In the dimly lit cell, a young man in red clothes can be seen hugging a pretty and weak female cultivator in a colorful dress. Looking from a distance, the handsome and talented beauty seems to be rubbing her ears and temples together, and the atmosphere is charming.
Such a scene made the young prodigy who had yelled in anger when the old ghost appeared became so angry that he roared and roared again.
Although he clearly knew that the appearance of the young man hugging the young girl meant that the crisis of the ghost attack had been resolved, what he wanted to do at this moment was to be grateful instead of scolding, or he could not control the anger gushing out from his chest.
"He is healing Su Zhenzhuan. What am I calling?"
A green light shone in the cell. The young man turned around, and everyone immediately saw the female cultivator in his arms. Her whole body was wrapped in a layer of green energy that contained rich vitality, and she turned a pitiful red color.
Blood color is gradually appearing on her pretty face.
"he……"
Seeing that scene, I originally wanted to roar and curse Feng Qing'an for taking advantage of others' danger and being a shameless young genius, but I was suddenly speechless.
But even if he knew whether Feng Qingan had good intentions, whether he had saved the person he admired from the evil spirit of a ghost, whether Ru Ming was healing his wounds, whether the jealousy and envy in his heart still surged uncontrollably.
It came out, filled his heart, and impacted his remaining shaky sanity.
There was nothing we could do about it. In the short time we had known Feng Qingan, the image that Feng Qingan had established in the minds of their group of people was indeed not that positive.
If I'm not asking for a description, he's suave and bohemian, which sounds good, but if you want to put it another way, he's a lecherous person who doesn't hold back on the flesh and blood. After all, he even touches the ghosts and ghosts in his oil.
Neither of them disliked it, and the hookup was very successful.
"Let him go, he'll be fine!"
In the uncovered cell, he was held in the arms of a young man of the same age, and watched by dozens of Taoists who were familiar with him.
Even if she has a cold temperament like Su Qingying, or has a flawless face carved from ice jade, the red clouds will rise and she will appear charming and gorgeous for a moment.
But such an appearance made the young man who admired the true inheritance of the Bing Palace feel jealous. Even though he knew that he was in a good state at the moment, he did not exert control and allowed cracks to appear in his Taoist heart.
"Be careful, I'm too weak now!"
Sensing the sharp sword-like gaze on his body, he wished he could pierce holes in his body, but Feng Qing'an not only didn't care, but deliberately adjusted the angle slightly.
Almost catching the gaze of the young prodigy, he gently put Su Qingying out of his arms, and then held on to her weak and boneless shoulders, infusing her with every trace of Yimu Qingqi, and replenishing her with roasted food.
The wounded vitality.
Such an intimate gesture suddenly made many true successors look strange, and some true successors who were familiar with Su Qingying also felt a little weird.
Because they have not seen the arrogant and arrogant true successor of the Ice Palace, who has favored any monk in the past years. She has always been unfaithful to male cultivators. How come Mingyue has changed so much?
Could it be that the wrong party saved her from fire and water when she was in danger, and then broke her heart? It made her love, so she didn't shy away from such an intimate act?
Although the routine of a hero rescuing a beauty is old, no one can point out its ingenuity, because the routine is good enough, so it can be used to death by people. It has been tried and tested repeatedly and has miraculous results.
"Um!"
Su Qingying, who had already secretly communicated with Feng Qing'an and reached an agreement secretly, ignored those strange looks. How could she care about other people's opinions when she was practicing and seeking the Tao? Only by moving forward courageously could she have a chance to realize the Tao and live forever.
"Qingying! How could I..."
Seeing that the color of the Ice Palace's face was gradually returning to the true heir, but he did not break free from the thick leg palms of the shameless man on his shoulders, a certain young prodigy felt that his heart was broken, and something indestructible was emitting a crisp sound.
The sound of cracking.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, he doesn't remember that he and I are familiar enough to call each other by our names!"
Before the young man finished speaking, Su Qingying frowned. If the ice-cold snow-capped mountains remained forever, she would freeze all those who tried to approach her.
"Fellow Daoist Su, he..."
