The Heavens: Starting from the Monk of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 72
Where the two fought, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

When the surrounding smoke dissipated, a huge pit with a diameter of tens of feet appeared in the center.

At this time, Luo Qingyang was suspended in mid-air, independent of the world, like a banished immortal.

It's just that his face was a little pale, obviously performing Slaying Ghosts and Gods was a heavy burden on himself.

Fortunately, the second volume of Tianshu increased his physical strength a lot.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be as calm and composed as he is now when facing an older generation of powerhouses like the Holy Envoy of Suzaku.

On the other side, You Ji stared at him blankly, as if she was struggling with something.

"You'd better take a detour and return to Qingyunmen."

After a long time, You Ji suddenly said a word.

If Luo Qingyang meets the White Tiger Sacred Envoy, it will not be so easy to leave.

After all, the only apprentice of the White Tiger Sacred Envoy has died at the hands of Luo Qingyang.

It won't take long for this news to reach the ears of the White Tiger Sacred Envoy.

"Then I'm really leaving?"

Luo Qingyang didn't expect that You Ji let him go in a fair and honest manner.

Originally, he thought that there might be another fight, and then You Ji took advantage of the situation and let him leave by himself.

Speaking of the entire Ghost King clan, apart from Qinglong being the best to him, Bi Yao and You Ji are next.

"Wait, is he... all right now?"

You Ji hurriedly called Luo Qingyang to stop.

Perhaps, after leaving this time, the next time I want to see Luo Qingyang, I don't know when it will be.

It will become very difficult to know the news about Wan Jianyi.

"Since more than ten years ago, I was brought back to Qingyun by Uncle Daoxuan, and I have worshiped him as my teacher.

Although the master has not been able to be mentioned by name, my appearance allowed him to find a new goal in life.

That is to train me to become a talent. He should be very happy when he comes back this time. "

Luo Qingyang thought about it, he really hasn't gone back for a long time.

Ever since he left Qingyunmen at the age of ten, he hasn't been back, and he doesn't know if the master still recognizes him.

He stayed in Tianyin Temple for three years and Ghost King Zong for two years, and now he is fifteen or sixteen years old.

"If you can, you can accompany him more."

You Ji had mixed feelings in her heart, and in the end she only left one sentence.

She put herself in the role of Wan Jianyi, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like to live in seclusion for hundreds of years without anyone knowing about his existence.

"Since the uncle likes it in his heart, why not be brave once, the master is in the Ancestral Hall of the Patriarch of Tongtian Peak, and has always been there."

As soon as Luo Qingyang finished speaking, he disappeared in place.

He's just giving You Ji an opinion, isn't it the distinction between good and evil, is it really that important?

Considering that Wan Jianyi is a widowed old man, he probably won't have time to take care of his master in the future, so wouldn't it be good to find a mistress?

Looking back, if you don't give it to Master Qinglong, you can also find a wife.

"You brat, how dare you make fun of me."

You Ji couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps, she can really go to Qingyunmen to see the figure that has often appeared in her heart for a hundred years.

I don't know how much time passed before You Ji was awakened by a familiar voice.

"Aunt You, was Lu Qing killed by a big liar?"

Bi Yao looked at the bloodstains all over the place, it seemed that in the entire Ghost King Sect, only Lu Qing was looking for trouble with Luo Qingyang.

Ordinary disciples could not threaten Luo Qingyang at all, so he left with a single stroke of magic.

On the contrary, it was Aunt You, Uncle Baihu, and his own father who could stop Luo Qingyang.

"Well, he's gone."

You Ji nodded, and stretched out her hands to rub Bi Yao's hair.

Almost all of her warmth these years has been given to Baguio.

Although she is the eldest lady of Ghost King Sect, her life is not satisfactory, and she is rarely happy.

Only during the two years since Luo Qingyang came here, did she become more cheerful when she had a partner who could chat with her.

"Even Aunt You, can't you stop the big liar?"

Baguio stared at You Ji suspiciously.

She always felt very unreal, is that kid Luo Qingyang so strong?
Isn't he only in his teens?

"Qingyang's real combat power is on the second and third floors of the Upper Clear Realm, and the aura stored in his body is not even weaker than mine. If we go all out, there are only two or three of us, and we can't stop that kid at all."

You Ji said helplessly.

She really couldn't stop Luo Qingyang, that kid was proficient in the spells of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and magic, he was as slippery as a loach.

With her alone, unless Luo Qingyang flew straight back to Qingyunmen, it would be difficult to find him.

"Hmph, he's a big liar, no matter how powerful he is, when I see him next time, I must beat him up."

Baguio snorted coldly and said very unhappy.

It seemed that without beating Luo Qingyang, the resentment in her heart would not be released.

"Let's go, let's go back to the sect first."

You Ji shook her head.

As someone who watched Baguio grow up, how could she not know Baguio's little thoughts.

After seeing Luo Qingyang for real, Luo Qingyang may not understand Baguio's thoughts, but he will understand him!

What Baguio was thinking, I guess people knew it at a glance, and they couldn't hide it.

Afterwards, You Ji took Bi Yao back to the Ghost King Sect, and did not go after Luo Qingyang again.

As for the disappeared Luo Qingyang, he changed his path and flew aimlessly.

Even he himself doesn't know the way, he just flies around, let alone being overtaken by the white tiger envoy.

Along the way, he ate, ate, lodged and lived, as if he was out to play, without any self-knowledge of being hunted down.

It was not until ten days later that Luo Qingyang came to the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Along the way, not to mention the White Tiger Sacred Envoy, I didn't even meet a single person from the Devil's Cult.

"Qingyun Mountain, I'm back."

After a few years of separation, Luo Qingyang still misses the days when he lived in Tongtian Peak.

Different from the various precepts of Tianyin Temple, he is most comfortable in Qingyunmen under the guardianship of Ghost King Sect.

Because he has lived here since he was a child, he is the most relaxed in Qingyunmen.

What's more, he can still go to the Lingzun, no matter chatting or fighting, the big ugly will accompany him.

Luo Qingyang immediately soared into the sky, without Yujian flying, and flew directly towards Tongtian Peak.

At the same time, there were also quite a few people between the peaks, stepping on flying swords and heading towards Tongtian Peak.

The timing of Luo Qingyang's return was quite coincidental, it happened to be the day when the Qimai Martial Arts Competition started.

Soon, he flew over Hongqiao and saw a Tongtianfeng square.

At this time, many people gathered in the huge square.

Almost all the disciples from all the peaks rushed over, even though some of them did not participate in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, they were able to watch the battle.

Like Luo Qingyang, there are almost no disciples who walk alone.

What's more, Luo Qingyang lingered in the sky without a sword at all, which formed a big difference with these Qingyun disciples.

The most important point is that they all wore the uniforms of the peaks of Qingyunmen, only Luo Qingyang was dressed in black, and he didn't look like a good person.

As Luo Qingyang fell to the ground, all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect turned their attention to him.

Rao is thick-skinned, and he is not a social person, just like a monkey in a zoo surrounded by a group of people.

"What are you staring at me for? What should you do?"

Luo Qingyang said angrily.

(End of this chapter)