As if he had guessed what Mu Jun was thinking, he shook his head lightly, but he didn't explain much, only holding the teacup, which was naturally pleasant.

Xiaohuo squatted and sat up, holding the sleepy dragon pot with one paw and shaking his head, and the other claw grabbed the spirit fruit, gnawing his mouth full of red juice, Mu Jun took out a handkerchief and wiped it, Xiaohuo stared at Mu Jun, chewing the flesh blankly, stretched out his mouth towards Mu Jun, squinted the dragon's eye, like a cat that was scratched on the jaw, Yunxiao glanced at it, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Mu Jun touched the horns of the little fire dragon: "Why don't you let Xiting Jiu and them out?"

Xiaohuo shook his head: "Your Excellency said that it will be closed for a hundred years!"

"You have been holding it like this for a hundred years?" Mu Jun scratched its jaw, it leaned softly on Mu Jun's hand, and said lazily: "I don't know." ”

The old man floated over, raised the staff, and tapped the trapped dragon pot, the pot instantly turned into the size of a peanut, a thin golden line passed through the handle of the pot, interconnected into a circle, Xiaohuo trembled with the thin line, hung on his neck along the claws, jumped twice, felt much more convenient, and it cracked the dragon's mouth towards the dragon: "From now on, I will no longer pull your beard." ”

The old man looked at it with a smile, waved the staff in his hand, and the thin line on Xiao Huo's neck turned into a golden halo in half a breath, making Xiao Huo sleepy from his neck to his tail. The old man slowly floated to the front of Xiao Huo, put away his staff, stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Huo's dragon whiskers, and pulled hard, Xiao Huo's painful dragon face was deformed, and he opened his mouth to breathe fire at the old man, who knew that he wrapped his hands around, the dragon whiskers were used as ropes, tied the dragon's mouth, tied a knot by the way, and stroked the white beard: "I am very resentful!"

Xiaohuo opened his long's eyes, staring at the old man with hatred, twisting and turning, and rolling all over the table.

Mu Jun was stunned by the changes between the two breaths in front of him, staring at the one spirit and one dragon on the case, not knowing how to dissuade him, he looked sideways at Yunxiao, hoping that he would give some hints, after all, these two are his subordinates now, Yunxiao glanced at the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, held the cup and smiled, his attitude was very clear, and he watched from the wall.

Xiaohuo winked at Mu Jun, there was a bubble of tears in the dragon's eyes, and Mu Jun was about to open his mouth to ask for a favor from the old man. Who knew that the old man stroked his white beard, looked up at her, his eyes were full of smiles, Mu Jun opened his mouth, decided to learn from Yunxiao, the two did not help each other, and showed an expression of helplessness towards Xiaohuo, Xiaohuo turned his head to the side, the tears in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and he was free to retract, Mu Jun sighed secretly: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

The war between square inches has not attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, Mu Jun swept around the hall, and looked at Ji Yue, his eyes were full of smiles, and he bowed to her, Mu Jun responded with his head raised, raised his teacup to him, and swept his eyes over Yiluo, who was smiling and looking at him, bowed his head slightly, retracted his gaze, and no longer looked at His Highness.

"Are you sure you want to accept someone from the Mo clan as an apprentice?" Yunxiao glanced at Ji Yue, his gaze fell on Mu Jun's eyes, and saw that her eyelashes blinked, and her dark eyes turned around, with a little doubt.

"Is there something wrong?" Mu Jun's thoughts were spinning, if Master Yunxiao objected, should he fight for it?

"Although they are both members of the Mo clan, they have their own positions, and if they choose him as an apprentice, they will inevitably oppose Mo Qing. Yunxiao smiled faintly, his phoenix eyes were deep, and he watched every expression of Mu Jun.

Mu Jun blinked: "What do they do to me?"

The old man held the teacup and said quietly: "As Mo Qing's Junqing, as Ji Yue's master, how can he have nothing to do with it?"

