The white fox also realized that the situation was dangerous and did not dare to leave immediately. He was worried that there would be an ambush outside and hid in Qin Lang's stomach for a night. Qin Lang was extremely calm and continued to paint the portrait to end the long night. The little fox was always very obedient and stayed in his stomach motionless, for fear of disturbing him.

Dawn finally arrived. Qin Lang opened the door and came outside. The room where the murder occurred next door yesterday had been sealed. Someone was cleaning the room on the west side, but Gu Xiefei, a fat monk who had been living in the House of Residential Life for 30 years, had already left last night. This guy walked in a hurry and owed the house of Residential Life for three months.

Qin Lang decided to send the white fox for a ride, pretended to be in a morning exercise and walked out of the Sentimental Academy, came to the forest behind, looked around, and was sure that there was no one around, so he opened his mouth.

The white fox crawled out of Qin Lang's mouth and stopped for a moment in front of him. He looked at him with blue eyes and lowered his snow-white head three times, which was regarded as a salute to Qin Lang, and then turned into a white light and threw himself into the mountains and forests filled with morning mist.

Qin Lang stretched out his body, and several figures behind him walked towards him. One of them was the one who was working and leisurely. Work and leisurely said coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Qin Lang asked back, "Can't you come here?"

Lao Yiping said: "My master is looking for you!"

Qin Lang followed Lao Yiping to a quiet courtyard in the Academy of All living beings. Pan Yuqi was doing morning class in the quiet room. Lao Yiping asked Qin Lang to wait in the yard. This wait took half an hour.

Finally, when Pan Yuqi came out, he greeted Qin Lang and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Qin Lang smiled: "Mr. Pan has something to ask me for?"

Pan Yuqi said, "That's right. I was not qualified to enter Jiuyou Sect as you were, but the sect leader was open to you and decided to keep you in Jiuyou Sect for the time being. You can clean up and go to Feiyundu where I picked you up yesterday and wait. My uncle will take you there later."

Qin Lang was secretly happy. It seemed that Bai Yu Palace did not break his promise. He had only been one night to solve the problem. He thanked Pan Yuqi and was about to go back. Pan Yuqi said again: "By the way, have you ever met Gu Xiefei?"

Qin Lang shook his head. It would be better to ask questions and ignore them when encountering such a thing. The more you know, the easier it is to make mistakes.

Pan Yuqi said: "He suddenly went down the mountain last night, and he didn't know why?"

After Qin Lang left, Lao Yiping came to his master and whispered: "Master, I clearly saw him and Gu Xiefei were together last night. They seemed to be very good."

Seeing that Pan Yuqi had no expression, he leaned over and said, "Master, don't you find it strange? Gu Xiefei left immediately after the murder case last night, and this person came just last night, I suspect..."

Pan Yuqi interrupted: "He was taken up the mountain by his junior sister, so there should be no problem."

Lao Yiping said: "I really want to make an exception and accept him into the game?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Pan Yuqi's lips: "Are you so low in the threshold of Jiuyou Sect?" But he sighed in his heart that he was calm and had no eyes, and he could not even see through a dead soul wearing armor barrier. The four generations of Jiuyou Sect's disciples are really inferior to the other.

Qin Lang had nothing to clean up. After tidying up, he came to the place where he separated from Baiyu Palace last night. Feiyundu was a natural platform convex towards the sea of ​​clouds. There were no guardrails around him. Walking on it, the wind and clouds were surging, and every step was terrifying. If you accidentally fall into the abyss, you may fall into a thousand feet of abyss. Every year, someone will fall here.

There are many seekers nearby who have different postures, either standing, sitting or lying, absorbing the spiritual energy in the mountains in the way they think they are the most effective.

Everyone is immersed in the world of their own cultivation, ignore each other, and even meet each other, they will ignore each other. In the past, Qin Lang heard that people who practiced do not recognize each other's relatives, but now they have seen it with their own eyes.

Qin Lang sat on the platform, watching the sea of ​​clouds churning ahead. Because of the cloudy sky, he could not see the sun. Looking up, Jiuyou Peak was covered by lead-gray clouds. The White Jade Palace must be at the top of the peak at this time and had already seen her master. I wonder if he would meet her again today?

While I was thinking about it, the dark clouds above my head rolled and separated to the sides, and a white light was cast from the cracks, making it look more and more sacred against the dark clouds.

Qin Lang looked up and saw Hua Yunlou standing on the white bone boat, breaking through the dark clouds and slowly landing. He has to admit that every time Hua Yunlou appears, it is like an immortal descending to earth, and he has a halo on his body. His age should be over 60 years old, but because of his cultivation, he looks like a young man in his twenties, and the appearance of a monk cannot be judged by ordinary people.

