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The people in the south were worried and disheartened, and the Xuanzheng Yuan sent disciples to deal with it many times, but they all failed, and the king finally decided to deal with the matter severely.

Bu Qianjiao listened to the king's recitation of the influence of the southern cult, and remained silent, waiting for the top to say what he thought.

"National Teacher, I heard that you have a very powerful disciple called Ji Le...... I ask you, does she have any harm before? ”

Bu Qian's worst fear finally came.

"Never ......"

His heart tightened, and his right hand involuntarily shrank into the cuff, touching the golden feather that he had attached to the cuff as a hidden weapon.

"The matter of the cult must be dealt with as soon as possible! I hope that you will directly let her come forward to deal with the incident, the sooner the better, and if it drags on, I am afraid that you will have to deal with it yourself! ”

The cults in the south are very harmful in the localities, and as long as they are retained, they will be shaken by the consolidation of the country. The national teacher commanded the Xuanzheng Yuan and the national religion, and rash action was not conducive to unification, and could only make the most capable disciples under him fight quickly.

Bu Qianqian listened to Ji Le's name, thinking about the corpses of the disciples who were sent back, and did not listen carefully to the king's words.

He knew the pros and cons in his heart, in fact, Ji Le should have been arranged to solve the matter in the south at the beginning, but his selfish favoritism was partial, and he buried the lives of those disciples in vain, and he was still unwilling to hand over Ji Le.

She is special.

Not only because of her relationship with her master, but also because of her words and deeds, her gestures, her joys and sorrows, are all imprinted in her heart.

She's the other self.

Seeing that Bu Qianqian was standing in a daze as if he was distracted, the king felt a little dissatisfied, and angrily reprimanded: "National teacher, have you listened to me!" ”

Bu Qian returned to his senses.

"If this matter is not eradicated, the people of the south will suffer countless hardships, and you should know the pros and cons!"

……

"Obey."

The monarch personally asked for someone, and it was useless to let Bu Qianjiao prevaricate it...... At the moment, I can only think of what can be done to keep Ji Le safe and calm the affairs of the south......

"Step aside, I want you to take care of this."

The king lifted his forehead and beckoned the guards beside him to send the national teacher out of the palace.

Bu Qianqian was silent all the way, and his heart was troubled.

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Yi Xuan spent a day in the Xuanzheng Yuan and observed the entire environment in general.

The words that came out of the mouths of some other disciples made her faintly notice that this senior sister Ji Le was different, and Ji Le seemed to have a mysterious tacit bond with the national teacher that ordinary people did not have.

And on the day Yi Xuan came back, he bumped into the miserable corpse sent back by the guards, and he was one of them.

According to Ah Jiu, half a year ago, a cult suddenly arose in the south, occupying the mountains as the king, and harming the local people to cultivate evil skills.

The Xuanzheng Yuan successively sent many disciples to investigate and exterminate, but the martial arts of the person headed by the cult were unfathomable, and the Xuanzheng Yuan had not made progress for a long time, and the matter became bigger and bigger.

The room assigned by the original owner of Yi Xu's body is close to Ji Le, which also makes it more convenient for her to observe Ji Le's condition.

During the period when the national teacher faced the saint, Senior Sister Ji Le seemed uneasy, and then there was no trace of Senior Sister, according to Ah Jiu, she should have practiced alone.

The white dog had been sticking to Yi Xuan all day long, and he had enough strength to stick it to her, but Yi Xuan couldn't cure it, so he could only let it go.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the national teacher returned to the Xuanzheng Yuan, and Yi Xuan was teasing the white dog outside the house, when she dimly saw a figure walking in the direction of her and Ji Le's house.

Her heart twitched, and when she looked up, she saw a man dressed in Tibetan and Chinese style clothes pacing towards her.

Solemn but not strict, nervous, steady pace.

This kind of clothing and dress should be a national teacher.

The feeling of Yi Xu's heartbeat hit again, and the totem of the phoenix flashed in his mind, and he had the form of a chicken.

It is recorded in the "Collected Memories" that the bird of Chongming, a pair of eyes, speaks and eyes, looks like a chicken, and sings like a phoenix.

It's a heavy bird......

Bu Qian's eyes followed Yi Xuan's injection, and what he saw was Yi Xuan who was stunned and shocked.

Last time there was a white ......

This time it's the national teacher again......

The religious leaders of the entire Yuan Dynasty......

Yi Xuan woke up and saw Bu Qianfu stop in place, looking at himself with a serious expression, and then his steps deviated to his room.

She quickly stood up, and the white dog sat obediently aside.

"National Teacher ......" Yi Xuan saw that Bu Qianfu was coming, and saluted in a proper manner.

Bu Qianjiao stretched out his hand and put it on Yi Xuan's head, a sense of mental paralysis hit Yi Xuan's body, and the white dog under him bared his teeth and grinned at Bu Qianjiao, as if he was ready to pounce at any time.

Not long after, Bu Qianjiao put down his hand.

"White ......"

His face softened: "It is said that the Lou Yi clan has long been wiped out, but I never thought that I would be able to see the goddess of the Lou Yi clan." ”

He has been in contact with religious affairs since he was a child, and he has read through the anecdotes of the past dynasties, and he also has some understanding of the Lou Yi clan.

"You...... How do you know ......"

This question is a bit ridiculous, the identity of the national teacher should be to understand these mysterious old news.

"It seems that you know your identity, so how can you be included in the Xuanzheng Yuan." Bu Qianqian seemed a little unpredictable.

"You're trying to kill me?"

Bu Qianjiao said these words jokingly, Yi Xuan didn't feel much coercion, but he could feel the spiritual power that came from Bu Qianyi's body, like searching and checking.

The momentary oppression was difficult for her to refute.

