little uncle really have a deep friendship."

Yun Hua curled the corners of his mouth, "Go and see again tomorrow, and ask Zhong Yi if that Lang Qianxing is like this every day. Yun Jue didn't save his life for him to waste."

Li Xiu felt dark in her heart, and she deserved it and said loudly, "Yes, Master."

"Okay, let's step back first." Yun Hua waved his hand, lowered his head and continued to play with a small potted plant.

The spacious room was very quiet, even if a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, it was silent.

"Hmph, this little brat is tough." The man's voice in the dark was hoarse, his voice was very rough, as if his throat had been burned by fire.

Yunhua lost his mind to play with flowers and plants, and impatiently threw the scissors on the table, his voice gloomy: "Are you sure he has the blood of the demon race?"

"Of course!" The man said firmly, "The Nine Yin Array can seal the spiritual roots of your human cultivation, but it has no effect on our Demon Race. That kid has been in the array for so long, but he can still use the Fire Spirit Root. Sword. Except that he also has the blood of the Demon Race, I can't find a second reason."

Yun Hua narrowed his eyes, "Really..."

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and Qingyun Peak is more deserted than ever. Zhong Yiboyi and Lang Qianxing were very different from each other, and there was almost no dialogue between the two sides even during their usual practice time. And Lang Qianxing didn't seem to have any resentment for his brother's cold treatment, and he couldn't improve his daily practice. The whole person seemed to be in some kind of predicament and confusion.

The Tianyun Sect is a big sect, and every year there are some exchange meetings organized by the disciples spontaneously, and there was one recently. The one who organized the exchange meeting was Liuchen, the eldest disciple of the head of Yunfeng. It is very likely that he will inherit the invitation from the master to become the senior brother of any sect head. The disciples of Tianyun Sect are afraid that no one will smear his face, so it is impossible to say.

Therefore, Lang Qianxing, a direct disciple who is also one of the four statues, naturally also received the invitation. Of course, Zhong Yiboyi also has it. There is no martial arts in the exchange meeting. It is mainly to exchange cultivation experience or formations, etc., different opinions, do not hide secrets, and clear up doubts for fellow students. As long as you go, you will surely gain something.

The exchange meeting was held in a large hall with eighteen pillars, each of which contained the profound problems or ingenious ideas of the brothers and sisters.

Zhong Yiboyi did not go with Lang Qianxing, and a disciple asked Zhong Yi curiously. Although Zhong Yi said that the younger brother has something to delay, he will be there in a while. But he could hide it well, but Boyi, who was simple-minded, couldn't. When he mentioned Lang Qianxing, he clearly showed an angry expression. Although it was only for a moment, it was still seen by those with sharp eyes.

Later, Lang Qianxing arrived, and he and Zhong Yibo were still close brothers and sisters, but once Lang Qianxing got closer to the two of them, the two of them moved away without a trace. The relationship between them is not close. The reason why they pretended to get along well was because others would laugh at them because they were only the three of them in Qingyun Peak, but the relationship was still not good.

Three days after the exchange meeting, Lang Qianxing was called to Baiyun Peak.

Lang Qianxing passed through the magnificent halls of Baiyun Peak and the inquiring eyes of the disciples of Baiyun Peak, and came to an elegant courtyard.

He stood in the side hall and looked around at everything around him. As in his memory, the familiar arrangement, and even the scent of the burning in the hall, were the same as in his previous life.

Soon, the person who was also familiar in memory came to the hall and looked at him with the usual smile on his lips.

Lang Qianxing darkened his eyes, lowered his head, covered the disdain and ridicule in his eyes, and saluted respectfully: "Master."

Yun Hua didn't answer right away, he walked over from Lang Qianxing, sat on the main seat, held the teacup on the tea seat, took a sip of it, and said, "You know, why did I ask you to come? "

Lang Qianxing pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at him. There was a hint of emotion in those deep eyes, and it was not clear that it was just a thought flashed by, "Disciple doesn't know."

Yunhua put down the tea, and the bottom of the porcelain collided with the wooden coffee table, making a soft sound. In the empty and quiet room, only a chuckle could be heard, like a sneer.

"Lang Qianxing, you are like this, can you be worthy of your master?" He raised his chin slightly and looked at Lang Qianxing. Although he was obviously warm, he could clearly see his anger, which means that it must be the person in front of him. What monstrous things did a man do to make him so angry.

Lang Qianxing's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he said nothing, his dark eyes were calm, or rather lifeless. How could there be any provocation and pride when looking at him in the secret realm before.

Yun Hua simply stopped detouring with him, and said bluntly: "You and I both know what you think about your master. You should also know why Yun Jue suddenly retreated. He seems indifferent, but he must be You also know how soft-hearted he is. It’s okay for you to be deviant yourself, but you get involved with him. You are his first disciple, and he loves you so much, but you are so cold to his heart. He saves you in a secret realm Life, you came out to repay him like this. You are such a good apprentice!"

The broken hair on his forehead covered Lang Qianxing's eyes, and his face moved slightly, as if he was secretly gritting his teeth.

