[Chapter 280 Brother Holy Land (Ninth)]
Speaking of Xia Qingchen.
After half a month, I finally arrived at Jingyuan Temple in the central region.
The Zen temple sits and lies deep in the mountains.
The setting sun shines high, pouring waves, casting a layer of holy brilliance for the ancient temple.
Wan Lai was silent, except for the distant sound of the bell.
The artistic conception is far away, Zen is ethereal.
Xia Qingchen ordered Tian Ge to slowly descend to the foot of the mountain.
There is a gazebo there, and in the pavilion there is a stone tablet.
The three characters “Dismounting Pavilion” are engraved on the stele.
There have been dozens of mounts here, all of which are extraordinary.
When Tian Ge came down, they shivered and neighed in terror.
It was Tian Ge, who dismissed them: “A bunch of scum.”
Xia Qingchen’s mouth twitched, this monster…
“Find a place to rest, don’t attract attention.” Xia Qingchen said.
Tian Ge nodded and flew away arrogantly, looking for a clean place.
Xia Qingchen only needs to whistle and it will come back.
Tian Ge just flew away.
Two galloping figures flashed in succession, comforting the frightened mounts.
One of them, with a pockmarked face and a thin 18-year-old boy, shouted from a distance, “What happened just now?” With
that attitude, it was as if Xia Qingchen was a servant to show them the horse.
Xia Qingchen was too lazy to pay attention, and walked up the mountain.
“What about you, are you deaf or blind?” The pockmarked boy strode over and asked.
Xia Qingchen glanced at him just now: “Go away!”
The young pockmarked boy was extraordinarily impulsive, and he was ready to start as soon as he rolled up his sleeves.
On the other hand, the nineteen-year-old youth next to him looked at Xia Qingchen with a little deep meaning, stopped the young Mazi, and asked with a smile, “Does your Excellency also attend Jingyuan Temple?”
Xia Qingchen nodded lightly. .
The latter looked left and right: “Did you come here?”
Jingyuan Temple is deep in the mountains and forests.
But Xia Qingchen’s body was spotless, so it could be seen that there must be a mount.
But, why did he disappear?
Xia Qingchen frowned slightly, did he come over and let this person manage?
“Sorry, I’m on my way.” Xia Qingchen said lightly, bypassing them and preparing to go up the mountain.
However, a solemn voice came from an ancient tree.
Looking up, he saw a monk sitting cross-legged on a branch.
It’s just that its breath is so weak that Xia Qingchen only discovered it at this moment.
“Donor, please stay, you can go up the mountain tomorrow.”
Xia Qingchen stopped, stared deeply at the monk, and slowly retreated.
As soon as he came back, he noticed the evil wind coming from behind him.
Turning his head to look, it was the pockmarked boy who punched his vest with a fierce punch.
In his mouth, he was still swearing: “Deaf deaf, give you a punch from Grandpa!”
Xia Qingchen had not turned around yet, so it should be difficult to resist.
But he does not necessarily need to turn around when facing the enemy.
Homecoming!
He turned with one hand in the air, and photographed a massive boulder not far away, and rammed it towards him at an extremely fast speed.
The young Mazi was caught off guard, and was immediately knocked flying by the sudden 1000-pound boulder.
Boom –
a dull sound, the pock boy was banged and spit out a big mouthful of blood.
He slammed into a thick tree trunk so hard that it almost broke the tree.
His partner’s complexion changed slightly, and he immediately stepped forward to check the injury. After confirming that there was no serious problem, he looked at Xia Qingchen with a little dissatisfaction: “Why is your action so ruthless?”
Hearing his rebuke, Xia Qingchen said nothing. Grabbing with both hands, the two giant boulders flew over together.
The latter’s face changed slightly, and he hurriedly ran the exercises to resist.
Although he reacted, he was still pushed back by the boulder, his palms tore through a large piece of skin, and blood flowed.
The two of them are only in the Seven Whirlpool Realm of Dachen.
Although Xia Qingchen is the sixth vortex of the big Chen, but with all the strength, the eight vortex of the big Chen have to retreat three times.
Naturally not his opponent.
“You’re too presumptuous, why did you even take action as an onlooker like me?” The boy with his torn palms was shocked and angry.
Xia Qingchen retracted his inner strength and said lightly: “He made a sneak attack, you acquiesce! He was beaten, and you accused me of being too ruthless! Now tell me, you are a bystander?”
He was most disgusted by such people.
Pretend to be neutral, but in fact, privately she is biased.
If you want to join forces, join forces, why cover up and pretend to be neutral!
“Where did you come from? Dare to report your name?” the latter said.
Xia Qingchen said indifferently, “If I were you, get out now!”
With a gesture of his palm, the two youngsters immediately retreated in fright.
In this way, Xia Qingchen’s side was clean.
He came to the pavilion, leaned on the stone tablet, closed his eyes and meditated.
Karma –
an elegant swan chirping came.
Xia Qingchen looked up and saw a huge swan monster flying over.
Angrily walked down from the top, and shook his head to himself: “Hey, sister Yun is not very at ease with me.”
It turned out that Gong Liangyun stayed in a small city on the edge of the forest.
I don’t want to be alone with this person in the deep mountains and forests.
Just as he was talking, he saw Xia Qingchen suddenly, and raised a smile: “Xiongtai also participated in Jingyuan Temple, right? Under the Nebula Sect Holy Land disciple, Lu Zhong”
Nebula Sect Holy Land?
Xia Qingchen got up and took out his white stone.
Seeing this, Lu Zhong was startled: “Xingyun Sect’s low-level disciple, Xia Qingchen?”
He asked incredulously: “How could the Nebula Sect send a low-level disciple here?”
“The arrangement of the sect.” Xia Qingchen retracted the order card, said plainly.
Lu Zhong looked suspiciously at Xia Qingchen: “What is your cultivation base?”
He was the Seven Whirlpools of Dachen, and the Holy Land gave him the precious qualifications.
“Very ordinary.” Xia Qingchen said modestly. Lu Zhong nodded thoughtfully: “Yes! You are a disciple of the
mountain gate, and you are a newcomer. How high can your cultivation be?” There is a bit of contempt in the words. “It seems that you came here because of your relationship, right?” Lu Zhong took it for granted. He was no longer polite when he first saw Xia Qingchen, and he had a slightly condescending attitude. By relationship? It shouldn’t be counted, that was the reward he finally got by virtue of his credit for killing the three ghost Arhats.
Seeing that Xia Qingchen didn’t speak, Lu Zhong just took the other party’s acquiescence.
No matter how low-level disciples participate in Jingyuan Temple, they rely on relationships to succeed.
“Forget it, since you and I both belong to the Nebula Sect, follow me next and let me cover you so that you won’t be bullied.” Lu Zhong beckoned and led Xia Qingchen down a path.
Following the path, they came to a mountain village in a paradise.
These are the villagers who escaped the war and fled here.
The disciples who attended Jingyuan Temple on this trip all settled in the mountain village.
“Go and talk to the villagers, give some money, and free up two rooms.” Lu Zhong naturally instructed.
As if Xia Qingchen should do these little things for him.
Xia Qingchen paused and stepped forward.
Anyway, Lu Zhong didn’t need to say anything, he himself would find a foothold.
Soon, Xia Qingchen negotiated two vacant houses.
Just as he was about to move in, the pock-faced man was supported by his accomplice and went to the house for treatment.
Just happened to pass by their house.
[End of This Chapter]
