Speaking of which, Ning Qingqiu also sighed, how could she, a monk who was still tirelessly looking forward to breaking through the foundation building period, come and go with some masters?

And wasn't that Lingtong settled in the Wanhu Prairie? It is said that at that time, he had a fight with one of the ghost generals who was worried about the ghost stream before he got the officially recognized right to settle?

Tsk, acquaintance. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Now it seems to be an established fact that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, since Lingtong can be on the bar with the ghost, then it means that the relationship is not good, isn't this their natural ally?

When the time comes, it is not true that the place of life is not familiar, and if it is really not good, you can let Qiye dress up, and the three of them will return to their old business and continue to fool, and visit the demon bow as the identity of Qingyun Sect...... It's very reasonable, reasonable.

Ahem, such a coincidence, is this the legendary protagonist's aura?

This thought was only a second, and she was shot away by herself, if she is really the protagonist, at this level, how can she cultivate to the stage of turning into a god, and then countless beautiful men will enter her arms, and finally become an immortal and walk to the peak of life, right?

She was amused herself.

Their seats are actually very comfortable, with rosewood chairs, soft tiger fur on them, and fragrant seven-star tea on the table next to them, which is simply the first-class treatment in the plane.

This beast can still build a simple house on it, and it can be regarded as a walking house, and I don't know where it is tall compared to the so-called RVs in modern times.

Not to mention anything else, at this speed, the engine can't catch up, one burns gasoline and diesel, and the other relies on the four legs of the beast, driven by pure physical strength, so it is naturally pure and pollution-free.

The problem of new energy was solved at once......

Ahem, my thoughts have gone astray again.

Ning Qingqiu had already aroused unprecedented interest in the big bazaar described by Wu Yong, it sounded similar to a temporary market, but it should be much more lively.

How interesting it is for monks from all over the world to gather together.

"But when the time comes, there will be a lot of people and a lot of conflicts and frictions, won't there be a random fight? Is there any one to maintain order?"

Qingqiu was a little worried about his personal safety when attending the rally, not theirs, but someone else's.

The bomb is still floating in the sky during the seven nights.

She looked up slightly, stunned, and quickly gave Mingyuan a look: What about people?

The sky was blue, as far as the eye could see, and there was no cover, and the strange little white cloud was long gone.

Mingyuan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Qingqiu's brows jumped, and there was always a sense of foreboding.

Wu Yong naturally didn't know that the dark tide here was turbulent, so he looked at the sky with her, and also laughed: "It's a good day today, I guess I also saw Ming Gongzi and Miss Ning, and I couldn't bear to be gloomy." ”

Qingqiu said that the degree of numbness ...... She wasn't so vulgar when she was in elementary school.

You are really fresh and unpretentious, completely different from the bewitching sluts with flattery and sweet words outside.

In order to hide her surging inner desire to complain, and the uncontrollable convulsions of the corners of her mouth, she took a big sip of tea, well, it didn't taste at all, it was really a cow chewing peony.

Mingyuan almost choked himself to death, and it took a lot of effort to maintain his family demeanor, and the pride of the sky did not collapse.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

But Wu Yong continued to answer Ning Qingqiu's previous question enthusiastically as if he didn't feel it: "If you want to talk about conflicts, where there are people, there are conflicts and contradictions, there are fish and dragons on the big bazaar, there are everyone, there is no shortage of ferocious and murderous violent people, it is really a small fight in three hours, and a big melee in five hours." ”

"But it won't be too fierce, after all, there are still a few Yuanying in the Wanhu Prairie who can settle down, although they don't care about anything, but once they make too much trouble, it is not negotiable, and the means are called a thunderous Wanjun. ”

So he went on to give Ning Qingqiu a science popularization about the previous bazaar, which had some stupid shortcomings that were brainless or had long hair and short knowledge, which annoyed Yuan Ying who didn't care about anything, and finally went to the prefecture to queue up to register the account.

Voiceover, the long hair here is not discriminatory against female cultivators, and most of the men in the immortal cultivation world also have long hair fluttering, for example, the combed hair of Yuan Yuan looks even darker and shiny than Ning Qingqiu's.

But it's not as soft as her, and it's not as fragrant as her hair.

For this point, Qingqiu is complacent.

Mingyuan: ...... It's good if you're happy.

Everyone in the An family has been cossing the silent lamb beside them...... Statue. If you don't speak, you don't speak.

I guess I'm not in the mood to say it, after all, their people have almost died along the way.

An Lian woke up now, but she couldn't stop coughing cough cough, she just followed Dong Shi's example...... Xizi seems to be heartbroken, but I just don't know if the beauty value is comparable to the first of the four beauties in ancient China.

However, Qingqiu felt that this answer could be determined, although An Lian was beautiful, it still did not reach that level, at most, there was an immortal cultivator's immortal qi bonus, and pure beauty should still be inferior.

Mingyuan was like a bodhisattva, his eyebrows didn't move, holding a cup of tea and staring at the ups and downs of the tea leaves, as if he had gone to space, and put on a thoughtful look, he couldn't fool others if he couldn't fool him, isn't it just pretending to be in a daze.

“…… I don't think this girl is hurting well. ”

Wu Yong couldn't hold back and asked.

It's no wonder that he didn't have eyes, Wu Yong naturally saw that this Mingyuan and Ning Qingqiu had a strange atmosphere with the people they called domestic servants, and which family's domestic servants still had a surname when they called their sons?

As for saying that the surname of the servant is An and the master's surname is Ming, you must know that only the kind of person who has made great contributions and has a certain status in the master's heart, or his own cultivation has reached a certain level, can he have the honor of changing his name and surname.

For the servants of the family, it has nothing to do with them if they don't change their names or surnames, they wish they could follow the master's family name, that is the real glory of the ancestors.

Maybe after years of development, they will be able to completely get rid of their slave status and lead their own bloodline to become an integral part of the great family.

Since then, it has been superior.

That's what they're after.

Don't care about things that shouldn't be taken care of, don't ask about things that shouldn't be asked, this is what Wu Yong has always done.

This question is not much overstepping, after all, it is just a sentence of concern that is not salty or light.

Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, protect the weak, this is a common problem of men.

The female cultivators of the immortal cultivation world have always been cheap and expensive, this is not a contradiction.

Many of the high-ranking women are just like furnaces, and if they have used them, they have lost them, and if they want to talk about feelings, it is a joke, but Wu Yong and other low-level monks are different, and the beautiful and talented female cultivators are the objects they are chasing.

The state of mercy is indeed pitiful, and Wu Yong asked tentatively. (To be continued.) )