Chapter 1367： let me help you

"Li Wantang?"

Ling Xiao frowned, especially the shyness on the face of the saint of Yaochi in front of him. It was even more innocent and lovely, which made people feel pity.

She has seven thousand fortunes in her body, although not much, but... squeezing is also worthwhile.

"I don't know why Young Master is looking for me? I and Young Master... never seem to have met?"

Li Wantang's voice was soft and charming, which was quite inconsistent with his looks.

"I'm not looking for you, it's Chi Luo."

Ling Xiao shook his head. A girl of luck like this is at best the role of a maid next to him.

The top priority now is to punish Qingyang and control the temple of killing.

As for the saint of Yaochi, in the future... if the opportunity is right, Ling Xiao wouldn't mind discussing with her about the water in Yaochi... more or less.

"Ah? Ah! It turned out to be Senior Sister Chi Luo..."

Li Wantang's pretty face was taken aback, and then he gave Xihua a somewhat annoyed look.

"Chi Luo? I wonder why the young master is looking for Chi Luo?"

The face of the saint master of Jade Lake was also a little dignified, yes, Chi Luo was indeed her saint of Jade Lake before.

But now, her Dao heart is broken, Xiantu hopeless, staying in the ancestral hall all day eating fast and reciting the Buddha, she has no intention of practicing.

Two hundred years ago, the honorable name of the saint of Yaochi fell on Li Wantang.

"Naturally it is important."

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, her eyes gradually drenched.

However, the saint master of Yaochi only felt cold all over, and was shocked by the aura of a respectable youth.

"Chi Luo... is in the Houshan ancestral hall, but the young master, Chi Luo has not seen any strangers for 300 years now, you..."

"It's okay, she will definitely meet me."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, then turned to look at Li Wantang, "Can Sister Li show a way for Ling?"

"Ah! Good, son, please here."

Li Wantang's original loss was immediately wiped out, and he immediately turned and headed towards the back mountain.

And it wasn't until the two figures walked away that a touch of sadness appeared on the face of the saint master of Yaochi.

Ling Xiao's appearance talent is an irresistible temptation for any young girl.

It's just that Chi Luo fell to where he is now because of the touch of his heart.

Compared to Xia Chen, Ling Xiao is undoubtedly ten thousand times better.

I don't know if this time, can her saint from Yaochi... be safe and sound?

"Does Sister Li practice in the mountains all year round?"

With twists and turns on the mountain road, Ling Xiao walked side by side.

Now that Bai Ling, Xia Zhimeng, Yu Yi and others have just set off, this trip to kill the temple has just begun, and he is not in a hurry to show up.

After all, he has to pry open Chi Luo's mouth first, knowing the true background of Qingyang, so that he can be considered foolproof.

"Ah, um... Since Senior Sister Chi Luo returned to the sect, Master has not allowed anyone to go down the mountain for nearly three hundred years..."

Li Wantang gave a wry smile, and there was a flicker of yearning in his eyes.

The situation in Qingcang is turbulent, but for contemporary people, it is a better opportunity for experience.

What good luck can you encounter if you stay in the mountains all day.

"It turns out that if Senior Sister wants to go down the mountain in the future, she can go with Ling Mou. Ling Mou still has some reputation in the Qing Cang realm."

Ling Xiao nodded and smiled. A saint in the Holy Land who had never been born, was afraid that after a little kneading, the luck on her body would even fall out of her clothes.

"Ah, okay, okay!"

Li Wantang really didn't expect Ling Xiao to invite her down the mountain to practice, and a look of expectation flashed across her beautiful eyes.

"But... Young Master, my senior sister is not very easy to get along with now. You will see her later, I'm afraid you will return without success."

"Is it."

Ling Xiao's expression was indifferent and did not explain.

The reason why Chi Luo trapped himself in the ancestral hall was mostly to redeem the sins in his heart.

But... Three hundred years have passed, and this sin has only become heavier.

Human, forgiving others is easy, but the hardest... is to forgive yourself.

Therefore, Ling Xiao planned to give her a chance to slash her enemies and give Xia Chen justice.

"Well, the son did not know. At the beginning, Senior Sister... had a very beloved Taoist companion, but unexpectedly, he colluded with the ghost clan and practiced extremely evil methods. In the end, Senior Sister broke with him and killed him in the Sect. In the door."

Li Wantang suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Ling Xiao's ear.

"Oh?"

"Since then, the elder sister has locked herself in the ancestral ancestral hall, perhaps to atone for the man. For three hundred years, the elder sister has never stepped out of the ancestral hall, nor has she spoken to anyone."

"I see."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, but when he looked up, he saw an ancient palace built of bluestone standing at the end of the mountain, and there was no wave of waves in his eyes.

Originally, it was Xia Chen who came back to the Yaochi Holy Land today.

But unfortunately, this son of destiny met Ling Xiao as soon as he was born, and ended in a dead end.

Therefore, his hatred can only be reported by Ling Xiao.

Brother Xia, you... don't have to thank me.

"My son, here it is..."

Li Wantang stopped and didn't dare to approach the stone temple for half a step. "Sir, senior sister's current temper... a bit... a bit irritable. On weekdays, no one except Master dares to enter the ancestral hall for half a step..."

"You go back."

Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked to the stone hall and pushed the door of the hall open.

Suddenly, only a scent of yin tide came to his face. Obviously, no one has been here for a long time.

Li Wantang did not leave in a hurry, for fear that Ling Xiao would be driven out by Chi Luo, with his hands hanging in front of him, with a worried expression on his face.

As soon as I saw it today, this Ling clan descendant was just like the rumor, with a gentle temperament and a decent conversation, without a trace of arrogance.

Sure enough, under the prestige, there is no falsehood.

"Sage of Chi Luo."

At this time, Ling Xiao looked at the figure in the hall, wearing linen clothes, kneeling on the ground, with long hair down, and a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

It stands to reason that with Chi Luo's talent, three hundred years later, he should have entered the Holy Realm long ago.

But, no, it's only in the second-grade state of respect, and it's not as good as contemporary people.

It seems that for these three hundred years, she really had a painful life.

Hearing the sound, Chi Luo's body trembled lightly and turned his head blankly. The next moment, her beautiful eyes suddenly condensed.

The sunlight outside the hall poured down, making Ling Xiao's figure more slender and taller.

At this time, his face was not clear, only some outlines were faintly seen.

Inexplicably, Chi Luoyu lightly covered her lips with her hand, and in addition to panic in her eyes, there was a sense of disintegration.

"Achen!!"

"I am not Xia Chen, my name is Ling Xiao."

Ling Xiao stepped forward to Chi Luo, and the latter's expression instantly solidified.

She stared at Ling Xiao in a daze, and at this handsome and determined face, the light that had just flickered in her eyes dimmed in an instant.

"Ling Xiao...Ling Xiao..."

At this time, Chi Luo had no appearance of a saint.

His face was tired and his hair was dull.

Even compared to the saint master of Yaochi, there is a bit less grace and charm.

"I don't know you, go out."

"The saint doesn't know me, but I... know Xia Chen."

Ling Xiao sneered, a person of second-grade respect, naturally there is no threat to him.

As long as Ling Xiao thinks, she can capture her at any time, search for her soul.