"Old Xu, are you leaving now?" Qingfeng stepped forward and grabbed Xu Xing's arm, bit his lip, and the rare melancholy on his face, and said softly: "Then can I go to Jinan Prefecture to find you in the future?"

"It's OK at any time." Xu Xing smiled and reached out to rub the bangs covered by Qingfeng's forehead. The girl was so cute and cute at the moment, she looked like a child. Her past cleverness and tactfulness seemed to have become a joke for the child. She said helplessly: "I really should leave. You said you are not old, why are you so many messy thoughts?"

Unlike before, he could not tell the age of Qingfeng, now he swept through it with the eyes of Jindan Zhenren, and it turned out that Qingfeng was only thirteen or fourteen years old. It was not surprising that the girl in this world had known about it and the fox girl was passionate.

But a line of words still flashed through Xu Xing's heart. Anyone who knows that the other party is under fourteen years old... knows or should know...

Qingfeng pouted, as if she was a little depressed, but when she thought she could find Xu Xing at any time, she suddenly became happy. The girl's thoughts were like the rain in June, with cloudy and sunnyness.

Xu Xing took the opportunity to break away from Qingfeng's hand, took out the judge's token, opened the Yin-Yang Plank Road, flashed a few times, and returned to the world from the underworld.

Su Mei Taohua's eyes flashed faintly, and she said to herself: "The judge of the Yin Si is Ling Jian, a reincarnated Yuanshen Zhenjun."

The last trace of doubt in my heart disappeared because the true Lord of the Yuanshen, who was often favored by the underworld, accepted the token due to his affection.

When Su Mei saw Qingfeng, she became sad again, especially when she looked at the yin and yang passage that gradually became smaller, she looked like she was lost and despair. She felt angry and funny.

He reached out and held Qingfeng in his arms, patted his back gently, and chuckled, "What's the point of doing with a bitter face? Isn't it the best thing for me, the nine-tailed Heavenly Fox lineage, robbing men?"

Qingfeng's little face, buried deep in the snow, turned red like peach blossoms, not ashamed as she looked, but it seemed like she was holding it in her mouth no matter how she looked.

When Xu Xing returned to the inn, it was the next morning. He was about to step into the inn when he saw Senior Sister Mingyue wearing a plain embroidered streaming long skirt, with a cool and ethereal temperament, and a hazy body, and a hazy moon-covered gauze, slowly walking towards him.

"Junior brother, I have already retired from the room. If you have nothing else, let's leave Taiyuan now." Mingyue nodded to Xu Xing and said in a clear voice.

Xu Xing was stunned for a moment, and was about to agree, but he heard a familiar and thick voice coming from a distance.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you're so miserable." Gong Mengbi smiled bitterly, appeared from the corner of the alley, and came closer soon. Seeing Mingyue, he greeted, "Junior sister, are you planning to leave Taiyuan Mansion?"

Mingyue nodded and said nothing.

Xu Xing said in surprise: "Brother Dao didn't go to the Wang family?"

Speaking of this, Gong Mengbi complained: "Fellow Daoist Xu, I am helpless in the injury of Wang Sheng. I was so entangled by him that I could not help but give him a guide."

"Which master?" Xu Xing was quite curious about which celestial immortal was, especially the art of helping others to recover from death. If he could observe it with his own eyes, it would be of great benefit to his practice.

Gong Mengbi kept a secret and smiled and said, "If fellow Taoist is not in a hurry to leave, why not go and watch the fun?"

Xu Xing looked at Mingyue in silence and asked, "What do you think of senior sister?"

Mingyue didn't want to be complicated, but she saw Xu Xing's face calm, but there seemed to be a look of intention in her eyes. If she refused, she turned to her lips, and she turned into, "You can go and have a look."

The three of them had made up their minds and walked forward under Gong Mengbi's guidance. It was noon, and the streets were crowded with traffic, and the noisy and prosperous city of a provincial capital came towards us.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of crazy singing in the distance. I looked slowly and saw an old beggar with a disheveled head and face swaying along the wall, with a sloppy body, a thick yellow nose that was almost half a foot, and a filthy front collar.

