I Created the Fantasy World

Zhong Ling was pleasantly surprised: "Mom and Dad, you agreed."

Gan Baobao reached out and rubbed her hair, and said indulgently: "I promise, you have to pay attention to safety outside."

Zhong Ling giggled and said, "Dad and mother, rest assured, I'm smart."

Saying that, he pulled Azhu and said, "Sister Azhu, let's go."

"You two, then we'll say goodbye." Arjun handed over, then turned around.

Gan Baobao was stunned: "Don't the girl rest here for the night?"

"No need." The voice fell, and the two had disappeared in front of Gan Baobao.

Zhong Wanqiu said puzzled: "Madam, is it bad for Linger to be outside at such a young age?"

Gan Baobao hummed: "What's wrong? It's rare to find a powerful expert like Miss Azhu willing to take Linger out. If Linger can also learn a trick and a half, will someone bully Linger in the future?"

Zhong Wanqiu snorted angrily, "Could it be that someone dares to bully my Zhong Wanqiu's daughter?"

"You don't put gold on your face anymore." Gan Baobao said contemptuously, "Can't you count the level of your own martial arts?"

When Zhong Wanqiu heard this, he was about to refute, but when he saw Bao Baobao's unpleasant expression, he immediately laughed along with him.

Outside the Valley of Doomsday.

Zhong Ling looked excited: "I didn't expect to come out so easily this time. By the way, let's go with Sister Mu."

Azhu was stunned: "Sister Mu?"

Zhong Ling nodded: "It's my good friend, but his temper is a little cold, but he is still very nice."

"Is it far?" Arjun asked.

Zhong Ling shook his head and said, "It's very close."

"Let's go then." Arjun nodded, then took Zhong Ling's hand, "You show the way, I'll take you away."

Zhong Ling nodded: "Okay, over there."

The voice fell, and the vision in front of him was blurred, and the person was already [-] meters away.

"Wow, it's so fast." Zhong Ling exclaimed, but just after he said a word, the wind rushed into his mouth, and his voice became intermittent.

Arjun reminded: "Don't talk."_

Chapter 89 Carrying a horse and running away (2

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The two stopped in front of a house, Zhong Ling straightened his messy hair, and said, "Sister Azhu, you are so fast! Is this also light work?"

Azhu smiled and said, "Of course. Call the door."

Zhong Ling stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker.

She knocked twice first, then once, four times, and then three more times.

Then there was a crack in the door.

Zhong Ling shouted: "I'm looking for Sister Mu!"

The door closed, and soon it was opened again. A petite girl came out with a cold voice: "Zhong Ling, are you here again to make fun of-?"

Zhong Ling giggled and said: "It's not nonsense, I invited you to go to Jiangnan to play with Sister Mu."

"Jiangnan?" Mu Wanqing doubted, "Aren't you afraid that your parents are worried?"

Zhong Ling said proudly, "My parents have already agreed."

Mu Wanqing asked curiously, "Agreed?"

Zhong Ling quickly explained the matter and said, "Sister Azhu has promised to bring Sister Mu with you. Let's go to Jiangnan together."

Mu Wanqing shook his head: "I won't go, I'll be worried if Master can't find it when he comes back."

Zhong Ling smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Just leave a letter to her. If you ask her to find my mother, my mother will definitely persuade her."

Zhong Ling begged for a while, using all her coquettish means, Mu Wanqing finally nodded.

After all, when she travels thousands of miles away by herself, she is naturally a little lonely, and she also wants someone to accompany her.

"Wait here." Mu Wanqing said, and then returned to the house.

After a while, she came out again, with an extra package in her hand, leading a dark horse.

"It's getting late, let's go." Arjun urged.

Mu Wanqing nodded and sat on the horse with Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling: "Sister Mu, Black Rose can run really fast! However, it's still not as fast as Sister Azhu."

His eyes fell on Arjun, who was following Black Rose with great ease, and he was immediately envious: "When will I be able to have such a good Qinggong."

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, "You don't even care about practicing martial arts yourself, and you are too naive to want to have good martial arts."

"Humph." Zhong Ling hummed softly, "There must be someone who can become a master of martial arts without training."

"Puchi"

Arjun laughed lightly.

Zhong Ling did not obey: "Sister Azhu, are you laughing at me too?"

