This Swordsman is Too Steady

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A night of cold wind on the plateau blew through, and in the low and crude cave dwelling, a small Yang Qinger got out of it, looking at the hole full of wind and sand with some headache.

This will take a lot of time to clean up.

But for Yang Qing'er, this trouble is happy.

Not only did he survive the situation that he thought he was bound to die, but he was also lucky enough to move from the depths of the desolate desert to the plateau with a little greenery.

Even if the residence has changed from a tent to a cave dwelling that meets the characteristics of the plateau, as far as Yang Qing'er is concerned, she can't be more happy.

Huh? Why didn't you see anyone today?

Yang Qing'er looked at it and found that the other cave entrances were empty, and she was a little puzzled.

Logically speaking, at this time, everyone should be cleaning up the sand at the entrance of the cave in full swing.

Why the sand hasn't gone, but people are gone!

Could it be that I got up early?

Yang Qing'er thought subconsciously.

At this moment, a burst of cheers came through a low hillside.

Yang Qing'er moved in her heart, and quickly walked over to see what was going on.

The hillside that can be crossed after a few steps, the next moment, Yang Qing'er looked at the scene in front of her, staring at the same place, her eyes gradually red.

The adults and children in the tribe, men and women, turned out to be in a circle at this time.

There were three people standing in the circle, a handsome young man, a woman with a luxurious temperament, and a monk with no anger and prestige.

However, at this time, Yang Qing'er's eyes were nothing but the young man.

Because that man had used his own power to fight against thousands of wolf demons and saved their tribe.

...........

Before leaving the Xisha Plateau, Lu Qingshan decided to take a final look at the sheep tribe placed here by Jitang Temple.

He was surrounded by a group of grateful sheep tribes, and everyone looked at him with awe and admiration.

Lu Qingshan glanced over and caught a glimpse of the startled little **** the hillside.

He beckoned to the little **** the hillside.

Yang Qing'er reacted immediately, hurriedly ran down, ran to Lu Qingshan, lowered her head and called out timidly, "Sir."

Yang Qing'er was wearing woolen clothes and narrow sleeves on the left side. In front of Lu Qingshan, her face flushed with timidity.

She grabbed the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and she didn't know what to say after her husband called.

Lu Qingshan smiled, "I taught you the sword style, are you still practicing?"

"Yes." Yang Qing'er plucked up the courage and raised her head, looking at Lu Qingshan's warm eyes, and said seriously.

After speaking, Yang Qing'er couldn't help but lower her eyebrows.

Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's hair, "Practice hard, only in the future can he protect his tribe."

"I'm leaving, and, this sword is for you."

The voice of "Mr." rang in Yang Qing'er's ear, and when she raised her head again, she found that her husband and the other two had disappeared in place.

In front of her, a blue long sword sank into the ground.

This should be the sword that my husband gave me.

Yang Qing'er thought in a daze.

She stretched out her right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a little effort, she drew the long sword from the ground.

The bright sword light flashed, and the sword was held in the hand by the little girl.

Yang Qing'er was surprised to find that this long sword, which looked very extraordinary, was so light for some reason.

Even for a weak person like her, it is effortless to use it, as if it was tailored for her.

Suddenly, the little girl saw two big characters glowing with silver light on the sword.

It's just a pity that she is from a poor tribe and is not literate.

"Yuenv," the patriarch of sheep on the side seemed to see Yang Qinger's confusion, and took the initiative to explain: "These two words are "yuenv"."

"Yue Nv Sword..." Yang Qinger murmured.

She should have been extremely happy when she got the sword from her husband, but at this time, her heart was clearly more sad.

I don’t know, is there any chance to see Mr....

Yang Qinger thought.

........

Yunlin City, a large human city adjacent to the Mogao Desert,

There are many local practitioners in the Mogao Desert, and there are also many ascetic monks who enter Mogao to practice asceticism. These people use Yunlin City as a supply place.

This makes Yunlin City clearly in the border, but it presents a strange prosperity.

At this time, there were some strange-eyed people in all restaurants in the city and near the city gate.

Some of these people are obviously not very good at disguising. Others with a little eye can see their uncomfortableness and seem to have a plan.

But no one cares too much about these.

Because, in this city, there are too many monks who have plans.

As long as it is not directed at oneself, who will be nosy?

In an inn with an excellent location very close to the city gate, in the guest room next to the window, there are two monks leaning against the window, secretly watching the people entering and leaving the city gate.

"You said how long we have to crouch here, that Lu Qingshan doesn't know what happened when he entered Mogao, let alone when he can come out.

The above task is arranged like this, let us wait and see, waiting for Lu Qingshan to appear.

If Lu Qingshan found some retreat in Mogao and practiced in retreat for several years, wouldn't we have to wait here for several years? That's too funny. "Some of the younger monks complained somewhat dissatisfied.

"This time, it's a big action to mobilize the entire mansion branch hall staff.