A woman with a clean dress and beautiful face kept knocking on her knees: "I'm sorry to save my husband."

The old beggar glanced at the woman, and his scattered eyes seemed to gather some, and he smiled nervously, and sniffed, sniffed in, and asked, "Does the beauty love me?"

Some passers-by who were surprised by the scene gradually surrounded him and pointed, "Is this woman stupid? She didn't say anything, but she even knelt down."

"Yeah, isn't this Chen Xiaolian's daughter?" At this time, a luxurious and rich lady sneered and said, "Is she not awake? What about hysteria here?"

"How could Chen Xiaolian's daughter kneel on this old madman?" Everyone was talking, and if the speaker was not wearing silk and satin, they would not believe it.

Chen looked ashamed and begged: "Old sir, my husband was cut off by an evil ghost and was eaten by a cumella. I beg you to save his life!"

The old beggar's originally turbid eyes shone brightly, and he smiled and said, "Die, just marry again. Everyone can be husbands. What's the use of saving him?"

Chen's eyes shed tears and he immediately bowed again: "Please be kind to the old man."

"It's strange! People are asking me to save themselves when they die. Am I the King of Hell?" said the old beggar.

Seeing this scene from afar, Xu Xing's eyes were deep, and he sent a voice to Gong Mengbi beside him and asked, "Brother Dao, whose incarnation is this senior?"

The magic power was silently used in his eyes, and the old beggar in front seemed to be hiding in a cloud of black and golden smoke, locked layer by layer, and could not see the appearance of the halal appearance.

"Do you really didn't see it?" Gong Mengbi smiled, but instead felt normal, explaining: "Although he is not the King of Hell, he is in charge of the King of Hell."

"Junior brother, he is Senior Yuanwu." Mingyue's voice transmission also came at the right time, with a cold voice as cold as water, and a little lazy and lazy.

Xu Xing frowned and secretly mobilized the power of the bronze fragments to break the delusion into his eyes. Looking at the old beggar again, he saw the black and gold smoke scattered. An old man wearing a black and gold robe and an ancient and strange-looking man was looking at Chen with a smile on his face. His old and majestic eyes seemed to be compassionate and pitiful.

As if he sighed, a trace of clear air about the size of a head was introduced into his palm, but he saw the light and shadow of his fingers changing, and the green air became colorful, a little red color was almost dazzling, and suddenly the silk thread was woven like a cage, and a majestic and cold voice sounded, "Eat it!"

"The innate Qianyuan's creation of the pure energy?" Xu Xing was shocked. How could he not recognize this thing? The huge magic power required to quickly condense the golden elixir depends on the power of this thing. "Can you still use it like this? This is the method of evolving the five energys. The heart belongs to fire, and the red color is mostly the seed of a heart."

The one-page heavenly book in Lingzhong was turned rapidly, as if it had been triggered some records, "Fate qi is derived from the five qi, and the five qi are selected from Yin and Yang..."

"If there is the innate Qianyuan Creation Clear Qi, I may be able to use this method of creation derived." Xu Xing withdrew his mind, his face was silent, and he obviously understood this method. "However, Yuanwu is not a true immortal. If he is a true immortal in the immortal life, he is just a magic power to reverse the energy of creation. After observation, I can't say that he can... with one point and bring back to life!"

Living dead, flesh and bones!

"Only such supernatural powers can be called a true immortal." Xu Xing sighed in his heart as he thought this way.

On the other side, with Yuan Wu's deep shout, all the onlookers who had become human wall were upset and looked at each other.

"Wow..." The lady who mocked Chen at the beginning was almost trembling with disgust. The others couldn't bear to look at her and turned their heads.

In the eyes of these ordinary people, the snot on the old beggar's hands was thick and yellow, and mixed with fishy and smelly saliva. Isn't it salty to death when I enter my mouth?
Chapter completed!