Jiuding Mountain is sealed, Qiu Congxue's cultivation is suppressed, and his strength is almost the same as Baili Qingmiao.

Baili Qingmiao pushed away Qiu Congxue's arm and rolled under her to avoid the opponent's attack.

After Baili Qingmiao dodged, she was about to say something, but her face suddenly turned red, and she ran away. After a while, she ran back with a black robe, threw it on Qiu Congxue, and said sideways: "Senior, you... put it on."

"Huh?" Qiu Congxue looked down at her body that was full of flesh and as curvy as Shu Yanyan. Is there anything wrong?

Qiu Tanzhu, who was used to walking around with a skeleton, had long forgotten what it felt like to have a flesh body.

She was still angry, but when Baili Qingmiao avoided her, Qiu Congxue calmed down, knowing that her skills were suppressed and she could not use her true energy, so she did not continue to repay kindness with enmity, but watched Baili Qingmiao's various actions of blushing, running away, and taking clothes with cold eyes.

Qiu Congxue slowly put on her black robe, squinted at Baili Qingmiao, and suddenly asked, "Your name is Baili Qingmiao?"

"Ah, yes." Baili Qingmiao saw that Qiu Congxue was dressed neatly, so she dared to turn around and look at her. "Senior, did you hear me talking to myself when you were unconscious?"

It was not that she spoke, but there was a passage that sounded like text or someone reading a story in her ear telling Qiu Congxue that the woman in front of her was called Baili Qingmiao.

Speaking of it, the name Baili Qingmiao also sounded familiar.

Qiu Congxue was not like Shu Yanyan. Shu was always full of evil ideas and always stabbed people in the back. Qiu Tanzhu could act without talking. No, he also talked, but it was her hungry ghosts who talked.

They were all waiting for an opportunity to assassinate Wen Ren'e. Shu Yanyan was a caring guardian, helping the master to manage the affairs of Xuanyuan Sect, managing the small sects that depended on Xuanyuan Sect, and not forgetting to pick out a few good-looking ones to raise for herself. She took every step carefully to gain Wen Ren'e's trust, just for a moment of pleasure, and drained the life essence of this Mahayana cultivator.

However, Wen Ren'e was blind and truly regarded beauty as dirt. As long as Shu Yanyan showed any intention of seducing her, she would be beaten up, and she has been much more obedient in the past few decades.

On the contrary, Qiu Congxue was also unwilling to accept Wen Ren'e, and never concealed her fighting spirit. She agreed with Wen Ren'e to challenge him once every ten years. So far, Wen Ren'e has broken all her bones five times.

Shu Yanyan said that Qiu Congxue's brain was sucked dry by the evil ghosts of the hungry ghost path. Qiu Congxue's idea was that it was eaten up, and there was a thousand-year-old evil ghost living in her brain, which was her trump card for attack, and she would not use it easily.

Baili Qingmiao... Qiu Congxue pondered for a long time, and finally remembered that Shu Yanyan had mentioned eleven years ago that she was a disciple favored by Wen Ren'e, and wanted to dig out a genius from the Shangqing Sect to practice the ruthless way.

"You are a disciple of Shangqing Sect, Jindan Stage?" Qiu Congxue asked.

"That's right, senior, have you seen me before?" Baili Qingmiao said.

It is true that there is no one who has reached the Jindan Stage at the age of 18, but now Baili Qingmiao is already 29 years old, and it is a bit boring to still be in the Jindan Stage.

"Stretch out your hand." Qiu Congxue ordered. She usually commands a group of ghosts and is used to the tone of command. Fortunately, Baili Qingmiao is well-behaved and respects her as a senior in the Mahayana Stage. He did not doubt anything and obediently extended his hand.

Qiu Congxue felt Baili Qingmiao's pulse, his pupils trembled slightly, and asked: "Great Perfection of the Jindan Stage?"

