My card girl evolves infinitely

Luo Sheng and Dongfang Muqing escaped from Lingshuang City at the same time.

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

"What did you say? The Black Tiger Gang was taken over by someone!" an elder of the Nangong family said uneasily.

A large part of the members of the Black Tiger Gang are descendants of the Nangong family, and their strength is not bad.

What's more, the background of the Black Tiger Gang is the Nangong family. If someone dares to challenge them, this matter is serious.

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

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

The body of a martial artist below was trembling slightly, "The young master sent someone to invite the girl Nian Shengtang to come, but the girl refused. In the end, they formed a dispute, so they burned down the Black Tiger Gang's industry and killed many people."

"It's unreasonable. If we take them back, I'd like to know how brave they are?" The great elder had a sullen look on his face.

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

"No matter how we send people to capture them!" the great elder finally said.

soon.

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

They even sent many disciples from the clan out to search for their traces.

In the arena, no matter which sect of cultivating immortals or other aristocratic families, they have to give some respect to the Nangong family. After all, given the strength of the Nangong family, almost no one dares to offend them.

Even the king must be courteous to them.

…

the other side.

Luo Sheng drove his motorcycle leisurely and took Dongfang Muqing for two days to Yuquan Town, which was thousands of miles away.

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

Dongfang Muqing looked at the paradise-like courtyard and said excitedly: "This will be our home from now on."

"You don't want to go out and wander around anymore?"

Luo Sheng asked back, more of a joke.

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

Then he paused and said, "Grandpa is right, the outside world is not something a little girl like me can break into."

"Then you're still running around?"

Luo Sheng still had a hint of reproach in his tone and knocked on her forehead casually.

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

"Show it to me."

Luo Sheng stretched out his hand.

Before entering the card world, he had already seen the enhancement options, one of which was about this sacred object.

Dongfang Muqing took out the golden feathered sacred object like a hairpin from the green feathers.

Luo Sheng gently took the golden feather.

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

When spiritual power is poured into the golden feathers.

Strange dreams suddenly appeared in his mind, and in the gray world, a large number of golden words appeared floating in the illusion like catkins.

Luo Sheng carefully looked at the golden fonts on it, which were basically all kinds of weird runes.

Dongfang Muqing saw Luo Sheng motionless for a long time, and then she couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Luo Sheng opened his eyes and smiled.

"You have found a good treasure, and there is an ancient inscription of the Qingluan tribe hidden in it."

"Really?"

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

Dongfang Muqing pulled his sleeve and said impatiently.

"Okay, get the paper."

"I'm coming."

Dongfang Muqing was in a state of panic for a while, and finally, holding a large roll of rice paper and a writing brush, she hurried to him and even fell down.

She patted the clothes on her body and looked at him expectantly.

"Don't be in a hurry, you have plenty of time." Luo Sheng took the rice paper and spread it on the ground.

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

Dongfang Muqing stared with bright and penetrating eyes and read every word written by Luo Sheng very carefully. Although they were all ancient inscriptions, the Qingluan tribe's minds were originally engraved with the words of their own race.

This is a racial talent.

"This is Qingluan's ancient natal skill!"

A moment later, Dongfang Muqing screamed. What she had been thinking about appeared in front of her unexpectedly.

She was born with her grandfather and wandered around the outside world in order to find the natal skills belonging to the Qingluan clan.

Each ethnic group of Qingluan has its own technique. Unfortunately, as time passes, all the powerful races in ancient times have declined, while the human race has prospered.

A large number of cultivation secrets are constantly being lost and buried in the long river of history.

The status of the Qingluan clan is not higher than that of Phoenix, so it declines faster, and there are not many remaining achievements.

They were often taken away by robber-like immortal cultivators and kept as their own.

Although it has lost its original cultivation skills, the Qingluan Divine Bird is still a sacred bird, but its lifespan is limited, it cannot communicate with the power of heaven and earth, and even fewer can transform into human form.

Just like mortals and immortal cultivators, by practicing the skills, they become superior to others, have unlimited lifespan, and can change their fate against the will of heaven.

But mortals can only wait for death, bow down to those practitioners, and become a member of the bottom class.

Grandpa Dongfang Muqing was actually about to end his life, so he tried to fight for his life in despair, searching for ancient relics, hoping to find useful techniques to extend his life, or even change his life against the will of heaven, but he did not expect to fail in the end.

He only taught Dongfang Muqing how to play the piano, and gave her his remaining lifespan and origin, so that she could continue to move forward with the hope of living, and then left in a hurry.

She was left alone.

…

Time passes bit by bit.

Luo Sheng wrote from early morning to dusk, and finally recorded all the golden feathers belonging to the Qingluan tribe's natal 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 to look at Dongfang Muqing.

But he found that she had already burst into tears, and she kept shedding tears like pearls.

Crying like a child.

"If you had come earlier, grandpa would not have left me and died incognito, leaving me alone for so long." Dongfang Muqing said with choked sobs.

"Condolences."

Luo Sheng touched her little head.

Then he said: "Even if I come earlier, you still won't be able to obtain the skills due to the lack of holy objects."

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

"That's right. If grandpa finds me with other men, he will probably scold me with words like: 'If you dare to touch my good granddaughter, I will chop off your hands.'" Dongfang Muqing said with a smile.

"..."

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

After all, both the daughter and the granddaughter are little cotton-padded jackets, but the little cotton-padded jacket in front of them 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 technique of the Qingluan clan. If you practice it deeply, everything can be a Qin, and everything in the world can be a sound.

Using the sound of the piano to control the life and death of others, and using music theory to describe the laws of the universe, this is the destiny of the Qingluan clan.

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

Finally, Dongfang Muqing showed a sincere smile.

Listening to her speak like pearls, her voice is soft and crisp, extremely beautiful.

Although she is young, she has a beautiful face and elegant demeanor. She is really like the fairy walking down in the painting, with such a handsome and unparalleled beauty as a pearl.

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