Hearing this, Hall Master Jiang turned his head and reprimanded sharply, "Hugh has to be rude to the sages!" ”

The little Taoist priest consciously lost his words and touched his nose stupidly, but his face was somewhat unconvinced, obviously not thinking that he was wrong.

Bai Ling found it interesting, so she asked more, "What's your name?" ”

The little Taoist priest glanced at Hall Master Jiang and saw him nodding his head in agreement, so he replied reassuringly, "Wang Jue." ”

"Wang Jue? Your surname is Wang? It can't be a relative of the royal chief. Bailing quipped.

Next to "Senior Sister ......", Ji Xuan, who was always worried, saw that she was talking and laughing with her junior disciples, as if she had completely forgotten her existence, and couldn't help but interject weakly, trying to draw her attention back.

It's okay to forget him, but Ji Meng is still in her hands!

Ji Xuan was anxious, but the junior was present, and he couldn't act too flustered, so as not to lose face, so he held back and suffocated, and almost didn't hold back the internal injuries.

Bai Ling glanced at him, saw that his forehead was sweating, his eyes were full of pleading, and finally raised his hand leisurely. The young man not far away then put down his dagger, and in a flash, his figure moved to her side.

A cold and suffocating aura instantly dispersed. Ji Xuan, who was closest to him, was a little overwhelmed, took a few steps back, and hurriedly ran towards Ji Meng.

Ji Meng's neck injury was not serious, and the refined spiritual creature itself had a good self-healing ability, Ji Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and silently recited the sentence "Hui" with one hand, and took Ji Meng back into his body.

Hearing Ji Xuan call her "Senior Sister", the little Taoist priest was indescribably surprised. Although Ji Xuan is now an elder of the council hall and has a respected status, the "Guiyuan Historical Records" records that he was once also a disciple of the outer sect, and he was valued by the inner sect by chance. And the people who can be called by him as senior sisters are also outer disciples nine times out of ten.

Even though he had already seen a clue from Hall Master Jiang's respectful attitude, he ......

But.

This also means that the smiling girl in front of her is a figure of the same era as Elder Ji Xuan.

How old is Elder Ji Xuan? According to the "Guiyuan Historical Records", he took over the position of elder two hundred years ago, and he is at least more than two hundred years old.

A profound Taoist cultivator can live for a long time, but the little Taoist priest stared at Bai Ling for a long time, and he couldn't think that she was a girl who was seventeen or eighteen years old, a little younger than him.

He repeatedly memorized the Hall of Fame in "Guiyuan Historical Records" in his heart, but he couldn't find a person who could match it and be named.

While secretly speculating, Hall Master Jiang opened his mouth and asked, "Senior, the rooms of your partners have been arranged, do you want to go and have a look?" ”

His posture was very low, and he was a little more respectful to her than Ji Xuan, which Bai Ling could see from just now, he seemed to know himself, but he called her "senior", which was really strange.

Bai Ling nodded at him, and when she turned to pass Ji Xuan, she coolly dropped a sentence, "I can't even beat me now, shame." ”

And then it swaggered away.

As if in the blink of an eye, the smile on her face became gloomy.

Under the sunny day, the little Taoist priest shivered coldly, and muttered in his mouth, "How do you feel cloudy and uncertain...... but he turned his head to Elder Ji Xuan's deep glance, and he was so frightened that he immediately buried his head in his chest, not daring to commit any more oral karma.

Ji Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he looked like a fairy wind again, but what he thought in his heart was: Not to mention the uncertain weather, she used to ...... But it's even more capricious.

It's a terrible weird woman ==!

The deserted and old patio, with uneven stone bricks covered with damp moss at his feet, Bai Ling looked at the middle-aged man who stopped waiting after walking two steps, and asked casually, "Do you know me?" ”

"I've seen images of my predecessors." Seeing her question, Hall Master Jiang replied respectfully.

"Really?" Bai Ling smiled, "I don't seem to have left any images." "Even the statue of the god cast in the Empress's Hall is at most sixty percent similar.

Hall Master Jiang was silent for a while, and said softly, "My surname is Wu. ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment.

Liu Linglang, who had been reducing her sense of existence, seemed to feel the fluctuations in her heart, and his lowered eyelids were slightly raised, revealing a narrow moon-like killing light.

Sensing that the air in her ears was slowly solidifying, Bai Ling suddenly gathered her mind and didn't ask again, but her expression was a little gloomy.

Hall Master Jiang didn't say anything more, just glanced at the young man behind her, and continued to lead the way in silence.

The wing room is a secluded path, very clean, it is a new place in recent years, and the abandoned firewood garden is only separated by a hospital. Bai Ling went to the two prepared rooms and walked around, feeling quite satisfied, and when she came out, she saw the half-hidden iron door opposite, and the low building inside was clear at a glance.

She was beaten at her feet.

"You go back first, I'll just take a walk."

Bai Ling said a word to Hall Master Jiang, who was locking the door, and then walked through the patio by himself under the other party's congratulatory gaze and entered the long-abandoned firewood garden.

The rooms in the firewood garden have been dilapidated, but the low buildings next to them are clean, although the walls have fallen off because of age, but it can be seen that people often clean them.

It is said to be a low building, but it is actually a fat tower built around a chimney, and at the bottom is a place to pile firewood and make a fire, and there is a secretly remodeled inner room upstairs, which is close to the chimney, and it is unbearably hot in summer, but it is never cold in winter.

The spiraling staircase is narrow, with an unsettling creak with every step, and when you push open the old wooden door, you are greeted by a spacious and bright bedroom.

The furnishings are shabby, but clean. Xuan Yu is very broken, a diagonal wooden board is nailed to it, and the engraved words are no longer legible. The light penetrated through the gap in Xuanyu, and under the window was a long table, an inkstone, a few rolls of bamboo silk, and a few boxes of jewelry and long-standing rouge, all of which had been carefully cleaned up, and there was not a trace of dust in sight.

Next to it is a soft curtain, behind which is the bed, the snow-white sheet is spotless, the quilt is neatly folded, and pillows are placed on it. The oil lamp was placed a little farther away, and it was half filled with oil, and opposite was a walnut wardrobe, and a black cloak hung on the outside, with a faint scent of flowers.

It is the fragrance of the Uthammara flower.

Bai Ling approached the cloak, sniffed and smelled, and her face changed and changed.

All the details highlight the fact that the owner of the bedroom is a daughter's family, and at the same time, create the illusion that she is just out for a moment.

However, Bailing is well aware that it has been a long, long time here, and no one has lived there.