Lou Tingyu raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that the person in charge of the spoon is still a good flower raiser, I really didn't see it." ”

Others feel the same way.

Zhao Haotian, or Zhao Zhanglao, he has always been unfamous in Qingzhu Peak, although many people know about his existence and have heard of his deeds, but few people have talked about it.

Every time he cooks in person, the disciples from the outer mountains will happily go to the guest house, but still no one talks about him.

Today, he suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, so sudden that everyone was surprised.

He Xirou stared at those flowers, slightly distracted, she noticed that the purple qi in her body was a little throbbing, but she didn't know what it meant.

Zhao Haotian shared his experience in cultivating flowers, which benefited the florists who came a lot, and sighed that it was worth the trip.

This is the end of the Qiu Ju Meeting.

Feng Xiaoxiao and other female disciples wanted to take a stroll in the night market, and the white fat man's dead face followed him, so only Feng Xiaohan and the others were left to return to Qingzhu Peak.

Among the five people, there were three Uchiyama disciples and two closed disciples.

In the distance, the five people hiding in the distance watched them from afar, and when they returned to the mountain gate of Changming Sect, they dispersed, and after entering the mountain gate, they were not responsible for ensuring the safety of the disciples in the inner mountain.

Only a dark shadow followed, and came to an extremely hidden place outside the mountain gate. The man showed his figure, and saw that it was an old man in ragged clothes, holding a broken bowl and holding a bamboo stick, it was the old beggar who had given alms in the afternoon in the afternoon.

The old beggar's face at this time was no longer pitiful, but instead his face was full of solemnity, his eyes were blazing, and he was not angry and arrogant.

He stretched out his bamboo stick and tapped lightly on the boulder in front of him, the speed was slow and fast, forming a wonderful frequency, and the sound was crisp but not transmitted, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

The next moment, ripples appeared on the surface of the boulder, like ripples caused by water droplets falling into the calm water.

The old beggar smiled slightly, raised his legs and walked into the ripples.

After his figure disappeared, the surface of the boulder returned to calm, as hard as ever, and it was impossible to tell that it was a door.

The old beggar passed through the boulder, which was equivalent to passing through the barrier of the Changming Sect's Great Array of Protectors.

He looked at the twelve peaks with a little emotion, those deep in the top of the clouds looming in the moonlight, ethereal and vast in the night, as magnificent and magnificent as back then, like a fairyland outside the sky.

"It's been seven years, Changmingzong, you still haven't changed. ”

The old beggar's half-squinted eyes flashed with a fine light, and he muttered, "My old Cui is back again." ”

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Feng Xiaohan returned to Zizhu Courtyard and didn't want to sleep for the time being, sitting on the eaves and enjoying the night.

He held a necklace in his hand, which was made of thin threads of animal skin, and the wolf's teeth were pendants.

This is the day Guo Mingzhe found him, he knocked it out of the mouth of the demon beast snow wolf, and he has been carrying it with him.

Feng Xiaohan thought that this would remind him to have the patience and resilience of a wolf.

But at this time, he watched He Xirou sitting on the stone chair under the purple bamboo with his eyes closed and turning into a spirit, listening to the cry of the spirit insects, and felt bored, which was really unbearable.

Zizhu released the aura at dusk, and he Xirou came back late tonight, but there was still an extremely strong aura in the Zizhu Courtyard that had not yet dissipated, and it could be used to transform the spirit.

Just as she was finishing her cultivation and was about to open her eyes, she heard a sigh.

She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Feng Xiaohan, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"In the past, when I was in the Savage Domain, I was always wary of demon beasts, and I didn't feel that time was hard to wear. Now that my life is worry-free, I feel bored with food, clothing, and clothing. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "What do you do when you're bored?"

He Xirou thought about it and smiled sweetly.

When she was bored, of course, she threw herself into the master's arms and sniffed his body and guessed what he was drinking today.

Of course, she didn't say it.

He Xirou said: "This sect has a hall at the foot of Zhufeng Mountain, and many tasks will be released, and disciples of the inner and outer mountains can complete the tasks to earn corresponding rewards, you can go and take a look." ”

Feng Xiaohan asked, "This is the way for the disciples of the Changming Sect to make money?"

