The fairy godmother got the villain script

Chapter 13 On One Hundred Postures of Death
Yue Qiuran was standing where he could see Tu Jinger.

Seeing her approaching, Yue Qiuran restrained his smile and said softly, "Sister Jing'er, why did you come out?"

Hearing her words, Han Shaoyu looked back.

After her eyes fixed on Tu Jing'er, the tenderness on her face faded instantly.

He frowned slightly: "Jing'er, why did you come out? Didn't I tell you that it's not safe for people to come and go here?"

"Brother Han, the room is too stuffy."

"This is the League of Immortals after all, you have to be patient for a few days." Han Shaoyu stepped forward to hold her hand and led her to the house. If you die, that would be bad."

Tu Jing'er lowered her head and said nothing, and was led back by him.

She didn't understand why the person who was full of love for her last night changed his appearance in a blink of an eye.

When she was at Qingcang Sword Sect, she said she was bored, so he took her to the market.

Now, who will come to this remote courtyard where the birds don't shit?
She suddenly remembered what the gray-robed master said.

Love is not going well.

Is this already fulfilled?

Willow head on the moon.

The dark night is full of bright stars.

Meng Yang, who was missed by Tu Jinger, was practicing indoors.

Even in her head, she couldn't think that those friends lived next door to her.

But even if she knew, she didn't bother to pay attention.

She is now busy suppressing the frenzied aura.

Especially thinking of the experience just now.

Meng Yang finally couldn't hold back and cried!

God!
If she was given another chance, she would definitely not go to Omi Tower!
If she was asked to make another choice, she would never order the most expensive spiritual meal!

The Xianmeng Conference is held every 50 years.

The elite disciples of all sects will get stuck in advance and not advance, so that they can participate in the competition group that is most beneficial to them.

The same is true for the disciples of the Qing Cangjian Sect who came to participate in the conference this time.

Basically, they are all in the Dzogchen realm of the current cultivation base.

This is the root of all evil.

Meng Yang led Li Yuexin and his juniors to the Jinjiang Building excitedly.

The Jinjiang building is also the property of Tianshu Pavilion. Meng Yang threw out a purple jade card, and a group of people were led to the Tianzi No. [-] room with a view of the river.

As the leader of the immortal world, Qingcang Sword Sect's position in the immortal world is unshakable.

However, as disciples of Qingcang Sword Sect, they are really poor.

Everyone knows that in terms of poverty, no one dares to compare with Jianxiu.

And Meng Yang and others.

Not only are they poor, but they have not seen much of the world.

As soon as you enter the box, you will be dazzled by the luxurious packaging and exquisite dishes of Omi Building.

How could they think that a few bites can eat up their cultivation base.

The result is good, a few mouthfuls of mountain delicacies are eaten.

Two little sword cultivators at the early stage of foundation establishment raised their chopsticks and shouted in unison: "It's over!"

The others were taken aback by them, and before they could ask aloud, they saw them meditating with sad faces.

The breath on the body is constantly changing.

It turned out to be a breakthrough.

The rest of the people, including Meng Yang, only reacted for a second when they saw the situation, threw away their chopsticks one after another, and hurriedly began to fall into samadhi.

as predicted.

Meng Yang looked inside and saw that the aura in the Lingfu was thick and powerful, and the sea of ​​clouds was churning.

It is ready to attack the barrier in front of it.

! ! ! !
It's about to die!

It doesn't matter if the other few break through, at most it's a high-level group competition.

Meng Yang can't do it, if she becomes the Nascent Soul Stage, let alone go to the Kongyuan Realm, she won't even be able to enter the arena.

then.

When the waiter came in to serve the food, he saw a roomful of sword repairmen sitting on stools with their waists straight.

At a glance, each face turned redder than the other.

Especially the two younger ones, their faces were sweating profusely, and their entire faces were a little purple.

Xiaoer was so frightened that the three souls lost seven souls, threw the dishes in his hand, and fled out scrambling: "The shopkeeper! The guest of Tianzi No. [-] room has been poisoned!!!"

The exclamation sounded like thunder in the sky on a sunny day, startling the diners on the top floor of the Omi Building.

Hearing the sound, a group of people crowded around and squeezed to the door.

