The next day, stepping on a ray of morning light from the sky, Lu Bixin borrowed spiritual power to return to the Bixin Palace, and walked towards the dormitory with vague steps after falling, yawning as she walked. 'The principle of '.

As for today's Jindan monk... It's just a golden pill, the little minion is okay, I'm dealing with it when I wake up, if the little brother can't even get a golden pill, can it still be said that she is the little brother of the fairy Bixin? After returning to the dormitory, Lu Bixin fell asleep close to the bed...

With the lesson of the last time, when the time is not ripe, Lu Bixin does not dare to rise up to the idea of sharing a bed with Xue Ying, that is the rhythm of being buried if she doesn't do it well, and it will hurt others by mistake, who knows if Xiaomei will clean up the mess for her next time?

The morning sun is rising, Xingwu Palace is a little different from the past, the emperor Wu Yan and Lu Piqi in the martial palace came here early, Lu Piqi stepped on the mysterious steps, arranged the formation in the main hall, and prepared to capture the enemy alive.

Wu Yan accompanied him to do cover, he has been working in Bixin Hall for the past few days, except for the first few times he saw Fairy Bixin, he has not seen anyone since then, thinking that he will definitely be able to see the fairy today.

With a feeling of anticipation, he kept pacing in the main hall until the morning sun rose, Lu Piqi completely arranged the formation, and when he walked towards the side hall, Wu Yan finally couldn't help but ask, "Shangxian, is the fairy coming back today?" ”

Lu Piqi, who was walking towards the side hall, did not stop in his footsteps, and lost his sentence without looking back, "My sister doesn't have time today, I will talk after catching the golden pill," and then walked into the side hall and activated a shielding formation.

After receiving an accurate answer, Wu Yan's face rose with a disappointed expression, and he walked to the dragon chair and sat down. The courtiers stepped on the morning sun and came to the court one after another.

Seeing that the emperor was waiting for them, and his face was not very good, the courtiers present did not even dare to gasp, especially the last few who arrived, they were terrified, thinking that today's head is estimated to be difficult to protect...

As the emperor's Wu Yan, he was in an unhappy mood to hold a court meeting, all because of a girl, and he who made him the emperor could only be a girl who looked up to the mountains, not to mention how depressed he was.

A court meeting is being held... There was a sudden gust of wind in the hall, and then a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe appeared, after seeing this person, the emperor's martial expression, immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, thinking that after catching this person, maybe he could make the fairy smile.

Sorting out his mood slightly, Emperor Wu Yan maintained his normalcy and said, "All Aiqing have stepped down, I have something to discuss with this immortal." With his words, there were only two people left in the entire hall after a while.

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe stood lightly, and Jin Dan Xiuwei gave him confidence, believing that this emperor could not make any waves, but when the door of the palace was completely closed, his face changed instantly, because the surrounding aura was emptied.

"Who is it?" The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe surrounded him with a flying sword, looking around vigilantly.

Wu Yan rushed forward without hesitation, thinking that taking down this person would make the fairy smile, but he ignored the gap in strength.

Seeing Wu Yan attacking, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe glanced at it with disdain, and the imperial envoy flying sword was about to cut off his head, but just when he was about to succeed, he only felt that the back of his head was smashed by a heavy object, and then unfortunately fainted.

Lu Piqi walked out of the side hall slowly, glanced at Wu Yan whose throat skin was cut, and couldn't understand why the emperor was killing himself, so he came to the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe by himself and picked up the bricks on the ground. To be precise, it's the heart of the formation, which is a new usage that I learned with Xiaomei recently.

Picking up the middle-aged man in the robe, Lu Piqi walked quickly to the outside of the hall, after the emperor took out the medicine to stop bleeding and sprinkled it, he immediately followed, the opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again, today may be the last time for him, and he has witnessed the peerless face of the fairy with his own eyes....

The sun was hanging high, it was already noon, Lu Bixin habitually grabbed her hand, "Hmm...", woke up sleepy-eyed, sat up straight and stretched a big lazy waist, "Ah... Hah..."Rubbing his eyes, he slowly put on his flat shoes.

Later, when I came to the mirror, I saw that I was disheveled and had messy hair in the mirror, but I still showed a different kind of beauty, and I couldn't help but be secretly proud, but... In order not to be attacked by Xiaomei's cold air, she had to start dressing up.

took out a set of white plain clothes, borrowed spiritual power and divine sense, formed a spiritual power hand, quickly changed it, and sorted it out, and the action was done in one go.

After that, it is to comb in the mirror, first have a condensation technique to clean her face and hands, and then take out a set of makeup supplies from the storage ring, all of which are spiritual weapons, borrowing divine sense and spiritual power, and manipulating these to groom her.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lu Bixin was already refreshed, Lianbu moved slightly to the door of the dormitory, opened it, and saw that the little brother was carrying a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, and on the side was the injured Emperor Wu Yan.

Seeing that the door of the dormitory was opened, Emperor Wu Yan's drowsy state immediately changed, and when he looked at the fairy who stepped out of it, he suddenly felt that his life had a color...

Coming to the stone bench in the courtyard of the dormitory and sitting down, Lu Bixin barely cheered up, took out her eyes and put them on, and began to record, "After a few days of squatting, we finally captured this Jindan monk today, let's reveal the mystery together!" ”

Then he instructed Lu Piqi, "Little brother, wake him up." A glimmer of anticipation rose in my heart.

After getting the order of the old lady, Lu Piqi clicked on the back of the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe and lifted the sleeping formation in his body, in fact, the moving bricks were just a carrier, and it could inject a set of formations into the body of living beings, so the scene of the main hall appeared.

After waking up slowly, after the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly widened, his face was full of disbelief, and he laughed a few times and shouted, "Haha.. It's Bixin Fairy! I actually saw Fairy Bixin..."

In this regard, Lu Bixin slandered in her heart, "The Jindan period can live for 500 years, is this product single for 400 years?" That's understandable. ”

After that, he hurriedly coughed twice, and after attracting the attention of the middle-aged man in the robe, he asked in a soft tone, "Where did you get this hemostatic powder from?" "To deal with this kind of person, she still knows more about routines, after all, she is a person from the past.

Hearing the soft voice of the fairy, the middle-aged man in the robe melted, and the cultivation of immortals pays attention to breaking off love and despair, but how to say it, the more ruthless the suppression, the stronger the rebound, and when you meet a heartbeat, you can't stop, so there is a good story that only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

Then the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe did not hesitate, and told the truth: "The hemostatic powder is produced by our White Birch Sect, and the task given to us by the sect master is to distribute this hemostatic powder to the major empires, let them sell it, and seek huge profits." ”

Looking at the fairy who was close at hand, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe rose up with a kind of cultivation of immortals for four hundred years, and he was invincible to the momentary perception in front of him.

After getting the answer, Lu Bixin went on to say, "It turns out that the mastermind behind the scenes is Baihuamen, so let's go and explore the final mastermind together." Then she paused the recording and waved her hand to tell them all to stand down, and she had to be quiet......

Looking at the flying boat breaking through the sky, Wu Yan was distracted, and his heart became empty, and he suddenly felt that there was no longer any concern for this thousands of red dust, and then passed the throne to his son, and he didn't know where to go.