An Qingli took Wu Xingyun away and entered another space magic weapon alone.
This Wu Xingyun is a bit pitiful, but after all, it was Wu Xingyun who was abandoned by the Tianyin Sect in the misty jungle.
If An Qingjin had not accepted Wu Xingyun, it is very likely that the ancestor of the Ji family would represent the Ji family and bring this special bloodline into the Ji family.
With such a special bloodline as Wu Xingyun, who would be willing to give her up, let alone return her to the Tianyin Sect.
The two sects have such a big hatred, and they have accumulated so much blood feud by fighting each other. If the Tianyun Sect is so generous as to ignore past grudges, then it is just for the sake of so-called justice, which will make people laugh out loud.
Wu Xingyun hugged his legs and sat in the space magic weapon, feeling extremely complicated.
An Qingli Yufeng headed towards the outskirts of the jungle, followed by eight foundation builders who were unwilling to pay the spirit stones.
In fact, it's not that they can't afford it, but that they can't part with it. Ten pieces of high-grade spiritual stones are indeed too much for them.
Fortunately, the seniors of Tian Yunzong were not too ruthless and allowed them to pursue him desperately.
An Qingli carried two space magic weapons, transmitted sound into one of them, and said to Wu Xingyun inside: "Tell me about you and An Qing Jindan."
Wu Xingyun closed his mouth, not knowing how to speak.
An Qingli raised his eyebrows and said, "Then it's okay if you don't want to say it. I'll send a message to An Qingjin directly."
"I I said."
Wu Xingyun bit her lip and began to talk about her and An Qingjin, but she was very careful with her words and didn't say a few words.
An Qingli didn't understand why, so he asked: "Why did you come out of Tianyun Sect? An Qingjin is not good to you?"
Wu Xingyun lowered his head and said, "Very good."
An Qingli asked again: "Very good, why don't you leave?"
Wu Xingyun hesitated: "But I want to try it out on my own."
An Qingli asked again: "Has the result been achieved? How does it feel?"
Wu Xingyun bit his lip, swallowed his sadness and grievance and said, "It's very hard and dangerous."
Especially during this trip, she fully understood the importance of spiritual stones.
Without spiritual stones, even food and accommodation would be a problem, let alone buying magic weapons and talismans for self-defense.
A teleportation talisman cost her a whole year of hard work, but she had to have it for her life.
An Qingli continued: "Do you want to go back to An Qingjin?"
Wu Xingyun hesitated and said, "No, I don't want to."
An Qingli was a little surprised: "Why?"
Wu Xingyun clenched his fists: "I, I, want to go my own way."
"Can't we leave with An Qingjin?"
Wu Xingyun was embarrassed and said: "I am not good enough for him. I am not good-looking and have a soft temper. I am a drag around him."
An Qingli sighed: "You really have a treasure without knowing it. With your bloodline, the black market can dominate. Others are rushing to get it. An Qingjin is the one who found the treasure."
"How do you know my bloodline?" Wu Xingyun was frightened.
An Qingli raised his lips: "My surname is An."
Wu Xingyun was on guard: "Isn't your surname Gong?"
An Qingli smiled again: "When traveling in the world of cultivation, of course there will be more trumpets."
After the conversation with Wu Xingyun, An Qingli informed An Qingjin. After all, the person in the space artifact was An Qingjin’s runaway daughter-in-law. And if they hadn’t met in the jungle, this Wu Xingyun would have been
To die quietly.
Not to mention the red-haired peaks in the daytime, but also the black mantis ants at night, they can make this group of foundation builders very difficult.
An Qingjin was a little surprised when he received the summons from An Qingli, but he still immediately called Yu Jian.
"Qingli, what are you doing?" An Qingjin's voice was a little rough.
An Qingli landed under the tree, set up an isolation barrier, and waited for the group of foundation-building disciples behind him who were desperately chasing after him.
"Cousin, what's wrong with your voice?" An Qingli heard something wrong in the other person's voice.
An Qingjin wiped his beard all over his face and said with a nonchalant smile: "It's okay, I just got beaten up, nothing else."
"Been beaten?" An Qingli let Wu Xingyun, whose spiritual power was blocked, take out the space magic weapon and let him listen to the conversation between her and An Qingjin.
Wu Xingyun heard An Qingjin's voice and also heard An Qingli's voice, and was nervous and surprised.
Unexpectedly, An Qingli, who had made a big fuss in the Qincheng restaurant, would accidentally save her again by some strange combination of circumstances.
And An Qingjin, when I heard his voice again after a few years, I felt like crying for no reason.
There was a hearty smile in An Qingjin's voice: "I was beaten, but it doesn't matter."
"Why were you beaten?" An Qingli asked.
"Ahem!" An Qingjin sighed, "I just looked twice at a female cultivator with a mole at the corner of her mouth, and ended up being chased into the inn by the female cultivator's parents and brothers, and punched several times."
Because An Qingjin had a big beard, he was beaten and scolded by the other party for being old and immoral.
In fact, An Qingjin is not old at the golden elixir stage at such a young age, and is very fresh and tender, but when the other party was angry, he obviously forgot to check his age.
It is also an offense for monks of the same level or lower level to rashly use spiritual consciousness to detect the bone age of another person.
"A female nun with a mole at the corner of her mouth?" An Qingli asked somewhat knowingly, "Could it be related to my cousin-in-law? What's going on?"
Wu Xingyun's eyes were a little red. In the past few years since she left, she had tried her best to control her tears, but now she couldn't help but shed tears.
She knows she is naive and thinks things simply.
Several times, several casual cultivators cast their malicious eyes on her.
It is too difficult for a single female cultivator to walk in the world of cultivation.
There was even one time when a male cultivator directly said that he didn't dislike her appearance and wanted to marry her and have children.
An Qingjin wiped off the long beard that he had deliberately grown, and said in a thick voice: "It's your cousin-in-law. She has a knot in her heart and wants to go out. But with her cultivation and temperament, maybe someone else deliberately betrayed her.
If she is miserable, she can take the initiative to get in. What's more, Xiao Chengzhi and Xiao Wuhuo from the Tianyin Sect are also looking for her everywhere, what will she do if she falls into the hands of those two people? "
Wu Xingyun's face turned pale.
Xiao Chengzhi did not allow betrayal by those around him. Once, a neglected concubine of his had an affair with a monk in the sect, so he was mercilessly executed by him, and he also left her to Xiao Wuhuo to practice evil skills.
Although one of these two brothers is an orthodox music practitioner and the other is an evil practitioner, they have gotten along quite well since childhood.
If found by these two brothers, would life be worse than death? Xiao Wuhuo would refine the corpse energy after death.
An Qingli glanced at Wu Xingyun, who was pale, and then said to the jade slip: "Cousin, this cousin ran away privately first. What will you do if you find her?"
Wu Xingyun tightened his clothes.
An Qingjin snorted heavily: "What can I do? After all, I forced her first, so forgive her once and make things even. If she does it again. That kind of innocent person is not worthy of me treating her as a Taoist companion.
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Wu Xingyun's fingers trembled, her head was completely lowered, and her expression could not be seen.