The First Cause of All Realms

The night suddenly came, blocking the sky, covering the mountains and rivers and the earth. Among the mountains, it was quiet for a while, only a little insect chirping.

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"I'm dead again?!"

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At the foot of Jianfeng, Chu Tianyi was a little stunned.

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He is no stranger to 'death'.

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When he first obtained the supernatural power of "Knowing the Future", he used this supernatural power before every adventure, and he was seriously injured and died many times.

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Relying on this magical power, in these years, from Qingzhou to Longyuan, and then to Dongyue Road, he has achieved all kinds of achievements that are unbelievable to ordinary people.

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Others only know that he acts resolutely and is brave and diligent, but they don't know that he has always been "walking on thin ice and doing things bravely and diligently".

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However, since he worshipped in the Sword Casting Villa, and successively developed the two divine arts, the Seven Kills, Seven Seizures, and the Innate Invisible Breaking Sky Sword, similar words have never appeared again.

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Now……

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"This fairyland is dangerous..."

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Chu Tianyi frowned, but he was not confused. He took out the ancient scroll that Long Yi gave him, and read it carefully.

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The first half of the ancient scroll records the sporadic records in the illusion of Liuji Mountain, while the second half of the scroll looks more like a travelogue.

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Thousands of words are eloquently recorded, and the records are of the 72 famous mountains where the sloppy Taoist escaped from suspended animation and traveled around the world under the Hanging Mountains, leaving traces.

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etc……

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"The seventy-two peaks are hanging in the air?"

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Chu Tianyi's eyes flickered, and he caught the main point:

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"Could it be that the 'immortal fantasy' left by the sloppy Taoist has more than one entry point? Perhaps the crisis foreseen by the supernatural power is not the fantasy itself, but an outsider like me?!"

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hum~

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As soon as his mind moved, Chu Tianyi triggered the supernatural powers again, although the continuous activation of supernatural powers in a short period of time was a heavy burden on him.

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[...You carefully entered the fairy and magic realm... You were very shocked and excited, you pulled out the unnamed Qianlian Shenfeng...]

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【you are dead! 】

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"???"

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Again, dead again? !

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Now, Chu Tianyi was really moved.

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After nine years of tempering in the Cangfeng Valley, he not only forged his own troops, but also ignited the melting pot, recast the classics, and stepped into the realm of masters.

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Relying on two unparalleled divine arts, he asked himself how big the world was, and there was no way he could go.

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how come……

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Come again!

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Chu Tianyi gritted his teeth.

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[...You pull out the Qianlian Divine Edge...you're dead...]

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【You pull out...】

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【you are dead……】

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……

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After several attempts, Chu Tianyi had to stop, and his face turned pale.

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At this time, a thought lingered in his mind:

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"Why do I have to draw a sword?"

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This time, the time interval was very long, and it was only when the sky was bright that Chu Tianyi regained a bit of his complexion, prompting 'Knowing the future against the future'.

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[You have made up your mind that you will never take the initiative to draw your sword unless it is absolutely necessary...]

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[You have entered the fairy and magic realm, you are very shocked and excited...]

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【you are dead! 】

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"..."

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Chu Tianyi was messy in the wind.

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For a moment, he almost wanted to give up entering this fairy and magic realm, but in just a moment, he choked off this idea.

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Chu Tianyi calmed down, closed his eyes and sat in meditation. Every once in a while, he used a magical power, and the cycle went back and forth. When he opened his eyes again, it was two days and one night later.

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As far as he could see, the sky darkened again, and at the bottom of the sword peak in front of him, a faint white light appeared, soft like a cloud, slowly spreading.

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"Huh!"

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He let out a long breath and calmed the throbbing in his heart.

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Looking back at the distant mountain, he knew that, far away, his master was also paying attention to it.

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He understood that this trip to the Immortal Demon Realm was both a chance and a test.

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In the final analysis, the 'seed' cultivated by the sect is not the only one, and the existence of those few cannot be concealed from him.

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If you don't have the power to oppress your peers, you will be replaced sooner or later, and the big sect will never bet on just one person.

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"A test..."

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Chu Tianyi was heartbroken and stepped into the mountain.

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I want to see who you are! !

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……

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……

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when!

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when!

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when!

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The crisp and long sound of the jade bell echoed in the clouds and mist.

