At the same time Luo Sheng and Dongfang Muqing fled from Lingshuang City.

The people of Nangong family in Lingshuang City were very surprised when they heard the news.

"What did you say? The Black Tiger Gang was wiped out!" An elder of the Nangong family said uncalmly.

A large number of the members of the Black Tiger Gang are descendants of the Nangong family, and they are quite capable in fighting.

What's more, the Black Tiger Gang's background is the Nangong family. It is a serious matter that someone dares to challenge them.

"Where did this little thief come from? Please explain the matter clearly."

The chief elder of the Nangong family, an old man with a goatee, sat in the main hall and tapped his cane and spoke.

A warrior below trembled slightly, "The young master sent someone to invite Miss Nianshengtang to come, but she refused, and finally they became enemies, so they burned down the Black Tiger Gang's assets and killed many people."

"This is absurd! Bring them back so that I can explain to them what courage they have?" The Great Elder had an angry look on his face.

"They ran away overnight." Wu Fu said bluntly.

"No matter what, we must send someone to bring them back!" the Great Elder spoke finally.

soon.

The Nangong family issued a bounty for Dongfang Muqing and Luo Sheng.

He even sent many disciples out to search for them.

In the martial arts world, no matter which immortal cultivation sect or other family, they all have to give some respect to the Nangong family. After all, the Nangong family is so powerful that almost no one dares to mess with it.

Even the king had to be courteous to them.

…

The other side.

Luo Sheng leisurely drove the motorcycle, carrying Dongfang Muqing for two days, and arrived at Yuquan Town, thousands of miles away.

I rented a slightly spacious house with a courtyard and planned to live a secluded life.

Dongfang Muqing looked around the small courtyard that looked like a paradise on earth and said excitedly, "This will be our home from now on."

"You don't want to go out and explore the world?"

Luo Sheng asked back, more in a teasing tone.

Dongfang Muqing covered her head and blinked her big watery eyes, "No, it's too dangerous outside. If it weren't for you, I would have been in someone else's woodshed, suffering humiliation."

Then she paused and said, "Grandpa is right. The outside world is not something a little girl like me can conquer."

"So why are you running around?"

Luo Sheng still had a tone of blame in his voice and tapped her on the forehead.

Dongfang Muqing pouted her pink lips again, covered her head, and said aggrievedly: "Because I feel familiar with this holy object, so I can't help it..."

"Show it to me."

Luo Sheng stretched out his hand.

Before he entered the card world, he had already seen the enhancement options, one of which was about this holy relic.

Dongfang Muqing took out a golden feather sacred object that looked like a hairpin from Qingyu.

Luo Sheng gently took the golden feather.

Then, through mental power, he slowly communicated with the feathers and resonated with them, trying to sense what it was.

When mental power is poured into the golden feathers.

Suddenly, a strange dream appeared in my mind. In the gloomy world, a large number of golden words appeared and floated in the illusion like catkins.

Luo Sheng looked carefully at the golden fonts on it, which were basically various strange runes.

Dongfang Muqing saw that Luo Sheng was motionless for a long time, and finally she couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

Luo Sheng opened his eyes and smiled.

"You have found a great treasure. There are ancient inscriptions of the Qingluan Clan hidden inside."

"Really?"

Dongfang Muqing was overjoyed and said, "Tell me quickly!"

Dongfang Muqing pulled his sleeve and said impatiently.

"Okay, bring me some paper."

"Here I come."

Dongfang Muqing was in a panic, and finally she rushed to him with a large roll of rice paper and a brush, and even fell down.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time." Luo Sheng took the rice paper and spread it on the ground.

Then he wrote down the inscription he saw in his dream, word for word.

Dongfang Muqing stared with bright and clear eyes, reading every word written by Luo Sheng very carefully. Although they were all ancient inscriptions, the Qingluan people already had their own race's characters engraved in their minds.

This is a racial talent.

"This is Qingluan's ancient life-defining technique!"

A moment later, Dongfang Muqing screamed in surprise. She didn't expect that the thing she had been thinking about would appear before her eyes.

She was born with her grandfather and wandered in the outside world, actually to find the innate skills belonging to the Qingluan clan.

Each group of blue phoenixes has its own skills. Unfortunately, with the passage of time, all the powerful races in ancient times gradually declined, while the human race prospered.

A large number of cultivation secrets have been lost and buried in the long river of history.

The status of the Qingluan clan was not higher than that of the Phoenix, so they declined faster and only a few of their descendants remain.

It is often snatched away by bandit-like immortal cultivators who claim it as their own.

Although it has lost its innate cultivation method, the Blue Luan is still a divine bird, but its lifespan is limited, it cannot communicate with the power of heaven and earth, and even fewer can transform into a human form.

Just like mortals and immortal cultivators, those who practice martial arts will be superior to others, have infinite lifespan, and can even change their fate.

Mortals can only wait for death, bow down to those practitioners, and become part of the lower class.

Dongfang Muqing's grandfather is actually about to die, so in desperation he wants to risk his life to explore ancient relics, hoping to find useful skills to prolong his life, or even change his fate, but he did not expect to fail in the end.

He only taught Dongfang Muqing how to play the piano, and gave her the rest of her life and origin, letting her move forward with the hope of living, and then left in a hurry.

Leaving her alone.

…

Time passes by little by little.

Luo Sheng wrote from early morning to evening, and finally recorded all the golden feathers belonging to the Qingluan clan's innate skills on rice paper.

"Okay, it's all here."

Luo Sheng threw away the brush, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said.

But when he turned his head and looked at Dongfang Muqing.

But I found that she was already in tears, shedding tears as white as pearls.

Crying like a baby.

"If you had come earlier, grandpa would not have left me and died in obscurity, leaving me to live alone for so long." Dongfang Muqing said with a sob.

"My condolences."

Luo Sheng touched her little head.

He added: "Even if I came earlier, you still wouldn't be able to obtain the technique without the holy object."

The card [Dongfang Muqing] was not in his hand before. It was not until it became a damaged card and appeared in the mall that he accidentally obtained this card.

"That's right. If my grandfather found out that I was with another man, he would probably scold me, saying something like, 'How dare you touch my good granddaughter? I'll chop off your hands.'" Dongfang Muqing said with a tearful smile.

“…”

Luo Sheng was speechless for a while, but it was not difficult to understand.

After all, whether it is a daughter or a granddaughter, they are all little cotton-padded jackets, but the little cotton-padded jacket in front of me is a little leaky.

Dongfang Muqing slowly folded the rice paper and carefully put it into her Qingyu.

“This is extremely important to me. It is the ancient Qin Magic Skill of the Qingluan Clan. If you practice it to a high level, everything in the world can become a Qin, and everything in the world can become music.

To control the life and death of others with the sound of the piano and to describe the laws of the universe with the theory of music is the essence of the Qingluan clan.

Thank you, Luo Sheng, this is the best gift I have ever received!"

Finally, Dongfang Muqing revealed a sincere smile.

Listening to her words, her voice was soft, clear and extremely pleasant to the ear.

Although she is young, she has a beautiful face and elegant demeanor, just like a fairy walking out of a painting, with an unparalleled beauty like a pearl or jade.

Luo Sheng truly felt that her mood had changed, and her temperament had also changed.

(End of this chapter)