Bi Qingluo hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

She patted the small bag around her waist, and a flash of glow, and two blue jades as big as a thumb appeared in her hand.

"These are two jade slips of spiritual consciousness. One records my weapon refining heritage, and the other records all the information you want. Put it on the eyebrows and use the spiritual consciousness to scan it to tell the truth."

After Bi Qingluo finished speaking, she threw two jade stones to Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng took over and looked at Bi Qingluo suspiciously, hesitatingly and not sticking it to her eyebrows as she said.

This woman is so elusive, and Yang Zheng is a little confused whether she has tampered with this jade.

Bi Qingluo sneered: "You don't think that I really have the ability to tamper with the jade slip of spiritual consciousness, right? Then you are too arrogant to me."

Yang Zheng thought for a while, picked up one of the jade slips and put them on his forehead.

The spiritual sense was protruded and carefully scanned into the jade slip.

The next moment, Yang Zheng felt a blue light flash in front of his eyes, and lines of words appeared in front of him.

As Bi Qingluo said, this jade slip records the information he most wants to get from the world of immortal cultivation.

What surprised Yang Zheng was that most of the content was actually from the notes of Sanren in Huxi, and a small part was recorded later, which should be the experiences of Bi Qingluo.

The content recorded in it is rich and complex, and full of information, far from comparable to "Xianyuan Lu".

Now he finally understood where the book "Immortal Religion" in Murong Qiu's hand came from.

Yang Zheng guessed that it is very likely that the jade slip in his hand belonged to the Sanren of Huxi.

Even Bi Qingluo's weapon refining heritage may be related to the Sanren in Huxi.

He then picked up another jade slip and put it on his eyebrows.

His spiritual sense swept in and soon verified his guess.

The inheritance of Biqingluo is indeed from Sanren in Huxi.

This magical jade slip also has a name, called "Qingxi Weapon Refining Record", the author is Sanren of Huxi, or Shen Qingxi.

After scanning for about a quarter of an hour, Yang Zheng put away two jade slips.

"how?"

Bi Qingluo looked at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, it's indeed what I want. From now on, the matter between you and me will be written off."

"I have fulfilled what you want. Now you should lift the ban left on me?"

Bi Qingluo said coldly.

Yang Zheng said with a look of surprise: "Ban? What ban?"

Bi Qingluo raised his right hand, and there was a little red mark in the palm of his hand. It was the sword wound that Yang Zheng drew when he used the Xuanming Sword to get blood from more than two hours ago.

"You dare not accept it, right?"

Bi Qingluo looked at Yang Zheng with a cold face.

Yang Zheng shook his head and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I have not left any restrictions on you. As for this wound, I did scratch it with a sword, but I just took a little blood just in case."

Bi Qingluo stared at Yang Zheng coldly, staring at him for dozens of breaths. Seeing that Yang Zheng was still unmoved, he felt ashamed and depressed.

In fact, after waking up, she had checked herself repeatedly, but found no strangeness on her body.

But through this contact and observation, Bi Qingluo no longer dared to underestimate Yang Zheng, and did not dare to regard him as a young monk who had just entered the Tao.

This person was very afraid of both scheming and means, so she didn't believe it at all. Yang Zheng cut her palms and took her essence and blood just to prevent it.

She felt that Yang Zheng must have left some secret tricks on her.

"I don't believe it!"

"Believe it or not."

Yang Zheng curled his lips, looking like he was willing to do whatever he wanted.

"I'll leave first if it's okay."

After saying that, regardless of Bi Qingluo, Yang Zheng ran directly along the mountain road and ran out of the mountain.

Bi Qingluo stared at Yang Zheng's back with a gloomy expression. Until the back disappeared in the mountains, she stomped her feet hatefully, took out a flying sword, and galloped in the other direction.

She has no confidence to fight with Yang Zheng now, and decided to go back to the mountain to retreat and practice in seclusion first, wait until she is completely restored, and improve her strength to another level. After making some preparations, she will come to Xiangyang to find Yang Zheng.

...

After going down the mountain, Yang Zheng used his magical skills all the way and rushed outside Jiugong Mountain.

As soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw some men in black wandering at the exit from afar.

Yang Zheng's heart moved, slowed down, and walked towards the group of people slowly.

The man in black on the mountain road was obviously seen by him.

Three figures flashed out, and after recognizing Yang Zheng, they ran towards him quickly.

"Young Master Yang?! You're okay? That's great!"

The people who came were Murong Boguan and Murong Qiu's family.

Murong Qiu was running in front of her. She looked haggard, but her pretty face was now full of surprise and excitement.

Murong Boguan and Murong Xia and his son were also surprised. Their eyes couldn't help but glanced at the direction behind Yang Zheng.

"I have met Senior Murong, Brother Murong!"

Yang Zheng bowed to Murong Boguan and his son, and then smiled at Murong Qiu, who looked concerned.

"Miss Murong."

Murong Qiu's pretty face turned slightly red.

She was so excited that she grabbed Yang Zheng's hand without thinking about it. In order to show that she was fine, Yang Zheng held her little hand and gently patted her shoulder.

This intimate action made her feel a little joy and shy.

"Haha, Mr. Yang, I know that you will definitely be safe!"

Murong Boguan looked at each other and smiled heartily.

However, there was still an unconcealed look of worry on their faces.

"Why haven't you left here?" Yang Zheng asked casually.

Murong Boguan said: "The young master has saved our lives and is the father and son. How can we leave without getting the accurate information from the young master?"

Yang Zheng was inexplicably moved, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"It makes the three of you worry, Yang is really sorry."

Murong Boguan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Young Master Yang, where are the others?"

"There was an accident in the mountains this time. Except for me and Fairy Bi, everyone else was buried in the cave. The cave has now completely collapsed due to the explosion and turned into a ruin. Seniors don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Yang Zheng thought about it and understood what Murong Boguan and his son were worried about, and explained with a smile.

Sure enough, when they heard this, the three of them looked relaxed.

"What about my master? Why didn't she come out with you?"

Murong Qiu looked at the mountain road behind Yang Zheng in confusion and asked Yang Zheng.

"She walked from another road. She heard that she was going back to the mountain to retreat." Yang Zheng said.

Murong Qiu's pretty face couldn't help but feel a hint of loss, and his expression became a little complicated and inexplicable.

To be honest, this time, Bi Qingluo's various performances really subvert Murong Qiu's perception of his image.

When their family was in danger, Bi Qingluo chose to keep her back, which was a big blow to her.

"Xiaoqiu, let's forget it, let's go home!"

Murong Boguan patted his daughter on the shoulder and said with a deep sigh.

After experiencing this incident, Murong Boguan completely recognized the appearance of the immortal cultivator and knew that there was a difference between immortals and mortals. In the eyes of those noble cultivators, they were just ants and could be sacrificed at any time.

When he learned that his daughter had spiritual roots and could become an immortal, he was extremely happy and hoped that his daughter could become an immortal.

But after this incident, when he thought of the so-called immortals, he felt very uncomfortable, and the previous excitement was completely extinguished.

Moreover, the murder and cruelty between the immortals also made him realize that perhaps his daughter was not suitable to be an immortal cultivator, but to be an ordinary person, it should be better.

Of course, if the daughter can be with Yang Zheng, that's another matter.

Therefore, when he saw Yang Zheng and his daughter holding each other with no intention of being separated, he was secretly surprised and relieved. He pretended to be unseen and comforted, then gave his son a wink and turned his head to walk up the road.

"Let's go, let's talk about other things on the way back."

Seeing Murong Qiu's look of dismay, Yang Zheng patted her thin shoulders and comforted her.
Chapter completed!