Chapter 28 Unlucky Qin Linger

The mountains of the ocean are rare and full of green shade.

In the morning, the first ray of sunlight slanted into the forest, diluting the thin light fog. Birds flew up the branches and chirped, shaking their feathers and enjoying the warm sunshine.

Under the rippling spring on the mountain, a young mountain drops down to drink water. Suddenly, its ears trembled twice, raised its head alertly and looked around, raising its hoofs and running away.

A young girl in green rushed out and stamped her feet and said angustly, "It's really annoying. I just wanted to scare this little guy. Why are you so smart?"

If Yang Fan is here, he will certainly be able to recognize at a glance that this girl in green is really Qin Linger in Xiuxianfang City, Tairen Valley two years ago. Two years later, she didn't seem to have changed at all. Her two big smart and cunning eyes slid straight, and she smiled from time to time, like a little fox stealing chickens.

Every spring, she returns between Muyang City and Fang City. Go to Muyang City to practice and alchemy, and then take it to Tairen Gufang City to sell and earn spiritual stones.

Ocean Mountain is located between Tairengufang City and Muyang City. As long as she passes by here, Qin Linger will always spend a week looking for the elixir.

In the mountains, she is often flinched and always fantasizes about picking an old elixir. If her dream comes true, she can get a large number of spiritual stones and elixirs, and she can also practice at ease. She doesn't have to work hard every day and watch the broken stall to live.

Therefore, Qin Linger was happy when she entered the mountain and jumped into the mountain. When I go out of the mountain, I often sigh with my hands empty.

However, today she is very lucky. In a big stone crack next to the stream, there is a 50-year-old purple monkey flower.

Purple monkey flower is also known as purple hair flower. The petals are purple, and the branches are hairy like the hair on a monkey's body. Ten years of flowering, three petals are born, and every ten years, one more petal will be born. The purple monkey flower in the stone crack has seven petals, which is obviously 50 years old. If you get it in Fangshi or Muyang City, you can sell 60 spiritual stones.

Qin Linger was washing her face with water by the stream. The cool mountain spring refreshed her, and her whole body was refreshed and uncomfortable. When she was wiping her face with a handkerchief, she saw the existence of the purple monkey flower at a glance with sharp eyes. She rubbed her eyes in distrust and fixed her eyes. It was really a purple monkey flower, and it was still 50 years old.

"Wow! It's a big luck, a big luck!" Qin Linger jumped happily, rushed to the back of the big stone, took out the medicine hoe and jade box, carefully took them off, and said happily, "I finally didn't go there for nothing. This is the biggest harvest!"

But she hasn't been happy for a long time. A negative voice sounded: "Little sister, what luck have you bumped into? Share it with your brother."

Qin Linger was shocked when she heard the words and hurriedly took a step back. Seeing that the other party was actually a five-level monk, with a pale face, a blue and purple birthmark on his forehead, and sunken eyes, which was very scary. He hurriedly took out the magic weapon Qingming Sword and said in a trembling voice, "You, don't come over. Come here again, I'll fight with you!"

"You are a little girl who only refines the second layer of gas, and you also want to fight with me, obediently hand over the spiritual stone and elixir, and I can still keep your whole body. However, looking at your thin skin and tender meat, it's a pity to kill it like this, hey..."

Chen Xuangang is a disciple of the Ghost Sect and was sent by Li Yunbo to squat in the Great Ocean Mountain. If Yang Fan's trace is found, he will immediately send a message. He often secretly cursed Li Yunbo and Yang Fan. He didn't practice in a good cave and ran to this damn place to squat down without a deadline.

He squatted for two years. Although the elixir he practiced was sent by someone, he was still unhappy. It was not until today that Qin Linger was found that I found fun.

When Qin Linger heard this, she suddenly heard the smoke of her seven orifices and said angrily, "You are dreaming!" Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

Chen Xuangang smiled and said, "Little lady, I'm afraid you will die, haha..."

Qin Linger was so anxious that she was about to cry. Nothing has happened in the mountains over the years, and her vigilance has gradually decreased. How can I know that today is so unlucky? Not only did I lose the spiritual stones accumulated over the years, but also my life was not safe? I turned around and ran away in panic.

Chen Xuangang raised the corners of his mouth, took out the ghost whip and shook it. The long whip rolled up to Qin Linger like a spiritual snake, wrapped it around her waist and robbed it back.

"Little sister, why are you running? My brother said that I want to make you want to die, hey..."

Qin Linger kept struggling and shouted, "Let go of me, let me go!"

Chen Xuangang held it in his arms, sniffed in his nose, and said with a smile on his face, "It's still a baby. It seems that this miserable day is over, and finally there is a meat-opening woman."

touched her tender face with his hand and praised, "Yes, it's tender and strong!"

Qin Linger was sad and indignant, and tears kept flowing down. She cried helplessly and wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself, but she couldn't summon up the courage in her heart. Until this moment, she still hoped that someone could help her and save her from the wicked.

Maybe she was destined to be rescued, or the immortal Buddha saw her pitiful and couldn't bear to let her die so easily.

When Chen Xuangang was touching the watery beautiful face of the other party, a cold light suddenly flashed. He felt a cold neck, and the sky turned mysteriously. He saw a headless body, holding the little woman just now in his arms. The blood light of his neck rose to the sky. It was strange that the other party's clothes were very familiar, exactly the same as what he was wearing.

This is his last look, and he has never opened his eyes since.

Qin Linger saw the villain's head, and the blood sprayed wildly. She hurriedly pushed the other party away and ran to the river to clean up. After a while, he got up and shouted, "Which hero passed by and saved the little girl? Linger is very grateful. Please show up and let Linger thank her face to face."

A hoarse voice sounded in the forest: "Grandman? This is not secular. There are no heroes in the immortal world, only strength is respected.

Qin Linger was very embold when she heard the words and secretly spit out a fragrant tongue. She was originally a son of a martial arts family. Since she was a child, she has been a ghost. Since she found that there is a spiritual root, she has left home alone and came to the world of immortal cultivation. Therefore, her mouth is full of secular Jianghu tone, which makes people feel a little strange.

At this time, a man dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat and black gauze walked out of the woods and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your name is Qin Linger?"

Qin Linger asked without answering, "How can you know my name?"

The man snorted coldly and said impatiently, "I'm asking you."

Qin Linger's little mouth pouted, and most of her affection for him flew away. She stamped her feet and said, "I won't change my name or change my surname, it's Qin Ling'er!"

The person laughed and said in a low voice, "That's good. It's really a place to break the iron shoes. It doesn't take much time to come."

Qin Linger almost fell to the ground. She thought the other party was a good person, but the more she heard this, the more panicked she became. She wouldn't just get out of the tiger's mouth and enter the wolf's den again. Her little face was tearful, and she looked at each other pitifully, hoping that he could let him go.

But contrary to expectations, the other party obviously had no intention of letting her go. He poked it up, picked it up, and skimmed it away.