The first level of the Jindan Stage and the Great Perfection of the Jindan Stage are two completely different concepts. The Great Perfection of the Jindan Stage means that Baili Qingmiao has already stepped half a foot into the threshold of the Yuanying Stage, and only lacks the Yuanying Stage Mental Method and the Heart Demon Tribulation.

A Yuanying Stage less than 30 years old is really gifted. Even a cold-blooded person like Qiu Congxue can't help but cherish his talent.

No wonder the Demon Lord Wen Ren'e wanted to take her as his disciple. If

Baili Qingmiao practiced for a hundred years, he might be able to defeat Wen Ren'e. "If I can't beat Wen Ren'e, can't I still snatch his disciple?" Qiu Congxue looked Baili Qingmiao up and down, making her look frightened.

Baili Qingmiao was afraid, worried that this senior had gone astray. Why did he become crazy after waking up? She carefully tugged at Qiu Congxue's robe and said, "Senior, I have been away from my master for a long time. Senior has recovered, why don't we say goodbye now?"

She didn't mention the life-saving grace at all. For Baili Qingmiao, being able to save the life in front of him was enough.

"Wait!" Qiu Congxue grabbed Baili Qingmiao's collar and said, "Let's go down the mountain together."

Although Qiu Congxue is a thousand years old, she still looks like a girl, with ice-like skin and jade-like bones, black hair scattered on her shoulders, eyebrows like new leaves in February, thin and curved, a pair of phoenix eyes that seem gentle and ruthless, and a cold beauty that is natural.

However, she was too casual. She lifted her robe and stepped forward several times when she was going down the mountain. She acted as if she was still the same skinny Qiu Congxue, not shying

away from others. Baili Qingmiao wanted to cover her face several times, but she was afraid that Qiu Congxue would feel uncomfortable, so she endured it with difficulty.

After finally climbing down the mountain, she immediately said to Qiu Congxue: "Senior, I have a robe. The grade is a bit low, but... at least it can cover my body."

She took out a light green skirt, which was given to Baili Qingmiao by Wen Ren'e. At first, she insisted on not accepting it, but Wen Ren'e forced it to her.

Qiu Congxue put on the clothes. She was tall and slender, with a waist that could be held in one hand, like a slender willow. The skirt was really suitable for her. Baili Qingmiao took a look, and then took out an ordinary jade hairpin bought in the town at the foot of the mountain, tied up Qiu Congxue's long hair, and put on the hairpin.

"Senior is so beautiful." Baili Qingmiao sighed softly.

"What's the use?" After going down the mountain, her power was no longer restricted. Qiu Congxue checked her situation and was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes.

Her realm was indeed restored to its original state, and her magic power was also quite deep, but the ghost energy that she had cultivated with great difficulty was gone, and her body was filled with fairy energy instead. She turned into a scattered fairy!

Qiu Congxue tried to command the wandering souls nearby again, but none of them came.

She clenched her fists. With this body, what could she use to go back to Xuanyuan Sect and compete with Wen Ren'e for the position of Sect Master, and what could she use to teach Shu Yanyan a lesson!

Fortunately, Sect Master Qiu was a determined person. She was able to devote herself to the hungry ghost path and endure the severe pain to embark on the Shura path. Today, she can change to a scattered fairy!

Baili Qingmiao felt relieved after settling Qiu Congxue. She said goodbye to her and wanted to return to the sect, but was grabbed by Qiu Congxue's hair.

"Oh my!" Baili Qingmiao covered her hair and cried softly, "Senior, do you have any other instructions?"

"I remember that you righteous... cough, Shangqing Sect has a rule that you can accept immortals as guest elders. As long as the guest elders are willing to stay in Shangqing Sect and make contributions to Shangqing Sect, they can practice the mental methods left by other guest immortals in the library according to the contribution points." Qiu Congxue asked.