Azhu shook his head: "No, I just thought of Xiaoyue. Yutu was still asleep when she went to work, so she had to carry the horse and leave."

"Jade Rabbit?"

"Jade Rabbit is a white horse!"

"Sister Azhu lied, no one ran away with a horse."

Song Yue groaned angrily, but she didn't expect Yutu to sleep for a long time.

She now needs to go to Qingcheng Mountain to deliver a letter to the Qing Palace, so naturally it is not good to leave her in the deaf-mute valley.

In the end, Song Yue had no choice but to pick up the jade rabbit and run towards the middle of Shu.

The road to Shu was originally a dangerous mountain, and there were many robbers. Song Yue had never encountered anyone who blocked the road and robbed her once, which made her mutter in her heart.

How did she know that when the robbers saw a little girl galloping with a horse on her shoulders, her legs would go weak with fright, how could they dare to come out and make trouble?

However, although there were no bandits, there were quite a few martial artists.

After hearing about this, the people of the major factions gathered curiously, and then shocked everyone's three views.

"This woman is actually one point faster than the old man when she carries a horse to perform Qinggong. It's really amazing."

"Old man Wu, stop putting gold on your face!"

"That's right, it's light work! How many people in the world can compare?"

Many martial artists looked at Song Yue, who disappeared at the end of the road, in amazement, and then warned their disciples that they must not be enemies when they encounter this woman.

Three days later, Song Yue finally arrived at the Shangqing Palace.

"Stop the layman!"

As soon as the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Palace saw a little girl carrying a horse on her shoulders, they immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Song Yue said with a smile: "Several Taoist priests are polite. I am here to send a letter to Yunyang Zhenren on the order of my tutor. Please report it!"

A Taoist priest came out, cupped his hands and said, "Lay, please wait a moment."

Seeing Song Yue's skills, the Taoist priests did not dare to despise them. They were afraid that Song Yue was a disciple of a master of the same generation as the ancestor, so they quickly asked people to report it.

Soon, a young Taoist priest with immortal style came out with the person who reported the report, and asked in a warm voice, "The poor Taoist is Yunyang! Is it the little lay priest who came to deliver the letter?"

Song Yue nodded: "Not bad."

Saying that, he put the jade rabbit aside, took out the letter, and handed it over.

Master Yunyang took the letter, opened it, his eyes narrowed, his face changed, he looked at Song Yue, and asked, "Who is the tutor?"

Song Yue: "My teacher, Su Wangyu."

"Wang Yu?" Yunyang Zhenren was taken aback, this is not the half-step heavenly person he knew.

A Taoist priest stepped forward and said softly, "The Patriarch is the Wang Yu who destroyed the Murong family."

After that, I will hear the news about Wang Yu in the rivers and lakes.

Master Yunyang nodded with a smile on his face, looked at Song Yue and said, "Please write back to the respected master, and the poor road will definitely go there."

"Thank you, real person." Song Yue bowed her hands and saluted.

Yunyang Zhenren shook his head: "I can see the breakthrough opportunity from Ling Shixin, I should thank him."

After that, with another courtesy, Song Yue dealt with the real person Yunyang, and went down the mountain to Suzhou.

"Iron sword, iron sword, I didn't expect that one day I would pick you up." Huang Zong muttered to himself, and took out a quaint long sword from a crevice on a cliff.

The scabbard of the long sword is like bronze, with some patina on it. When the sword is pulled out, the body of the sword flows like a stream of autumn water.

"Sure enough, a good sword!" Huang Zong seemed to be lost in thought, "It should be enough to send you all on the road."

Having said that, he raised his head and looked behind him.

The originally deserted cliff was stopped by more than a dozen martial artists.

"Huang Zong, hehe, if you don't follow your master and come out alone, you are simply courting death." Someone laughed.

However, his words fell, and the head rolled to the ground, still with a smile on his face.

"Really?" Huang Zong sneered, "I didn't show my martial arts all the way to make you hooked."

When the others saw it, they were horrified.

"What a fast speed! Did you get the inheritance of the Iron Sword Sect before?" Someone asked sternly.

Huang Zong shook his head: "You are still thinking about this issue when you are about to die. You should go to the underworld to think about this issue."

The voice has not fallen, and the person has disappeared.

Then, there was a series of bangs.