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The morning light broke, the red sun came out in the east, and the scorching golden light passed through the clouds and became scattered, reflecting the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, shining brightly.

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The peaks soaring into the clouds and the cliffs are like swords. At first glance, this Taoist temple seems to be suspended in the air, so the mountain is named 'Hangkong Mountain'.

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Located on the top of the peak, the Taoist temple is naturally not big, or even small, with seven entrances in the front and rear, and hundreds of wing rooms.

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Compared to other great sects in the world, this Taoist temple is almost shabby.

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when~

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The bell fell three times, and the morning class was over.

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Outside the Hanging View, on the high platform that looked like white jade, dozens of Taoists opened their mouths in unison, and while the strong wind was howling, it seemed that a dense purple air was rolling in.

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Different from Lanke Temple and Zhujian Mountain Villa, Xuankong Mountain does not accept anyone to be a teacher, but seeks apprentices.

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In each generation, the Seven Meridians joined forces and took in forty-nine disciples, and in the end, only seven true heirs were left.

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Also known as the "Seven Sons in the Sky".

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The losers of the competition will go down the mountain to find another way out. Among them, there are many founders who have established schools for thousands of years.

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There is a faint momentum of replacing 'Xuan Yimen' as the ancestral family of Taoism.

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In the Hanging View, the master and the apprentice get along harmoniously. Every day before and after the morning bell, they will gather in front of the white jade platform to breathe out the purple energy of the rising sun and refine their 'pure yang energy'.

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The purple air dissipated, and the Taoists dispersed.

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Sitting on the high platform, the unremarkable old Taoist suddenly opened his mouth and called one of them:

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"Qingting."

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At the end of the seat, the young Taoist, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with handsome features and deep eyes, stopped when he heard the words, turned around and bowed:

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"Headmaster."

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"Qing Ting, you don't have to participate in the compilation of the 'Jinxiu Mountains and Rivers List'. Your senior brother 'Qingdu' is responsible for contacting Jinyiwei."

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The old man opened his mouth.

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"Yes……"

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Lu Qingting nodded in response, and then said, "This, what is wrong with the disciple?"

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"No, you have done a good job, but there are more important things than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List', and I want you to do it."

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Xuanwei Laodao shook his head slightly.

"More important things?"

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Lu Qingting was slightly startled:

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"Is there anything more important than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'? This list is related to the 'Book from the Ground'..."

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It is no secret that Xuankong Mountain and the imperial court have jointly compiled and usurped the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, and over the years, he has been in charge of this matter.

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It is the top priority in the view.

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"The 'book from the ground' is elusive, whether it succeeds or not, no one knows. We promised the emperor just because we didn't want to offend the court."

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Xuanwei Laodao shook his head slightly, and then said sternly:

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"People all over the world are chasing books from the ground. My Xuankong Mountain is no longer the grand occasion that I used to be, so don't join in the fun. What Pindao wants you to do is about my future."

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"Um?!"

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Lu Qingting's heart jumped.

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About the future of Hanging Mountain?

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It was the first time he had seen the headmaster with such an attitude, solemn, even apprehensive.

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Who is Xuanwei Daoist?

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The head teacher of Xuankong Mountain, who is in charge of Taoism in the world, is recognized as the most sage master in the world, and both Taoism and martial arts are the best in the world.

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He is only one Taoist fruit away from the Martial Saint. When it comes to martial arts, he is probably not inferior to many Martial Saints in the world.

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Today's Xuankong Mountain is one of the three major sects in the world. There are various masters and uncles of the sect, and there are various branches scattered all over the world.

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Who can shake the future of Hanging Mountain?

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"One thousand and two hundred years ago, the reason why the Patriarch suspended Jinding's death was to use his suspended animation to cut off the entanglement of air luck with Xuankong Mountain..."

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Old Xuanwei could see Lu Qingting's doubts clearly, but he did not solve the doubts, but told an old story on his own.

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"It has something to do with the patriarch?"

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Lu Qingting calmed down.

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"...The Patriarch found seventy-two divine peaks in the world. Using his own qi as a guide, he took advantage of the power of the mountains and rivers in the world to suppress the 'one-page book of the underworld' somewhere between heaven and earth..."

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"The Patriarch suppressed a page of the Book of the Underworld? The reason for suspended animation is to not implicate the sect?"