Immortals are extremely special in the world of cultivation. Their skills are higher than those of the Mahayana period. The most powerful immortals can even fight against immortals in the upper realm. Every sect welcomes immortals without sects. Of course, the core mental methods of the sect cannot be handed over to outsiders, but some side door techniques passed down by ancestors can be practiced by immortals. At the same time, guest immortals must also leave their own experience. Over time, Shangqing Sect has retained a lot of immortal mental methods, which is exactly what Qiu Congxue needs.

The Shangqing Sect suffered heavy losses in the battle between good and evil, and they needed a master to take charge. After eating the Ganoderma Lucidum, Qiu Congxue was full of fairy spirit and did not look like a demon cultivator at all. She was confident

that she would be accepted by the Shangqing Sect. Qiu Congxue was determined to become an elder of the righteous path. After establishing her own power in the Shangqing Sect, she returned to the Xuanyuan Sect and continued to challenge Wen Ren'e. "Ah?" Baili Qingmiao was stunned. Why did this senior want to go back to the sect with her?

"Let's go. I'll take you back to the Shangqing Sect."

Qiu Congxue was a decisive woman who kept her word. She disliked Baili Qingmiao's slow flying, so she picked her up with one hand and flew to the Shangqing Sect with a light of escape.

When the two arrived at Shangqing Sect, the evil spirit in Yin Hanjiang's body in the cave was forced out. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Wen Ren'e at a glance.

"Your Excellency!" Yin Hanjiang was about to salute, but Wen Ren'e held his body down and sat back.

Wen Ren'e said indifferently: "Your Excellency has evil spirit in your body, and your body is torn into pieces. I have forced the evil spirit out. Here is the healing pill. You can heal yourself."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Yin Hanjiang accepted the pill, and looked into his dantian with his consciousness. The evil spirit of the Burning Heaven Drum was completely removed, and the remaining injuries were easy to deal with.

After the true energy circulated in his body for thirty-six weeks, Yin Hanjiang's injuries were healed, but the true energy was insufficient. He would slowly cultivate to recover. After he recovered from his injuries, he went to find Wen Ren'e and saw the master standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the waterfall outside.

"Awake?" Wen Ren'e said.

"You are incompetent." Yin Hanjiang knelt down. Not only did he fail to help the master heal his injuries, but he also troubled the master to treat him. He was really incompetent.

Wen Ren'e didn't say anything. He flew out of the cave, followed by Yin Hanjiang. The two left the damp cave.

Wen Ren'e had been helping Yin Hanjiang and himself heal their wounds these days, and had never noticed where this place was. However, he felt the formation he had set up and knew that it was safe. After leaving the cave, he looked around and was sure that this was the mountain gate of the small sect he had gathered. Yin Hanjiang grew up here.

"This is where you practiced swordsmanship." Wen Ren'e looked at the waterfall.

"Your Excellency, do you remember?" Yin Hanjiang asked.

Tonight was a full moon night. The moonlight sprinkled on the two of them, soft and gentle. Yin Hanjiang's face seemed to be covered with a silver light.

Wen Ren'e avoided his gaze and said, "I remember that after we arrived at Xuanyuan Sect, this place belonged to you. Did you give it a name?"

"Yes," Yin Hanjiang walked to the waterfall, squatted down, scooped up a handful of water and said, "I call this place Laoyuetan."

"Catching the moon?"

Yin Hanjiang's eyebrows softened, as if he remembered something very happy. He laughed softly and said, "When I was a child, I practiced sword all the time. I was too tired to move, so I lay beside the waterfall and looked at the sky. Sometimes the moon was crescent, sometimes round, and reflected in the water. At that time, I thought the moon could be scooped up, and I scooped up the moon in the water again and again."

There was a faint smile in his voice. He handed the handful of water in his hand to Wen Ren'e and said, "Later, my hands were steady, and the moon could be scooped up."

Wen Ren'e looked down and saw Yin Hanjiang holding the handful of water with his true energy. The water reflected the full moon in the sky, and he scooped up a small moon in the water for Wen Ren'e.

