Three Times Reincarnation

Yan Jing chuckled as his finger lightly caressed the corner of my lips. Now you know what it means to be afraid? " His voice was low and had a hint of laziness to it, but when I heard him, I didn't feel any ill intent. "Since you know that you're afraid, then stay away from those two brats from now on."

I chuckled dryly. "Fellow Daoist, you're overthinking it." After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his head and slowly asked, "What fellow cultivator said just now …" But is that true? "

"You want to ask about the matter of the Innate True Soul?"

I tensed up a little and lightly clenched my hands which were in my sleeves. I nodded. "I hope that fellow cultivator can tell me the truth."

Yan Jing's cold expression slightly relaxed. A peculiar expression flashed across his deep black eyes as the corners of his mouth curled up.

"What I just said is naturally absolutely true."

I was speechless. Looking at the distant setting sun, I suddenly felt that my demon life was as lonely as snow.

"Little Fish Demon."

"Hmm?"

"Don't be afraid."

As I said this, a warm embrace came from behind me. It was Yan Jing with her arms spread wide, hugging me tightly. His hands were clasped around my waist, and his broad red sleeves were draped over the blade of his sword, making him look a bit indolent.

I was too lazy to push him away. I had already thought it through, soul incomplete, congenital deficiency. This kind of tragic problem, no matter how afraid I was, it would be useless.

I chuckled dryly. Then, I suddenly thought of something and decided to change the topic. "Fellow Daoist, you seem to understand the origins of my fellow sect member very well?"

"Same sect?" What kind of sect does he belong to? "

When I heard Yan Jing's tone, I immediately smiled apologetically, "I wonder if you can explain it?"

"It's only a little qilin. What else is there to say?"

I nodded, but not because of his last question.

In this way, it would explain why Jing Yuan was so familiar with his cheap master. Kirin and Long are both spirit beasts from the Immortal World, and those who are of higher rank are naturally able to take human form. The Heaven Queen of the Immortal World is a member of this race.

However, why would a qilin enter the Twelve Palaces of Kunlun?

It was really hard to understand.

Yan Jing drove me to the entrance of the bamboo forest with his ink sword and disappeared into the horizon in a streak of light.

I made some hand seals and moved to my own golden thatched cottage. After sitting down on the brocade bed, I saw the greyhound run over with a tray in his hand. "Master, there's a message."

I leaned over and saw that there were three of them — which was a rare occurrence.

There were only a few words on it, and the handwriting was messy. I said that if I came back, I would send him a letter, and that in the next few days, I would need to be very careful, consider my own safety as a consideration, and also write a letter with that Flame Qi.

The corner of my mouth twitched. I felt speechless, so I went to open another black letter. It was from Jing Yao, and the contents weren't too far off from that of my cheap master's.

I didn't want to read any more, so I threw the letter aside and opened the last one. It was from Senior Brother Qingyang of the Twelve Palaces of Karakorum. The letter said that in recent days, the human world was in chaos, and evil monsters wreaked havoc. As a result, people from the same sect were called upon to go down the mountain and exorcise the demons. Those who wish to contribute can go to his place to collect the inbound and outbound Karakorum runes.

I looked at the last two words — Coiled? It looked good.

The next day, senior brother Qingyang seemed a bit surprised to see me.

"You are... Junior Sister Qingyin? "

"Greetings, senior apprentice-brother." I cupped my hands in greeting and looked around. The large hall was empty except for us.

Senior Brother Qingyang smiled sincerely and greeted me with a few words. He asked me about my recent cultivation and then said, "I wonder why junior sister is here?"

I straightened my expression and seriously replied, "Yesterday, I received a letter from Senior Martial Brother. The letter said that the living would be annihilated, and it appealed to the disciples of our sect to kill the demons and exterminate the devils — Qing Yin is here for this matter and is willing to contribute to our sect!"

"Oh, oh, oh …" Senior brother Qingyang's eyes widened in agreement as he asked, "Ever since I sent out my flying book yesterday, junior sister has been the first to report to me. Junior sister's heart is extremely good." He hesitated for a moment, then said, "However, if my memory is correct, Junior Sister must have just recently become a disciple of the Twelve Palaces of Kunlun, right?"

My heart skipped a beat before I replied smilingly, "Senior, you really have a good memory."

Qingyang nodded with a smile. He clearly enjoyed the high hat that I gave him. "Junior Sister, you flatter me." However, Junior Sister, for all the disciples of our Karakorum, they have to wholeheartedly cultivate their hearts and kill demons and exterminate devils. Although we can accumulate merits and achievements, it will take a very long time and is not something that can be accomplished in just a single day, and it is not something that can be done in three to five years. " He looked at me and said, "Qingyang has some senior brothers and sisters that went down the mountain hundreds of years ago and have yet to return. "Junior Sister …" "But you have to understand."

I hastily nodded my head. After a while, my expression became serious and I said in an extremely determined tone, "Senior Brother, in Qing Yin's opinion, although cultivation is the right path for us cultivators, we cannot shirk it. Now that life has been annihilated, and the Senior Brothers and Sisters are unable to handle it anymore, even though the Clear Sound Transmission Technique is weak and is not as powerful as the other Senior Brothers and Sisters, it is still an unavoidable for the name of Mount Kunlun to be called Clear Sound. "

Senior brother Qingyang revealed a smile of approval. "Since junior sister has made up her mind, then as a senior brother, I won't say much." He turned around and brought out a bulging blue package from somewhere, handing it over to me, "There's a seal in the package that allows you to enter and leave Karakorum, as well as two sets of clothes and fifty taels of silver. You keep it carefully, it'll be useful to you once you go down the mountain."

I extended my hand to receive it, but before I could thank her, Senior Brother Qingyang said, "I wonder when Junior Sister is planning to set off?" You must know that even with that seal, one can only enter Karakorum in the first, fifteenth, early, and late hours.

I thought for a moment and replied, "The day you choose is better than the day you hit the sun. Let's do it this evening."

Senior brother Qingyang answered with a "hmm" and took out another item, "This is the first time junior has descended the mountain and entered society. Take this bag with you as a precaution."

Senior brother was indeed considerate.

I received it with a smile. When I found it was heavy in my hand, I thanked it repeatedly before returning to my own bamboo forest.

As soon as he landed, he noticed a slim and graceful figure standing at the entrance.

I hid the package in my hand and walked forward hesitantly. "Aunt Thirteen?"

The woman turned around. She was wearing a green dress with thin sleeves and a red cinnabar on her forehead. It was none other than Bi Sanniang.

"Clear sound …" Her voice was hoarse and she was frowning slightly. It was obvious that something was on her mind.