"Yasuzhi, what are you looking at?" Sensing Qin Jingzhi's movements, the sword cultivator on the side couldn't help but push him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qin Jingzhi came back to his senses and smiled: "I saw an acquaintance." ”

"Acquaintances?" The sword cultivator blinked, then smiled, "Are you going to visit that acquaintance?" ”

That sword cultivation was just joking, and he didn't want Qin Jingzhi to nod seriously, and pursed his lips: "I want it." ”

His words were only regarded as prevarication by the sword cultivator, so he stopped mentioning it, and then talked about the topic of Fang Cai.

Qin Jingzhi quietly accepted the flute in his hand, he had rarely had such a gaffe in his life, but the feeling at that moment was really indescribable.

At a glance, he recognized it, but even if he did, he still had some uncontrollable astonishment. It was only at this moment that he suddenly felt that time was the most wonderful thing in the world. He was born in the Xiuzhen clan since he was a child, and the monks around him looked ageless because of taking the fixing liquid, so it was difficult for people to perceive the traces of time on their bodies, but at that moment, he really felt the charm of time. But after a few years, the little girl who met in the obstacle of 100,000 miles of Changchuan grew up, her face was open, and her charming bones were more difficult to describe.

It's hard to describe what it felt like in that moment. He is not used to receiving favors from others, not to mention such a great grace, even if Qin Wuxin helps to repay this favor, but he still can't get over it in his heart, so that after his cultivation was restored, for a long time, as soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was the appearance of the little girl tilting her head and looking at him in a daze. "Are you dying?" The girl's crisp and slightly immature voice echoed in her ears, with unspeakable regret.

In the past few years, he has long been born to see her, but the timing is unfortunate, he went on a mission, she is in Kunlun, when he returned to Kunlun, she went out again, but only came back a few days ago, this time I heard that she was in Kunlun, he was going to prepare to meet her, and I don't know why I must see her, the obsession is so deep, probably I want to say thank you to her in person!

It's just that he didn't think about it, and he wasn't allowed to prepare, so she appeared in front of her like this, and when she looked back, he saw an elegant dress that was beyond the worldly red dust, so caught off guard. In an instant, the girl in front of him who was beautiful but clear-eyed and the little girl who was stunned were staggered in front of his eyes, and he was a little difficult to come back to his senses, it turned out that the so-called time carving was such a meaning.

Nodding carelessly at the words of his companions around him, he already had a little calculation in his heart.

It was like this for several days, and Qing Qiao's seat was empty in front of her, but she still sat like this, her hands neatly flat on the table, and she sat there in a proper manner.

Unconsciously looked at the gossip plate in his hand in a daze, and I don't know how long it took, Qing Qiao's eyes were dark, and he was ignored like this for a few days, and the sudden arrival made Qing Qiao startled, instinctively raised his head, and looked at the person with a little vigilance.

What caught the eye was a tall monk, and the neat Kunlun standard sect clothes were draped on his body, and his slightly rough appearance squinted lazily.

"Hey, you can count too?" The monk snorted and clasped her desk.

"Yes." Qing Qiao nodded hesitantly, looking at the monk, she couldn't see through his cultivation, after all, she was higher than him.

The monk leaned against her table and looked her up and down, frowned, and exhaled in Qing Qiao's nervousness: "Then you!" Too lazy to queue up. ”

"What are you going to count?" The little girl pointed to the pen and paper on the table and motioned for him to write down his birthday.

The monk waved his hand, looking at the dragon flying and phoenix dance he wrote in one go, Qing Qiao also thought that he wrote it very well, but when he took it, it was ugly that he had seen in his life.

"I'm going to have a mission." The monk glanced at Qing Qiao, "Do you see if this is evil or auspicious?" ”

"Hmm." Qing Qiao nodded and took out the astrological disk, there was no condition here for her to really look at the moon and stars.

After waiting for a long time, the monk was a little frightened by Qing Qiao's appearance of looking up from time to time, and couldn't help but knock on her desk: "Okay, no, if it doesn't work, I'll go somewhere else." ”

Qing Qiao looked at him hesitantly for a moment, and he didn't miss the look of watching the show when Yan Zifei looked at him not far away.

After being silent for a moment, Qing Qiao shook his head: "If you want to ask about the task, I won't count it, you can ask Gao Ming!" ”

"What do you mean?" The monk was furious, reached out and dragged Qing Qiao up from the chair, his eyes were split, "Isn't it possible for you to ask about the world this day?" Now tell me that I won't count, so what are you doing in the Heavenly Machine Pavilion? ”

The monk was tall and big, Qing Qiao was only a fourteen-year-old girl, with a slender figure, compared to the monk, it seemed to be standing with a behemoth, and now he was dangling in his hand in an extremely ridiculous posture, and everyone who saw it was shocked, only to think that Qing Qiao would be thrown out by him in the next moment.

Yan Chongming is not here today, and no one will stop him for a while.

"Say it again!" The monk was furious, and raised his fist in front of her eyes, as if it would fall if she said the wrong thing.

Such a big movement naturally attracted a lot of onlookers, and the signboard of Tianji Pavilion was not bad for her, but most of the monks around her were aimed at her. There are endless words such as "cheating and abduction" and "children messing around".

Qing Qiao lowered his eyelids, deaf to the criticism around him, and he didn't know how long it took, after seeing the figures of those patrolling monks appear in front of everyone's eyes, Qing Qiao, who was still silent, suddenly sneered at the big man.

The girl's crisp voice sounded sharply and penetratingly: "Mission? You don't have a task, how can I calculate? ”

The monk's face changed, and before he could speak, he heard the girl continue: "Jiwei, Bingzi, Jiayou, and Gengchou were born when they were young, male cultivators, I don't think you are like my Kunlun monk, there is a smell of sea on your body, but it seems to come from the East China Sea. Huh, the task? It's almost like running for your life! Three days ago, in the middle of the night, you had a catastrophe in your life, but you have to get rid of it for the time being, and at noon today, you will not escape! ”

She spoke very quickly, and she said these words in one fell silent, and there was silence for a while.

Doomed! It can be said that no matter who hears this criticism, it will change color. The monk's face changed several times in a row, and before he could react, he suddenly heard someone in the crowd exclaim: "Zhang Mingyuan, the East China Sea cultivator who broke into Kaiyang Peak three days ago to steal the exercises.