When Zhong Qing looked back, she saw a saber man standing behind her.
Gu Zhuo was in white clothes and inked hair with a silver hair belt.
His ensembles were quite familiar.
She thought about it.
They looked at each other coldly and with arrogance pretending to look back again.
Lonely and cautious, his temperament was colder. He was a highly gifted figure in Taoism and his brothers respected him highly.
The face of the woman behind him was thin and strange. She thought that Zhong Qing was an unknown foreign disciple.
How rude was she?
She yelled at Zhong Qing, “Who are you?” There was a hint of anger on her voice and then suddenly, she pushed Zhong Qing.
Zhong Qing was shocked as she glided by about two steps, but was not hurt. But even then, she looked badly.
She looked coldly at the woman in front of her. “Didn’t the elders in your family ever teach you that you need to ask the family first before the inquisition about the origins of the others?”
She acted both instructive and demure around Xiao Wangyun because she knew they were close to each other. However her instinctive desire to depend on him did not mean that she really became silly sweet.
But at that moment, in front of this man, she felt very embarrassed that it seemed like the whole world owed her appearance to the disciples and it made her lose appetite.
“From which mountain are your disciples? Why don’t you understand the rules? Do you want me to report to the house?”
When the other female disciples came up, they heard the words of Zhong Qing.
She didn’t want to talk about it any further, but the women in Qing Yi were not stupid either.
For a long time, no visitors came to the mountain and among the clan gates, the famous brothers and sisters, she already witnessed and deliberately understood the characteristics of people in order to avoid one day inadvertent misunderstanding.
Obviously, the appearance of Zhong Qing and the other women wearing white clothes without redundant decoration did not conform to the appearance of any of the core disciples of the Qing Yi women. But in her heart, she also loved to be a foreign disciple who never saw the world before she dared to speak so unscrupulously.
While Zhong Qing looked at them in the eye, she already knew what they were. But for them, there was nothing special about her that’s why they didn’t take her seriously.
Sure enough, she looked at the face of the man in white who flashed a bit of intolerance, apparently very dissatisfied with the woman’s intrusion into stealing his own words.
However, he did not care about her, but looked coldly and said, “You know where this place is?”
Of course, she knew and hummed, “If I say yes, what does it have to do with you?”
The man in white took a look at the top of the hill, flashing a ray of enthusiasm in his eyes, and then looked back at Zhong Qing sternly, “This is the mountain where the fairy king lives. The world knows that the fairy king likes a quiet place. None of the disciples of Taoist dares to disturb the fairy king. So if you are a disciple of this mountain, do you not understand the rules?”
Zhong Qing: “…”
Was this man an admirer of the fairy king?
She carefully looked at the man in white who was called Brother Gu. She saw that his look was not fake and his dissatisfaction also faded.
He seemed like a king, but still she did not know him.
She showed an unclear smile, “Will I disturb the fairy king if I just stand here? Why do the kings seem too easy to be affected?”
She glanced at a few people and lifted her legs to leave, “It’s going to rain, girl, but wherever I go, don’t worry about me!”
When Zhong Qing looked back, she saw a saber man standing behind her.
Gu Zhuo was in white clothes and inked hair with a silver hair belt.
His ensembles were quite familiar.
She thought about it.
They looked at each other coldly and with arrogance pretending to look back again.
Lonely and cautious, his temperament was colder. He was a highly gifted figure in Taoism and his brothers respected him highly.
The face of the woman behind him was thin and strange. She thought that Zhong Qing was an unknown foreign disciple.
How rude was she?
She yelled at Zhong Qing, “Who are you?” There was a hint of anger on her voice and then suddenly, she pushed Zhong Qing.
Zhong Qing was shocked as she glided by about two steps, but was not hurt. But even then, she looked badly.
She looked coldly at the woman in front of her. “Didn’t the elders in your family ever teach you that you need to ask the family first before the inquisition about the origins of the others?”
She acted both instructive and demure around Xiao Wangyun because she knew they were close to each other. However her instinctive desire to depend on him did not mean that she really became silly sweet.
But at that moment, in front of this man, she felt very embarrassed that it seemed like the whole world owed her appearance to the disciples and it made her lose appetite.
“From which mountain are your disciples? Why don’t you understand the rules? Do you want me to report to the house?”
When the other female disciples came up, they heard the words of Zhong Qing.
She didn’t want to talk about it any further, but the women in Qing Yi were not stupid either.
For a long time, no visitors came to the mountain and among the clan gates, the famous brothers and sisters, she already witnessed and deliberately understood the characteristics of people in order to avoid one day inadvertent misunderstanding.
Obviously, the appearance of Zhong Qing and the other women wearing white clothes without redundant decoration did not conform to the appearance of any of the core disciples of the Qing Yi women. But in her heart, she also loved to be a foreign disciple who never saw the world before she dared to speak so unscrupulously.
While Zhong Qing looked at them in the eye, she already knew what they were. But for them, there was nothing special about her that’s why they didn’t take her seriously.
Sure enough, she looked at the face of the man in white who flashed a bit of intolerance, apparently very dissatisfied with the woman’s intrusion into stealing his own words.
However, he did not care about her, but looked coldly and said, “You know where this place is?”
Of course, she knew and hummed, “If I say yes, what does it have to do with you?”
The man in white took a look at the top of the hill, flashing a ray of enthusiasm in his eyes, and then looked back at Zhong Qing sternly, “This is the mountain where the fairy king lives. The world knows that the fairy king likes a quiet place. None of the disciples of Taoist dares to disturb the fairy king. So if you are a disciple of this mountain, do you not understand the rules?”
Zhong Qing: “…”
Was this man an admirer of the fairy king?
She carefully looked at the man in white who was called Brother Gu. She saw that his look was not fake and his dissatisfaction also faded.
He seemed like a king, but still she did not know him.
She showed an unclear smile, “Will I disturb the fairy king if I just stand here? Why do the kings seem too easy to be affected?”
She glanced at a few people and lifted her legs to leave, “It’s going to rain, girl, but wherever I go, don’t worry about me!”
