Chapter 490 Mu Qingyao Feng Jinyu

The years are passing by, reincarnation is endless, and the time in the immortal prison seems to be delayed, as if it is a stream of flowing water, eroding everything bit by bit in silence, and every breath is drawn out long and slow.

Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Before Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu were released from prison, the countdown... was four hundred years!

In the Mengmu Sea Area, Dongxuan Taoist Temple.

Today, the sky is as blue as water, and two bright suns are shining brightly. The entire sea area is sparkling, and huge sea creatures often jump up.

Although the Taoist temple is full of antique attics, it is quite quiet, and only the sound of preaching can be heard everywhere.

Today, under a fairy mountain, a girl is sitting alone on a stone platform, flipping through ancient books. Her eyes are lively, in harmony with the surrounding scenery, and not out of place, as if she is a part of them.

"Nangong Heling..."

Under a big tree that covers the sky in the distance, a girl in green clothes appears. Her lips are red and white, her teeth are slightly raised, as if she is telling a beautiful story.

She walked slowly towards the stone platform, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, gently brushing her face like delicate silk.

Xiaohe turned his head slightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. Who is this person in the late stage of divine transformation?

With a peaceful smile, she also stood up: "Fellow Taoist, who are you?"

"Mu Qingyao."

The girl cupped her hands and smiled, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze, revealing an elegant and gentle temperament, "I have actually been paying attention to you for a long time, I just want to get acquainted with you, there is no other intention."

Nangong Heling smiled and nodded gently: "Please sit down quickly."

Mu Qingyao and Nangong Heling have very different temperaments, the former is extremely gentle.

The latter is full of a pure spirit, untainted by family background, and full of the freedom of nature.

Mu Qingyao observed Nangong Heling carefully. Her aura made her fascinated for some reason. She liked her very much. Having met her once, she couldn't help but feel good about her.

However, Nangong Heling lives alone and rarely even goes to listen to Taoism. She is never seen outside for training. She is so low-key that there is almost no such person in the Taoist temple.

However, I heard from other people that this girl had a rather big background and they should not be provoked without any reason, which dispelled the idea of ​​many people coming to get acquainted with her.

But Nangong Heling's mysterious and indifferent feeling has made many men secretly fascinated by it, and his temperament is indeed somewhat noble.

Mu Qingyao was sitting on a stone chair. Her green skirt had a faint scent of wood. She looked like a lady in every move of her hands and feet. She looked very well-educated and had an extraordinary background.

She looked at the stone table with a little surprise in her eyes: "Fellow Taoist Nangong, do you read these ancient books every day... This is not good for your cultivation."

"But it would be wise to read more books. I'm not very talented, so I don't have extravagant expectations of realm cultivation."

Nangong Heling said in an ethereal voice. She sorted out the ancient books and showed a bright smile, "Just call me Heling. There is no need to call me Taoist friend. They are all people who are studying in the Taoist academy."

"Okay!" Mu Qingyao said a little more seriously, "He Ling, then just call me Qingyao."

"I came here today, but what's the important thing?"

Nangong Heling's face had a hint of maturity. After her eldest brother and second brother left, she was no longer lively or jumping around.

Mu Qingyao's eyebrows were slightly curved: "I have actually noticed you for a long time. I have no other important matters. I just came here to get acquainted and I am a little curious about you."

After she finished speaking, she took a slight breath. Nangong Heling did not have a master, nor did she follow any Taoist elders to practice. She seemed to be just reading day after day without scrambling.

"I see, but looking at Qingyao, you look like a member of the ancient clan, the Mu family."

"He Ling is not..."

Mu Qingyao's pupils opened slightly and she quickly shook her head, "There are too many people with the Mu family name. Our family has nothing to do with the Mu family of the ancient clan. We only do some spiritual wood business. We have spent everything we have to send me to the Taoist Temple."

Nangong Heling covered her face and smiled softly. She felt that there was a big contrast between Mu Qingyao and Mu Qingyao. She seemed gentle, but she was a bit careless in what she said and did.

"Hey, He Ling, do you know how the disciples of the academy teach you?"

"ah?"

"They said you might have some connection with Yaotai Immortal Palace, and you are more powerful than Taoist Mo Yehan. You are definitely not from the Mo family."

Mu Qingyao laughed after saying this, "After all, your surname is Nangong, so you are not from the Mo family."

"No, Yaotai Immortal Palace is the sect of Venerable Yuxuan and has nothing to do with me."

Nangong Heling shook his head seriously, Xiumei frowned slightly, "Our family just does some garbage business of cultivating immortals, and we don't have such a big background."

