Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Song Lingqing's eyes flashed slightly, and she didn't dare to recognize him for a moment.

She vaguely remembered that when she left the house, Chu Zheng was still half a boy, but now he has fully grown up. At first glance, he looks like a husband from some house.

"The villain has met the second lady."

Chu Zheng bowed and replied respectfully.

Song Lingqing was favored by the Hidden Immortal Sect at the age of thirteen, and has been away from the mansion for more than three years.

For a half-grown boy, more than three years is enough time for a disruptive change.

The same is true for Song Lingqing herself.

At least when they first met, Chu Zheng didn't connect the fairy-like woman in front of him with the smart girl in his memory.

In Song Lingqing's body, Chu Zheng did not feel the oppression brought by Qin Shangxian, but he also noticed some discomfort.

A person who cultivates immortality must have undergone a leap in life level.

"Almost unrecognizable."

Song Lingqing nodded without saying much.

Chu Zheng stepped back knowingly and did not continue to talk.

Song Ling walked slowly into the table, while Qin Shangxian walked aside and sat down at the guest seat not far from the round table.

Seeing this, Song Tonghai waved, and the maid on the side immediately stepped forward to serve tea.

"I heard that Elder Qin has been incommunicado for a long time. I went to the imperial capital the day before yesterday and happened to get a couple of dragon blood leaves. I took them to make tea. I don't know if I can drink them."

"I'm determined."

Qin Shangxian nodded slightly and did not touch the tea cup on the table.

Seeing this, Song Tonghai smiled and bowed his hands: "My daughter has been taken care of by the Immortal Qin these years. If she is useful to my Song family in the future, I will definitely say nothing."

Qin Shangxian didn't answer, he just picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip.

The smile on Song Tonghai's face deepened a little, and he turned to look at Song Lingqing, with a lot of complaints in his tone:

"The past few years have been fine. Why do you think of coming back today? I haven't seen a single letter from home since I left these days."

"The sect's rules prohibit correspondence with ordinary people. It's really impossible. I hope dad will forgive me."

Song Lingqing smiled helplessly and explained:

"I want to leave Qianyu to participate in the Hidden Dragon Competition of Ten Thousand Sects. I am just passing by this time, so I asked Master Qin Feng to take me back to see it."

"Okay, okay."

Song Tonghai's smiling eyes narrowed slightly and he said hello repeatedly. He didn't know what the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition was, but he just felt that his daughter had made a difference and was honored.

"You are the only one going to the sect this time? When will the competition start? Will staying for a few more days cause any delay?"

After a second thought, Song Tonghai's face became more melancholy: "When are you leaving?"

"It's too early for the big competition, it won't start for nearly ten years."

As soon as Song Tonghai's face showed some joy, Song Lingqing changed the subject:

"But we really can't stay long this time. We have to leave tomorrow."

Song Lingqing sighed softly: "The area where Dabi is located is too far away, and there is still time for me to practice. Ten years is barely enough."

"Does this round trip take twenty years?!"

Song Tonghai's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously turned around to look at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng closed his eyes and said nothing, obviously not intending to explain.

Song Tonghai picked up the wine glass, his hands trembling slightly, and the spilled wine soaked his fingertips.

During the few words, Song Lingxue lowered her head a little and remained silent.

"I ask my father to keep the matter of my return today secret and not let outsiders know about it."

Song Lingqing said softly, her eyes a little complicated.

Tens of thousands of lurking dragons enter the sea, and the one who reaches the Great Competition alive is the real dragon.

This journey is so dangerous. The true whereabouts of each sect are top secret and cannot be revealed in any way.

If she hadn't been begging, Qin Feng would never have taken her back to his home, which would have been a huge risk.

"Don't worry, I have issued a silence order. You are now a member of the Immortal Sect. Different from the past, you don't have to worry about your family. Practice with peace of mind and bring glory to the sect!"

Song Tonghai drank the wine from the glass, waved his hand and smiled: "Dad is still strong and strong. It is not a problem to live another hundred and eighty years. I will wait until you come back to announce the good news."

"Don't worry, dad. When I come back, I will find a few elixirs to keep you alive for a hundred years."

The sadness in Song Lingqing's eyes faded a lot, and she raised her glass and looked at Song Lingxue:

"My sister is taking care of me at home."

Song Lingxue smiled, raised her glass a little cautiously, and replied softly: "Serious words."

Qin Feng cherished his words like gold and didn't say another word. He sat there until the meal was finished and then stood up and left.

It wasn't until the candles in the hall were extinguished that Chu Zheng rubbed his numb legs and walked slowly out of the hall towards the dirty room.

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The moon was about to pass the well, and the Song Mansion returned to its former silence.

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind was spinning and he could not calm down.

He didn't get much information at night. Song Tonghai seemed to have some taboos and didn't ask about Song Lingqing's diet and daily life in the Hidden Immortal Sect, and Song Lingqing didn't mention it either.

What can be confirmed is that there are fights among the hidden immortal sects, and they are even quite brutal.

The words "Wan Zong Hidden Dragon Competition" are enough to explain something.

From Song Lingqing's instructions, we can also see some clues. She was obviously on guard against revealing the news of her return home.

None of these servants in the Song Mansion can come into contact with anyone in the Immortal Sect. Even if the news spreads, it will only spread among mortals.

And the one Song Ling clears will obviously not be a mortal.

This is enough to show that there are news channels for different immortal sects or factions in this mortal world.

It can be seen from this that contacting the Hidden Immortal Sect is not as difficult as Chu Zheng initially imagined.

What frightened Chu Zheng the most was the terrifying size of the world beneath his feet.

A member of the Immortal Sect travels to the North Sea in the evening and chases the stars and the moon. It takes ten years to participate in the competition at such an extraordinary speed...

"Chu Zheng."

While Chu Zheng was thinking, a call came from outside the door.

In an instant, Chu Zheng heard Song Lingqing's voice, immediately got out of bed and stepped out of the room.

"I heard that you were punished by your sister two days ago. Are you feeling better?"

In the courtyard, Song Lingqing was bathing in the moonlight with a smile on her face. The fairy aura on her body became three points stronger. Qin Feng stood not far away, inseparable.

"Miss Laoer is worried about you, it's okay."

Chu Zheng bowed and his heart beat a little faster. Unexpectedly, the opportunity he missed just now appeared in front of him again.

"Sister treats you very well."

Song Lingqing smiled softly and said, "That jade cup was originally obtained from Uncle Qin Feng, and there are not many of them in the palace."

Immortals gave treasures to Chu Zheng. Now that Chu Zheng is alive, he has burned high incense.

"I will leave tomorrow and come back next time..."

At this point, Song Lingqing paused slightly, did not continue, and changed the topic:

"You have served me for several years, do you have a wish? Today I have helped you."

Chu Zheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he subconsciously wanted to get his freedom. When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Compared with the secrets of the Immortal Sect, the current temporary predicament is nothing at all.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Zheng made a decision.