He began to miss the two outsiders with whom he once fell in love and killed each other - Lin Fan and Liu San. No matter how fierce the fight was, it was just a small fight.

But this time, Mo Xuan completely hurt him.

From now on...I can't be that big fool anymore!

Leng Qingqiu clenched his fists, and two puffs of air came out of his nostrils, menacingly.

"Mo Xuan, I want you to be beyond redemption!"

"Who's there?"

The inner disciple who was in charge of sweeping the floor today heard the commotion here, and it seemed that Lingsheng Sect was no longer his long-term residence.

Let's find a place to stay first. After all, idle time is idle. Leng Qingqiu walked quickly around the palace, far away from this old place that once brought him all kinds of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Leng Sheng Sect’s Chief Senior Brother Leng Qingqiu is officially offline...

but!

His personal life has officially begun!

Leng Qingqiu walked out of the sect and glanced at the three familiar yet unfamiliar words on the plaque on the door.

"Ling Sheng Sect"

At this time, his mood became more complicated, and crystal tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. He was stubborn and held on to prevent the tears from flowing down.

Today happened to be the day when the old farmer came to the sect to hand over grain and grass, and the cart full of things made him feel very proud.

"It can be said that...people like Lingsheng Sect all rely on me to support themselves."

As mentioned before, this person is not good at planting, and laziness is also an important factor. The old man thinks that he does not need to do these trivial things.

He saw the desolate Leng Qingqiu, his steps were slow, and his whole body was like a frosted eggplant.

Toward the man, he shouted loudly:

"Qingqiu! Come over here and help me!"

Leng Qingqiu originally wanted to take a detour and leave, but even from a distance, he could feel the burning eyes of the old man. He could not shirk this kindness.

He walked over slowly, with great reluctance as he was already in a bad mood, his eyes wandering unnaturally.

These two people often interacted with each other. Although Leng Qingqiu was lonely and arrogant, the relationship between the old farmer and him was extraordinary.

Come, I will invite Leng Qingqiu to have a little chat.

But this time, Leng Qingqiu's identity has changed. He can no longer chat with the old farmer naturally, and he no longer has the capital...

"Qingqiu, call a few capable disciples to come over and help the old man push the car in. The thing is too heavy and the horse is unwilling to run away."

This is undoubtedly a typical example of which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

Leng Qingqiu broke out in a cold sweat, but his words were very stubborn, as if he was doing the last thing to help the sect.

"I can do it alone..."

He slowly performed his exercises, and a magnificent purple light condensed in his palms.

"rise!"

The carriage jumped directly up and moved slowly to the direction of the dining hall with the air current. The horse also looked like it was in a bad state, hanging leisurely and motionless in the air.

"Give me some strength!"

Leng Qingqiu turned one hand into a finger and waved it gently, causing the carriage to spin in the air. The horses were frightened and neighed in fear.

Everyone in the sect heard the sound and rushed over, yelling:

"This must be the work of that angry Leng Qingqiu! His ghost is still there!"

His ear was very good, and even Leng Qingqiu at the gate could hear what he was saying. At this time, his mentality had completely collapsed, not to mention that he was just trying to do some good things, but he didn't expect that his good intentions were misconstrued.

The fingers gently touched a stream of warm air and entered the horse's body. It suddenly felt like an exploding air bag, filled with an indescribable swelling.

Snap——

The horse didn't care so much. When it felt uncomfortable, he let it out immediately. The sky was filled with purple steam, and the surrounding area was filled with the stench released by the horse. For a while, the entire entrance to the canteen became a methane pool.

The corners of Leng Qingqiu's mouth tilted, revealing a proud smile.

At this moment, the emotions he had accumulated today were finally released. Looking at the outer disciples who were rescuing food and grass, he sneered, turned around and walked out.

The old farmer looked confused. Did this child take gunpowder today? How could he act like a child when he did such a prank in the sect?

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

He was straightforward and wanted to know what kind of medicine Leng Qingqiu was selling in the gourd.

Facing this old friend, Leng Qingqiu was no longer stubborn, and the tears that had persisted all morning completely broke out at this moment.

"Old man... they bullied me... I was kicked out of the sect."

No matter how high Leng Qingqiu's status was or how outstanding his cultivation was, he was always like a child in front of the old farmer.

The old farmer hugged the injured Leng Qingqiu and gently comforted him with his hands, trying to ease his mood.

"Qingqiu, I'm not telling you, you are so crazy that you can't let it go."

He understood very well Leng Qingqiu's inherent aloofness. He was young and promising, and directly entered the inner sect of the Lingsheng Sect. Anyone who put this in his heart would have a sense of arrogance.

But no matter what, Leng Qingqiu left so hastily. He felt that this matter was not that simple.

Leng Qingqiu in her arms squirmed, twitching and crying:

"This Mo Xuan is really a beast! He worked with me to set up Lin Fan and the others, and now he bites me. I can't even defend myself today, it's so embarrassing!!"

"So, you framed Lin Fan and his group for their escape?"

He pushed hard, and Leng Qingqiu was ejected, with a confused look on his face:

"Old man, what's wrong?"

It seemed that Leng Qingqiu did not deny what he had done.

"So you arranged the group of men in black who came to my house?"

Leng Qingqiu in front of him shook his head violently. Although he had always been extravagant, he had a principle:

He won't recognize anything he hasn't done before.

Although he would not admit what he had done because of his stubbornness, these were two completely different things, made out of nothing, and he would not be blamed for it.

During the conversation, he suddenly thought of Mo Xuan.

"Mo Xuan doesn't know if you've seen him before. He often has a bunch of messy people under him, and they talk a lot. I don't know exactly what kind of people they are, but it's most likely them."

The old farmer didn't say much. He walked out with Leng Qingqiu and whispered to him:

"I will definitely find out about this Mo Xuan... Don't worry."

Leng Qingqiu's mood finally improved, and a bright smile spread out on her cold white skin.

"Then thank you, old man!"

He raised his hand and used his mind to slowly pull the carriage back from the dining hall. Since the food and grass had been unloaded by the disciples, the two of them had to get the carriage back, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go anywhere.

The empty car drew a purple arc in the sky, and the horse jumped in the air with a very abstract expression.

Whoosh——

The carriage slowly descended in front of the two of them, raising a puff of smoke and dust that fell around them, making them unable to see clearly.

Snap!
Chapter completed!