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Lu Qingting was a little startled.

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It was the first time he had heard these words. There was no record of a few words in the sect classics.

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"Patriarch, heaven and man! However, Mingshu is the legendary treasure of the underworld. It's late, but it will come eventually."

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Xuanwei Old Daoist sighed lightly:

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"The 'Immortal Realm' left by the ancestors is about to be born, and you are very fast in this world with 'Spiritual Movement', and you can walk for the poor road.

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Take back the sword of the master, the Seven Tribulations Sword. "

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Lu Qingting digested it for a while before nodding his head:

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"Disciple understands."

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"Don't be careless."

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Seeing his response, Xuanwei's old Daoist warned:

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"The Patriarch borrowed the seventy-two divine peaks to suppress the earth, and invisibly owed those famous mountains and rivers. Therefore, the fairy and magic realm will appear in those seventy-two divine peaks at the same time..."

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"You have to be careful."

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"Teacher, don't worry."

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Lu Qingting smiled slightly:

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"The disciple is not good at fighting, but the skill of escape is the best in the world."

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After saying that, he bowed to say goodbye.

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Without seeing how he moved, his figure had disappeared in place, and after a moment, he had reached the mountain gate ten miles away.

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Its speed is so fast that even Taoist Xuanwei, who is only a line away from Martial Saint, can't help but look sideways.

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"Divine ability..."

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The old Taoist murmured and closed his eyes.

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He studied Confucianism at a young age, was famous in Shilin, and became a monk in middle age. He was known as a true Taoist cultivator. Martial Dao, which he never practiced with all his heart, has also arrived at the gate of Wusheng.

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Even if he is in charge of Hanging Mountain, it seems to be a matter of course, without any hindrance.

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However, he still has no Dao fruit...

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Phew!

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The void was dense, and Lu Qingting appeared in a flash. In front of the hanging view, on the only way to go down the mountain, someone blocked the way.

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The autumn wind is gentle, and the old trees with few branches and leaves sway with the wind.

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Wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and a delicate female crown with her hands behind her back, she looked at the distant mountains from under the tree, surrounded by the light mist blown by the wind.

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It's like a fairy in a painting.

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"Master, Senior Sister?"

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Lu Qingting looked slightly tight.

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The one in front of him is his senior sister, and the first and only one of their generation to be identified as the 'Seven Sons in the Sky'.

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Gu Qingyi.

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"Junior Brother, where are you going?"

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The female crown in white smiles:

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"Take me one?"

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"no."

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Lu Qingting took a step back and shook his head in rejection.

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The female crown was pacing, and Lu Qingting stepped back again and again, so repeatedly, one person walked more than ten feet, and the other retreated more than ten feet.

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And just as Lu Qingting was about to run away, the female crown spoke up.

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"No, that's fine."

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Unexpectedly, the female crown did not force it, but she just found a glass of wine from nowhere and handed it to the junior brother to see him off.

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Unexpectedly, seeing this glass of wine, Lu Qingting's body trembled suddenly, almost prompting "God Xing" to run away.

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There are seven 'seeds' in Xuankong Mountain contemporary, and many of them are stronger than himself, but he believes in 'God' and never fears.

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Only the person in front of him~www.readwn.com~ is truly fearful to the core.

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"It's Meng Po soup again?"

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Lu Qingting's eyes were full of vigilance. God knows how long it took him to remember the three words 'Meng Po Tang':

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"Senior sister, don't you think I'll drink you another glass of wine..."

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"Yes?"

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Gu Qingyi smiled slightly.

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"you?!"

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Lu Qingting felt bad, but felt dizzy and dazed for a while.

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"Senior brother?"

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In a blur, he heard Senior Sister's cry and opened his eyes:

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"Senior sister? You..."

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"Is it too hard to cultivate? Why do you suddenly feel startled when you are walking?"

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Gu Qingyi was a little worried.

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"Senior sister Lao is worried, brother is fine."

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Shaking his gray-hearted head, Lu Qingting forced out a smile, thinking that he was practicing too hard:

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"Senior sister, where are we going?"

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"You~"

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Gu Qingyi sighed helplessly:

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"You forgot, the Sect Master ordered me to retrieve the 'Seven Tribulations Sword', and asked you to drive the car for me..."