Although there is light work that can be used for short periods of time, you have to find a place to rest and wash your lower body along the way. The disciples of the Tianshan line all love Jie, and they can't see the slightest stain on their white clothes. Their respect for Qinghuan comes from the bottom of their hearts, so even the soft white gauze sedan chair must be cleaned once a day and then incense.

Alas... Qinghuan has been in the Tianshan line for some years, and I feel that this line is good everywhere, but it is too turbulent. Everyone is very clean and can't look at any mess. And I really like flowery frames! Obviously, they can do things with one palm, but they like to work out better-looking poses. Anyway, they love beauty but not life.

If things go on like this, Qing Huan has also been assimilated, and now she will be thinking about how to make her movements look better. Really...

Finally, after entering the guest room to rest, Qinghuan can take down the saint’s shelf, and spit out on the bed. She is actually more casual, and everything depends on her mood, but the saint of the Tianshan line wants Keep it cold and frosty at any time, looking at people with your nostrils. Over the years, she has worked hard to slowly change her image and has become a lot more kind, but when the disciples saw her, they were still trembling, and they didn't even dare to take the initiative to speak to her. If it weren't for Qing Huan's loneliness, he would probably be suffocated to death.

The saints of the Tianshan line are not made by words.

She just lay on the bed for a quarter of an hour, when the door of the room was knocked: "Saint."

Qing Huan waved his sleeves and opened the door. Several beautiful disciples in white came in carrying the bathtub, put their new clean clothes neatly on the table, and then stepped back respectfully.

By the way, when it comes to this, Qinghuan is very unhappy, because the Tianshan line has abandoned the most primitive appetite of human beings and feeds on dewy wild fruits! Those with a little deeper skill will start to consume bigu Dan, anyway, to be a detached person and get closer to the gods. In addition, they have always lived in seclusion on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and do not care about world affairs, and they do have the reputation of heaven on earth in the arena.

Qinghuan has been in the line of Tianshan for so long, and I haven't eaten a hearty meal. And because she is a powerful saint woman, the head of the house did not even feed her bigu Dan, so she often secretly went to the back mountain to grab some game and roasted it, and her life was too miserable, even if her status was so high, she was so much. People love and admire, and Qinghuan doesn't feel happy.

She just wants to quickly find the swordsman’s sister, knock her up, and then quickly descend to the next world to eat more...

After the bath, Qing Huan put on new clothes, and the old clothes will no longer be worn, and will be destroyed by the disciples. The female disciple who prepared the clothes for her was very cute. When she looked at her, she was shy and agitated. Qinghuan asked her a few words, and she was happily unable to distinguish the southeast and the northwest. She was holding Qinghuan’s clothes. His face flushed.

Qing Huan smiled, feeling that although these female disciples usually repressed their feelings and cut off their emotions and desires, most of the girls are soft and still cute.

She has been using this body for about four years. Originally, the owner of this body practiced madness. He was in a coma for five years and was frozen in a crystal coffin by the head of the body. Qinghuan only needs to return the body before she wakes up. can. Moreover, the previous saint is cold and frosty, and no one is allowed to approach, but she is soft as a spring breeze and full of affinity. Many people in the door were afraid of the saint more than respect, and felt that the saint was ruthless and unwilling to get close. Now she can be a saint. Attracted a lot of good people.

The real owner of this body is just in a coma and not dying. Qing Huan can also feel that they are sharing a pair of eyes to examine the world.

When Qing Huan was about to go to bed, she suddenly heard a noise from downstairs. She frowned and ignored it at first, but the noise became louder and louder. After a while, she heard the woman screaming.

A female disciple from the Tianshan line!

Qing Huan opened his eyes abruptly, opened the door with one palm, and walked out.

There was noisy downstairs. Qinghuan went out with only eight disciples, four of them carried the sedan, and the other four guarded the sedan in front of and behind the sedan. These people were carefully selected by the head of the sedan, and they were of good temperament. Good and profound skills, but at the moment, five of the eight disciples have been restrained. I don't know what kind of chain is attached to the quilt on their wrists, and they can't get rid of them. The remaining three are still struggling to support.

Almost just seeing Huan clearly makes him angry. Tianshan's line is full of women, and they have never been in contact with men. The rules of the door do not allow disciples to fall in love with men, otherwise they will all abandon martial arts and be expelled from the teacher. The martial arts of this line are also ruthless and undesirable, so they all grow in age, but they all have beauty and skill. Not to mention, the saint is already close to 60 years old, but her appearance looks like She still looked like a twenty-eight girl, even more immature than a disciple who had just started.

But the man in white clothes was so frivolous. He was clearly superior to a few disciples. He could catch them, but he wanted to tease them. From time to time, he touched his little hand and pinched his slender waist, and straightened the three female disciples. The face was flushed with anger. However, Tianshan Line has never committed crimes, so they did not commit any cruel attacks, but the man had to take an inch. When Qing Huan saw that he did not know which disciple’s apron had been pulled out of his hand, he was still leaning against the tip of his nose and sniffing. He shouted: "Vertical is rude!"