Qin Lang said respectfully: "Hello Mr. Hua!"

The Bone Boat had already arrived in front of him, and Hua Yunlou said calmly: "Come up."

Qin Lang climbed onto the White Bone Boat and thought to himself that Hua Yunlou, as the junior brother of the sect leader and the seventh-ranked person of Jiuyou Sect, arranged for him to welcome and send him off and acted as a ferryman. No wonder he had a stern face all day long. It was probably because his work was not going well, and he was the same if he was himself. He was so respectful of his identity and was not a driver here to welcome and send him off. The key is that no one paid yet.

Qin Lang sat down, grabbed one side of the Bone Boat with both hands. It was the second time he had been riding the Bone Boat shortly after he arrived in Jiuyou Peak. He always felt that he was missing a seat belt.

Hua Yunlou held his hands behind him, and the White Bone Boat was constantly tilting under his control, at a sixty-degree angle to the horizontal plane. Qin Lang was worried that he would fall down, so he grabbed the side of the boat with both hands. The White Bone Boat began to ascend and soon entered the dark clouds.

The cold raindrops rushed towards him, and Qin Lang did not dare to move. In a blink of an eye, he was soaked like a chicken. Looking at the Huayun Tower, he still stood motionless on the white bone boat, with his hands behind him, with a graceful manner and graceful manner. Although the rain in the clouds was fierce, no drop fell on him. This pretended to be a bit skillful and profound. The more he was now, Qin Lang would be as embarrassed as he was.

The tilting angle of the White Bone Boat was getting bigger and bigger, almost flying up against the steep mountain of Jiuyou Peak. Just when Qin Lang thought his body was about to fall out of the White Bone Boat, his speed suddenly slowed down. The front end of the White Bone Boat sank down, and the boat body became horizontal. The white Bone Boat was driving so thrilling that it was a bit crazy roller coaster.

Qin Lang looked up and saw that after crossing the dark clouds, he could finally see the peak of Jiuyou Peak. At the top of the peak, the Tongtian Pavilion where the sect master lived was. However, they were still far away from the peak. The White Bone Boat did not choose to continue to climb up, but instead moved horizontally, and the speed was significantly slowed down, because most of the time they were traveling through the clouds and mist, and they didn't know where they were.

Qin Lang said curiously: "Mr. Hua, where are we going?"

Huayun Louge: "Back Mountain."

"What are you doing when you go to the back mountain?" Qin Lang thought Huayun Tower would take him to the top of the mountain to meet the sect leader Yue Yangtian.

Hua Yunlou gave him a silent back.

The northern slope of the back mountain is shrouded in the shadows all year round. The place where Huayun Tower sends Qin Lang to is called Ningcuiya. This is the back mountain of Jiuyou Peak and the location of Jiuyou Sect’s workshop.

There are many disciples under the sect of the Jiuyou Sect, and their food and clothing are usually managed by special institutions, so different places have been opened on the mountain to be responsible for logistics supply, which is one of them.

Ningcuiya is a workshop responsible for providing various instruments. Xiao Kaibi, known as the ghost craftsman, is responsible for it. The ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi is a special identity. In addition to the work here, he is also one of the four major guardians of Jiuyou Sect, in charge of supervision of punishment. In other words, if a disciple of Jiuyou Sect violates the rules of the sect, he will be directly responsible for the punishment.

Huayun Tower parked the white bone boat on the other side of Sandu Bridge and threw it to Qin Lang a white jade plaque: "You go."

Qin Lang held the jade sign and said, "Will Mr. Hua send me over?"

Hua Yunlou's words are as beautiful as gold. He thought he had already explained it clearly and refused to say a word more. He looked up at the sky with a cold expression.

Qin Lang had no choice but to get off the Bone Boat, and Hua Yunlou immediately controlled the Bone Boat to leave.

Qin Lang looked up at the high peak. The environment here seemed to be worse than that of the Academy of All living beings. At least there were seekers everywhere in the Academy of All living beings, and there were white jade steps leading to Tongtian Pavilion. There seemed to be no roads here to reach the mountain, and there was no road to go down the mountain. Qin Lang couldn't help but remember the deserted island where he was trapped, and felt that he had encountered the fate of being isolated from the world again.

Sandu Bridge is right in front of it. Although the name contains the word "bridge", it is actually a naturally formed stone beam, spanning between two steep cliffs, ten feet long and three feet wide. Walking on it, the mountain wind blows.

Looking up at the dark clouds, looking down at the white fog everywhere. When the mountain wind blew, the white fog like milk flowed rapidly under the bridge, making people feel as if they saw time passing by minute by second. Qin Lang walked carefully through the Sandu Bridge, trying to walk in the center, for fear of being blown down the bridge by the violent mountain wind.
Chapter completed!