Early in the morning, Yan Yimei and the others woke up and began to pack their luggage in the faint morning light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Yimei neatly folded the clothes, put them in a long bag, and handed them out after confirming that there was no problem.

The preparation for the long trip was ready, the two glanced at each other at the same time, Yan Wuwu looked up at her white jaw, and said, "Don't worry!" Three years later, I was back. ”

"I know." Yan Yimei was silent for a moment, and said, "Take care of yourself alone, don't get into trouble...... Don't be gullible with others. ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's that old monk covering me!"

"Go ahead." Yan Yimei replied, turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Facing the rising sun, glancing at Yan Yimei's slender back, Yan Wuwu clenched his fists and walked towards the city gate.

There are also a lot of farewell people on the side of the street today, but the focus of their concern is not the legendary Master Zhaoyang, but the little boy with his bags on his back.

"When you go to Xiaozen Temple, you have to practice hard, don't lose our Cangyun's face!"

Song Senxue on the side of the street had a thin layer of white snow hanging on her shoulders, and she had obviously been waiting for a long time.

Yan Wuwu nodded at Song Senxue and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, after you finish your studies, you will beat those bald donkeys."

Wang Bukong, who was standing on the other side, had an extremely ugly face, and said angrily: "Monks, monks, what a bald donkey, it's ugly to death." ”

"Hey, hey, slip of the tongue." Yan Wuwu said with a haha.

Wang Bukong frowned and wondered: Last night, didn't you pout your head and never want to go to Xiaozen Temple? Why did you suddenly open your mind?

"Hey, hey, I'm just pretentious."

After a few laughing scoldings, a drizzle suddenly fell in the sky, as if the rain was thinner than a thread sprinkled on the people's bodies, a little cool, but no one left the people who saw them off.

Master Zhaoyang of the city gate sat in the carriage, thinking of last night's incident, and said angrily: Hurry up, it's time to go on the road.

"Got it." Yan Wuwu answered, turned around and arched his hand to the several commanders who saw him off, and the Blood Knife and Cloud City Shield behind him added a bit of grandeur to standing in the rain.

"The grace of several commanders will never be forgotten by the boy." After saying this, he was in the rain and posed as a special fool. forced the posture, and shouted loudly: Go to the small Zen temple, if you don't learn the magic of Buddhism in the light, you won't come back!

The exquisitely decorated carriage carried the two of them out of the city gate, and the Blood Dragon City gradually moved away behind them.

In the most majestic hall of Dragon City, Qu Shuai and Yan Yimei were drinking, although they were too lazy to send Yan Wuwu that kid, but they clearly saw the scene in front of them, Yan Yimei thought about the words he said while standing in the rain, and couldn't help but sigh: "If you don't finish studying, you won't come back?" Xiaozen Temple is known as the ancestor of all laws, and it seems that it is really difficult to come back. ”

Qu Shuai at the wine table thought about the simple words that Yan Wuwu said to himself late last night, and said softly with a smile: Do you know why I handed him over to you to take care of when I first met him.

Qu Shuai slowly took off the Tianluo noodles on his face, then got up from his seat, turned around, and a beautiful and picturesque face crashed into Yan Yimei's eyes.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the skin is like a jade, the lips are tightly pursed, a handsome face seems to have been carefully carved by the most skillful craftsman in the world, so perfect that there is not a trace of flaw, and a robe without any variegated colors is lined with a free and easy demeanor.

Heaven seems to be particularly partial to her, pouring all the good things into her, and her thin lips are pursed with a bit of ascetic coldness, and there is a bit of temptation for no reason.

Although Yan Yimei has been by Qu Shuai's side since she was a child, she has long seen Qu Shuai's appearance, but when she sees this face now, she is still amazed fiercely.

"Master, it's still so beautiful." Yan Yimei came back to her senses and couldn't help but admire: Yes, when Wuwu first came, the master was very good to him, why?

Qu Shuai's pretty face showed helplessness, and said: You'll know in the future, haha.

Yan Yimei heard the playfulness in her tone, and couldn't help but be angry, and secretly said in her heart, don't tell me, and ask me what I'm doing, this master is really annoying.

A month later, the carriage was still galloping tirelessly, and Master Zhaoyang threw a few pills into the horse's mouth from time to time.

Yan Wuwu had long been surprised by this scene, but felt that this old monk was very extravagant, looked at the master Zhaoyang in front of him and said: What kind of pill did you give the horse to eat, so that the horse does not have to rest.

After throwing away the remaining pills in his hand, Master Zhaoyang returned to the car and sat upright, and said, "Hehe, what do you think it is, it's an ordinary five-grain pill."

"It's impossible, it's in the Wugu Dan Cangyun Army, and the effect is just supplementing nutrition." Yan Wuwu shook his head and said.

Master Zhaoyang took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a few pills and handed them to Yan Wuwu, and said, "See for yourself?"

"Hey, it's really Wugu Dan, this horse has been running for a month, could it be some peerless horse?"

Master Zhaoyang pursed his lips, "There is no culture, the peerless gods are all the mounts of immortals, where can there be in the mortal world."

"Don't talk about pulling down."

Yan Wuwu's eyes closed, this old monk did some strange things along the way, and then asked himself for a long time, he hung his appetite like a storyteller.

"Hehe, you ask me, I'll tell you if you ask."

Seeing him close his eyes and recuperate, Master Zhaoyang leaned forward and said.

After a long time, Master Zhaoyang helplessly spread his hands and said: Have you seen the talisman paper on the horse's hooves, and the talisman on this carriage is all refined by myself, so the horse will not be tired.

Yan Wuwu's eyelids raised when he heard this, and said, "Oh, I see, it's useless.

"Boy, you say the talisman is useless?"

Master Zhaoyang waved his hand, and the carriage stopped for the first time in a month, and looked at Yan Wuwu seriously.

"Isn't it just a few pieces of paper?"

Yan Wuwu looked at Master Zhaoyang, whose face was blue with an angry face, and said in his heart: Compared with my Night King Power Pen, it is far behind.

"Huh! Scold! Scold! You watch! ”

"The sky is round and the place is round, the nine chapters of the law, I write today, and ten thousand ghosts are hidden."

Master Zhaoyang took out a yellowed piece of old paper, took a brush and scribbled on it.

Yan Wuwu was intent on being angry with this old monk, and said disdainfully: Generally, I can't see where it is hanging?

Master Zhaoyang ignored his taunts, the brush in his hand still swayed rhythmically, and after a while, the old yellow paper was covered with incomprehensible incantations.

"Finally, give your kid a chance to take back what you just said, otherwise I will be afraid of this yellow talisman myself!"

Master Zhaoyang shook the yellow talisman in his hand and looked at Yan Wuwu with a straight face.

"Oh, I'm cowardly, I take back what I just said." Yan Wuwu said casually.

Hearing this, Master Zhaoyang had a feeling as if he had punched cotton, and a breath of sullen air blocked his throat and couldn't go.

Looking at the aggrieved old monk in front of him, Yan Wuwu only felt refreshed and indescribably comfortable.

"What kind of talisman is this, is it very powerful?"

"This is the proudest yellow talisman I've ever refined."

"So proud, can you show the kid?"

"Hehe, don't give it."

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