Chapter 50 Investigation

During the selection period of the Zongmen, there will be several open lectures from the disciples, showing the academic status of Taiqingzong, and can also give advice to the monks who come here.

Because Qiuyin wanted to be a teacher this time, she also arranged for her class.When it comes to Taoism and Dharma, everyone can be Qiuyin's teacher, no matter how thick-skinned she is, she doesn't mislead her students, she just carries a sword to the training ground to abuse vegetables, and draws all the firepower with her mouth and sword.

But unexpectedly, instead, Qiuyin's actual combat class, which has no content and is purely beating people, was widely praised. Even the literature teacher who had been incompatible with her before also came to talk to her.He was flattered, and he didn't blush when he taught thousands of years of old scholars, but he got along well with those who were close to him.

Today, the teacher who taught the scriptures was temporarily arrested as a coolie, so he asked Qiu Yin, who had never seen the year, to lead the class. Qiu Yin happily threw away the scriptures and morals, and greeted the cabbages to go to the training ground, which was completely reduced to a practical class.

She used only half the class time to rub a group of monks on the ground, tortured them physically and mentally, and then let them into the study hall to study scriptures by themselves, euphemistically called "seeking for others is better than asking for oneself".

Sure enough, the effect was remarkable. Some people hurriedly sorted out what they had just learned in actual combat, some people realized the gap and got bloody and worked hard to study, and some people were simply beaten to the point of doubting immortality.

And the chief culprit, Qiu Yinqiu, is leaning leisurely on the roof of the school hall. The bright red dress is spread on the dark blue tiles, like an unfolded oil-paper umbrella, and the fluttering small white petals are dotted on the surface of the umbrella like light snow., From time to time, the sound of chanting sutras from under the house came to her ears, hypnotizing her tightly.

"Silent Bamboo." The memory of the southern border came. Qiu Yin opened her eyes and swept away the tiredness.How to dismantle bones and eat people, "Mozun, Lord of the Southern Territory, this name sounds good."

A pure white sparrow flew from the sky, the beauty raised her jade hand to let the sparrow stop, and a piece of white paper fell into the palm of Qiu Yin's hand, she slowly unfolded it, with neat ink stains on her fingertips, her passionate eyesAfter sweeping it lightly, the paper was reduced to ashes and scattered.

The letter is from Xiangguo's former son-in-law, Yuanlang, Han Shunhan. He did not become Emperor Renqi's son-in-law.

When Qiuyin first met Liu Han at Tingfeng Dao Noodle Restaurant, she used Taiqingzong’s Huaying avatar/body to write to Han Shunfei to ask the second prince’s whereabouts. Sure enough, the second prince claimed to travel a long way to the temple to pray for blessings, but in fact he had not seen him for a long time., so Qiuyin dared to be sure.

And today's reply was Hui Qiuyin who asked him to check the past of Princess Pingyang. There is nothing special about the little princess, the only thing that has a story is the romantic history between Emperor Renqi and her mother when he was young.

The mother of Princess Pingyang who died early was a brothel girl named "Zhuo Lan". In terms of background, she was worse than the second prince's mother, but she has been favored ever since she entered the palace, and even once climbed to the position of concubine.

Qiuyin met the owner of Zhuo Lanxuan in the small secret realm of Xianrenhua. Whether it was the gentleness in Pingyang's memory or the ghostly aura transformed by Baimao Immortal, there was one thing that was memorable, that is, that extremely beautiful face.

At the beginning, it was because the "immortal" taste of Immortal Baimao really didn't match that face that Qiu Yin didn't kill the senior as a ghost, so it was only normal for Emperor Renqi to favor a stunning woman.

However, Han Shun's reply letter was very interesting, not only using "favor", but also rumors that it came from the deep palace full of enemies - Zhuo Lan was the only woman Emperor Renqi really "loved".

The difference of one word, the difference of thousands of miles.

During the mission where Princess Pingyang fainted, Qiuyin met Emperor Renqi on both sides.She pretended to be a son-in-law and returned to Ning. Emperor Renqi still showed kindness and kindness to his son-in-law who failed because of love and abandonment in his test.

