"This matter is indeed my negligence as the head of the house. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wen Jun's male voice was apologetic, "I never thought that thousands of years later, this flower is still attached to obsession." ”

"The head doesn't have to feel guilty, who knows when the flowers that have bloomed in the forbidden land for thousands of years have already given birth to their own minds?" Elder Shu sighed, "Moreover, this is the fate of this little doll." The two disciples who poked out the real flower from behind, after fainting, had already woken up by now, and only this doll was still being dragged in a dream......"

On the edge of the wooden collapse, Qinghe closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged on one side, with a seal in his hand, facing the sleeping child with a peaceful face, and reciting silently. However, in less than a moment, he opened his eyes, glanced at them with a complicated expression, and re-sealed them with one hand, and cast a spell.

Two leaf-like pale green beating points of light, the flower prints floating between the child's eyebrows, seem to be guarding, and as if they are on guard.

"Elder Qinghe, how is this little disciple?" Seeing the old man come out, Wen Jun Man hurriedly asked.

Qinghe bowed, changed his usual relaxed color, his face was quite heavy, remembering the situation that his dream technique could not detect, he couldn't help but sigh: "This little doll is really rare, unexpectedly, a part of his divine consciousness seems to have been awake for a long time, trying to struggle and resist, however, there is a greater force that suppresses all this." ”

"Greater power?, what about flowers?" Ning Pingyan, who was listening on the side, asked rhetorically, "But when I sent my disciples to bring this little boy back, didn't I say that with a slight flick, this flower fell off from the little boy......'s hand?"

"Elder Yan, you forgot, on weekdays, disciples are shocked by just a touch, and this disciple is already weird when he holds it firmly, not to mention that compared to others, this little doll has been in contact for a long time. ”

Seeing the people with different opinions, Qinghe stroked his beard, "You don't have to worry, I think this little doll is determined, I have used magic to guard his last clarity, just a suitable opportunity, he can wake up in his dreams." It's just that...... How to get rid of ......" his voice was a rare helplessness, "it still depends on his own creation......"

The crowd was silent.

And at this moment, a disciple of the Imperial Sword flew outside Junzi Peak, knelt in front of the door, and said: "Your master, the ancestor of the Dust Qingmen has arrived at Zhengfeng......"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Qinghe angrily, "He came here, and he told him what to do, and he didn't know the way...... his tone was quite disgusted, just looking at the looks of everyone looking back, he touched his nose again, and muttered in a low voice, "Okay, what is the family......"

The head of the sect had already understood the disbelief of several elders for a hundred years, and when he heard this, he just smiled kindly, and continued to ask the disciples outside: "What else?"

"And ......" The disciple unconsciously looked at Qinghe's face on the side, a trace of hesitation flashed on his face, and finally he simply didn't stop, closed his eyes and said loudly, "There are also Senior Qiao, Elder Guo of Huaqing Gate, Elder Chu of Peng Guzhai, and their disciples have all reached the Void Mountain." ”

"It's all nasty. Qinghe blackened his face, "Is this going to be a kicker?"

Elder Shu next to him glanced at him in amazement, did this old boy still feel conscious, in Ningxu, with him as a scoundrel, who would dare to step forward and kick the field?

"However, are the people from Peng Guzhai also here?" Qinghe said in a deep voice, "Three hundred years ago, when they were concentrating on Peng Guzhai's cultivation, I sympathized with Jiang Daoyou and competed with each other, but now, he left first, alas. ”

When the elders heard this, their faces were a little complicated for a while, Jiang Daoyou was also an acquaintance of many people, this sudden fall, although he knew that the avenue was impermanent, but he was really uncomfortable when he mentioned it.

It's just that Elder Shu, who has always been uneasy with Qinghe, regretted it for a while, and when he thought of what Qinghe said, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Three hundred years ago, if he remembered correctly, Qinghe was afraid that it would be a disaster to Pengguzhai, and he blatantly went to see his family's martial arts, which can also be regarded as concentrating on cultivation? Presumably, what kind of Lao Shizi competed with each other, I am afraid that it was completely because Jiang Daoyou was depressed in his heart that he went to fight, and now he is said to be like this by Qinghe Lao'er.

Tut.

No matter what the Void Elders thought in their hearts, when Wen Jun heard this, he hesitantly glanced back at the wooden collapse, and instructed the beautiful woman on the side, "In this way, Elder Yan will stay here, if there is anything wrong, report it in time, and the rest of the people will follow me back to the main hall of the main peak." ”

……

Empty house, no popularity at all.

Liluowu stood in place, looking around in a daze, a piece of red.

On the table, on the curtain, on the window, on the wooden cabinet, everywhere the eye looks, it is red. She blinked her eyes in confusion, always feeling that the red paper was as if it was soaked with blood, and it was extremely red.

She remembered that she had just gotten off the sedan chair and was taken to the new house at will, compared with the excitement outside, the house was very quiet, if it weren't for the red silk and red paper in this mansion, she really thought that she was married at the wrong time.

While she was stunned, Green Sprout properly packed up her belongings and told her softly.

"Miss, the immortal master is still wandering outside, let's stay in peace during this time. ”

Then she quickly went out to help, leaving her at a loss.

Green Sprout is the son of the Li Mansion, when will he become familiar with this Immortal Master's Mansion, just like in her family?

The flame on the red candle flickered and crackled, and she sat down slowly as she looked at the room alone. The wine cup on the mahogany table had been placed in place, and the fragrance of her daughter's red came from it, as if she was bold, she looked at it for a long time, picked up one of them, and drank it with her head up.

Bang.

This drink is very strong, and when she puts it down, the strength in her hands is really greater.

"It seems that my sister is in a bad mood?"

With a creak, the door opened.

Unable to drink and look up, he saw a woman, wearing a long skirt with flowers drawn on the ground and a light yellow chrysanthemum gauze dress on her upper body, looking at her with a smile in the moonlight.

Hiccup, Liluo burped slightly, the red smell of wine stained his cheeks red, and his mind was a little less sober and more childish. She patted her chest, then squinted, and thought for a long time before she said in a daze, "You're not that day...... The lady at the feast of flowers...... How can you be here?"

The woman smiled again, walked in, her eyes seemed to be looking, and she seemed to admire, looked at the departure of the red dress, sat next to her and said, "I have lived here for a long time." ”

"Living here?" Liluo repeated unconsciously, but fortunately, her reason had not been completely lost, and she nodded suddenly in realization, "You are the wife of the immortal master!"