It is another year of spring buds green, and the peach blossoms in Mengshan should still be.

Lin Junsheng, a thin Taoist, looked at the spring curtain on the mountain, and there were few people at the door of the Taoist temple to see him off.

The old doorman went to Tongtian Oak half a year ago, and when he left, he especially looked for Lin Junsheng once.

The words that the old Taoist said at that time were the entrustment of the master of the Guanzhu, or the parting words of an old man who was about to disappear to his juniors, in fact, Lin Junsheng was not very clear.

For this old Taoist who guards the door, Lin Junsheng has been respectful of him since he entered the door of Mengran, so that he has been studying art for decades, except for seeing respectful salutes on weekdays, there is no word to talk.

Lin Junsheng ......

Chapter 112 of "Xiaodao is a Cute Group Pet" Meng Ran's "broken" is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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