When the woman heard Meng Qingzhi's aunt, she laughed skillfully and calculated in her heart, "Auntie? Hehehe, I'm your aunt's aunt and it's pretty much the same. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Meng Qingzhi was obviously shocked by the woman's cliché words and didn't know how to answer, the woman paused, her expression was unpredictable, and the autumn waves surged, which seemed to evoke some good memories, in the memory, a chubby little boy, affectionately hugging his knees, and calling out to his aunt in a milky voice.

Even if the only thing a woman can do now is to reminisce, but the child's memory has been sealed for too long, and suddenly it was brought up again by Meng Qingzhi, and a trace of sweetness flashed in the woman's heart, mixed with a hint of bitterness.

"But I like that title, well, I'll give you permission to call me Auntie." The woman changed her words, and then, I don't know how long I have to be trapped here with Meng Qingzhi, and after a long time, I finally have someone to accompany her.

"Okay! The little aunt, whose junior name is Meng Qingzhi, is a disciple of the Northern Sect of the Western Desert Sect. Meng Qingzhi began to report to his home and briefly introduced himself.

The woman was shocked when she heard this, although she had already guessed Meng Qingzhi's origin, but when she heard Meng Qingzhi say the three words of the Western Desert Sect, the woman was still stunned.

"That, ahem, that, is everything okay with the Western Desert Sect?" The woman flickered, as if she wanted to inquire about something, but she didn't dare to speak out.

"That's good." Meng Qingzhi said bluntly.

"Ahem, that, the Western Desert Sect, that's the ......" The woman continued to hesitate, but she never dared to ask the person she missed day and night in her heart.

"Little aunt, what do you want to inquire about? The younger generation will know everything. ”

Meng Qingzhi behaved frankly and generously, which made the woman have a good impression of him, but the woman did not plan to continue to ask, the future will be long, what should be known will always know, ask in a hurry, if it is not the answer she wants, she will be disappointed.

"I, I didn't want to ask anyone. Hmph, my aunt is my aunt, why did I become a little aunt again? The woman asked, changing the subject.

"Because of my little aunt's appearance, she is really young, and I don't know how old my little aunt is, but I'm afraid that my aunt will be called old." Meng Qingzhi replied with a grin, but it was not a hippie smile, but a sincere smile.

"The age of the deity is set at thirty years old for the time being." The woman blurted out without thinking.

"Thirty? Little aunt, you are only a few years older than me, and you should be a beautiful lady, but why are you full of silver hair? Meng Qingzhi wondered, the woman's white hair was too conspicuous.

"Thirty is just my virtual age. Ouch, don't ask, I'm really old enough to be worthy of this full head of gray hair. The woman blinked mischievously, unwilling to reveal her true age.

According to the woman's words, if her age is worthy of this white hair, I am afraid that it will be more than thirty times more than doubled, Meng Qingzhi knew that it was not appropriate to ask the woman's age, so he did not continue to ask.

"Oh, little aunt, I think I was poisoned and fell into Lake Kabak, did you save me?"

"That's right, it's the deity, this is a life-saving grace, you must repay me." The woman straightened her back and raised her chin slightly, very angry.

"Yes, yes, if the little aunt has any orders, the younger generation will go to the soup and go to the fire, and they will not hesitate." Although the woman's tone was a little joking, Meng Qingzhi never dared to slack off, and bowed down to the woman.

"Well, good, you're very smart, I like it." The woman touched the back of Meng Qingzhi's lowered head, and in her eyes, Meng Qingzhi seemed to have become a very close junior to the woman.

Meng Qingyi began to be a little confused by the woman's touch, feeling embarrassed, which reminded him of Grandma Huanshui, but the woman was much more beautiful than Grandma Huanshui, and she was her own life-saving benefactor, Meng Qingzhi quickly retracted his thoughts.

"However, I remember that my master is not far away, why didn't he save me." Meng Qingzhi remembered that when he was competing with Ling Jinyun, the master was obviously watching the battle from the sidelines, and there was no reason not to save him.

"Who is your master?" The woman asked curiously.

"The respected master is Jun Yan of the Northern Sect."

"Jun Yan?"

When the woman heard this, she was shocked again, obviously Jun Yan was a person she knew well, she really couldn't have imagined that fate was so tricky, Meng Qingzhi was actually Jun Yan's apprentice, that is, ......

"Well, does my little aunt know my master?" Meng Qingzhi was puzzled by the woman's surprised reaction, could it be that the woman and the master were old acquaintances?

"Jun Yan, I naturally know, is he okay? Ahem, that, what is Jun Yan's status in the Western Desert Sect? The woman is indeed familiar with Jun Yan, and it is very natural to mention Jun Yan's name.

"My master is the master of the Northern Sect of the Western Desert Sect." Meng Qingzhi was overjoyed in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that the little aunt and the master were old friends.

"Oh, it's just a small sect master, that is to say, there is someone more powerful in the Western Desert Sect than Jun Yan, right?" The woman gently supported her chin with her fingers, thoughtful.

"That's nature." Meng Qingzhi didn't praise the master too much, after all, the two seniors who were more powerful than the master were the strongest people in the world.

"Who is he? Is he okay? How is he doing? The woman couldn't help but ask, and her tone began to be impatient.

"Little aunt, who do you want to ask?" Meng Qingzhi was puzzled, there were two seniors who were more powerful than Master Jun Yan, Meng Qingzhi didn't know whether the woman wanted to ask about Uncle Jun Xiao or Master Yang Lin.

"I'm just asking, you, you're so long-winded."

The woman realized her gaffe, she restrained her emotions, and in turn blamed Meng Qingzhi for being verbose, Meng Qingzhi couldn't cry or laugh.

"I ...... By the way, little aunt, did you help me detoxify? ”

The woman met Meng Qingzhi's eyes full of gratitude and reverence, she was proud again, and nodded heavily in acknowledgement.

"You're amazing! I felt like I didn't have the slightest sign of poisoning in my body. Meng Qingzhi only then investigated the internal breath, and found that he was relaxed and healthy, not only did Ling Jinyun's poisonous needle not leave any harm to Meng Qingzhi, but even the poison in the Yizhou Secret Department before had all disappeared.

"I can even cure the poison of the Soul Breaker Needle, what poison in this world can be difficult to defeat me." The woman was dismissive.

Meng Qingzhi couldn't help but be speechless, the Soul Breaking Needle could be said to be the first of a hundred poisons, compared to what other strange poisons and poisons were.

It's not that the toxicity of the Soul Breaking Needle is so violent, it's not that the needle kills, on the contrary, the Soul Breaking Needle is a chronic poison, and the early stage of poisoning is relatively mild.

I haven't heard of the secret weapon of the Soul Breaking Needle on the rivers and lakes for a long time, and Meng Qingzhi has also heard Jun Yan mention it, if you have to describe the Soul Breaking Needle, it can be said that the Yizhou Poison King can't make it, and Master Yang Lin can't solve it.

"I didn't think you were better than my ancestor!" Meng Qingzhi exclaimed.

The woman's spirits perked up, and finally, this person was mentioned.

Meng Qingzhi's master is Jun Yan, so his ancestor is Yang Lin.

After tossing for so long, the woman was intermittent, wanted to speak and stopped, and was about to ask several times, but she held back in her stomach, and the person she was thinking about was Yang Lin.