The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 6 Returning home with Yu Sheng
"Is this the Song Qinghe who went crazy for love and abandoned his home and country? Is such a person worthy of joining the Qingfeng Sect!?"

"What? Isn't she a handyman of Guiyun Sect? This woman still wants to step into two different boats?"

"Is that her? Is someone with such low cultivation and mental problems worthy of joining the Qingfeng Sect?"

"Is the Qingfeng Sect's threshold so low? Are you afraid that you have been deceived by this scheming woman?"

……

Everyone started to complain, and their eyes on the woman standing on the stage were mixed with doubts, disgust, unwillingness and jealousy.

The noisy voice lasted for a long time. Except for the expressionless man in the middle, the several heads on the stage had bad expressions and hesitated to speak. Looking at the head of the Qingfeng Sect, they didn't say anything, and it was difficult to intervene.

After a long time, the girl standing in the center of the stage picked her ears and then chuckled.

"Jealousy makes people ugly. It is known to all that Guiyun Sect and I have nothing to do with each other. The letter of apology has been circulated to all the famous sects. Why, don't you all know?"

Song Qinghe's clear voice reached everyone's ears clearly and powerfully, and everyone's faces quickly turned red, with a flash of embarrassment.

Whoever speaks out at this time is admitting that he is a nobody with no head and no face!
Now he is like a mute eating coptis, unable to speak, and can only stare at the woman on the stage angrily.

I don't know who was behind the stage taking advantage of the chaos to shout, causing another burst of echoes.

"Everyone knows that you persecuted fellow senior sisters before. Even if such a person joins the Qingfeng Sect, it will be a disaster. No matter how low-key we are, we are not as vicious as you!"

"That's it!"

"How can a person like this, who speaks so cleverly, mocks and sarcastically, and doesn't take others seriously, deserve to enter the Qingfeng Sect!"

……

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, one word attracts thousands of words.

Song Qinghe sighed, turned around and looked sympathetically at the people in the audience who were shouting loudly.

"My master didn't say anything, why are you screaming so loudly? The heart is like a mirror, it's fair to say, I don't know when the Qingfeng Sect became yours, the master didn't say anything, but you were screaming happily. "

"Furthermore, the Guiyun Sect wants to use forbidden magic and use my bones to sacrifice. What's the use of shouting loudly? It's not that the bad words are born out of jealousy. Could it be that you are really bullying the weak and afraid of being bullied? I have no one?"

There was a mocking sneer from the corner of his lips, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

Everyone was left speechless, with exposed anger and jealousy in their eyes.

Right now!

"Who wants to bully you? Behind you is the Qingfeng Sect. Who wants to make a mistake?"

The rich voice echoed over the ring, and the person who had just talked the most fiercely did not dare to speak again.

That was Li Qingfeng, the head of the Qingfeng Sect!
No matter how unconvinced they were, they would not dare to make trouble against him!

This is the head of the most mysterious and oldest sect, and the leader, Qingfeng Li, is also one of the people with the highest cultivation level on the mainland who has lived for hundreds of years!

The little monk who was hiding among the crowd and making noises was already hiding.

Song Qinghe raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Unexpectedly, the impostor in front of her actually spoke for her.

Upon seeing this, the head of Penglaiju, Pengyue, quickly eased the tense atmosphere.

"Oh, Mr. Li, the children are talking so freely that you are laughing and laughing."

Then he turned his head with ease and looked at the people below, pretending to be angry and scolding him a few words.

As the saying goes, pick the soft persimmons for pinching, and pick the thin ones for hemp rope!

"You are the same. It's hard to paint a person's skin but not their bones. You know people but not their hearts. How can you be so easily influenced by external rumors? How can you achieve anything? It's really outrageous!"

The young men and women below all lowered their heads in embarrassment and said nothing more.

Head Pengyue breathed a subtle sigh of relief when he saw that the atmosphere had relaxed.

The cultivator conference is held once every hundred years, and Qingfengmen and Li Qingfeng are the objects of respect and admiration among young cultivators.

However, Qingfeng Li was free and easy by nature and rarely attended such conferences. He had never come across one in hundreds of years.

This time I finally caught him. Many monks came here because of him, so naturally they couldn't be offended.Unexpectedly, the next second, the old man with the white beard would give up.

"I'm not in the mood today, so I'll go back home first."

The man on the stage couldn't sit still either.

God knew he had wanted to leave for a long time, and the risk of his identity being revealed would be even greater if he stayed for a moment longer.

It just so happened that this woman gave him a comfortable step.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

"Headmaster Li, I, Penglaiju, did not take good care of me and disturbed Yaxing. I will apologize to you, Peng."

Pengyue, who was sitting next to him, immediately nodded slightly in embarrassment.

But the man didn't accept this trick at all. He was too lazy to give in and shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll go back first."

After saying that, he stood up and walked down the steps, his clothes fluttering with fairy spirit, and walked towards Song Qinghe in the eyes of everyone with admiration and yearning.

"Come on, follow me back to the door."

Under the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of everyone, Song Qinghe directly summoned Ling Yu.

Fortunately, the little fire phoenix was taken back into the soul space instantly after the collision. Now Xiao Huofeng has already taken a comfortable bath.

"Master, let's go."

Song Qinghe gently stepped onto the fiery red phoenix and raised his eyebrows at the old man with the white beard.

He looked so cruel and inhumane.

"This is the legendary fire phoenix! I'll go!"

"Am I right? I actually saw the legendary spiritual bird in my lifetime?"

"It's really a trap. It's too trenchant. I admit that my voice was too loud just now. It's too early to speak!"

"Indeed, raising a fire phoenix requires a lot of Tianbao and ground materials. I am being shallow."

"That's right. Think about it, Song Qinghe wants status and status. How could she like the Guiyun Sect? It seems like someone deliberately provoked her just now!"

……

Except for the shocked and envious young monks, even the remaining sect heads and sect masters on the stage had never seen such an impressive spirit bird.

Envy and jealousy flowed from the eyes, and the disease spread from person to person.

"it is good."

The man just responded softly and stood on the back of the fire phoenix. Although it was far less big than his anemone sword, the three-person fire phoenix was enough to carry the two of them.

"Sure enough, when a person is good, he will be surrounded by good people."

Song Qinghe smiled contemptuously, with an unconscious coldness and alienation in his teasing voice.

The man behind him just watched indifferently as one bird and two people flew into the sky.

Song Qinghe relaxed only after leaving the disgusted Penglaiju and looked at the man behind him.

"Why don't you say anything? Senior Brother Ziyu?"

"I didn't have much to say just now, but I do have something to say now."

The man in question turned his attention to her.

Song Qinghe looked at him curiously, "What are you talking about?"

"You're flying in the wrong direction."

"..."

(End of this chapter)