A sharp-eyed person recognized the uniforms of the sect they were wearing at a glance, and raised his voice and said, "Members of the Qingcang Sword Sect!"

"It's Qingcang Sword Sect??!"

"Who dares to murder someone from the Qingcang Sword Sect in Xianli City!"

Their discussions one after another penetrated into the ears of Meng Yang and the others. They were busy suppressing their cultivation, but they couldn't explain it.

I just feel like a monkey on the mountain, being watched by the crowd.

There is also a sign on his body: Qingcang Sword School.

She was ashamed and speechless at the moment, her red face turned blue again, more like poisoned.

In the end, it was still a monk in the Nascent Soul stage who saw the way.

He frowned at the few people in the room for a while, and said hesitantly: "Why do you talk about poisoning, this is obviously suppressing the breakthrough of cultivation base."

"How is it possible? Could it be that everyone in the room is breaking through?" the person next to him asked in amazement.

The Nascent Soul cultivator glanced at the dishes on the table and smiled: "Five-element ginseng stewed colorful jade chicken, spiritual rice porridge boiled by century-old bluestone tortoise, stir-fried cloud pearl fruit, and a few other plates of high-quality spiritual food, Not weird hahaha, not weird."

The Xianmeng Conference is a grand event in Xianli City, and people who have lived here for a long time know something about it.

After hearing this, the well-informed diners rolled their eyes and smiled when they thought of the identities of Meng Yang and the others.

When the shopkeeper of Omi Tower arrived, the crowd of onlookers understood the reason for Meng Yang's breakthrough.

Dare to love is the fault of greed.

The culprit, Meng Yang, blushed, tears streaming down his stomach.

God, why did it come to this!Why is this!

The shopkeeper has managed Omi Building for many years. Although he is experienced, he is speechless when he sees the scene in front of him.

He tried to persuade a group of people around him to leave.

Those who dared not move in the room secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Haven't had time to thank the shopkeeper.

Then I heard the shopkeeper say: "Hurry up and prepare eight soft sedan chairs, and send the immortal elders back to the Xianmeng."

The shopkeeper worriedly told the people around him: "You follow, and remember to deliver the elders safely."

Meng Yang/Li Yuexin/All Foundation Establishment Disciples:? ? ? ! ! !
Like a few Buddha statues inlaid with gold, they were carefully carried down from the top floor by the shop waiters to the soft sedan chair waiting at the door, under the watchful eyes of all the diners on the three floors from top to bottom of Omi Tower.

Feel the wind blowing across your cheeks, the whispers around you, and the real eyes that stick to your body.

Meng Yang didn't even need to open his eyes.

Okay, confirmed, it's a sedan chair without a cover.

!!!

Why is it a sedan chair without a lid! ! !
So, the eight grievances of the Qingcang Sword Sect.

It was carried by the shop assistants of Omi Building.

Inspiring teachers and mobilizing the crowd, swaggering through the market, being looked up by passers-by all the way.

It was carried from the Jinjiang Building in the north of the city to the Xianmeng headquarters in the south of the city.

"Which family's fairy head is this, such a big battle."

"Qingcang Sword Sect!" Someone said firmly.

This is not over yet.

Finally arrived at the destination.

The disciple who was on duty at the gate of Xianmeng was startled by this battle.

Hurrying in and shouting for a group of people, more than a dozen monks of the Xianmeng guarded around a row of soft sedan chairs carried by the clerk of the Omi Tower, and sent them "safely" outside the courtyard of the Qingcang Sword Sect.

Jin Shi and Yin Shi didn't eat after noon, so they didn't follow Meng Yang and the others.

After being called out by the disciple on duty of Xianmeng knocking on the door, the handsome faces of the two couldn't help revealing expressions of astonishment.

The classmates who agreed to go out for a big meal.

One person sits on a small sedan chair.

The face is serious, the eyes are closed, and the small face is purple.

At this time, a row was lined up at the door, and two shop assistants with bright smiles stood beside each sedan chair.

Jinshi Yinshi looked to the side, okay, the outer circle hula la followed a dozen deacons of the Xianmeng.

The deacon of Xianmeng who knocked on the door saw someone coming out, and was about to speak up.

He just took one foot.

Snapped!
The door is closed.

　Yinshi: If you don't have a monthly pass today, don't expect me to open the door! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)