"That little man obviously has bad intentions, if it was just an ordinary Twenty-Seven Heavenly Tribulation, he wouldn't have come to us at all." Luo Yuyu analyzed.

She saw the grandmothers, aunts, sisters and sisters passing by around her, all secretly glancing at the silver-haired jar, silently closing themselves.

"Besides, the aura of those three minor gods is very close, and it is obvious that they are all in Fusang City at the moment, and one of them is in the Treasure Pavilion." The gods can sense each other, she can sense each other, and the other party must have sensed her.

The jar showed Sparta's questioning face:why.JPG.

"So, I've been exposed. That god must have been with the little man. Luo Yuyu concluded.

Chu Lu took out a blue pebble, "The other party shouldn't have discovered you, your priesthood and cultivation are higher than her." ”

The pebbles shimmer with a faint clear light.

It reveals a beautiful woman wearing a red feather shirt.

"This should be the flower god, the artifact Huanhua Bell is missing a fairy crystal, so that her divine power has also been affected to a certain extent. Thinking that she is the final mastermind, the purpose is the immortal crystals that gather once in 10,000 years in the immortal mines in Jiuxuan Prefecture. ”

"Yes, when you say that, I remember. That little man seems to be a fairy beast too. The altar patted his head and suddenly realized.

"Dumps." Chu Li's thin lips opened lightly.

"That's right, the fairy beast, that guy's transformation is also a dwarf winter melon." The jar said proudly.

Luo Yuyu couldn't help but kick him, "Why didn't you find out in the morning?" And your current human form will only last for a month. Hmph, weak chicken. ”

The jar has a hard mouth.

It is still good in the juvenile stage, and it cannot be boosted by seedlings.

After the three of them returned to the Xuantian Sect to divide the land, they met Qingyang's pleated face.

"Oh, senior, you're finally back. The Ancestor has arrived, and I will take you to meet him. As he spoke, he waved the dust enthusiastically.

In the blink of an eye, several people were in a small thatched hut that seemed to be very harmonious.

Thatched huts?

Luo Yuyu looked at the jagged table made of wooden boards, and a few wooden chairs that were missing a few legs and replaced with jade, and was a little curious.

Could this ancestor of the Xuantian Sect be an ascetic?

For asceticism, Luo Zhiyu has always had a respectful attitude.

She swept the pleated face Qingyang who was standing on the front side next to her, and her heart was ready.

Whew.

The door was pushed open, and a young man with a slender figure and a Dan face, walking slowly on a wooden but antique cane, staggered in.

Luo Yuyu thought to himself: It seems that this Taoist friend usually pays more attention to maintenance, but fortunately he has not become a pleated monster like Qingyang.

Qiu Mingxuan stepped forward, a pot of sake appeared out of thin air in his hand, and between the movements, several small cups condensed on the table.

This spirit wine is very old and has a strong fairy power, and it seems to be made from chalcedony.

One bite is worth fifty wisps of immortal power.

Luo Yuyu licked her lips, feeling the need for her to pick up the side business of brewing.

Another day, I will go to the cave to plant those seeds, and start with the spirit fruit wine.

"Daoist friends look at the eyes, it shouldn't be that we have cultivated in the abyss." His voice was hoarse, and his tone had a cold, metallic texture, and there was an invisible sadness.

"Well, we're from Liuxia Prefecture." Luo Zhiyu didn't hide it.

"Eight Turns Earth Immortal, a shape-shifting immortal beast. As for this one, I think it was the fellow Daoist who signed an equal contract to successfully pass through the gate of the Heavenly Dao. Qiu Mingxuan said in a firm tone.

Luo Yuyu was suspicious: What he said was right, but Chu Lu was hiding in the space of the cave and was smuggled over.

"You're right." For all the elderly who have the spirit of exploration, we should support and encourage them.

"I don't know if you have a marriage match?" Qiu Mingxuan's expression was extremely firm, and his eyes were also shining with a slight light, staring directly at Luo Yuyu, waiting for her answer.

Luo Yuyu was a little confused by his sudden question.

He doesn't want the old cow to eat the tender grass, does he?

"Yes, I have a Taoist couple."

Hearing this, Chu Lu next to him revealed a red light in his eyes hidden under the mask.

Qiu Mingxuan hung his head regretfully.

"That's right, my Taoist friend has a dark gray forehead and low luck, obviously your Taoist companion has taken away your good luck, and your luck should be affected to a certain extent recently."

Luo Yuyu was stunned by his wolf and tiger words.

Qiu Mingxuan saw her hesitant gaze and explained, "My Tao is to solve doubts, and Taoist friends have a lot of merits, and their luck is not low, so I made a divination for you." ”

He opened his hand, revealing three lightweight, quaint copper coins inside.

"There is a junior in my family, who is only five hundred years old, and he has cultivated to the realm of earth immortals, and now he is cultivating in the Falling Hidden Spring. Can you do me a favor and transfer a little luck for him? ”

Qiu Mingxuan's chattering temperament made Luo Yuyu have goosebumps all over his body.

In her previous life, it seemed that she had only cultivated to become an earth immortal when she was more than 400 years old.

It seems that the talent of this old man's juniors is not bad.

Unbeknownst to him, Qiu Mingxuan, who was given the title of old man, sneezed and looked around suspiciously.

"I'll do my best, see what he's provoking." Generally, those who need to transfer their luck are trapped in demonic obstacles, and they are infected with demonic qi and other filthy powers.

Qiu Mingxuan stopped talking, and led the three of them to the waterfall next to the thatched house.

Behind the waterfall, above a blue spiritual spring, a handsome young man sits.

Luo Yuyu saw at a glance the power of merit in his body that was in a state of surging, and several golden lotuses in the sea of consciousness were bubbling, showing off their sense of existence.

This is the one who carries great merit?

God, can't this rich waste of dissipated merit power really be given to her a little bit?

It is true that the richer the richer, and the drought, the drier.

She calmed down her uneven heart and approached the Falling Spring.

With a slight swipe of his fingers, he drew a small blessing.

The power of those scattered merits were all gathered together with the handprints made by Luo Yuyu, and finally condensed into a merit bead.

She drew the scoop according to the gourd, and continued to draw away the power of merit from the young man.

In the end, he succeeded in obtaining nineteen golden merit beads.

It's a pity that she can't use these merits, so she can only be slowly smelted by the young man himself.

She handed over the merit bead to Qiu Mingxuan, and she was not ready to take care of it anymore.

Saving the golden lotus of merit that the holder of great merit gives back can be worth a thousand merits.

She had a feeling that she would soon be able to advance again.

Therefore, I am also satisfied, and I don't want to be greedy for others, and one merit bead is worth 10,000 merits.

The jar beside him was about to drip out.

It looked at the boy who still hadn't woken up, and his heart jumped.

"Thank you, Daoyou, I have a ten-grade mist and clear bamboo, and I will use it as a reward..."

Luo Yuyu took the jade box directly, with surprise in his eyes.

It didn't take much effort to get it.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, my fellow Daoist lacks the power of Aoki, so I guess you definitely need to carry items with wood-based spiritual power. It just so happens that I have a wood-based spirit plant. He whispered, leaning on his crutches.