"Okay, no need to explain. Su Zhenzhuan Ruming has not been seriously injured and needs to rest. It is not advisable to talk to others too much, so as not to disturb the mind. Come, Qingying, he will help me walk to the east to rest!"
Originally, Feng Qing'an wanted to behave himself, but somehow, there was a guy who made him hostile because of his normal behavior. Feng Qing'an couldn't help but develop a rebellious mentality, and began to cross the red line.
Wanton fear.
"..."
Su Qingying said nothing, and walked cross-legged with Feng Qing'an's support. In the process, even if Feng Qing'an had made an overstep, she did not make any sound, as if she had acquiesced.
.
"Tsk!"
Feng Qing'an was already prepared to be scolded by the Ice Palace true disciple, but he didn't expect that his opponent could be so forbearing. His current identity was not just a young man with a reputation, but he also had two ladies.
of a married man.
Although neither sister nor sister has publicly acknowledged her relationship with him, since substantial results have been achieved, those false claims don't matter.
"Feng Qing'an, I don't just take care of Su Zhenzhuan, I also look at them. Can I let them out?"
Although the atmosphere in the cage of the underground palace was a bit strange, his desire for freedom overcame everything in the end, and Xin Fu broke the charming and somewhat weird atmosphere in the underground palace.
As soon as these words came out, many eyes fell on Feng Qing'an, no longer paying attention to Su Zhenzhuan, who seemed to be slightly different from those in the past.
No matter how you look at it, the condition of the wrong party is gradually improving. And after what happened just now, in which he was coerced by a supreme ghost king and almost died, there were some unusual changes from the past months, which are also outside the normal scope.
In comparison, Dong's own bleak future is worthy of concern. The old ghost guard who wanted to persecute them has been dealt with. So what will they face when they come to Dong, and the wrath of Wei Xianxian?
Taking into account Feng Qing'an's identity, Bu Nao didn't seem to have much to worry about. In this case, could they come out? Although it would also challenge the majesty of Wei Xianxian, it would not be possible if fellow Taoist Feng
Are you particularly favored in front of ghosts and fairies?
"Shit, what are we going to do when we come in? Don't you have an idea in your mind? It's fine if you haven't been caught. Now that you've been caught on the spot, you've only been locked up for a long time and you want to let us out. What do you think we are doing?
place?"
Feng Qing'an was angry. No matter what, he would still favor Donghuang. Donghuang's face was ruined, so he had to make up for it. He could not let Donghuang's face be ruined.
"How long do you plan to imprison them, Lord Wei Dong?"
Xin Fu's eyes lit up and he asked more questions.
It's good to have a time limit, but if there's no time limit, just do whatever you want.
"Well, he remembered that each of us was sentenced based on what he had done. Everyone's sentence was different. Some were not one and some were not two. The most serious one seemed to have been sentenced nearly a year ago.
Ten armors!"
"Jijiazi?!"
Feng Qingan's words made some people couldn't help but break their voices.
For those young prodigies, the time of ten years is already unimaginably long, even if the eldest among them has rarely reached the age of sixtieth birthday.
"Very good."
"One month is too long."
It was obvious that a group of monks who were preparing to form elixirs suddenly started shouting together after hearing the sentence of one year. That time was too long.
"It will take a long time, but the sentence can be reduced!"
"Reduced sentence?"
"How about reducing the length of detention? When our sentences are over, we will naturally be able to be released. At that time, all grievances will be wiped out and all of us can regain our freedom."
Feng Qingan explained seriously.
Did Donghuang let him find a suitable opportunity to release all those guys? After all, they have been locked up in her place, and it is easy to offend the old guys in the cultivation world. She really doesn't want to make mistakes with those old antiques now, although she herself
Neither.
After Feng Qingan thought about it for a while, he decided not to squeeze out the remaining value of Yidong and them before releasing those geniuses. If those guys fell into his lap, they would not explode.
The benefits are really hard to come by.
"What can be done to reduce the sentence?"
Xin Fu, the True Master of the Floating Life Realm, was just like someone whom Feng Qingan had hired with money. He had just finished explaining and asked impatiently.
