Maoshan is located in the southwest of Jurong City, Jiang Province.

It is located at the junction of Jurong and Jintan, with a length of 10 kilometers from north to south, a width of about 5 kilometers from east to west, and an area of more than 50 square kilometers. The main peak, Damao Peak, is 372.5 meters above sea level and is the highest peak of Maoshan Mountain.

And the Maoshan Sect is in this mountain, the mountain road is winding, the path is not wide, the grass on both sides, wild flowers, trees, high and low, scattered. The green grass was knee-high, or only as high as the height of the feet. In the grass, there is the music of crickets and crickets, and they change their rhythms, and the duration is short.

The meager red light on the horizon is like a sword breaking through the darkness of dawn, the occasional deer grazing on the green meadows, and a few graceful cranes soaring in the mist-shrouded air.

Zhou Jianjun, who had been on a plane all night, was shocked by the scene in front of him, intoxicated, and his fatigue was swept away.

"Bold ghosts dare to trespass on my Maoshan Sect!"

A loud blow woke up Zhou Jianjun, only to see two blue lights shot in the distance, and he was already in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The blue light dissipated, and there were two more people in Taoist robes in the sky not far from Zhou Jianjun, standing with swords.

"Senior brother, don't worry, this person is just infected with ghosts. One of the horse-faced Taoist priests, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young Taoist priest blocking his side, said.

"Hmph! Ordinary people leave quickly, this is not the place where you should come," the young Taoist snorted coldly.

The horse-faced Taoist priest shook his head secretly, this person has a ghostly aura and wades through mountains and rivers to come here, thinking that he has something to ask for.

I was going to say a few words, but I remembered that this junior brother was talented and loved by the elders, so he didn't say a word and gestured to Zhou Jianjun with his eyes.

Zhou Jianjun also came back to his senses, and hurriedly took out the green silk cut from Xiao Fang's head and said, "A famous ghost sent me to hand over this thing to the immortal chief." ”

With a wave of the horse-faced Taoist priest's arm, the green silk floated into his hand and examined it carefully.

Onicha is very rare for mortals to see, and they often go down the mountain to eliminate demons and have a lot of dealings with onicha.

Could it be that the ghost is in trouble and needs help?

The horse-faced Taoist priest looked at the green silk in his hand and was puzzled at first, and then his eyes became more and more solemn.

"Senior brother, you are waiting here, I will come when I go!" I didn't know what to think, the horse-faced Taoist priest dropped a sentence and rushed to the door.

The young Taoist priest looked at Zhou Jianjun with a puzzled expression.

Not much.

Several blue rays of light rose up the mountain, breaking the quiet and peaceful peaks, and the frightened cranes flew around.

Zhou Jianjun only felt that he was in a trance in front of him, and then the eight figures appeared, with white and red hair, bare faces, gray Taoist robes, and Taoist bone fairy style, thinking that the real immortals were nothing more than that.

The young Taoist priest's mouth was about to fall, these few people are the backbone of the sect, even if their own head master sees them, they have to do the gift of juniors.

"Where? where is the owner of the hair?" asked one of the veterans urgently.

This image of urgently shattering the original Dao Bone Immortal Wind seemed to have some peerless treasure waiting for him to find.

The other veterans also looked at him stunned.

"This is under my niece's hair, she is now in danger, and she will go to the Taoist to save her," Zhou Jianjun knelt down on one knee and clenched his fists and said.

"Then what are you waiting for, go now!" When the old Taoist who spoke just now grabbed Zhou Jianjun's hand with one hand and was about to walk with the sword, he suddenly thought of something and said to the old Taoist behind him: "Senior brothers, you guard the mountain gate, and the poor Taoist can go alone." ”

"Senior brother, what you said is not right, you have to go together. ”

"Yes, it doesn't matter if it's a peerless exorcist genius or something, we just love to live and die with our senior brother. ”

Please wipe your saliva and say....

"Hey~~ What are you fighting for, usually I and my senior brother assist the sect together, this time I'll just go with him"

"Why!"

The young Taoist priest was speechless in shock, and several respected elders actually quarreled regardless of their image.

"Nonsense!"

There was another roar, and the mountains were blue again, and their potentials were even more magnificent before they intersected.

This time it was a middle-aged Taoist priest who flew out, holding the floating dust Dao sound around, such an amazing momentum did not make the frightened fly, but a crane was willing to turn into its mount and fly towards everyone.

"See Uncle Shi!"

"See Uncle Shi!"

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"You are the pillar of the sect, how can you still be so frivolous. The middle-aged Taoist priest scolded bitterly.

The sound was like the Nine Heavens Xuanyin, and for some reason, Zhou Jianjun's ears were moisturizing his eardrums like fine water.

I didn't expect that scolding would make people feel comfortable.

The eight veterans drooped their heads and didn't dare to speak.

"This time, I will go, and you will honestly guard the mountain gate. ”

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”.........”

"Uncle Shi, which.... I think it's better for me to go!" said the old man, who was called the elder brother, with some difficulty.

Now that Uncle Shi has spoken, there is no doubt that the little girl will become Uncle Shi's disciple.

However, this uncle is good at everything, and his cultivation is advanced and takes care of his peers, but it is a little unreliable.

Hundreds of years ago, when he was just getting started, he heard about the heroic deeds of this uncle, went to attend the immortal meeting held in the Daomen, stole all the wine from the organizer, and then took it to the auction house to sell.

Even if it is sold, the key is that he still left his real name, and later he was beaten up by the organizer after he found out.

At that time, the elder Taishang felt that his uncle was too troublesome, so he locked him in the sect and strictly forbade him to enter and exit, but what he didn't expect was that this uncle actually dug a hole under the mountain guard array and ran out.

Later, Elder Taishang personally went out to arrest him, but when they came, the elder's sleeves were clear, the magic weapon that he usually loved was gone, and the Taoist robe on his body seemed to have been ripped off.

The other elders were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to ask why.

It turned out to be this little uncle, who went to other people's sects to steal all their spiritual fruit fairy grass, and some immortal seeds were even uprooted, and finally he was caught by others and was about to use the innate spiritual fire to refine the uncle and sacrifice him.

Elder Taishang is good at saying that he will lose all his savings before others can let him go.

Later, the elders in the door sat down one after another, and after the uncle's cultivation became more unfathomable, he often changed his appearance and ran to the world to be abducted and deceived.

They're heartbroken for that.

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to be a little annoying, and disappeared after pulling Zhou Jianjun to dodge.

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On the 18th floor of the First People's Hospital of Jingjiang District, the corridor that should have been extremely quiet sounded the sound of milk in milk.

I don't think it's a big deal when I hear it, but if I hear it in the middle of the night, it's a bit inhibitive.

Strangely, the nurses on duty and the patients in the beds seemed to hear the general.

I saw six ethereal spirit bodies, standing in a row and following the sound to make corresponding movements.

In front of them were a man and a woman.

The man is mediocre.

The woman is petite and thin, and she still licks a lollipop in her mouth.

The two walked past them one by one, like leading a military parade, holding their heads high, smiling, and nodding with satisfaction from time to time.

"Master Li, my family has already burned the money for me, this is my filial piety to you! Look at ......"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"