You had better complain less, do our business well and keep an eye on it.

If this Lu Qingshan passed by us, we didn't find out in the first time, and reported it, and then held accountability, I am afraid that neither of you nor I can please. "The older monk warned in a deep voice.

The young cultivator's expression of impatience faded a little, but he quickly asked curiously: "Why is Lu Qingshan so important?

Isn't it a leader of the Seven Domains? Should we mobilize all of our staff to do things like waiting here? "

The older monk shook his head, "I don't know the specific situation.

I asked Lord Overnight Chak quietly, he just said that the value of Lu Qingshan is unimaginable, and it is related to the ultimate plan of our underworld, so we must not take it lightly. "

The young monk said nothing, but this time, his impatient expression finally turned into a full face.

"Another monk has entered the city." The young monk said suddenly.

The two of them looked towards the city gate through the slightly opened window, and their eyes flickered, as if hunters were examining their prey.

There were three monks entering the city at this time, and they were all companions.

The three-person group, one is a bald-headed meditation monk dressed as a Buddha, one is a young man in black, and the other is a woman with an extremely stunning appearance. The young monks in the underworld can't help but look at them.

"I won't talk about the girl, and the cultivating monk is definitely not. Then Lu Qingshan is a sword cultivator. Even if he has a disguise, he will not pretend to be a monk.

But the young monk seems to be the right age, is it possible? "The young monk's tone was mixed with a little hope.

"No." The elder monk's cold voice came.

In his hand, he held an ancient bronze mirror.

On the ancient mirror, there are three light smokes of different colors and thicknesses.

"According to the repair mirror, the bald-headed monk is a cultivation base, the woman is a Nascent Soul cultivation base, and the young man is just a little Qi-refining monk.

According to the information, Lu Qingshan is the Nascent Soul monk, obviously not right,” the older monk sighed, and said: “On the border of the Mogao Desert, there are seven or eight human cities in the big city.

The probability of Lu Qingshan appearing in Yunlin City is extremely low. We will do our best, but don't expect too much. "

Finding a needle in a haystack is not easy, especially Lu Qingshan is very likely to have a magic weapon that can disguise and change his appearance.

Therefore, in order not to miss Lu Qingshan, the underworld naturally prepared some magical instruments to assist in the squatting action.

The ancient bronze mirror is such a magic weapon.

The artifact is called Zhaoxiujing.

The function is also very simple, that is, it can detect the cultivation base of a monk silently.

Of course, the restrictions are also very large. This magic weapon only works on the cultivators of the fifth realm and below.

But it was enough to find out Lu Qingshan.

——Even if your Lu Qingshan is ever-changing, in a short period of time, can you still make progress by leaps and bounds?

By looking at the mirror, they only need to identify the identity of the monk at the beginning of Yuanying.

In fact, this cultivation level cultivator can't see much at all.

The two of them have been crouching in Yunlin City for more than ten days. So far, they have seen the woman in front of them as the cultivation base of Yuanying's early stage. The other Yuanying monks have not even seen the root hair. Not to mention the figure of Lu Qingshan.

The young monk was a little dejected, watching the bald monk and the young man at the gate of the city, they were saying goodbye, and then asked: "This monk and monk Yuanying came to this place with a Qi-refining monk. What is the strange configuration?"

"Maybe the major repair of which sect took his disciples to travel." The older monk replied casually.

........

"According to the abbot's order, the poor monk will send you two to Yunlin City." The high monk from Jitang Temple and the young man and woman in front of him said sternly

"There is Lao Hao De Arhat." Lu Qingshan paid tribute to Hao De Arhat.

From the Xisha Plateau to the nearest human race city, you have to cross thousands of miles of desert, fly directly to Mogao, and then go out from Mogao.

One is that his current cultivation level is not allowed, and the other is that he and Jitang Temple have some cause and effect, so Lu Qingshan simply asked the monk of Jitang Temple to send him a ride and take him to Yunlin City.

The chicken soup sacred monk would naturally not refuse Lu Qingshan's request, and specially sent Hao De Luohan, who had made a virtual cultivation base, to send him and Qin Yitian to Yunlin City.

"Amitabha Buddha, it's just a trivial matter, it's hard to talk about," Hao De Luohan put his hands together and replied: "Farewell to the two donors~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The words are over, Hao De Luohan went straight out of the city, his figure Soon it disappeared from Lu Qingshan's vision.

Taking a long breath, Lu Qingshan led Qin Yitian and turned to the teleportation circle in the city.

Naturally, he didn't know that he had already passed by under the eyes of the underworld monk who was staring at him.

On this trip, Lu Qingshan's destination is very simple and clear.

Transfer the magic circle through Yunlin City and pass it directly to Xiaowan City.

Xiaowan City is one of the large cities established by Daxia in the Western Regions.

And in this prosperous big city, there is a dense land of practice subordinate to Daxia.

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