"I ...... I shook my eyes and looked at the wrong person...... "Yi Xuan knew that Bu Qian's words should not be taken seriously, after all, Xian'er was also his subordinate in the past, and he lived by Ji Le's side, so he was naturally a person who believed in it.

The spiritual power released by Bu Qianguan did not take it back, and it spread out.

The white dog next to Yi Xuan's feet retracted his attacking posture and tried to hide behind Yi Xuan.

Bu Qianqian glanced at the white dog and narrowed his eyes.

"This greyhound has other souls in its body." As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the white dog.

The soul of the sojourner......

This......

This white dog is so clingy to itself, always stretching out its paws to pull itself......

Could it be ...... Could it be ...... Really......

Taking advantage of the fact that the white dog was not completely controlled by Bu Qianjiao, she pulled one paw and pulled it away, and under the white fur, there was a black line-like sigil.

She stared blankly at Bu Qian's conversion and snatched the white dog.

"I took the unknown soul."

Bu Qianwei planned to leave with the white dog, but the white dog kept struggling in his hands.

Yi Xuan tried to recapture the white dog, but was blocked in the courtyard by Bu Qian's spiritual power.

Looking at Bu Qian's departing figure, Yi Xuan's eyes turned red in a hurry, and he hit the wall of spiritual power again and again, but it was a drop in the bucket and difficult to shake.

Bu Qianjiao turned back.

He walked back to Yi Xuan and asked.

"Do you know about this Southern Cult?"

"I know, I'm willing to go."

Life-saving straw, if you can take this task, you can go to the bottom of the mountain to find the person who returned to the sun first.

"I arranged for you to go with Ji Le, you have a spiritual vein, and when necessary, you must protect Ji Le."

Bu Qian's voice came to Yi Xu's ears, and Yi Xuan could only hear that he was going to carry out the mission with Ji Le.

"I obey."

Yi Xuan slapped this invisible wall, trying to make Bu Qianjiao regain his spiritual power.

Bu Qianjiao ignored it.

saw Yi Xuan kneeling directly on his knees and knocking his head and hands on the ground.

"I also hope that the national teacher will return the white dog to me, and Xian'er can guarantee that this dog is not any threat."

Bu Qianguan held the white dog tightly, paused for a long time, and finally put it down with his spiritual power.

The white dog ran to Yi Xuan's side happily.

"Since you have taken this task, then let it be, you will come with me."

This is Bu Qian's mercy for Xian'er, he knows that the chances of Xian'er's survival are very small, and he chose her because she has a spiritual vein, and she may still have a chance to save herself at the moment of survival.

Perhaps, it is possible to survive.

As for Ji Le, he believes that Xian'er will not die without help, and when he finishes explaining the affairs of the Xuanzheng Yuan, he will personally guard Ji Le.

Yi Xuan bent down to pick up the white dog that pounced on him, picked it up and walked with Bu Qian's steps.

The courtyard of Senior Sister Jile in front of her was only slightly glowing with orange soft lights at the moment.

Taking advantage of this journey, Yi Xuan lowered her head and patted the head of the civet dog gently, and the white dog's eyes stared at her.

"Are you Yang Quli?"

"Wang~" The white dog suppressed this voice and barked lowly.

"Missing?"

The white dog nodded vigorously.

Hahahahaha

Yi Xuan held back his doubts and pretended to be calm to keep up with Bu Qian's steps.

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Ji Le gently opened the door that was knocked, but saw Bu Qian's figure blocking in front of him, and Xian'er followed behind with a white dog in his arms.

"National teacher." When she saw someone, she habitually bowed.

"Come in and talk."

When everyone entered the house, Ji Le observed the surrounding environment and gently closed the door.

"Ji Le ......" Before Ji Le could speak, Bu Qianjiao first expressed his intentions, "The matter of the Southern Cult has been arranged for you and Xian'er to deal with it together." ”

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Ji Le, and there was a hint of inquiry and a little guilt in his voice.

He knew that Ji Le would not complain about himself, but he was afraid in his heart, he had already deduced countless possibilities in his heart, and this life and death were unpredictable.

Ji Le's expression did not change.

"Yes." She stood behind Bu Qianjiao, "Actually, this matter should have been handed over to me a long time ago." ”

Ji Le understood that she knew Bu Qian's thoughts, and she also knew this decision, I was afraid that those people in the court put pressure on Bu Qianjiao.

But so what, as a disciple cultivated by the Xuanzheng Academy, facing this kind of vicious and vicious person is the moment when she should contribute.

"Xian'er, go back and rest, I'll come to you before leaving."

Ji Le turned around and said.

Seeing that the two had something to say, Yi Xuan withdrew and closed the door.

Hearing the heavy sound of the door closing, Bu Qianjiao slowly turned around and lowered his head to face Ji Le.

"That dance...... How are you learning......" He didn't know what to say to Ji Le.

I just want to hear the sound of Jile.

"I've learned."

"When I come back, I'll show you in person."

Ji Le is a heroic woman, but there is never no lack of gentleness of a little woman, she has a beauty like an acacia flower, standing on the tall tree, never publicizing, but soft and touching people's hearts, ethereal, but not easy to destroy.

She is a blooming acacia of branches, which should flutter in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, embellishing the pale of the sky, instead of falling into the dust and entangled in the vicissitudes of the world.

"Okay." Bu Qianjiao only replied with one word.

Stretching out his hand, he stroked Ji Le's face, the familiar made him strange, I don't know how long, after being busy, he hadn't looked at her carefully like this for a long time.

Ji Le's eyes met Bu Qian's reluctance, she saw that worry and reluctance, and she knew that it belonged only to her.

The little golden light revealed from Bu Qian's cuffs is a golden feather, and in the future, they will encounter a lot of golden crows...... There will be many more to come.

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