He is a shrewd old man like Pang Guang.

Qiu Yin didn't believe that this mortal old fox would love a brothel woman so deeply that he didn't think about food and drink. Even after her death many years later, her daughter would marry. Zhuo Lanxuan was still as tidy as ever every day, and the years did not change.

She is more inclined to maintain a "deeply buried woman who can never be replaced" as a shield, preferably a dead person, which is Emperor Renqi's goal.

Qiuyin hooked her legs to the side eaves, folded her waist down, and appeared upside down by the window. She greeted skillfully: "Girls, give me a piece of paper and a pen."

The monks have become accustomed to the frightening sudden appearance of Master Lingjiao. Several female disciples rolled the best pen and ink on the table into paper, controlled the spiritual energy with the method taught by Qiuyin, and sent it to the window. Qiuyin took it and waved it with a smile.He waved his hand: "Thank you."

A male cultivator booed: "Why don't you entrust the 'boys'? I also want to be a girl. You have to be exposed to both rain and dew, so you can't be partial."

Qiu Yin glanced at him: "Okay, I have an entrustment. Your schoolwork teacher was arrested and went to Guangyun Peak to forge iron. You should follow along to help. Or should I "cut the mess quickly" and help you get rid of the man's shackles?"

The male cultivator knew that Qiu Yin's joke would come true, so he immediately begged for mercy. The hall roared with laughter, and sent away the beauty in red with flowers and snow.

Back on the roof, Qiuyin dipped his ink and quickly wrote a few strokes on the paper, asking Han Shun to investigate the deceased Princess Pingyang's biological mother Zhuo Lan in detail, sealed the letter with a small magic circle, and scratched Bai Que's chin,Ask the little guy to send a letter to the world.

But she turned over and went out of the house, informed the monks, took the token of the training hall that she had asked Lu Tai in advance, and went to the Linlang Book Pavilion on Mount Everest.

"Battle between immortals and demons." Qiu Yin sat on the floating clouds, pawing at the bookshelves casually, and found a record of fighting between the north and the south a hundred years ago, but the battles between immortals and demons are actually very common, and there are many disciples who sneak into the south every year.

A hundred years ago, Nan Henyu had become a sword fairy, and the sword mark should be a matter of going forward.

The land of Qiu Yintou was ups and downs in the sea of literature, and no valuable clues were found. The only book recorded that the Tianhen Road split from north to south, and it only wrote about the grand scene of the world at that time. As for the cause, the author did not even have a guess.

Qiu Yin threw the book away, and the scroll turned around in the air, returning to its original position following her aura.After struggling with the most annoying text for a long time without any result, she went out a little annoyed.

It is useless to ask books, you can only ask people.

"Southern territory?" Immortal Baimao didn't boil the medicine today, but smashed the petals instead. The fresh peach blossoms are still stained with morning dew.However, there is no monk who holds a sword who has not been to the southern border."

"I haven't been there yet." Qiu Yin, who has become a new subordinate of the Mozun, said, "I'm really curious about that place. Master can't ask questions after retreating, so I can only come to bother you."

"Don't bother me, I'm glad someone can talk to me." Immortal Baimao poured the flower juice from the petals into a bowl, and sifted it through a small net. She moved very slowly, with a sense of twilight that had been with the years for a long time, to appease Xia QiuYin is still a little restless.

"You don't need to worry, you should go to the southern border in terms of cultivation, but that place is dangerous, there is no difference between immortals, demons, and humans in the southern border.

You have too little experience, it is easy to suffer, I don't agree with you going now, it's not like there are no other places in the fairy world.Immortal Baimao said as he fumbled, seeming to pause, "But Bihua is very much in favor of you going to the southern border."

Qiu Yin thought of learning the technique of transforming shadows, and the master almost taught a hundred scriptures: "I didn't see it."

