Chapter 815 Farewell, Arrive at Chifeng Mountains
"The kindness of the Pavilion Master is appreciated."
Lin Qingluo has already made up her mind after what happened just now, that she will not stay overnight in Yingke Xiaozhu, but she just wants to decline in person when she comes to see Pavilion Master Fengyue.
"There are only three days before the opening of the secret place. Qingluo wants to go to Spirit Snake Valley, and has no time to stay in Longping Town."
"Are you leaving now?"
The master of Fengyue Pavilion was startled, and subconsciously wanted to persuade him to stay: "The Chifeng mountain range is full of dangers, there are monsters infesting, you just arrived, why don't you take a rest in the town for a day, and then enter the mountain tomorrow."
"No, thank you Pavilion Master for your kind invitation."
Lin Qingluo raised his brows lightly, and declined with a smile: "We have already made preparations on the road, we don't need to rest anymore, we can just go straight into the mountain."
"Xiao Qingluo, stop thinking about it?"
The Master of Fengyue Pavilion came here with a purpose, and he is not reconciled if he fails to achieve his purpose.
"Don't think about it any more."
Lin Qingluo answered decisively, and her condensed gaze carried the meaning of repelling others thousands of miles away.
"Hi."
The master of Fengyue Pavilion's eyes dimmed, and with a sigh of regret, he took out a green jade tablet from the storage ring and put it in her palm.
"Since that's the case, I won't hold back the pavilion master. You should be careful when you go to the mountains to practice. If you encounter danger and crush this jade tablet, disciples from Fengyue Pavilion will come to rescue you."
"Thank you, Pavilion Master, for your love."
Lin Qingluo looked down at the token, her eyes flickered slightly, and accepted her kindness.
"Really not staying overnight in town?"
The master of Fengyue Pavilion saw that her attitude had softened, and asked again unwillingly.
"No, goodbye."
Lin Qingluo smiled lightly, bowed his hands and saluted, then turned and left.
"Let's go."
When all the young men saw her coming out of the hall, they all smiled comfortably.
Lin Jinlong waved his hand proudly, leading the horse and walking in front.
"Okay, let's go."
Shitou and the others responded loudly, venting the suffocation in their hearts and lungs.
"Lightning, let's go too."
Lin Qingluo waved at Lightning with a smile, and Lightning neighed and ran over cheerfully.
A group of young men led eight steeds and left the welcoming building with their heads held high. Without a moment's delay, they left the small town of Longping and headed towards the outskirts of the Chifeng Mountains.
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The Chifeng Mountains have a vast area and complex terrain. There are volcanoes that erupt all year round, as well as dense forests full of swamps.
Walking in the hinterland of deep mountains full of dangers, if you take a wrong step, you may fall into an underground ravine, attracting attacks from poisonous insects and beasts.
A group of young men left the town of Longping and galloped on horseback. Half an hour later, the low hills outside the Chifeng Mountains gradually came into view.
"Let's go into the mountains, what about the eight horses?"
Lin Jinlong's mount is a good steed for thousands of miles. He has been with him for a long time, and he and his horse have deep feelings for each other.
He was about to enter the forest, and he was restless, unwilling to give up his mount.
"stop!"
Lin Qingluo pulled the reins abruptly, and gestured to the young men to stop.
"Hey baby."
Lightning neighed, raised his front hooves, and ran forward a few more steps before barely coming to a stop.
"Hey baby."
The remaining seven horses neighed in unison and stopped.
"Sister?" "Master?"
"Sister?" "Huh?"
A group of young men didn't know why, they exclaimed in unison, mixed with the cries of leopard teeth.
"Get off the horse, let's walk into the forest."
Lin Qingluo's spiritual consciousness is strong, and he noticed that there were many martial arts practitioners and immortal cultivators in the outer area of the mountain range, and he was vigilant.
(end of this chapter)