This gentle palm wind smashed it, which looked like water, but in fact it was extremely powerful. The man evaded hurriedly, but his apron in his hand changed his hand.

"Holy girl!" The female disciple who was snatched from her bellyband knelt down in front of Qing Huan with embarrassment and anger. "This person is extremely nasty, please punish him by the saint!"

"Bold! Do you know who my master is!" A white-faced man beside the man yelled sharply, clearly not paying attention to Qing Huan and others.

It was the man who saw Qinghuan who had a better temperament and figure than the female disciples. His eyes lit up, and he forgot how fierce Qinghuan's palms were, and he saluted and smiled and said, "Dare to ask this girl..."

"Go back to the room to tidy up." Qing Huan said this to the disheveled female disciple, and then she raised her eyebrows, "You humiliate my disciple, but I don't want to kill. You give up martial arts, and I will forgive you today. Immortal."

"What a big tone! Did you know..."

Qinghuan glanced at the white-faced man in disgust: "Neither male nor female yin and yang weird thing, don't dirty my eyes."

The white-faced man was smashed to the side. No one could see what was going on. With a wave of Qinghuan's sleeves, the restrained disciples instantly got out of control. They were far away from the man, like the moon, that is, The girl who prepared clothes for Qinghuan was ashamed and dying, probably because she had never experienced such a thing before, so she was still a little afraid: "Holy girl, when the disciple went downstairs, this man came up to molest him. The disciple is not his opponent. See other masters and sisters. Come to rescue the disciple, who knows how shameless this person is, unexpectedly—"

"I see, come here."

The iron chains in their hands were made of thousands of years of cold iron, and could not be opened without a key. However, the cold iron was like a piece of paper in Qing Huan's hands, easily turned into powder. "Dare to insult my disciple, how do you want to die."

The man was taken aback by Qing Huan’s kung fu, knowing that this decision was a figure he couldn’t provoke. Now it’s no better than in the capital. People in the arena are not afraid of their imperial relatives. Once they get angry, it’s impossible to kill him. . Now I laughed and said: "I am rude, I would like to give out silver thousand liang as compensation, and I asked the lady to have a lot of money, this matter has been exposed. I only admired the beauty of the noble disciples, and I didn't pay attention to it for a while, and I got the name of frivolous , It’s not what it meant."

The white-faced man trembling Lanhua pointed out what he wanted to say, but unfortunately he couldn't say a word after shaking for a long time.

"I have a line in the Tianshan Mountains, and I have never dealt with outsiders." Qing Huan said, slowly walking down the stairs. "Maybe it's been a long time since I've been away from the world, I dare to insult my reputation with anything."

How could she be polite, the white-faced man looked like an eunuch, and his identity must be either rich or noble. He was a high-powered martial artist and walked on the rivers and lakes. Only the prince who worshipped Bai Miao and was worthy of his brother. This person has the same disposition as Bai Miao, lustful, and if he abolished his martial arts today, he should be treated as an abolition for the people.

The prince only felt severe pain all over his body, and the power in his body seemed to be turned into air, but he couldn't bring out a trace of internal power. He was shocked and was about to move when Qing Huan slapped him in front of his disciple. "What did he do to you just now? Go back."

Although there are masters in the prince group, they are incomparable with the prince, and they are not the murderers of the female disciples. The disciples were all young women, so they didn't feel annoyed by this insult, and they fisted around the prince. When they were finished, they vented their anger and beat the prince's entourage. When the eldest demon king molested them, these people made a lot of foul talk behind them, which was really disgusting.

The inn couldn’t live anymore, so they left after beating them, leaving the prince who fell on the ground and all martial arts screamed in sorrow. How could they not understand that they had been bullying men and women for so many years, and finally they were destroyed in the hands of a group of beauties. . Why... They are different from the previous quack girls?

As the saying goes, things gather together by similarities. Looking at the virtue of the prince, Qing Huan has already anticipated what Bai Miao would be like. She deliberately asked the disciples to slow down the schedule, and when she rushed to the martial arts conference, she happened to hear them discussing how to find the artifact.

Among them, the head of the Kunlun faction is complaining: "This Tianshan line said to come to discuss together, why are there no one at this moment? This is their artifact but not ours. We are eager to help, but they dragged on. What's the reason?"

The master of Shaolin chanted Amitabha, and said: "The Tianshan Mountains are far away from here, and the road is far away. The poor monk has heard that there are people in the rivers and lakes who have seen the Tianshan line, and they will arrive soon."

Everyone was eagerly discussing again. On the surface, everyone is thinking about the Tianshan line, and if they want to help, in fact, everyone has selfish intentions.