"Worry and approval are two different things. There is no right or wrong under the Buchen sword, but Bihua is very contradictory to you sometimes." Immortal Baimao said, and smiled, "I'm afraid that whichever master will stand on you will have to struggle a lot."Fan, I just didn't expect that such a decisive person as Bi Hua would consider the direction of your path, Qiu Yin, you are very special."

Qiu Yin was given an inexplicable meal. She didn't know whether it was a curse or a compliment, but she was always good at hearing all the evaluations of herself as good words: "Thank you?"

Immortal Baimao shook his head: "You don't understand now, whether it's Biyun or Bihua, the expectations for you are different from those for others.

I don't know what to expect, but I only know that you are still a twenty-year-old girl, so let's take it easy in the south."

"But the crisis will not be lenient just because I am young. When the world sends a 'punishment', the three-year-old child and the thousand-year-old fairy god are all powerless ashes in the catastrophe." Qiuyin looked at the Baimao fairy who stopped, "I thinkEven if it is ash, there is a difference between standing and crawling."

"In your eyes, is crawling a coward willing to die?"

"You don't understand me, I never care about other people's lives and affairs." Qiu Yin said in a calm and cold tone, "I'm not a god outside the sky, I just care about myself, at least I've been trying to save face for twenty yearsExperience tells me that I would rather die than surrender."

The old woman was pounding the flower juice, blending it into the inkstone, and grinding it with the ink. The fragrance of the peach blossoms gradually faded, sweet and not vulgar. She didn't know if she heard the words of the younger generation, as if she had fallen into the company of the yearsIn the middle, it took a long time before he said, "It's very good of you."

Qiuyin always felt that she had left half a sentence, but she was not interested in asking: "You don't have to worry about me, my master didn't go to the southern border when he was young, and now he is still a sword fairy, and the demon masters in the magic cave dare not come to provoke him.", Why can’t I, maybe I can overturn the devil’s lair and retreat completely, Taiqingzong will have a second sword fairy.”

"Bi Hua is much more humble than you, and she won't do anything to overthrow the Devil's Nest."

Immortal Baimao laughed at the cute arrogance of the junior, and poured cold water on her at the right time to prevent her fox tail from sticking up in the sky, "Besides, Bihua didn't get out of his body, do you think your invincible master is a Nascent Soul when you first started?"

"Eh?" Qiu Yin asked naturally, "My master would be injured by someone else, true or false, who can do it, the demon in the southern border?"

She seemed to be very interested in the embarrassing things about Master, and said expectantly: "Tell me quickly."

"I think that's why you came here." Immortal Baimao shook his head helplessly, "You, that's fine, so you don't have to keep asking. Indeed, even a sword fairy who hasn't grown up can hurt her.Only Mozun, Bihua was once hit by Mozun's sword."

Qiu Yin's focus is very strange: "The Demon Lord also uses a sword? I thought it was fan bells and other fancy things."

"When I was treating her wounds, Bihua herself said that she was stabbed by the Mozun."

Immortal Baimao turned his back, put the polished ink on the desk, and glanced at the never-fading spring outside the window. He was so gentle that he said, "I don't know.Immortals with spiritual bones and veins will also forget, maybe the southern border will remember."

In the Devil's Cave in the South, Qiu Yin lay resting in a dark cave, outside the cave was piled high with demons, all of them were idiots who refused to accept her new official appointment and thought that I could do it myself.

She opened her eyes, reflecting the natural and treacherous patterns on the black rock, then looked at the distant cave outside, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "The nobleman forgets things, the world is noble, and his memory is worse than the old man, how can he remember."

"My lord." A "three-legged" demon stood under the scale hole, asking for instructions in awe.

Qiu Yin looked away: "Say."

"Yes." The magic words who came to convey the message were fast, "Master Mozun, please."

There was no response from the scale cave for a long time, the demon stood beside the pile of corpses of the same species, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and when he was about to jump into the pile of corpses by himself, he finally heard a cold voice: "Got it."

Qiuyin stepped out of the scale hole, the blood-red sunset of the devil's cave made her eyes hurt, and she squinted uncomfortably.

After airing her out for several days, the noble Mozun, who shrank in the dark, was finally willing to let her into the turtle shell.

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