This was the happiest game in Yin Hanjiang's short and lonely childhood.

Wen Ren'e looked towards Lao Yuetan Lake, and it seemed as if he saw a young child, scooping up water again and again under the moonlight, catching the moonlight that kept escaping.

He stretched out his hand, used his true energy to protect the water, took out a glass cup from his sleeve, and put the water in.

"This full moon, I accept it."

Yin Hanjiang was stunned, watching Wen Ren'e use the magic weapon that was said to be able to hold a river to accept the small ball of water in his hand and hide it in his sleeve. The night wind blew across Yin Hanjiang's face, with a hint of coolness. Yin Hanjiang then realized that his face was burning hot, and even his ears were red.

"Your Majesty, this is nothing." Yin Hanjiang lowered his head and said hesitantly.

Wen Ren'e said with his hands behind his back, "I can't remember some of the past things. I only vaguely know that I grew up in the frontier when I was young. My father and brother were stationed in the military camp all year round, leaving me and my mother. She taught me how to use the halberd. I felt that the halberd was not as elegant and graceful as the long sword, and it was not good-looking enough.

"My mother told me that an inch longer is an inch stronger, and an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Swords and knives are blind on the battlefield. She just hoped that I would have a little more chance to survive, so she taught me to use the halberd.

"Before the age of sixteen, I woke up at the sound of the cock-crow every day, practiced martial arts and studied literature. I wanted to be a general who was both civil and military like my father and brother, and protected the people in the frontier. But I didn't know how to be a child, how to play. I brought you back only to let you practice, and I won't teach you to play."

Yin Hanjiang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He could only stare with his eyes wide open, remembering the completely different Lord at this moment in his heart.

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't have much of a childish heart. This handful of moon is the childhood gifted to me by Protector Yin." Wen Ren'e smiled faintly, "You gave me such a precious thing, I should give you some treasures, is there anything Protector Yin wants?"

"No..."

Yin Hanjiang was about to say that he didn't need it, but he saw Wen Ren'e's slightly smiling expression, and vaguely felt that his refusal at this time would ruin his master's rare good mood.

"I do have a wish." He said softly, "I have always wanted to go back and take a look at the border town where I grew up." "

What's the difficulty." Wen Ren'e said, "Since Protector Yin is going, you can fly on your sword and give me a ride, so that you don't have to wait for you if you are slow."

Yin Hanjiang summoned the Chi Ming Sword, and saw countless blood patterns on the sword. He was confused and wanted to ask a question, but heard Wen Ren'e urging him, so he quickly flew up on his sword and brought Wen Ren'e to the town.

It was already daybreak when they arrived. The two of them hid their figures and landed in the town. Yin Hanjiang was surprised and said, "How could this be?"

The sparsely populated town back then has now become a frontier fortress. The city walls are like iron walls, and the frontier trade has been opened. The people in the town all show a look of wealth and happiness, and the roadside vendors are enthusiastically soliciting business.

"The war between good and evil has brought ten years of recuperation to the human world." Wen Ren'e said, "The spiritual energy is sufficient, natural disasters are rare, and the grassland is not affected by wind and snow. The lives of herdsmen have become easier. They don't have to rob nearby residents of food every autumn and winter. The spiritual veins feed back to the dragon veins, and the capital has nurtured several capable ministers and wise rulers. The trade has been opened, and the frontier trade has enriched the people." Wen Ren'e explained, "Ten years later, it is enough for the original town to become a fortress."

Yin Hanjiang walked to the Martyrs' Shrine, found a general's temple, bought incense, burned incense for the general, and bowed deeply.

Wen Ren'e couldn't help but smile bitterly. After Yin Hanjiang walked out, he asked, "Is this your wish? I am right here. Why are you worshipping the identity I used in the secular world?" " It

's different." Yin Hanjiang looked at the statue carved by later generations for Wen Ren'e and said seriously.