"Yes, but not quite. ”

He Xirou said: "As long as you don't delay your cultivation, the disciples of this sect can also do some business in the small town under the mountain, such as the tea in Xueyun Peak and opened a restaurant with a smile." ”

Feng Xiaohan nodded, jumped off the eaves, and walked out of the garden.

He Xi Rouxiu raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why are you going?"

"Go to the mission hall to do a mission. ”

"It's getting late now, the elders of the Mission Hall should have already slept, so it's not a good thing to disturb. ”

"In this case, then I'll go to the library to read the books, and I won't be able to sleep anyway. ”

Feng Xiaohan's figure disappeared outside the garden gate, and He Xirou went back to the house to sleep, but she didn't find that another figure disappeared in the night.

After a while, it seemed that a corner of the bamboo shadow was suddenly torn, and a figure suddenly stood up in the depths of the bamboo forest outside the library pavilion, he appeared very suddenly but not abruptly, and there was no sound as if he had stood there a long time ago, and even the spirit insect was not surprised.

The black figure watched Feng Xiaohan walk into the library pavilion, squinted his eyes, his body was more in line with the surrounding environment, and almost blended into the night.

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In an attic on the main peak, Lou Qianshan sat behind the coffee table and read by the faint light, on which was placed a letter that had been opened, and the handwriting on it was crooked, like an earthworm wriggling, crawling all over the letter.

It is also thanks to the harmony of the thousands of mountains and roads, so that I can patiently read this letter.

The envelope is signed with only one Cui character.

The attic door knocked gently, Lou Qianshan put down the book, and said with a smile: "Come in." ”

A middle-aged woman was wearing a big coat, her body was plump, her eyebrows were hidden with wind and thunder, and her angry eyes were full of thunder.

Buddhism has a saying that the angry eyes are open, and the evil spirits are eliminated with great power, and the common people are born. This middle-aged woman is very similar to the description in the Buddhist scriptures.

The woman said, "I've seen the senior brother in charge."

"There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to be polite. ”

Lou Qianshan put down the book in his hand, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the book happened to be buckled on the letterhead, smiled and beckoned her to sit down, and poured her a cup of tea, as if he was meeting an old friend for many years.

The woman sat across from him, looked at him and asked, "I wonder what the senior brother of the head of the family is talking about seeing me so late?"

Lou Qianshan smiled faintly and did not speak.

The woman didn't ask any more questions, and sat like this, the room so quiet that only the sound of the two of them breathing.

After a long time, Lou Qianshan asked, "How many years have you and my senior brother and sister been?"

The woman thought for a moment and replied, "It's been one hundred and ten years since I joined Changming. ”

Lou Qianshan showed a look of remembrance on his face, and said with a smile: "Back then, our brothers and sisters had a total of twelve brothers and sisters, and they joined hands in the rivers and lakes, happy and hateful, how happy it was. ”

The woman didn't know why he mentioned the past, but when she remembered those young and vigorous old things, she couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies, now that I am the elder of Ziyun Peak, you have become the head, you can no longer be the same as before, and you will not remember the consequences." ”

Lou Qianshan said: "The master once said that Changmingzong is a family, a family, and the most important thing is to be neat and tidy. ”

The woman lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and sighed: "It's a pity that Senior Brother Ouyang left early, and that negative man made a big mistake and was not allowed to enter Changming for the rest of his life, and the twelve of us can't get together anymore." ”

She is the ninth elder of Ziyun Peak, called Yuhong, and her temperament is like fire, making a single sword.

When the Tang Empire was conscripted, all men from all over the country had to join the army, she was the only seedling in the family, and she felt sorry for her old father's old age, so she disguised herself as a woman and joined the army for her father.

Until one day, she met someone.

The man was a scholarly man, full of wealth, and talked with her all night, and finally touched her head, and said softly that the girl either wore rouge and gouache, or asked with all his heart, he didn't like women who fought and killed on the battlefield.

Therefore, Yuhong abandoned Rong and asked, and followed him into Changming to practice the authentic Taoism.

"What if I said that apart from Senior Brother Ouyang, we can still make it up. ”

Yuhong raised her head sharply and stared at Lou Qianshan's face.

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