Jiang Bei lit a cigarette, finished his high-sounding words, and waved his hand at those people indifferently.

"No, you mountain rangers, you don't have to treat the little monk like this. ”

"The little monk is just a monk and has the world in mind, but ...... After all, the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient, and the construction of the mountain range still needs everyone to work together. Jiang Bei took a deep breath of cigarette and exhaled a thick mist, his expression still indifferent.

And when those people saw this, the admiration in their hearts was even more difficult to hide, and they all hung on their faces one by one, with solemn expressions.

It was Liu Wuji who was the first to jump out.

"Master Fahai! In the future, even the mountains will inevitably come to ask Master Fahai to guide the work. ”

That Lin Xin finally reacted, staring at Jiang Bei's back with his eyes, eager to swallow half of him alive with his gaze.

Jiangbei felt the cold on his back, but he was still very calm.

Get used to it.

"No need. Jiangbei stood up and replied in a deep voice.

And everyone present was shocked, why, there is no need?

Didn't you just say that it was okay, and now what kind of moth is going to be made?

"Master Fahai, ...... are you" The great monk stood up with an extremely tangled expression as if he remembered something.

Jiang Bei smiled slightly, showing respect, then waved his hand and walked out, "Everyone, you don't have to send each other, just remember what you have to do, the little monk has escaped into the empty door, dust to dust, earth to earth, little monk...... Naturally, there is also the destination of the little monk, the monk does not speak, and the little monk has decided to retreat and think, so he will retreat and think. ”

"But don't remember, if Jiang Wanguan still doesn't give up on the Lian Mountain Range, then the little monk will appear, Amitayus Buddha!"

Jiangbei said as he walked out, and finally shouted a Buddha horn and left the side hall.

Subsequently...... Run away!

The people in this place are too deep in their routines, they can't stand it, and the baby is going home!

......

In the side hall, everyone looked at the back of Jiangbei's last hidden merit and fame, and they all showed respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially the great monk of Wisdom, even standing there, looking at the direction of the gate, his hands folded, he didn't know what he was talking about, his eyes were closed, the treasure was **, and the tall scepter beside him didn't need to be held by him, just pestle on the ground.

And that Liu Wuji was no worse than him, his eyes widened, looking at the direction Jiang Bei left.

After a long time, I finally sighed.

He understood that Master Fahai was the man he couldn't get......

However, it left them with a difficult problem.

How can you keep the people of the Ice Cold Pavilion without any gap? This is very difficult.

"I don't know, what do you think of Master Fahai's strategy? After all, this Deputy Pavilion Master Lin Xin has never been here. Liu Wuji asked.

Everyone's faces sank a little.

Yes......

Lin Xin hadn't been here, so where had she gone? Why did even the sects of the mountain range suddenly start targeting the Ice Cold Pavilion? This didn't make sense logically!

"This ......" Master Hui Jue also groaned, not knowing what to say.

"Anyway, Master Huijue's mountain gate is the closest to the Ice Pavilion, since Master Hui Jue wants to observe the various states in this world, why don't you go to the Ice Cold Pavilion if you have nothing to do?"

"That makes sense, maybe I can bring out a few female disciples from the Binghan Pavilion to be nuns, hahaha!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Don't make fun of the poor monks......

"Don't talk about those useless things, now that Master Fahai is gone, the old monk Huijue, this kind of good thing will be handed over to you, will you do it?"

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Amitabha!"

......

Jiangbei ran extremely fast.

As if he was afraid that someone would come out to cut him, he swished and ran to Yunlong City, but he was still close.

Within a few minutes, Jiangbei entered the city, and when he arrived at the door of the house, he began to slam the door.

"Daddy, Daddy, hurry up, something is wrong!"

"Furrizzy, what does it look like!" Jiang Wanguan opened the door with a displeased face and looked down at his little son.

Jiangbei, on the other hand, shook the sweat on his forehead, and quickly took a few deep breaths, and his expression eased.

Seeing that Daddy was holding the gate tightly, and he didn't mean to let himself in at all, Jiang Bei was stunned.

Why haven't you seen him for a few hours, and Daddy doesn't care about him at all!

Isn't he afraid that he will run to the mountains and be cut down by those people!

"Dad, something happened, wow!" Jiang Bei grinned, almost crying.

It can be seen with the naked eye that Jiang Wanguan's brows were twisted in an instant, looking Jiang Bei up and down, and then, a long knife appeared directly in his hand.

"Who bullied you!" Jiang Wanguan asked coldly.

"Lin Xin, the deputy pavilion master of the Ice Cold Pavilion!" Jiang Bei replied directly, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong, and when he looked at it again, his father had already snatched the door out, and the machete in his hand was so dazzling in the sunlight that Jiang Bei's eyes hurt.

"Dad, no! The woman is finished, let's go in and say!

......

Jiang Wanguan looked at the little son who was full of spittle stars in a daze, wiped his face, and looked confused.

And Jiangbei is finally finished.

Jiang Wanguan reacted, and even Jiang Nan, who was pinching his shoulder behind him, looked at his younger brother like a ghost.

"Loser...... Good boy, do you mean that you united with the people of the Nalian Mountains to overthrow that Lin Xin, and imprisoned her for three years?"

"Ah! yes!" Jiang Bei took a sip of tea and took a deep breath, dangerous, too dangerous! He was almost cut by Lin Xin's crazy woman!

"You say...... The three people of the Ice Cold Pavilion were all taken down by the Purple Cloud Sect and those sect masters, and they will join forces to deal with the Ice Cold Pavilion in the future?"

"Dad, no, it's not to deal with, it is estimated that it is to temporarily trap the Ice Cold Pavilion, rest assured, your old lover will not come to you. Jiang Bei waved his hand, looked at the teapot on the side, took it directly, poured it at the mouth of the pot, and poured it violently!

Jiang Wanguan was stupid, stunned, and stunned.

Where am I, who am I, and this is really my son?

"Gollum ......"

After a while, Jiang Wanguan finally swallowed his saliva, and his face was a little tangled.

"They, don't go against their father? If you hadn't even become the Nether Venerable and go out every day to fool people, they might still have to help Lao Tzu fight the Ten Thousand Demon Sect?" Jiang Wanguan was very confused.

"That's pretty much what it means, but Dad, you can't go to the Nalian Mountains to find trouble in the future, otherwise I won't have face." Jiang Bei wiped the sweat on his forehead and said helplessly.

"You don't have a normal head when Lao Tzu robs them? They deserve it?"

Jiangbei couldn't speak, and he felt like something was stuck in his throat and eyes, which was very uncomfortable.

The feeling is, Dad thinks those sects in the mountains are too poor?

"Dad, can I ask you when my son has a son?" Jiang Bei swallowed his saliva and asked with a tangled expression.

"Heh!" Jiang Wanguan sneered, then stood up directly and glanced at his little son......

"Uh-huh!" coughed heavily.

"Daddy, smoking daddy. Jiang Nan hurriedly took out a Hongta Mountain and handed it over.

Jiang Wanguan glanced at it lightly, pulled it out directly with one hand, and then handed the cigarette case to Jiang Nan......

"Dad, smoking Dad!" Jiang Nan smiled, like a wild chrysanthemum blooming on the side of the road, took out a five-grade spiritual cigarette from this cigarette case, and put it in his mouth, with an extremely flattering smile.

Cigarettes, lit.

Jiang Wanguan raised his head forty-five degrees, looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then exhaled, and the thick smoke seemed to cover his face for a while.

"Countless!"