You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 919 Go down the mountain!

His spiritual consciousness swept over the jade slip, and he was suddenly surprised. He looked at the handsome uncle, who was still carefree: "Don't keep it all to yourself, let them have a taste too." His eyes slanted, with a hint of meaning.

Changqing nodded, put the jade slip close to his body, but did not forget to give a few more words of flattery.

Only Zhong Baixuan, whose head was buried deep in the bowl of fish soup, had his fingers blue from exertion. He was still immersed in the reluctance to let Changqing leave suddenly one day, and was also worried about his own weakness.

As if realizing something, Chang Qing patted Zhong Baixuan lightly and said jokingly, "You're still drinking when the soup is almost empty? Even if it's really that delicious, there's nothing left in the pot!"

Pushing away Chang Qing's claws, Zhong Baixuan put on a smile again, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said goodbye to Kong Xuan and the others: "I still have to deal with the rumors in the peak, so I'll take my leave first."

Zhong Baixuan left in a hurry. Seeing this, Chang Qing hurriedly saluted a few people and quickly followed.

The remaining three people looked at each other, with helplessness in their eyes.

"I've seen clearly that this little brat is not one of us. Perhaps without our constraints, he can go further and have greater possibilities." Master Kong Xuan raised his wine gourd and took a sip, but felt the delicious taste of the fish soup in his mouth quickly disappear. He spat out the wine and muttered, "I'll have less and less food like this in the future!"

The handsome uncle nodded: "I hope that day won't come so soon!"

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At Xuan Ge Peak, Chang Qing took the blame for once and explained to all the disciples, thus clearing Zhong Baixuan. The next day, they gathered together, changed out of their sect uniforms, put on brocade clothes, restrained their spiritual energy, and looked like the noble sons and daughters of wealthy families in the mortal world, extremely charming and eye-catching.

Yun Qinghan seemed to be looking forward to going out and experiencing the world, and she even put on some light makeup, which was a rare sight for her: "Let's go, what are we waiting for?!" She sounded a little impatient.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Guangyu seems to be scared. I asked the two little guys to go and invite him personally." Changqing had a sly smile on his face.

At this moment, Guangyu was being carried by someone, tears streaming down his face, flying towards this place. "You beast! Even if you conscript a man, you should give him enough to eat. You're just working for nothing!!"

As soon as he heard that he was going to the mortal world to gain experience, he knew that this trip would take at least one or two years, and at most four or five years, and all the affairs of these peaks would be thrown onto him. He would have almost no time to practice cultivation. He certainly didn't want to do this, but when he went to his master for refuge, his master, Old Su, actually acquiesced, and was happily holding a rare treasure that he had obtained from nowhere, and playing with it lovingly.

Although he didn't have much experience, Guangyu knew that the mysterious aura of this object was not something that ordinary cultivators could possess. He understood everything in an instant. His master had already known about this and even sold him out for this treasure.

You are my dear master~ Guangyu wailed while being held down.

Hey, I won’t absorb this treasure. I’ll leave it to you and return it to you when they return. This item is called Earth Dragon Demon Flame, and it’s the only magical item for refining spiritual roots. You must seize this opportunity. Whether our master and disciple can reach a higher level depends entirely on you!

Guangyu was sold out and allowed to be taken away by He Niaoniao and Li Mengyu until he was pinned to the mission hall on Xuan Ge Peak.

When Shenlin returned, Jiaocang, wearing a half-gold and half-blue armor, set off for the Broken God Mountains with Xiaoguai and Yudan.

Everything was arranged properly, and Yun Qinghan impatiently pulled a few people to walk down the mountain. During this trip, they agreed that unless it was an emergency, they would not use the methods of practitioners, and would completely re-examine the world from the perspective of ordinary people. For this reason, Changqing planted restrictions on everyone's arms, but only gave a slight reminder when mobilizing spiritual power. If there was an emergency, a strong rush of spiritual power would be enough to defeat them.

They set out early in the morning and continued on their journey until nightfall without a single break. Even with the physical body of a cultivator, they felt their legs grow weak and a rare pang of hunger appeared in their stomach.

At this moment, the few of them had long lost the novelty of appreciating the mountain scenery. With tired faces, they finally found a small temple surrounded by grass in the mountains before nightfall. Yun Qinghan sat down on the ground, lying on the steps in front of the temple without any image. "I can't take it anymore. My legs don't feel like my own. They are sore and painful. Aren't the beds in the sect fragrant? I have to endure this torture~"

Zhong Baixuan opened the water bag on his back and handed it to Yun Qinghan, saying, "Our bodies, tempered by spiritual energy, have only been through such a difficult day's journey. I wonder how the poor people in the mortal world can persevere."

Xie Xinyu was sweating profusely, a few strands of hair clinging to his temples. He gasped as he spoke, "When I was young, the herbs my family found in the mountains had to be pulled onto a cart in the middle of the night, before dawn, under a starry sky, to a town sixty miles away. You can't imagine, but a cart full of herbs only fetched less than a tael of silver, and the coarse grains we got were barely enough to feed a family of four for a month. Back then, we had herbs but didn't dare get sick. Women in our area were married off before they turned fourteen. If it weren't for God's mercy, I'm afraid..."

Chang Qing said this so that everyone could be mentally prepared.

As expected, after hearing this, everyone fell silent. Ling Yu's blue robe embroidered with dragon patterns, which was soaked with sweat and clung to his body, was covered with goose bumps.

The clenched fist in his sleeve showed that the world was even further away from his own ambitions...

The vaccination had already been taken. Looking at the sky flashing with thunder in the distance, the small temple with holes on its roof and the dust inside the temple eroded by rain, Changqing turned around and disappeared into the forest.

Soon he walked out slowly, dragging a dry tree.

The silent atmosphere was finally shifted: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"

Chang Qing didn't respond. "Since we are mortals, we can't use spiritual power to clean and dry clothes. We need to wash and dry them ourselves. And if spiritual power is useless, we need to go to a place with water to cleanse ourselves. If you are lucky, there is a pond three hundred steps to the west. Of course, you need to be vigilant if there is any danger in the pond."

Yun Qinghan hadn't expected it to be so difficult. His face fell and he pouted, "Xiao Qingzi, do you really have to be so strict? I think you could be a little more relaxed about these trivial matters."

"No!" Hearing this, Chang Qing stood up straight and became serious. "In the mortal world, the spirit of the world lies in the trivialities. We can also use these trivialities to understand the various aspects of life. This matter is not negotiable."

Yun Qinghan, like a deflated ball, muttered as he pulled Jie Xinyu up and headed towards the pond: "Don't peek! Watch your eyes!"

A few of them smiled, and Zhong Baixuan and Ling Yu stood up as if they had a tacit understanding and started picking leaves from the nearby trees and straw from the ground to "add bricks and tiles" to the dilapidated temple.

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, his shoulders drooped a little, and he seemed a little helpless. Although they complained a lot, he felt that they must have discussed it privately. Perhaps they thought that this was their last trip together, so they gave in to him everywhere and cherished this journey especially.