The time for the conference was getting closer and closer, but Li Xiu's retreat was still not over.

The white-clothed Li Xiu's cultivation of Ling Xiao Gong needs to lay a heavy foundation, although he already has a spirit sea at the level of a spirit master, but many basic things cannot be missing.

Even though there are two places in Lingxiao Palace and Yuze Hall that can be called cultivation cheats, Li Xiu's absorption still needs a process.

It is unlikely that he will become a king in just a few days, but the most conservative estimate is that he must cultivate to the peak of the previous Spirit Lord Realm to be considered an acceptable result.

There are two days left before the conference.

Qingzhou City, on this day, two people visited Qingzhu Temple.

One of them is the real magnate of Weizhen Qingzhou, and he is also the master of Qingzhou at a certain level, Ji Tianhai, the lord of Qingzhou Prefecture.

The origin of the other party is not the same as the master of the Qingzhou region, the hall master of the Overlord Palace, Dugu Yu.

This mysterious meeting lasted for a long time, and it was finally publicly announced that the date of the conference had been postponed by three days.

Not only that, but the Dao Conference that was originally planned to be held in Qingzhu Temple was also jointly hosted by the Overlord Hall and the State Lord's Mansion, and the grade was instantly upgraded by a standard.

Everyone who cares knows that this is a sign, and Ji Tianhai and Dugu Yu may have reached some consensus or plan.

Of course, some strange things happened during this period, such as Dugu Yu holding a villain in his hand when he visited Qingzhu Temple

Two days later, the scheduled date of the conference was actually three days away from the actual conference.

On this day, there was a small mountain village outside Qingzhou City, and a young man in white clothes came out of it.

The young man in white raised his head and looked at the sky, there was no cloud, and he sighed: "The weather is good when the mood is good." ”

Li Xiu was in a really good mood just after coming out of retreat, Ling Xiaogong was more in tune with his body, and he always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he practiced this set of exercises, as if he had practiced before, everything was so smooth, and it came naturally.

When the retreat had just ended, Lingxiao Palace was quiet, no one told Li Xiu that the Dao Conference had been postponed, and the portal he carried with him was on the black-clothed Li Xiu, and the white-clothed Li Xiu could only look for a fixed portal to Qingzhou City.

The mountain village is about a thousand miles away from Qingzhou City, which seems to be far away, but it only takes an hour or two under the footsteps of the master of the Spirit Lord Realm.

And there is a mountain between this small mountain village and Qingzhou City, and there is a temple on this mountain, and there is a group of old monks in the temple, and there is a fairy in front of the old monk.

Barefoot in a white dress, a slender jade hand tied with a bracelet made of grass and rattan, and the black green silk is soft like a waterfall curtain falling from the heavenly river, crystal clear.

"Little girl, you think about it, settle down in this temple, no one in the world will be able to bully you in the future, and the old man will personally go down the mountain to buy you a few pairs of beautiful embroidered shoes, and save you from walking around barefoot and wearing out your beautiful feet, which is a great thing. ”

A group of squinting old monks surrounded the girl in the white dress from all directions, led by an old monk who smiled and spoke, his two front teeth had long been lost, and he spoke like he was pulling a bellows, and his wrinkles were very confident in his eyes, so he was graceful.

Wen Hongmei's eyes were extremely clear, and she didn't get angry at all, this was the second time she had walked on the land of Shenzhou.

The first time she went to a place called Tianshan and brought a group of people back, and this time she was going to Qingzhou City, taking the opportunity of the younger generation to meet someone and end a past.

The group of monks in front of her were all in good spirits, and when they saw the woman's eyes, they seemed to be about to fall, Wen Hongmei had never seen such a monk.

To be precise, in the entire land of Shenzhou, only the Western Wilderness will have Buddhist gates, and most of the monks and temples in other places are fake. r1

"Little girl, now the world is going to be chaotic, walking on this land is full of dangers, follow the old man, and you will eat and drink spicy food in the future, if you can't hang your face, how about calling the old man a godfather?"

The fake old monk continued, it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a beautiful woman.

Just looking at it feels like the greatest blessing in this life, not to mention that now that this woman has fallen into his temple, how can he let it go?

Wen Hongmei is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, the old monk said a lot, but she didn't seem to hear a word.

With her graceful steps, she walked step by step to the gazebo in the depths of this small temple, where she was going to wait for someone.

The eyes of the monks around her fell on her body and could no longer move, as if their souls had been lost, as she approached, everyone subconsciously moved their steps and made way for a passage.

The old monk was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, but what about more resentment?

Regardless of his burning, killing and looting on weekdays, he is known as the biggest rogue in Qingzhou, with the title of the devil, and the blood on his hands cannot be washed even with hundreds of catties of water.

Let him be short-tempered, and if he doesn't agree with him, he will kill people all over the house, because the eyes of others from a distance will chase and kill them for 15,000 miles.

But so what?

In the face of the alluring appearance, he couldn't say even the cruel words, no matter how much anger he had, as long as he saw the clear eyes that flashed when the curved eyelashes trembled slightly, he was defeated.

At first sight, it is nothing more than that, who said that "love does not know what to do, and it goes deep." "That's what it means.

Seeing this woman, not only this fake old monk, but even the other rogues who had followed him for decades or even hundreds of years seemed to have become simple children, following behind the woman step by step, walking towards the pavilion.

"Little girl, if you are not happy to call you godfather, how about calling you uncle?" the old man continued to pester.

It seemed that she couldn't stand the entanglement of this fake old monk, and Wen Hongmei, who was as clear and aura as a fairy, finally smiled lightly.

"The little woman has a fiancé, who should be at the foot of this temple at this moment, dressed in white, handsome, young and talented. ”

"The little woman is not a person who is in the twilight, her fiancé is alive, and she doesn't want to have any intersection with other men, even if she is a monk. ”

Wen Hongmei's lips opened lightly, so that a dry rogue almost bit off his tongue, his voice was too good, especially the small dimples and eyes when he spoke, which were more intoxicating than the old wine that had been drunk for a thousand years.

"Fiancé !!"

The fake old monk quickly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and grabbed a rogue, and then said in a deep voice: "Go down the mountain, and if you see a young man in white clothes within a radius of several miles, you will catch all of them." ”。

"Eh, I know the boss"

This rogue turned around three times and spoke his conscience, if it weren't for the majesty that the boss had accumulated in his heart for a long time, he would not be willing to take his eyes off at all.