"Well, it's very simple. Some cultivation methods, secret techniques, magical powers, etc. that we don't use can reduce the sentence."
Feng Qing'an's face became a little thinner, and after coughing dryly, he asked for a reduced sentence.
"Oh, you shameless person, who do you think my tricks can hide from anyone?"
Some people are willing to praise it, but some people are trying to undermine it. It is the young prodigy that Su Qingying has a deep admiration for. He looks like that, and his appearance is natural. His eyebrows are slanted, his temples are as sharp as a knife, his face is like a crown jade, and his eyes are like a crown jewel.
Langxing.
"That old ghost just now was directed and acted in a play arranged by me!"
"Well, ah, I'm so smart, I guessed it all wrong!"
Seeing the promising young prodigy, Feng Qingan waved his leg casually, with no intention of arguing with him. Who in the right mind would argue with the meat and fish on the chopping board?
"Everything we are going through now was not arranged by him, including the fact that we were beaten like ghosts and taken into the dungeon, so do you want to beg out?"
"After you are let out by me, will you be caught by me again and played with by me like a red idiot?"
The extraordinarily handsome genius sneered again and again. The more he looked at Feng Qing'an, the more displeased he became. He wished he could smash the corners of Feng Qing'an's mouth, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, to pieces.
"..."
As soon as these words came out, the underground palace suddenly fell into silence. On the premise that the parents' pressure box legs were ineffective, there really was no way for their group to effectively pay Wei Xingxian.
Even if everyone holds an immortal weapon, it's useless. The gap in realm can be smoothed out by those powerful weapons. And are they the only ones who have immortal weapons? It's not like others don't.
"Feng Qing'an, please ask if you can practice law, including magical powers and secret arts? Who will judge the value? What is the period of commutation of the sentence?"
"Just ask him for anything he thinks will be useful."
As things turned out, Feng Qingan stopped pretending. Anyway, all the benefits from those geniuses were going to him at first, but Donghuang was not interested in them.
"Feng Qing'an, he begged to get out. Come here and let me see if they can reduce his sentence!"
It was still Xin Fu, it was as if he had collected Feng Qing'an's black money in advance, and he was extremely cooperative, even if Feng Qing'an almost blew himself up.
"Then let him take a look..."
Feng Qingan unceremoniously took the pile of jade dishes handed over by Xin Fu. He knew that those guys were of great benefit. Even if they were in a sect where most magical powers could not be passed on, there were also some
Income from one's own travels is not subject to sect restrictions.
That's what Feng Qing'an was focusing on. It just happened to let Donghuang see how the magical powers and secrets in the spiritual world evolved during the time she was asleep.
"Wrong. How many years will his sentence be?"
After handing over all the jade plates in his legs, Xin Fu realized what he was doing and asked more questions.
"What sentence? In view of my excellent performance, he announced that I can go out now!"
Crunch~
The sour metal friction sound was raised. In the confused state of the floating life real disciple, the spiritual gold fence in front of him slowly rose with a roar. There was no obstacle in front of him, and he could now step into the aisle.
, and then follow the exit that is just around the corner and leave there.
"He can leave then?"
Xin Fu looked at Feng Qing'an in disbelief. Happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't react for a moment. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qing'an, because he
It didn't bring out the really good stuff at the bottom of the box.
"Any time."
After saying that, Feng Qing'an also followed him and wandered around in other cages. After setting a precedent, other Taoist disciples no longer remained silent and called out Feng Qing'an's name, begging for their sentences to be reduced and for their release.
Magical powers and secrets are extremely precious for casual cultivators. There is basically no room for choice. You can practice whatever you can get. It is different for the prodigies of the big sects. Not to mention that everyone in their own sect practices it.
It's not over, and once in a while a strange encounter occurs, my head will almost burst with seeds.
Therefore, even if Feng Qing'an's request was so blatant, no one would expose it and he would cooperate very consciously.
"Give me."
When Feng Qingan walked to Hua Qingyu's cage, the Xingxu Daozhen was enshrined in a jade slip shining with starlight. Different from the thick stacks of other geniuses, there was one in front of Feng Qingan.