Mu Jun's brows furrowed: "Didn't Master say that without the truth of the Taoist couple and the ritual of the great ceremony, 'Junqing' will not be counted?"

Yun Xiao bowed: "I really can't count." ”

The old man stroked his white beard: "If Xiao Jun insists on getting rid of it, Mo Qing can't force it...... So, Xiao Jun decided to take Ji Yue's position?" glanced at it, and quickly retracted it.

Mu Jun wanted to discuss with him, what is the meaning of insisting on relieving, why does she have to choose a side?

At the same moment, he sensed that the main hall was quiet, and raised his eyes to look at the door of the main hall, and two figures walked in against the light.

Looking at the man in the cloud coat and wide sleeves who walked up the jade steps step by step, Mu Jun's hands were clenched subconsciously, although his face was calm and waveless, his eyelashes fluttered, and his breath was slightly short, which provoked the old man to stare at her for two breaths, and then looked at the two men walking in the hall, guessing which one made Xiao Jun so out of shape?

Yunxiao looked at His Highness, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the figure of the old man leaned towards Mu Jun, holding the staff to make a hidden shape.

Among the people in the hall, Hua Hedge restrained his urge to get up, clasped his hands under his sleeves, and his eyes fell on the man in the cloud robe and wide sleeves, waiting for him to turn his head sideways to give him a response, and then ...... Until he walked past her case, the man's eyes did not move half a minute, her figure was stunned, and boundless loss surged in her heart.

Suddenly, his spirit was shocked, his eyes fell on the face of Mu Jing opposite, seeing that she was staring at the man in the cloud clothes and wide sleeves, the flower fence stared at the man nervously, not letting go of his every expression, and looked at the people in the hall as if there was nothing on his face, and the man in the navy blue military uniform walked straight to the front of the hall, and the flower fence didn't know whether to lose or be happy.

At the same time, Hua Fence noticed that the man in the navy blue military uniform was also an old man, but according to his identity, it was impossible for him to appear here, but why did everyone gather in this hall today?

Looking at Mu Jun in the high position in the hall, Hua Li's thoughts rolled, it stands to reason that she is the real Mu Jun, but the skin bag has been changed, can he still recognize her?

"Rong Mo has seen the Taishi Ancestor. The man in the cloud robe and wide sleeves squeezed the trick with both hands, suddenly raised his head again, stared at Mu Jun for a while, and bowed his head slightly: "I've seen Uncle Shizu." ”

"Dust and Sand Realm Xuanzong Qi Che has seen Immortal Jun. The navy blue man folded his hands and performed the junior salute, and his eyes turned to look at Mu Jun, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and there was a slight light in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for many years, Xiaojun." ”

Mu Jing looked at the two long jade backs, her eyes fell on Mu Jun's face, and she laughed in her heart: Look, what is the use of the skin, after all, no one will admit it.

Mu Hua's eyes fell on Mu Jing's side face, and finally reached out his hand, held the hand in her sleeve that was clenched into a fist, and gently broke his fingers to rub the scars on her palm. Mu Jing was stunned by Mu Hua's behavior, she looked at Mu Hua sideways, and didn't understand why he was like this?

Mu Hua's gaze swept over the hedge, and then turned to Rong Mo in front of the hall, slightly stayed on Mu Jun's face for half a breath, and then his gaze fell back to Mu Jing, who was looking at him, and chuckled: "You are you, no one can replace you, and there is no need to replace anyone." ”

Mu Jing was stunned, tears welled up in her eyes, but she turned her head before falling and gently withdrew the hand held by Mu Hua. Mu Hua was slightly stunned, withdrew his empty hand, picked up the teacup, but didn't sip for a long time.

Mu Jun smiled on his face, and bowed his head to Rong Mo: "The lord is polite!" Rong Mo bowed back, as if she was just an ordinary fellow doorman, always paying attention to the hedge of this scene, and her heart was relieved.

(To be continued.) )