Yunhua snorted again: "Look at the way you are now, you are getting more and more decadent. What about cultivation? Ever since Yun Jue retreated, you haven't been serious for a day. Are you worthy of him? If it wasn't for Yun Jue who valued your apprentice. , I have long since expelled a wicked person like you from the Tianyun Sect."

"What's wrong with you?!" Lang Qianxing suddenly looked at Yun Hua, with red eyes, "You clearly covet Master, so I can't see how Master treats me well."

Yunhua chuckled lightly, the answer is self-evident.

Lang Qianxing clenched his fists and almost gritted his teeth: "So the uncle thinks that I am an eyesore, and want to be out of sight?"

Yunhua looked at him coldly, "If I want to kill you, do you think you can still stand here and say these words to me? You are his apprentice, if you die suddenly, he will be sad. I am not like you. So selfish, so reckless, with no regard for his feelings."

Lang Qianxing's eyes widened, and Yunhua's fluttering words seemed to suddenly make him understand something. Then, his trembling pupils slowly calmed down, and finally returned to calm, as if the fog had dissipated, and finally the result was left.

Yun Hua saw his expression in his eyes, took out a strange stone, and helped him confirm: "This is the Tianjing stone. This is what I prepared for Yun Jue's tribulation period. It contains certain impurities, and you need to think about it. The way to eliminate it. If you still want to stay in Tianyun Sect and Qingyun Peak, you better recognize your own position. You, Yun Jue's disciple, should make him feel gratified and proud, not for the sake of Trouble him, annoy him."

Lang Qianxing took the stone hesitantly, apparently skeptical of his rival's generous attitude.

Yun Hua glanced at him and said lightly: "I hate you, but I can't harm Yun Jue. This spar is an ancient spiritual stone, and it contains the purest spiritual power. When he comes out of retreat, he sees you working hard. Purify this sky spar for him, and he can probably forgive you."

He sighed, "Yun Jue used to have a knot in her heart, but now she has finally let it go. I don't want him to choose to escape again because of you."

Lang Qianxing clenched the stone in his hand and stared at it. In the end, he closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and exhaled, as if he had finally made up his mind, and answered hoarsely, "Thank you, uncle."

In the spacious hall, Yun Hua picked up the cup of tea from before, brushed off the tea foam, glanced at the direction in which Lang Cailang Qianxing was leaving, and a small curved smile appeared on his lips. The slightly cold tea poured into his throat, and he was probably a little dissatisfied. The hand that always held the fan and swayed gently, and easily kneaded the tea cup in his hand into powder.

Qingyun Peak has deep clouds and fog tonight, and the moon cannot be seen, but the soft moonlight can still be sprinkled through those clouds and fog, so that it will not make people's eyes dark.

"Meow~" Furball rubbed Qin Lang's leg affectionately. In fact, it had been rubbing persistently for two minutes, but the person it wanted to get close to did not hug it as gently as usual, and frantically licked its fluffy and soft body. Mao Mao.

The main reason was still Lang Qianxing, who was hugging Qin Lang and kissing lingeringly.

Inside the cave, the warm candles flickered, and a strange stone was randomly placed on the stone table. If Yunhua looked at it, it was estimated that he could recognize it. The rare treasure, at this moment, is like an ordinary ordinary stone that has been forgotten to one side.

Lang Qianxing lightly pecked Qin Lang's soft and warm lips, his eyes were sparkling, and there was a meaningful smile on his lips.

There were two blushing patches on Qin Lang's face that were not very obvious. When Qin Lang reached into his arms to take something, Qin Lang looked away, bent over and carried in the fur ball that was still not willing to rub his legs. Touch the smooth, soft fur.

Lang Qianxing happily took the thing in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the master was touching the little monster again, and immediately grabbed the back of the hair ball and lifted it up, and threw it out of the hole very ungently, while shouting: "Go guard!"

Every time the owner wants to carry out the Great Harmony of Life, he is ruthlessly sent to guard the hair ball: "..." Is my purpose for anti-fouling, or is it just fouling?

"Master!" Lang Qianxing continued what he had just done and handed the book to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang looked at the book with the four big characters "Qingxiao Xinjue" written on it. The surface was light and cloudy. He glanced sideways at Lang Qianxing, as if asking what it was.

Lang Qianxing's meaningful smile was even more profound: "Master, don't you know if you open it and take a look?"

Qin Lang, who knew what the thing was from the moment he took it out, pretended to know nothing and turned the pages at will, so he caught the first page, a man holding another man's jade flute in his mouth. Taste it carefully, the painting style is very beautiful, and the expression is very vivid.

Qin Lang's ears turned red at once, but his cold face still showed nothing, as if he was extremely calm, but his movements of gently rolling his Adam's apple did not fall into Lang Qianxing's eyes.

Immediately, Lang Qianxing's gaze at Qin Lang became darker. Seeing that Qin Lang was looking at the first page for a long time, he moved closer to Qin Lang's red ears, wrapped his hands around Qin Lang's slender waist, and his low voice was full of temptation and enthusiasm: "This page has already been comprehended. But the latter is a bit difficult, can Shizun solve the puzzle for Qianxing?"

After a long while, Qin Lang stretched out his trembling fingers, slowly turned the page, and nodded very lightly.