There's No Witch I Can't Wash

There are five huge cities on the border of Liangzhou, and there are countless villages surrounding these five big cities, but there is not much prosperity here.

There are really too many soldiers patrolling the streets, and they can basically be seen at any time.

A curfew is imposed every night in the city, and the city gates are closed very early and residents are prohibited from going out, so that the atmosphere of the whole city is very depressing.

Moreover, most of the residents here are relatively poor, and they don't have much to earn. As a result, merchants are naturally unwilling to do business here.

The biggest business transaction in the five border cities is food trade, because the land on the border is not suitable for planting, so the most scarce thing here is food.

Transporting food from other states to Liangzhou was undoubtedly a lucrative job, but because of this, the Zhou Dynasty had very strict controls in this regard.

In Liangzhou, it is a serious crime to trade food without permission, and the only two firms that can deliver food to the border cities of Liangzhou are Ye'an and Huaishui.

And what is incomprehensible and unimaginable is that it is such a region, one of the seven holy places, Qingxuan Sword Sect is located here.

Although Fuyao Holy Land is also mysterious and unpredictable, and the dragon sees its head but never ends, but at least every few decades in Fuyao Holy Land, a saint is born, stirring up the situation in the rivers and lakes.

And the Qingxuan Sword Sect has no sense of existence at all, the people of the sect silently cultivate their own way of reaching the sky, and few disciples come down the mountain to make trouble.

For so many years, the identity of a disciple like Yan Zhiqiu is somewhat special, and it can be said that they can be called a clear stream among the seven holy places.

At this moment, in Zhenliang City, which is the center of the five great cities, the generals guarding the city are politely receiving four guests in white robes with long swords on their backs.

The four people, two men and two women, all looked indifferent, dressed like Taoist priests and nuns, exuding a dusty temperament from all over their bodies.

After all, the Qingxuan Sword Sect is not a real cultivator. They also need food and daily necessities, so every once in a while they will send disciples down the mountain to the city to buy food and clothing, and to collect some contact letters from the outside world.

As one of the Seven Sacred Lands, the strength and background of Qingxuan Sword Sect are still there.

In addition to the open heart of the sword, there are also two great skills of Wujie Sword Art and Yujianshu in the door.

In the past, people often came here to seek knowledge and swords, but Qingxuan Sword Sect's standards for accepting disciples were too harsh. Many people were rejected, or simply died on the way to find the location of Sword Sect. No one is willing to visit the mountain gate of Qingxuan Sword Sect anymore.

"The food and clothes Qingxuan Jianzong needs have already been prepared, and they are still at the previous price. Here is a letter sent to Jianzong from the outside world recently. Please take it away, Daoist Wang Xuan."

The male disciple who was called Daoist Wang Xuan nodded, and took a few letters from the general.

There are five letters, three of them are ordinary letters, the signatures on the letters are the heads of other sects, and the other one is written by Yan Zhiqiu, a disciple of the sect master.

The last one was very strange, not to mention that the envelope was too big, and the signature could not be seen on the entire envelope, but Wang Daochang showed a clear and serious expression after seeing the envelope.

"Trouble general, then we will take our leave."

Putting the envelope in his arms and saying goodbye to the general, Wang Xuan went downstairs with his younger brothers and sisters.

All the supplies they needed downstairs had already been packed and placed in a carriage. After paying the money, the four disciples of Qingxuan Sword Sect got into the carriage one after another, and immediately drove the carriage out of the city.

"Senior Brother Wang, who sent the letter?"

After leaving Zhenliang City, the expressions on the faces of several disciples eased a little, and they were no longer so rigid. One of the female disciples asked curiously.

"I seem to have seen Junior Sister Yan's name, is Junior Sister Yan ready to return to the sect?"

The other male disciple looked very excited and excited, and his behavior made another female disciple roll her eyes angrily.

"It's none of your business if she comes back, what are you so happy about. She is the suzerain's direct disciple, and also the daughter of King Xu, a relative of the emperor. This status is not something that a mere disciple like you can achieve."

"I'm not a high climber either... I'm just a little happy that Junior Sister is back. After all, I haven't seen you for so many years."

The male disciple who scratched his head explained a little embarrassedly, while the female disciple snorted coldly and ignored him.

Chapter 70 My Qingxuan Sword Sect is Prosperous

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little awkward for a moment. It could be seen that although Qingxuan Sword Sect's sect was located in such a clean place outside the world, the disciples in the sect obviously did not completely cut off some thoughts in their hearts.

But this is also a matter of course. After all, the six roots of Buddhist monks have not been completely purified, let alone young people like them.

For Yan Zhiqiu, the daughter of the prince, the disciples in the sect, regardless of gender, have complicated feelings.

There is admiration, awe, and yearning, and naturally there will be jealousy.

It has to be said that their suzerain made an exception. Before that, Qingxuan Sword Sect had never accepted any disciples related to the imperial court.

The imperial court is the imperial court, and the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes. As a person in the rivers and lakes, it is normal to draw a clear line with the imperial court.

Not to mention boycotting and disliking people in the court, but they don't have much favor for the court.

Other sects may have more or less necessary contacts with the imperial court, but Qingxuan Sword Sect has never had one, so their suzerain made an exception and accepted such a noble apprentice, which made them feel very strange.

This example is really too high. The first time Qingxuan Jianzong accepted an apprentice related to the court, he accepted a prince's daughter.

After their suzerain accepted disciples, many people were wondering what the Qingxuan Sword Sect was going to do, was it going to be born, and compete with other holy places?

Or do you feel that the Buddhism is powerful, and you are ready to lead the Taoist sect to fight the opponent?

But the facts proved that they seemed to think too much. After accepting disciples, the suzerain of Qingxuan Sword Sect resumed her lazy and outrageous daily life. Since then, she has not left the sect for eighteen years.

Apart from practicing kung fu, that is, practicing kung fu, even Yan Zhiqiu, an apprentice, hadn't seen her much.

"You guys, if you are willing to spend a little more time on practicing, you won't be in the Houtian realm until now."

A somewhat helpless voice rang out in the carriage, breaking the silence in the carriage, looking at his junior sisters and juniors, Wang Xuan seemed a little disappointed.

"Hmph, our talented little junior sister is still training her body."

"Don't look at her body training now, she may reach the sky and become an innate at any time, this is something you can't catch up with."

Glancing at the unconvinced junior sister, Wang Xuan spoke lightly. Although he blocked the other party's mouth with one sentence, it still chilled the atmosphere in the carriage by a third.