Chapter 290 The Fairy in Qingfangju



Of course, if anyone commits a crime or even tries to break into Qing Fang Ju, even if he is a warrior at the Yang Shen realm, he will have his limbs broken and be thrown back into the street.

Over the years, many people have endowed this Qingfangju with a sacred color.

There are even rumors that there is a female immortal living in seclusion in Qingfangju.

Respect her as 'Qing Fang Xian'

"The immortal is so merciful that he made Xiao He, who bullied men and women and seized land, be punished by heaven!"

"Qing Fangxian, Qing Fangxian, please bless my casino to gain the upper hand, turn the tables in one fell swoop, and win back all my money with interest!!"

"Fairy, living Bodhisattva, I really can't live any longer, please take me in..."

Outside Qingfangju, there were many people kneeling, each with different thoughts and personalities.

"Hey, do you know that in this Qingfang Residence lives a true fairy who is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of their chests, geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame on flowers!"

On the side of the road, a few lazy guys were leaning against the wall, holding weeds in their mouths and wearing frivolous smiles on their faces.

One of the skinny guys with evil eyes spat and laughed, "If I can see her again, it would be worth dying for..."

A companion heard this and questioned, "How do you know that Qing Fangxian is a female fairy? Can't she be an old fairy with kind eyes and a sage-like demeanor?"

The thin young man sneered, pointed at his eyes, and said, "You don't know this, right? A few years ago, my second aunt got malaria and it was incurable. My second uncle knelt outside Qingfangju for seven days! Finally, the fairy Qingfang was moved and treated her... I saw the fairy's appearance in secret, she was so beautiful, so beautiful..."

The lack of vocabulary made the skinny guy repeatedly describe it with pale words like beautiful.

"That's a pity... Not to mention seeing the beauty of this fairy, others can't even enter the door of Qingfangju..."

Upon hearing this, the companions shook their heads regretfully.

At this time, the accumulated snow gradually disappeared and melted into clouds and smoke. The wind also quietly grew stronger, and the branches and leaves of the sycamore trees along the street danced.

The vendors along the street squinted their eyes and looked up at the sky.

The sky seemed to darken, and a thin figure quietly walked out of the crowd and went towards Qing Fangju.

"Are you here to pray to the fairy as well? Incense will work. Buy some incense. This is our first order. Let's be friends. I'll give you a discount."

"Hmm? Don't come any closer. The area for worship is outside."

"I see that you are healthy and well, and you seem to be here to take a peek at the fairy's face?"

Li Qinglin did not speak. A slightly faded and mottled sachet was hung around his waist. The word "Fu" was embroidered on the surface and tied with a colorful silk ribbon at the bottom. A faint fragrance wafted from it.

He looked at Qing Fangju with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but finally knocked on the door.

Bang, bang, bang…

There were three crisp knocks on the door.

Li Qinglin said: "It's me."

The people who were kneeling on the ground and bowing to Qing Fangxian suddenly became anxious when they heard what she said, and shouted at Li Qinglin to go back and apologize to Qing Fangxian.

The vendor who had just been soliciting business and asked Li Qinglin to buy a few more incense sticks had a premonition that a disaster was about to happen, so he packed up his stall and ran away.

On the roadside, those lazy guys heard what Li Qinglin said and thought he was crazy. Over the years, anyone who dared to knock on that door and treated Qing Fangxian so disrespectfully had to suffer a bad end.

The thin young man was stunned for a moment, then he showed an expression of watching a good show: "Great, great, someone actually dares to do what I dare not do. Perhaps, I can see the fairy's face again today..."

As he spoke, the thin young man seemed to be thinking of something, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

A companion saw this and felt that the thin guy had offended Qing Fangxian and that he would be in trouble sooner or later. He couldn't help but worry,

"Xiao Xu, keep your voice down. He is an immortal after all. What if he remembers you..."

The thin guy heard this and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"What are you afraid of? If this immortal could really attack me at will, I, Xu Jiang, would have died in the stinking ditch long ago! I am a worthless person and I am not afraid of death. If I can really get my hands on the immortal's beauty or gain immortal fate, it will also be the merits of my Xu family ancestors!!"

As the saying goes, a gentleman deceives others with his own tricks, and Xu Jiang also had his own little tricks in mind.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this.

Even the sound of the guzheng that had been echoing came to an abrupt end.

The wind is slightly cold.

But in the eyes of others, it became a sign of impending storm, and it seemed a bit breathless.

Li Qinglin seemed to understand something as well. He did not urge anyone and stood quietly outside the door.

"My dear young master, I am so delighted to have you here. Please come in..."

The sound, as light as the sound of clear water flowing in a mountain stream, came from Cizhong Garden.

Then the door opened slowly without any wind.

Seeing this, the originally noisy street suddenly fell into a dead silence where one could hear a pin drop.

The expressions of the people who were kneeling on the ground became stiff and confused.

"Fairy, are you talking?!"

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Li Qinglin stepped lightly over the threshold, suddenly turned around, looked at Xu Jiang in front of the wall in the corner of the alley, and then retracted his gaze.

Boom!

After Li Qinglin entered, the gate of Cizhong Garden slammed shut, and the air flow quickly spread to both sides.

Many people haven't reacted yet.

This group of lazy guys suddenly came to their senses and became uneasy.

Then they turned around inadvertently and saw Xu Jiang. Suddenly, they felt as if they had seen something extremely terrifying. Their faces changed drastically, and all the blood disappeared, turning extremely pale.

"You you you..."

"Xu, Xu Jiang, your face..."

Several people's voices trembled.

Xu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and touched his face in confusion. Then he was horrified to find that he seemed unable to speak or see anything.

I saw that his eyelids and mouth were strangely sewn together at some point, and the traces of knitting looked like a centipede, which was creepy and terrifying.

"The Immortal is angry!"

"Immortal punishment, this is immortal punishment!"

"Qing Fangxian is so merciful, so merciful, please forgive us..."

The other passers-by, seeing this, seemed to become even more pious in addition to being frightened.

Qing Fang Ju Zhong The sound of the zither started again, but it was a bit messy and harsh, as if telling of the player's restless mood.

Li Qinglin walked through the central courtyard and passed through the corner gate of the garden, and saw a woman sitting upright in the plum blossom pavilion by the water.

Forty years of vicissitudes, wind, frost, rain and snow have made people grow old, but perhaps because of her cultivation, the woman's appearance and demeanor are almost the same as when they first met.

"My dear, you still remember me after so many years. It's a pity that you are old..."

Gao Jingshu looked at the wrinkles at the corners of Li Qinglin's eyes with a calm expression, but for some reason, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

It turns out that he will also grow old...

Gao Jingshu thought silently in her heart.

Li Qinglin silently felt Gao Jingshu's breath, but she was only at the fourth or fifth level of Qi training.

But this is normal. Gao Jingshu has lived in the secular world for a long time. She has no resources and no teacher to guide her. Her practice depends entirely on fate.

(End of this chapter)


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