Mu Qingyao's pupils widened slightly. It turned out that it seemed that the rumors were really not credible.

"He Ling, then I can rest assured, otherwise I would have thought it was me who was trying to get ahead."

Mu Qingyao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to caress her chest, "Then our backgrounds match, and finally we don't have so much pressure anymore."

Her words made people feel comfortable. She did not look down on the monks who picked up garbage, and there was a deep sincerity in her words.

Nangong Heling smiled and nodded gently: "Mo Daozi only has some relationship with my elder brother. I only came to the Taoist Academy to gain some knowledge."

The two just started chatting next to the stone platform. The more Mu Qingyao talked, the more she fell in love with He Ling. She felt a sense of spiritual compatibility, and she even didn't want to leave her side.

But this is not the mortal world, it is the world of cultivators. Mu Qingyao knew that she might have some big secrets hidden in her body, but she didn't think too much about it and just wanted to make friends.

An hour later.

A streak of light flashed across the sky, and a man with extraordinary momentum came forward with a smile that he thought was infinitely charming. He bowed from a distance: "Feng Jinyu has met..."

He was halfway through his speech when his eyes suddenly widened. How come Mu Qingyao was also on the stone platform below? ! !

Feng Jinyu felt a little dry in the mouth. He seemed to have seen the most beautiful scenery in the world. For a moment, he even forgot to speak, and his voice was stuck in his throat.

Among the new disciples of this generation who entered the Taoist Academy, in terms of talent, appearance, background, temperament, etc., some people concluded that Mu Qingyao was the best!

However, there are thousands of disciples in this Taoist Academy, and there are some who are more outstanding than Mu Qingyao, but it is difficult for disciples of their generation to contact her, and there is no reasonable identity to contact her.

But many people don’t know that there is also a Nangong Heling, but he knows that he has noticed her before entering the Taoist Academy.

But he doesn’t have too many thoughts. It’s enough to say a few words occasionally. It’s a true gentleman’s friendship. After all, competing in the immortal way is his final destination.

Nangong Heling raised his head with a smile: "Feng Jinyu, it's you."

Feng Jinyu felt numb all over when he heard this, and felt a little dizzy. He realized that he had lost his composure, and stepped down with a solemn expression: "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Mu was also here. It's really rude."

Mu Qingyao's expression also became upright, and she stood up and saluted: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Feng."

She didn't know this person, and she thought he was not too outstanding among the disciples of this generation.

But not to look down on anyone casually is the immortal code of their family, and you must understand it before embarking on the immortal road.

Before Mu Qingyao entered the spirit transformation, she went to the mortal world to experience, and she felt how profound the meaning of this statement was.

She had also seen many ancient geniuses in the mortal world. Even if they turned into a handful of yellow earth after a hundred years, even if they knew that there were immortals in heaven, they never succumbed to the fate of a hundred years.

Feng Jinyu looked a little embarrassed, and she didn't even dare to look at the two of them. She really felt that she had cultivated the immortal in vain!

He didn't know why, but he smiled innocently: "Miss Heling has a guest visiting today, so I don't want to bother you. I'll come back another day to ask you some questions about the history of immortals."

Nangong Heling smiled and nodded: "Okay~"

Feng Jinyu was as if pardoned. He came and left in a hurry, no longer feeling the high spirits when he came.

To be honest, he really didn't believe that anyone of his generation could stand up to these two standing together... Anyway, he definitely couldn't stand it. This would make people feel more throbbing and fearful than fighting.

Mu Qingyao shook her head and smiled. This person was quite interesting. She changed the subject: "Heling, haven't you been to listen to the elders of the Taoist Academy preaching in these years?"

"Of course I have been there, but not very often."

"Then let's go together in the future?"

"Okay."

Nangong Heling looked like she was not interested in the world, and Mu Qingyao even wanted to trick her back home in her heart. She had a strong desire to protect her.

Mu Qingyao coughed lightly, her face slightly red: "Heling, have you been practicing in this Taoist temple all the time? Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Yeah~ Every year my family comes to the fairy island to see me."

Nangong Heling's mouth was filled with a smile from the bottom of his heart, "I am waiting for my two brothers here. They will come to pick me up. Counting the days, there are still four hundred years left."

"Ah? Did they go to other heavenly realms?" Mu Qingyao was surprised. Nangong Heling actually had two brothers. She thought she only had one eldest brother.

Nangong Heling smiled, and suddenly said the most frightening place from her clear face: "In the fairy prison."

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sound of the surrounding spiritual plants.

After hearing this, Mu Qingyao's pupils shrank violently, her thin lips opened slightly, and a creepy feeling spread all over her body: "..."