I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 405: Forgive me

Senior Sister Qingsha seemed a little embarrassed when she heard this question. But under the eyes of his companions' encouragement, he still told some of the truth.

"I actually just want to practice hard. You know, I'm not very talented, and I'm just a monk with three spiritual roots, and I'm not a child of the Qing family. But my parents have always had great hopes for me, so I thought Cultivate well, and one day you can bring your parents to the Lianyuan Great World. There is a lot of spiritual energy here, even if your parents are just miscellaneous spiritual roots, with abundant spiritual energy, they can live for a few more years..."

"So that's how it is."

The female nun seemed to have suddenly realized, but she was still a little confused.

"However, there is no conflict between you and Elder Fengyu becoming a Taoist companion? Rather, with the help of Elder Fengyu, you can be more relaxed, isn't it? Advancement will also be easier."

Senior Sister Qingsha smiled, her smile was gentle and shallow.

"An Yan, I just want to rely on my own strength. If I rely on becoming a Taoist partner to improve my cultivation or live on a Taoist partner, wouldn't my hard training for so many years before be like a joke?"

Looking at Feng Qingsha's firm expression, Qing Anyan seemed to understand something, and stopped trying to persuade her, but turned her gaze to find another topic. The moment Qing Anyan looked away, she saw a hesitant Huran standing not far away, and her eyes seemed to light up.

"Little junior sister, are you busy?"

Hearing the enthusiastic voice of this senior sister, Huanran stopped coddling, walked forward a few steps, and saluted respectfully before opening her mouth.

"Two senior sisters are well. That's it. I am a disciple of Jiumuyuan who came to the inner courtyard to practice and study. Because a senior sister invited me to go out to practice together, I want to come to Jinglun Pavilion to take a leave, but..."

Looking at the tall Jinglun Pavilion, Qing Anyan seemed to understand something, looked at Minran with a smile, smiled kindly, and resolved Minran's anxiety.

"Our Jinglun Pavilion is really big, but don't worry. In your case, you can go to the thirteenth floor."

"Thank you, sister."

Thank you repeatedly, and then walked into the Jinglun Pavilion.

Behind her back, Feng Qingsha looked at Qing Anyan with a smile, thinking that this fellow Taoist was really kind from beginning to end.

"When I first came to Qing's house, I didn't know a lot of things, and I didn't dare to ask. You didn't care that I was not talented, and I was a foreign monk, so you helped me a lot. Thank you An Yan .”

Qing Anyan smiled slightly, her gorgeous face was as white as without a single blemish. She patted Feng Qingsha's shoulder dotingly, and she seemed to have a good relationship with her.

"We are friends, thank you for what you say!"

"Yeah!"

The two chatted with each other for a while, because they each had something to do, they soon separated.

Miran quickly climbed up to thirteen floors, and the windows on each floor of Jinglun Pavilion are arranged in a circle. The middle part is hollow, and each floor has many entrances and exits. And regardless of the inner and outer circles, there are steps leading straight up.

So even if there are many people here, it will not feel crowded.

Miran went around in a circle, and found a window arrangement with fewer people and a more friendly receptionist. While waiting in peace, there seemed to be some commotion in the line ahead, so he poked his head out to take a look, and found that the person sitting by the window had changed, which felt a little strange.

But soon it was my turn, so I walked over without thinking too much.

At this time, sitting behind the window was a young male cultivator who looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was very handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes looking forward, and a small tear mole at the corner of his eye. When looking at people, there is always a very infatuated and gentle feeling.

Miran just glanced at the other party and started to say that she needs to sue for a fake.

The male cultivator glanced at Huanran with great interest, as if he had never seen her before, so he asked a question.

"Which family are you from, why haven't I seen it before?"

Huh?

Miran couldn't help frowning, what's going on? She seems to have never seen this senior, right? How do you speak so familiarly? In fact, the content of these words is nothing, but Huan Ran just felt that the senior's tone was a little subtle.

But the senior asked, this is not something that can't be said, so Huanran answered it openly.

"Senior, this disciple is a disciple of Elder Mo in Jiumuyuan. He has been practicing in the inner courtyard before, so he never came out."

"Oh..."

The senior smiled, then nodded gently.

"Okay, I see, Zhuang Minran, right? It's been recorded here, you can go. Remember to be safe."

"Thank you senior."

He bowed and left.

It wasn't a big deal, so Min Ran didn't take it to heart.

On the contrary, the peachy-eyed male cultivator also left Jinglun Pavilion soon after leaving. After returning to his room, there was already a female cultivator waiting there. It was the Qing Anyan that Minran had seen before.

Seeing the peach-eyed male cultivator at this moment, the obsession in Qing Anyan's eyes could not be erased, and she stared blankly at him for a long time.

The male cultivator didn't mind her looking at him, he just sat down blindly, picked up the teacup and drank tea gracefully.

After a while, Qing Anyan finally came to her senses, and quickly knelt down to plead guilty.

"Forgive me."

The male cultivator was still unmoved. The infatuation in Qing Anyan's eyes became more and more intense, and then she suddenly reached out and slapped herself hard!

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack..."

The sound of slapping was endless, and after a while, Qing Anyan's face suddenly swelled three fingers high, blue, red, black and white, just like a palette!

"That's it."

Until this moment, the male cultivator spoke slowly. Almost as soon as his voice fell, Qing Anyan stopped.

Cultivators can heal wounds by using spiritual power, but Qing Anyan didn't use spiritual power to heal wounds quickly. Instead, let those scars gradually improve under the body's own self-healing ability. So for a while, his face still didn't look very good.

That male cultivator is Qing Fengyu, the head of the Jinglun Pavilion of the Qing family. Smiling and admiring the colorful scars on Qing Anyan's face, she opened her mouth with a smile after a while.

"An Yan, did you come to see me for something?"

"...Master Fengyu~IndoMTL.com~ Seeing Qing Fengyu withdrawing her gaze, Qing Anyan felt very sorry. It would be great if Master Fengyu could keep her gaze on her for a while longer.

However, she knew that Qing Fengyu didn't like others to be in a daze in front of him, so she spoke quickly.

"Master Fengyu, I have already talked with Feng Qingsha today, but she is still unwilling to accept your favor."

"Yeah."

Qing Fengyu's expression was light, for a moment Qing Anyan couldn't tell whether he was in a good mood or not, so she could only ask anxiously.

"My lord, she is so ignorant, do you want me to go..."

"Alas."

Qing Fengyu sighed, and stretched out his hand to help Qing Anyan up. At this time, Qing Anyan's face had returned to its previous radiance, and Qing Fengyu seemed to be scalded by boiling water. Withdrawing his hand, he looked to the other side with disgust and patience.