1502: Chapter 1502-giving a good person card

Chapter 1502-giving a good person card

Qiu gaohe's feet clearly staggered. He had been so emotional that he had forgotten about this matter.1

Who said that he had measured the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain? this great sect master was not so magnanimous. To put it bluntly, he was just fearless. However ... Qiu gaohe smiled bitterly. Having such a sect master wasn't a bad thing for the Golden core sect, was it?

Qiu gaohe quickly left the light wind sect. He knew Ling Chuxi's intentions and did not say much. He also did not think about detoxing himself. He knew that Ling Chuxi was very good at using poison. It was fine if he did not understand, but if he was not careful and overreached himself, then he would really be seeking his own death. There were still three months left anyway, so it was enough time.

"Sect master Ling, it's getting late. Why don't we go to the main hall to rest first? I'll get someone to prepare lunch and also welcome the two monster Kings." Feng Yuanqing said to Ling Chuxi as he looked at the gradually rising sun.

"Then I'll have to trouble sect Master Feng." Ling Chuxi temporarily put aside the matter of the poison recipe and followed Feng Yuanqing to the main hall.

LAN Xinyu and the others also entered in a single file. From time to time, a soft "poof" sound could be heard from the back of the team, and a blood-colored rainbow appeared.

Yi Li was still spewing ...

Everyone turned to look at Yi Li and mourned in silence.

Sigh, poor Yi Li!

At night, the ancient clear wind sect once again regained its former peace. The night wind blew, and the branches hanging on the eaves made a slight rustling sound, making it seem even more ancient.

What happened in the past few hours was not only a roller coaster for the seven stars sect and Qiu gaohe's group, but also for the clear wind sect. Although the expected life-and-death battle did not happen and the clear wind sect managed to survive the ordeal, other than Feng Yuanqing and a few other disciples, the rest of the disciples were still exhausted from the repeated emotions of sorrow and joy.

According to the news that came not long ago, the remaining disciples of the seven Star sect and bright moon sect had abandoned their sect's property as fast as they could and fled far away from the clear wind sect's territory. They must have known that once the clear wind sect was allowed to recover, they would be greeted with a disaster. It was possible that other sects would take advantage of the situation before the clear wind sect could even make a move.

As a result, the disciples of the clear wind sect had some free time and went to sleep early.

Ling Chuxi sat in front of the window and continued to study the poison recipe in her hands.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Just as Ling Chuxi was deep in thought, Ling Yichen's voice came from the window.

Ling Yichen, who was bathed in the night sky, had an even colder expression on his handsome and determined face. That faint smile on his face was still as kind as ever.

"I'm looking at this poison recipe. Why do I feel that it's a little strange?" Ling Chuxi raised her head to look at Ling Yichen and revealed a gentle smile. She then handed the prescription over to Ling Yichen.

"Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Ling Yichen laughed involuntarily. When it came to martial arts talent, Ling Yichen was rather confident. However, when it came to medicinal pills and poison recipes, he really did not have much talent.

"Oh, I forgot." Ling Chuxi scratched her head, smiled, and kept the prescription.

Looking at Ling Chuxi's mischievous appearance, Ling Yichen was momentarily dazed. It was as if he had returned to Shi qu town, back to the time when they had gone on training together, back to the time when they had gone to white stone Academy together. He thought of Ling Chuxi's good person card that she would send out to anyone she met, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. There were some inexplicable feelings and some inexplicable nostalgia.

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