The only way

Chapter 347
The cloud has no heart to go out of Xiu, and the bird knows to return when it is tired.

When Lingchu stood under the tall mountain gate of Sanqing Daozong again, his jade-like face was filled with joy.

The girl with open arms, long sleeves hanging down, bright wrists and hands, slender waist, and a long green dress closed her eyes.

The long eyelashes covered the clear eyes, and the pale pink lips lifted up.

Lingchu took a deep breath, and his face was full of fresh spiritual power.

On the shoulders, the snow-white kitten imitated its master's movements, its pink nose shrugged, its strange-colored pupils blinked, and it lifted its head and took a deep breath.

Aura, a long-lost strong aura.

Qing Kong also flicked her tail happily, and subconsciously shook her pretty wings.

Zhenjun Duanyi stood with his hands behind his back, standing behind Lingchu, watching the little apprentice and her spirit beast, with a calm and indifferent expression, and secretly twitched in his heart.

Fortunately, my little apprentice looks good, otherwise he would look like this
Shaking his head secretly, Zhenjun Duanyi walked into the sect first, Lingchu only felt a gust of wind blowing by his side, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Master had already floated several feet away.

Not daring to delay, Lingchu bent his jade-like clear eyes, suppressed the joy in his heart, and walked into the sect with a calm and indifferent appearance just like a master.

"Meet the master!"

"Hello, uncle!"

The disciples of the Sanqing Daozong had very good etiquette and manners. When the master and the disciple passed by, everyone who was under the foundation would call them respectfully.

Those above the foundation will respectfully salute to Zhenjun Duanyi.

As Yuanying Zhenjun, Duanyi Zhenjun looked like an expert, and countless disciples saluted along the way. Duanyi Zhenjun always kept his brows still, his phoenix eyes were calm, and he walked with his hands behind his back.

Lingchu doesn't have the confidence of Master, but whenever someone greets her and salutes, Lingchu always bends his eyes and smiles, nodding his head very softly in response, taking no trouble.

She hasn't been back to the sect for a long time, not to mention seeing the living disciples, even seeing a tree raised in the sect, she feels very kind.

When the master and apprentice left, the disciples behind gathered together in twos and threes, whispering.

"Brother, are those two seniors from our sect? Who is that uncle in Tsing Yi?"

There was a young male disciple who was blushing and full of curiosity.

The male disciple who heard the younger brother's question looked older. Hearing the words, there was a look of reminiscence on his face, "The one in the purple clothes is the Nascent Soul Elder Duanyi Zhenjun of the Inner Mountain Taiqing, and the one in the green clothes Girl, among the disciples, that is a very famous existence! Do the Bingyu Shuangshu know?"

"Bingyu Shuangshu?" The male disciple who asked was a little dazed.

On the other hand, the disciple with pricked ears exclaimed, "I know, I know! The Bingyu Shuangshu are the two female disciples with the highest qualifications and the most beautiful looks in the past hundred years of our Sanqing Daozong! One is the ice beauty Zhan Taimingyue, Born with phantom spirit bodies, one is the jade beauty Yu Lingchu, and the immortal wood spirit root. Both of them, no matter their talent or appearance, are rare in a hundred years!"

The older senior brother nodded, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, he and Bingyu Shuangshu are the same batch of disciples who started, but his aptitude is not mediocre, now in his thirties, he is still trapped in Qi refining In the peak state, I don't know if I can successfully break through the foundation building before forty.

As for Yu Lingchu who just passed by, although the aura on his body has subsided, he did not deliberately conceal it. That level of state is not weaker than that of the middle stage of foundation establishment, and perhaps he has already reached the late stage of foundation establishment.

Thinking of this, the older brother became even more silent.

Regarding this, the disciples next to him didn't know about it, but one of the female disciples suddenly showed a surprised look on her face, then turned her head and quickly left the place, heading for the disciple's residence.

And the disciples in place are still discussing.

"However, about five years ago, both of these two fell into the cracks in space. Many disciples felt that it was only a disaster, but unexpectedly, they came back well."

"It's a good thing, but I think today's Sanqing Secret Report will definitely become popular."

"Extremely extreme, but I don't know if the other sister of the Bingyu Shuangshu is safe or not. It would be a pity if something happened."

Lingchu didn't know about the discussions among the disciples in Outer Mountain, but they didn't escape Zhenjun Duanyi's ears.

Zhenjun Duanyi listened to the discussions of the disciples along the way with great interest, and knew that the return of his little disciple was like a drop of water falling into the sea, and it would not stir up any ripples.

For the ancient and huge Sanqing Dao Sect, it is a pity to lose a genius disciple, but it is not a big deal to lose a genius disciple who has no talent.

At the beginning of Ling, he was just a monk who established a foundation, and there were too many variables.

Zongmen will pay attention to it, but will not hold it in the palm of their hands.

Zhenjun Duanyi knew in his heart that among the sects, those who really felt anxious were actually only the three generations of Taiqing Mountain.

And Lingchu's own friends.

If in the future, Lingchu cultivated to the Golden Core state and became a true disciple of the sect, then the meaning would be different.

At that time, if Lingchu falls into the space and collapses again, the sect may shake.

Zhenjun Duanyi suddenly thought of Si Bai, the number one true disciple who is also an immortal spiritual root.

That's Zongmen's baby bump.

However, Zhenjun Duanyi turned her head to look at the smiling little apprentice, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. In her heart, her apprentice was the treasure.

The news in the fairy gate is transmitted quickly and slowly.

High-ranking monks already know it with a passing of their spiritual consciousness.

The disciples with low cultivation bases were much slower.

When Lingchu returned to the main hall of Taiqing Mountain with his master Duanyi Zhenjun, he saw two senior brothers standing outside the main hall, looking forward, one left and one right.

His clear and clear eyes instantly curved up.

"Big Brother!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

The girl's clear and soft voice rang out, shaking the wings of the cranes flying leisurely around the hall. Looking at the cranes all over the ground in the clear sky, the pupils of different colors shone with light.

Fluttering its newly grown wings, it followed behind the crane, flying all over the mountain.

Gu Tianqiu looked at the little junior sister smiling and radiant, even though he had received a letter from Master a long time ago, knowing that the little junior sister was fine, but he didn't really feel relieved until he saw it with his own eyes.

The jade-like man in Kunshan showed a gentle smile, and before he could speak, a black figure flashed out.

Yan Bei put his hand on the little junior sister's shoulder, looked up and down, and said with relief, "Not bad, it looks like the little girl has a very tenacious vitality. I am very pleased, brother."

Hearing this, the smile on Lingchu's face froze, Second senior brother, you will lose me like this.

Gu Tianqiu clenched his fists, and coughed with his mouth covered, his warm eyes smiled, but he still glanced at his junior brother faintly.

Zhenjun Duanyi slammed his fist directly on Yanbei's head.

(End of this chapter)