Song Yiren slowly recited a White Lotus Pure Bliss Sutra, and a slight relief appeared from Lou Qingfeng's face.

"The old mother without birth is vacuumed."

Lou Qingfeng knelt in front of Song Yiren, folded his hands together, pointed his head at the ground, and placed it in front of Song Yiren's feet.

No matter who sees it, he will not feel that this is a kind of coercion caused by rank differences, but a kind of devotion from the heart.

Mei Qingxuan carefully investigated. Although she was already a master, a cold air still ejaculated in her heart.

"Get up." Song Yiren turned around domineeringly and sat on the backrest chair. Lou Qingfeng respectfully bent over and did not dare to look at Song Yiren's cheeks directly.

"Send the order and let someone search for suspicious people nearby." Song Yiren dragged his head with one arm and ordered Lou Qingfeng.

When Lou Qingfeng raised his head again, his eyes had already returned to a clear and bright look, but he didn't look like he wanted to disobey.

"Yes, what else does the saint have to do?" Lou Qingfeng asked carefully, but Song Yiren looked at Lou Qingfeng in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Who is behind Yuelai Inn?" Song Yiren suddenly asked.

This made Mei Qingxuan, who had restrained his breath and eavesdropped on the side, lifted up his ears and listened intently.

"Yes... the ground..." Lou Qingfeng had to answer without any hesitation, but the intermittent voice could only spit out two words, and then he vomited blood, and the true energy went backwards and fell into a coma.

Song Yiren looked at the top master who had become such a top master who had just leaked his mouth, and sneered.

"What a Ksitigarbha who hides in the turbid world, waiting for the heaven to move on to the ghost path? I should do this too."

However, Song Yiren suddenly looked at the room beside her. Without any hesitation, she broke the wall in her palm and broke into the compartment directly.

However, the compartment was silent and could not be seen by half a figure. Song Yiren looked ugly and smelled the smell in the air.

A faint smell of grass and forests is very common in southern Xinjiang. People who walk in the woods all year round will have it.

Mei Qingxuan, who flew away, knew that she had run a hundred and twenty miles before she sat on the branches of a big tree to rest.

"What a strange guy, he obviously doesn't have any real energy cultivation? But when he moves, he is the top master's cultivation? This is how the Taoist demon seed is practiced? I remember what my master's wife said, why doesn't it look like it at all?"

Mei Qingxuan thought about it again, leaning against the tree and giggled alone: ​​"This guy is really not simple. You shouldn't behave like a person? A ghost thing? What a ghost thing, White Lotus Sect!"

Mei Qingxuan was very excited about the vest that Song Yiren dropped. In the past time, when I occasionally talked about this woman, I always had a kind of fog on her body.

In fact, this was also discovered by Mei Qingxuan first. She asked many people, but everyone's evaluation of Song Yiren is different. Even her own subjective understanding of her own heart cannot perfectly express Song Yiren's inner self.

This is very scary, which means she is hiding herself? She is hiding her true self.

Including the White Lotus Saint Song Yiren whom she saw before, Mei Qingxuan was quite happy? But now when he calmed down, he felt that he could not make a conclusion.

Can she be the saint of Miaojiang? Naturally, she can also be the saint of the White Lotus Sect? Of course, she was also the Miss Song Family? The wife of the head of the Young Master of the Jungle has not passed.

Mei Qingxuan looked at the sky, then glanced at the town in the distance, turned around and flew into the forest. It was still early, so she could still have some fun.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the border area between western Shu and southern Xinjiang became lively. There was no habit of drinking Laba porridge in the Central Plains.

But today is the beginning of the Gu market that lasts for fifteen days. Of course, such Gu markets are not valued in southern Xinjiang, but most of the people who come to buy Gu are from the Daxing Dynasty, and occasionally there are people from the Western Regions.

Mei Qingxuan changed into clothes, a simple and elegant red and white cotton jacket, a tiger-skinned cat on his head, and a very rare white tiger cloak on his back. On his right waist was a beautiful warm jade pendant and a small bluestone statue. He carried a wooden sheath sword in his hand, but it looked incompatible with this outfit.

Inside and out, it is made by Mei Qingxuan himself. The handicraft master Mei Qingxuan is not a fan of it.

Mei Qingxuan was panicking on the street, just like yesterday, and walked to a grain shop on the corner of the street.

Then he received the news and walked towards Yuelai Inn. Song Yiren was like that yesterday, so why don’t he change the place today?

If it weren't for Mei Qingxuan, he would have killed him directly. Your hidden cultivation is indeed amazing, but he is just a top master.

The knock on the door sounded, and Song Yiren woke up from meditation, with anxiety in her eyes, instead of asking in fear, "Who is it?"

Mei Qingxuan almost laughed. Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills! Is Song Yiren so capable, right?

"Youhuanggu." Mei Qingxuan also turned cold and pretended to be garlic, who wouldn't know how to do it?

Mei Qingxuan pretends to be autistic! That’s what the master’s wife said, autism means self-closure, and it manifests itself as not talking. Mei Qingxuan feels that she is autistic.

Song Yiren's heart moved. It was 8th day of the twelfth lunar month, but she revealed the news yesterday. The time for her choice has come. She can not open the door. Now she is absolutely safe in Yuelai Inn.

But if the door is not opened, what if it is someone sent by Tian Qi?

Helpless, Qiantian is not. The reason why Ali was willing to let Song Yiren go is nothing more than that she, Song Yiren, is not the one who doesn’t care at all. At least, as long as she is sincere to Tian Qi, it is enough.

When the door was pushed open, Song Yiren was stunned. What a beautiful woman, she had a breath that was beyond the world.

Looking at Mei Qingxuan's familiar frown and the bluestone pendant that was impressed by her waist, Song Yiren recognized the person.

"Qingxuan?" Her voice was a little excited. Her eyes also turned red in an instant, but there was a soft look in her eyes from the inside to the outside.

"Very familiar with you?" Mei Qingxuan was filled with joy. She used to like to say two words, but later she gradually stopped communicating.

After looking at the arm that was caught, with a look of displeasure on his face, Song Yiren let go of her arm in embarrassment. She said at a loss: "Come in and sit down, long time no see."

"Well, traitor." Mei Qingxuan spoke directly, and searched and pulled out the blood-drinking sword. He put it on Song Yiren's neck.

Song Yiren had figured out the reason in an instant. She thought about it according to Mei Qingxuan's way of thinking and quickly understood the reason why the other party hated her.

"I have trouble, the young master has forgiven me."

Mei Qingxuan gathered his sword and returned to the sheath, and the sword energy was thriving. The person surveillance opposite Song Yiren's room was stabbed through by the sword energy.

"This... Qingxuan, you..." Song Yiren didn't expect that this would be the result. Mei Qingxuan seemed to be a top master with a move!

"Check it out and set off!"
Chapter completed!