"Master, which sect we are?" Fang Qingzhu asked sweetly, all the barriers were melting under the sound of "Master".

"This," Qian Yiqun handed the golden elixir jade pot to Fang Qingzhu, "I'll talk about it then. The most urgent thing is to take this alchemy scripture and study it thoroughly. Well, there is also a [Xuanshui Pill], which has all the materials, so you can practice it."

"Master, I'm afraid it takes a quiet room to refine alchemy, and a copper cauldron..." Fang Qingzhu was embarrassed.

"Yes!" Qian Yiqun slapped his head gently, "The quiet room is in Yugou Cave Heaven! After you go, you will live in Qibao Building and let Li Yiqing and his sister take care of it. I will give you the utensils needed for alchemy, and then I will find Yangzhou craftsmen to create it."

After Qian Yiqun finished speaking, he thought about it and said, "Now you are my eldest disciple, you still have to pay attention to safety. Of course, the top priority is: don't show off to the outside world and be my disciple."

"I know, my master has a bad reputation." Fang Qingzhu said happily.

Qian Yiqun's mouth twitched and he thought to himself: Why did I forget the old monster Baimei? This little girl won't defeat her master, right? Bah, my brother is talented and spiritual, so I can't even think so!

"You know this." Qian Yiqun coughed twice, "When the crisis is time, you can claim my name as a way to delay time."

Fang Qingzhu had to ask something, but Qian Yiqun reached out to stop her.

Qian Yiqun was just becoming a master, but he was not used to having an apprentice asking messy questions all day long. He could not send people over and over again like his master, so he had to take out the killer weapon of the dignity of his master.

Less than a quarter of an hour after receiving a disciple, Qian Yiqun began to regret his decision, feeling that he shouldn't have accepted an apprentice with such a high difficulty coefficient as soon as he came up. Not to mention anything else, just how to get her back to the Yugou Cave Heaven quickly and safely is a problem that makes people scratch their heads.

Fang Qingzhu was not as concerned about this problem as Qian Yiqun, but was sincerely moved. Qian Yiqun did not need her to make a cauldron, and arranged a safe place for her to practice alchemy, and was also troubled by her safety. This was a treatment she had never enjoyed before. Some people were so easily satisfied, and just one care could make people excited.

"Master, don't worry. It's not far from Yangzhou here. I often walk in the world, it's okay." Fang Qingzhu said, "As long as you don't settle in the black store."

Qian Yiqun still felt that it was inappropriate. In today's chaotic times, it was very dangerous for a man to travel a long distance outside, let alone a woman? He turned back to the flower hall and asked everyone about their next itinerary.

"As long as I learn to pass on a letter from Hongyan, I can run around the world and go wherever I have something to do." Baisha said excitedly. He was born to inform, but the spiritual world did not open it up, so this attitude is purely optimistic and self-comfort.

"Where will I go, I will go, wherever Miko goes." Bai Feng's attitude was very firm.

Qian Yiqun nodded slightly and said to himself: These two can probably be used after coaxing them.

He turned to his senior brother and sister-in-law again... The aura that the two of them sat together made his head swell.

"I want to go to the capital to see it," Liu Dingding said, "Otherwise, I'll send Miss Fang back. By the way, is she yours now?"

"It's my disciple." Qian Yiqun corrected.

"Hey, can you accept disciples?" A Niu asked curiously.

"Hmm? Did the master say that I can't accept disciples?" Qian Yiqun asked even more curiously.

"Is that there's that? But I thought you would open a sect first and then take disciples." A Niu scratched his head, "Whatever you want, since you are your disciple, you can just arrange it."

Qian Yiqun's face turned dark: Isn't this equivalent to not saying it?

——Why didn’t Qian Wei come back yet? Otherwise, he could still make a trip.

Qian Yiqun gently tapped the seat armrest.

After two cups of tea, a paper crane flew in through the window and rushed straight to Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun took it and opened it. It turned out to be Fu Yuze's reply. The letter said that they had actually lost Yang Ai's traces. Thinking about not being able to throw Yang Ai alone in the wilderness, they had to not come back for the time being and continue to search for it.

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He couldn't say: Life and death are fate, so let Yang Ai die by himself? Fang Qingzhu is an apprentice, but Yang Ai is also a student who has been registered. As the saying goes, the palms and backs of hands are all flesh... It seems that the flesh on the palms are thicker... Qian Yiqun flipped his hands and suddenly remembered someone.

"Call Lin Zhiming." Qian Yiqun said to the servant of the Wang family who was responsible for serving outside the flower hall.

Lin Zhiming did not appear in the dense forest last night. It was obvious that his father knew that he was not good at kung fu and refused to let him take risks. He heard that the enemy who killed his father wanted to see him, the young leader of the Jinxiao Sect suddenly burst into blood. A short sword changed several positions in an instant, and he was thinking about how to draw the sword and assassinate his father when he saw his enemy.

The Wang family was afraid that the killing god would be impatient, so they said, "Actually, it's the same wherever they hide. Can you really kill him? It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, so let's hear what he has to say first?"

Lin Zhiming felt it was reasonable after hearing this, so he washed his face and looked at his eyes in the bronze mirror, closed it heavily, and then followed the servants of the Wang family.

