Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

The first time he saw Song Lingqing, Chu Zheng secretly said something bad.

According to his original expectation, even if he wanted to contact Song Lingqing, he would test it out slowly and at least give Song Lingqing some time to relax.

In such a hasty meeting, if you are not careful, someone may find out the clues and cause trouble.

To Chu Zheng's surprise, Song Lingqing didn't speak to him. She only glanced at him and then looked away.

The last time the two met was only a few months ago. It was obviously impossible to say that they had forgotten it.

This could only be Song Lingqing's intention. It was obvious that she had concerns.

This reaction was a good thing for Chu Zheng. He glanced at Tong Jinshan and looked thoughtful.

It is true that when I came to the Spiritual Beast Garden, I was just a handyman leading the way, so negligent.

From this point of view, Song Lingqing's status is obviously precarious, or in other words, it has long existed in name only.

Ordinary disciples of the outer sect are not qualified to contact the ordinary disciples, and should at least be received by someone at the elder level.

and……

Chu Zheng took a look at the area he was in charge of. The strongest spiritual beasts here were only around the middle stage of the Spiritual Spring Realm. There would be no real spirit beasts here.

As they looked at each other speechless, Tong Jinshan waved his hand: Chu Zheng, look for a cloud-winged tiger.

Chu Zheng responded, turned around and was about to leave, when Song Lingqing's voice suddenly came from behind him:

I'll go with him to save time. You wait here for me for a while.

Song Zhenzhuan...

Tong Jinshan hesitated slightly and did not dare to refute Song Lingqing's words. After hesitating for a while, he said cautiously:

He has only been here a short time ago and he doesn't know etiquette yet. If there is any offense, I hope you will forgive me...

The identity of the true successor is so noble. Even if Song Lingqing is different from the past, no one will care if he tramples a handyman to death.

No problem.

Song Lingqing shook her head slightly and followed Chu Zheng's pace.

The two of them walked in tandem and soon entered the depths of the Spiritual Beast Garden.

Something happened at home.

Song Lingqing's voice message rang in Chu Zheng's ears. This was not a question, she had already received part of the information.

Um.

Chu Zheng responded and stopped. In a cave not far away, stood a winged black tiger more than two feet long, with a forbidden spirit ring tied tightly around its neck.

Song Lingqing stepped forward, touched Heihu's head through the iron fence, and continued to speak: Is it because of me? Dad and sister... are they alive or dead now?

Hearing this, Chu Zheng was slightly surprised, subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Song Lingqing.

It wasn't until this moment that he had the time to take a closer look at the woman in front of him whom he had only met once.

Compared with last time, Song Lingqing's face was a little pale, as if she had lost her color. She looked much thinner, and there was a hint of haggard between her brows.

Song Lingqing and Song Lingxue are somewhat similar, but they give people completely different feelings.

Especially now, Song Lingqing's tone was unnaturally calm, and she was dressed in white, out of tune with the world, and even Chu Zheng felt an inexplicable chill.

Still alive.

Chu Zheng estimated for a moment and sent a message: It should have left Dazhou now and headed towards Juze.

Before he finished speaking, he added: They all thought you were dead, including me.

It's good to be alive.

Song Lingqing nodded in response, with an unclear look in her eyes: The sect is unwilling to take action. It must have been a very hard time.

The Phantom Spirit Sect has lost someone.

Chu Zheng raised his hand and opened the iron door, releasing the black tiger: Outer disciple, seventh level of the power-raising realm.

I heard, Fu Quanliang.

Song Lingqing's eyes paused slightly and she was silent for a while.

After a long time, her voice came to Chu Zheng's ears again:

My injury has not fully recovered, so I came to take a spiritual beast to take my place. Why are you here? To confirm whether I am dead?

I joined the sect as a handyman, at least as a mortal master, or even as a great master. How did you gain such power in such a short period of time?

The Phantom Sect has its own set of standards for the selection of handymen, and it is not just a matter of whim.

For Song Lingqing, who had just met Chu Zheng not long ago, no one knew better than her how terrifying Chu Zheng's entry speed was.

Practice a few exercises.

The perfunctoriness in Chu Zheng's words was too obvious. Song Lingqing frowned slightly and then said:

I have met Fu Quanliang. He is a mortal with average talents. He does not have the bloody courage to kill enemies across borders. Jiang Cunhu... what did you do?

Song Lingqing waited for a long time, but still didn't hear Chu Zheng's answer. After a moment of silence, she spoke again:

Thanks.

No, there is nothing between you and me. I also want to thank you for the few classics you gave me.

Chu Zheng had always made a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. Song Lingqing didn't owe him anything, and there was no need to say thank you.

You should have contributed a lot to the fact that my father and sister were able to leave Dazhou alive. I know it in my heart. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will repay this favor.

Song Lingqing's tone was calm, like a pool of stagnant water: You didn't come to join the sect for me. What do you want to do? I will try my best to help you if I can.

What are your plans for the future?

Chu Zheng's eyes turned slightly, but he did not answer directly and changed the subject: I heard that your immortal bones were broken. This position of true successor...

True transmission is no more than a false reputation. Immortal bones will be broken into pieces when they are broken. The left and right are just bones and stepping stones.

Now that I have entered the spiritual spring and have magical power, even if my practice speed is not as fast as before, I can still continue on the path of practice.

Song Lingqing said calmly: Others spend a little effort, but I spend a hundred percent. The worst is to start over from scratch.

The moment I set foot on the road to immortality, I made a decision. Even if I have to die, I will die on the road to becoming an immortal. No matter what the price is, I will not stop.

I will repay the favor of the Song family, and I will avenge the Song family. Even if it takes hundreds of years, I will achieve what I want.

When it comes to immortality, Song Lingqing's eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, with an almost paranoid light appearing.

Chu Zheng remained silent. From beginning to end, he never mentioned helping Song Lingqing repair the immortal bones. This was not part of his plan at all.

Not to mention that repairing the immortal bone would be a drag on himself. He had repaired the immortal bone that had not been saved even by the entire Phantom Spirit Sect, and he didn't know how much of a shock it would cause.

There are invisible lines of cause and effect in the world, and there are clues in everything. Chu Zheng is not sure whether there is anyone in the Phantom Sect who is good at deducing heaven's secrets, and he is not willing to gamble.

If there is such an expert, and he is found, everything will be over.

Chu Zheng silently unlocked the forbidden spirit ring and handed the Cloud Winged Tiger into Song Lingqing's hands. When the fingertips touched, a message appeared in front of his eyes.

[Song Lingqing (Level 1): True inheritance of the Phantom Sect, middle-grade immortal bone, meridians suffered heavy damage, the immortal bone suffered two heavy blows, was forcibly broken, can be repaired (0/3000)]

Middle grade immortal bone...

After seeing this information clearly, Chu Zheng's eyes were instantly filled with doubts.