Qin Dongxue took Lingyun to walk on a quiet path south of the village. There are two rows of tall trees on both sides of the road, each of which is as thick as a trunk. The crown is tall and dense, and it grows densely over the heads of the two, completely covering the sky above the road.

Thirty meters south of here is a river more than ten meters wide, flowing from west to east, and the river water is rare to be clear.

After Qin Chunfeng's house came out, neither of them spoke at the beginning and walked silently until after walking a distance, Qin Dongxue suddenly spoke, breaking the silence of the late night.

She slowed down, looked at the trees beside the road, and finally looked up at the canopy above her head: "This kind of tree is called Sophora, the most common in central and southern Shaanxi, is the city tree in Xi'an."

"But in terms of year, the two rows of trees in Shaanxi should be the oldest. The youngest tree here is more than three hundred years old. That is the original tree that my Qin family's ancestors replanted it again after it died."

Intentionally or unintentionally, Qin Dongxue actually told Lingyun about the history of ancient Qin Village.

Ling Yun nodded, and he was not surprised at all, because the ancient Qin Village has a history of more than two thousand years and has been here to protect the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum from generation to generation. It is not surprising that the Qin family has such a historical heritage.

Seeing that Ling Yun did not reply, Qin Dongxue sighed in her heart, and she simply stopped: "Lingyun, you are really different from your Qin family and your Ling family."

Ling Yun: "..."

What Ling Yun said really made Ling Yun unable to accept it. Ling Yun thought that could it be the same?

Ling Yun's surname is Ling. When he returned to Ling's family, he would go back to his own family. His grandfather and father were all close relatives of blood. Before he could recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, Ling Lie asked Mr. Cui to send the inheritance of the Ling family to him. Just as he recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, Ling Lie gave him the position of head of the Ling family. Ling Yun alone had the final say in all the affairs of the Ling family.

But the Qin family could not do this anyway.

"This is nothing to do."

Ling Yun froze for a full half minute before saying this.

"Yes, there is nothing I can do about it, so no matter how my family treats you, you always treat yourself as a guest."

Qin Dongxue said with a slight slight .

Ling Yun smiled and said, "It's not what you said. I think it's enough, as long as you should do, you can't delay it."

Qin Dongxue frowned and said, "But, when I see you looking at the wine table, I always feel very different."

"Ha ha……"

Ling Yun was so happy: "Then what do you want me to do? Should I be like Qingshui City, or the same as my Ling family in Beijing? It's impossible."

After a pause, Ling Yun looked up: "Dongxue, in fact, things are not what you think. I think everything is normal. After all, I have just started to get in touch with these people in your family. If you are not familiar with me, you will not be familiar with me. You cannot lose your courtesy."

"When I come to me a few more trips in the future, everyone will be familiar with it, so it will naturally be much better."

Ling Yun flashed, instantly blocking Qin Dongxue's face, looking directly at her: "On the contrary, you are like this, which reminds me of an idiom."

"What idiom?"

Ling Yun said carefully: "Uh...be a thief...be guilty?!"

"You fart, stinky boy!"

Qin Dongxue had a pretty face with Feixia, and she turned her back on the spot, kicking Ling Yun with her foot!

"hey-hey……"

Ling Yun quickly hurriedly avoided with a smile.

"Honestly, where did Xingchen and Xian'er go? Why didn't they come back with you?"

Qin Dongxue chased Ling Yun and asked.

"My mother recalled Xingchen to the Demon Sect General Hall, and there may be something to tell her; Xian'er is now practicing in seclusion in the Fire Mountain."

Ling Yun was in the middle of Zong Yue, and did not forget to send a message to Qin Dongxue what happened after she left.

"Flame Mountain? Which Flame Mountain?!"

Qin Dongxue stopped suddenly and asked in surprise.

"Which other Flame Mountain can it be? In Journey to the West, Tang Monk and his disciples went to the west to obtain scriptures, and the Flame Mountain they passed by."

Ling Yun also stopped in front of him. He took out the last Taixu ring and threw it into Qin Dongxue's hand: "By the way, I'll give it to you."

Qin Dongxue took it in her hand, and her pretty face turned red again.

The Taixu ring is almost exactly the same as the one worn by Ling Yun, but the style is obviously for women, slightly narrower than Ling Yun’s one.

This is the second ring that Ling Yun gave her in just one month.

Qin Dongxue was secretly happy and asked quickly: "Is this your newly refined?"

"kindness."

Ling Yun smiled and said, "This afternoon, I refined three pieces in the Flame Mountain, including one fairy and one iron tiger. This one is for you."

"The space inside is very large, enough for you to use it for a long time. Hurry up and recognize the owner and put it on."

Qin Dongxue glanced at Ling Yun: "You have a conscience!"

However, after she really recognized her master and put on the Taixu ring, she truly realized how great Ling Yun’s conscience was.

"And this one."

After Qin Dongxue was surprised, Ling Yun had a divine thought, and took out another silver flying sword and sent it to Qin Dongxue's hand.

"This flying sword is a top-grade spiritual weapon, and is refined using the flying sword of Kunlun disciples as raw materials; you left too fast that day and didn't have time to give it to you."

Qin Dongxue loves to use swords the most and likes white. At this moment, she saw this top-quality flying sword and couldn't let go. Without thinking, she directly completed the bloody recognition of her master.

Brush brush brush brush...

Then she quickly got started, using her divine thoughts to activate the flying sword to change its size, and shuttled around her like lightning. Finally, she simply stepped on the flying sword, three feet above the ground, and flew with the sword.

brush!

Finally, Qin Dongxue stopped in front of Ling Yun. She pulled out the dragon-patterned sword at her waist, looked at it carefully for a long time, then gritted her teeth and sent it to Ling Yun's hand.

"Give it back to you!"

This is of course the soft dragon-patterned sword that Ling Yun gave to Qin Dongxue, but now he knows that this sword is actually Yin Jiuyou's White Dragon Sword.

"I don't lack weapons, you just need it, why should I give it back to me?"

What Ling Yun lacks the most now is magic weapons.

"This sword was obtained from the sinkhole and your opportunity. How could I ask for it? I have said a long time ago that I will definitely return it to you."

Qin Dongxue said seriously: "Also, this sword is in my hand. Although it can be used and can control it to fly, it is always impossible to handle it. That feeling is more like it takes me to fly, rather than I control it to fly."

Ling Yun felt aroused his heart when he heard this.

What a person he is? I understand at first glance that there is only one reason why Qin Dongxue feels like this, that is, the grade of the White Dragon Divine Sword is too high and she will not be the main one.

Ling Yun remembers that when he was experiencing the tribulation on Diaogui Island, the White Dragon Sword flew into the sky on its own and helped him fight against the Nine Color Tribulation Cloud.

Obviously, Qin Dongxue cannot be in harmony with the White Dragon Sword.

“Okay.”

Thinking of this, Ling Yun stopped refusing and raised his hand to pick up the White Dragon Sword and put it in the Taixu Ring.

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Chapter completed!