When Lin Zhiming arrived at the flower hall, Qian Yiqun had already divided the pearls and the mirage stones to Fang Qingzhu, taught her how to use them, and it was also convenient for the two places to communicate remotely in the future. When he saw Lin Zhiming coming, he pointed to a seat and said, "Sit."

"The revenge of killing my father is irreconcilable!" Lin Zhiming was furious in his heart. He threw all the words "never too late for ten years to take revenge" in Java. The servant just now stood at the door and heard it, and said in his heart: I can't escape when I deserve to die! There are also those who are rushing to the gates of hell.

"Your father was killed by Huang Yuanba." Qian Yiqun said calmly.

Lin Zhiming was like a twelfth winter twelfth month of ice water.

——What an unfilial son you have to be able to make a mistake in your father-killing enemy!

Lin Zhiming felt that he had fallen into a black hole and kept spinning down, but he couldn't fall to the bottom.

"Wake up!" Seeing that he was in a trance, A Niu naturally woke him up with the roar of the Buddhist lion.

Lin Zhiming shook back and forth, finally stepped on his heels, stood firm and calmed down. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are lying! Master Leng, the Shangqing Palace..."

Qian Yiqun raised his hand to stop Lin Zhiming's words: "Do you see he is stupid? That's because he was brainwashed by Huang Yuanba's talisman. He thought that what he saw was actually instilled in him by Huang Yuanba."

Lin Zhiming recalled Leng Zhengqi's abnormal mental state, and contacted the monks' rumor that "Huang Yuanba is a spy"... He was immediately struck by lightning and said in a lost voice: "Then, then, last night... it wasn't you who killed my father?!"

"What kind of grudge do I have with your father? It's just that your father has a grudge with me like unrequited love." Qian Yiqun sat in the chair and patted the armrest, "Look, your father is like an ant, will I crush you to death? That's too boring."

——Why does this sound so harsh?

Lin Zhiming clenched his fists, but couldn't say a rebuttal.

The main suspect now suddenly withdraws another suspect. He must keep his useful body and find out the truth about his father's death!

"But, this incident was indeed caused by me." Qian Yiqun nodded heavily, as if he was reflecting on himself, "So I decided to return the Red Blood Sword to you."

"What sword!" Lin Zhiming shouted in dismay.

"Red Blood Sword." Qian Yiqun took out the token of the head of Jinxiao Sect from the golden scale basket, crossed it to his knees, gently pulled it away, revealing the red sword body inside.

"You really give me back?" Lin Zhiming had no hope for this sword, but unexpectedly he had lost it and gained it again.

And so fast!

"Well, but I have never given you a gift." Qian Yiqun said, "You have to be worthy of it before I can give it back to you."

"You said." Lin Zhiming calmed down completely. He knew that he had little experience in the sect, and that the Jinxiao sect was not a private sect of the same family. Now that his father was killed, the elders in the sect would most likely not let him serve as the head of the sect, unless he got the Red Blood Sword... and the last order of the former sect.

The fate is very simple, the key is the Red Blood Sword.

"See this Taoist priest," Qian Yiqun pointed at Fang Qingzhu, "escort her to Qionghua Temple in Yangzhou. As long as she arrives safely, I will return the sword to you. Oh, and your father's last words."

Lin Zhiming's eyes took a long time to move away from Fang Qingzhu's face, which made Qian Yiqun quite worried whether he would lead a wolf into the house...

Fortunately, the leader's attraction is far more than Fang Qingzhu's appearance. Lin Zhiming clasped his fists and said, "This matter is nothing. I sent this Taoist priest to the place. How should I come to you?"

"I want to go north to Liaodong to do something, and I will contact you with paper cranes along the way." Qian Yiqun said.

"How can I believe you?" Lin Zhiming finally asked his biggest concern.

"Besides believing me, do you have any other way to regain this sword? Also, is the Jinxiao Sect passed down from father and son? Young leader." Qian Yiqun laughed.

Once upon a time, Lin Zhiming enjoyed the fact that everyone called him "young leader" and also liked to call himself "young leader", which gave him the illusion of high position and power. He was unwilling to wake up from this illusion, and he only hoped to become the real sect like his father.

This is his dream since childhood!

"People have to overcome a lot on the road to realizing their dreams." Qian Yiqun stood up and shook a few steps, "For example, overcome the desire for beauty, and for example, overcome fear and doubt. There is always only one road, right under your feet."

Although it was a general topic, Lin Zhiming felt that this man seemed to have the ability to read the mind, and every word was typing him. He finally had a thought: it was not embarrassing to such a master.

"Mr. Lin will never let this Taoist priest lose half of his hair!" Lin Zhiming clasped his fists and said, "When will we set off?"

Qian Yiqun's head slightly and secretly spoke a long sigh.

Although there are no masters in the Jinxiao Sect, they are mysterious wealthy families in the martial arts world. How dare the bandits cause trouble for the Jinxiao Sect? As long as they fool this stupid boy, Fang Qingzhu's safety will be guaranteed.

This matter was arranged properly, and Qian Yiqun was finally able to set off north. Although he didn't know what difficulties and dangers were waiting for him, at least the main trunk of this small team was still there and he did not disperse his power because of the departure of his disciple Fang Qingzhu.
Chapter completed!