Before the celebration was over, the sect master of the Qi Sect was drunk first.

This made the monks in the audience shake their heads and joke for a while.

It also made the monks who had not yet had time to come over to witness the demeanor of Sect Master Xiao cry out for regret.

Jian Chen was not worried about Xiao Hanyan, and personally helped her to go to the prepared room to rest and sober up.

It was already dusk, and the yellow afterglow was sprinkled on the trees in the garden, and through the lush foliage reflected in the winding corridor, the surface of the vermilion lacquer appeared bright and mottled.

At a glance, the entire corridor seems extremely quiet.

Xiao Hanyan drank two kinds of wine, and now all her stamina has come up, Rao is her cultivation is profound, and she is still a mortal, and the immortal body has no immunity at all.

The South China Sea Immortal Weng is a famous earth immortal, isn't he often greedy for the pleasure of wine in the world, drunk with friends all day long, and unwilling to soar.

This is known everywhere.

What's more, she is only a strong cultivator, not even an earth immortal.

Dizzy, Xiao Hanyan leaned against the pillar with his red cheeks.

The drunken woman closed her eyes and didn't want to move, and the sword minister couldn't move her.

After thinking for a moment and looking around cautiously, there were only two of them around.

Jian Chenxin leaned down, his long arm passed through the crook of Xiao Hanyan's legs, and easily hugged her slender body.

Looking down, the woman in her arms was drunk and charming, her body was soft, and her moist lips were slightly squirming.

The two ruddy faces on the cloth rubbed against the clothes in front of the sword minister's chest, like a cat sleeping lazily.

Now she quietly lets herself go, like a girl who is tired of playing.

An indescribable feeling spread from the sword minister's chest.

The silver-white skirt swayed in mid-air, and the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the light-colored fabric with a pale golden halo, which seemed to be illusory.

Jian Chenxin carried Xiao Hanyan through the corridor, avoided a few passing disciples, and returned to a courtyard.

Long legs kicked open the door and carried Xiao Hanyan into the side room.

The furnishings in the house are simple, but very complete, and the small rattan branch pattern copper stove is lit with bird incense, and the lingering fragrance fills the whole room, refusing to disperse for a long time.

Xiao Hanyan fell asleep as soon as he got into bed.

The silver crown of Qinglian has been removed, and the thin black and smooth green silk on the head is spread along half of the bed, and a few are wrapped around Jingmei's neck, rubbing the skin is very uncomfortable, Xiao Hanyan's soft hand subconsciously went to pull it away.

So make yourself comfortable.

The satin brocade was covered from the lower part of Xiao Hanyan's neck, and a warm, clean, slightly calloused long finger took away a few strands of green silk twisted around her neck for her.

Jianchen was relieved to see that she was sleeping soundly.

It is said that when a woman is drunk, it is the most troublesome existence.

I heard that drunk people love to splash and roll around, and do things that are very different from usual.

Lifting the corner of the robe and sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Xiao Han's smoky face, quiet and comfortable, the corners of the swordsman's heart and lips rose.

But she's different.

Airbender.

After a day of pranayama in the house, according to Elder Wei's description, he roughly understood the matter of the illusion technique.

Accustomed to his current body, he opened the door casually and walked towards the front hall.

All the buildings, flowers and trees that come into view are as familiar as I remember.

"Northern Meditation? You kid can actually get out of bed? Okay, so fast! "I came across a thin and tall masked boy in front of me, wearing a white sect robe that had just started.

I was going to go somewhere else, but when I saw someone else appear, I was surprised, and the shoes on the soles of my feet twisted, and I turned around and walked with a brisk pace.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator has sorted out all his memories, and the things in this life have deviated a lot, but the person in front of him usually gets along well with him.

Therefore, Bei Mingxiu temporarily forgave him for calling Xiao Hanyan the fault of the master, and continued: "Before it is finished, the house is stuffy and comes out for a walk." ”

Jimo Jun had just finished cultivating, and he was hungry, so he happened to see Bei Ming Cultivator here, so he called him: "You have been lying down for a day, and Senior Brother Yunshen is not here, we will not use the kitchen, so let's go to the Sky Peak with me to eat now!" The canteen there has fried shrimp today, and the taste is amazing, and it will be gone when it's late! Walk! ”

One hand wants to hold each other's shoulders and go to the canteen of other peaks to eat.

As soon as the figure moved, his hand fell into the air, and Mo Jun put away the smile under the mask.

What a speed!

Bei Ming Xiu is not used to being so close to people he doesn't know well, and he still has things to do, so he thanked Jimo Junxuan for his kindness: "Thank you for your kindness, you go by yourself, I still have something to do." ”

He's going to find the master from the Phantom Sound Workshop.

"A serious illness, how can you have a lot of points?" Jimo Jun pinched his chin and considered the words of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Hearing this, Bei Ming Xiu explained: "It's just that you're in a bad mood, it's not that you don't know my current situation. ”

After speaking, he bypassed Jimo Jun to extinguish.

Ji Mo Jun thought that he was going to find Xiao Hanyan again, so he dodged to block his way, crossed his arms around his chest, and looked down on Bei Ming Xiu with the advantage of height, without the enthusiasm and frivolity just now, and his tone was very serious: "What are you going to do, I know!" ”

Hearing what he said, Bei Mingxiu's eyes sank, thinking that he had discovered something: "Oh? Do you know what I'm going to do? ”

The hand at his side worked secretly.

Jimo Jun stepped forward with his eyes heavy.

Suddenly, he put a hand on the shoulder of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

She said bitterly: "The matter of the sect asking you to leave is already a certainty, no matter how much you ask her, it is useless, besides, the sect master took Senior Brother Yun Shen to the Sword Sect to participate in the celebration today, you see that it is not early this day, and I haven't seen them come back, nine times out of ten they are delayed there, and it is possible that they will come back very late." ”

Looking at the black and silent eyes of Shangbei Ming Xiu, thinking that he had said the right thing, Mo Junxuan continued to add: "Don't be discouraged, even if you can't cultivate in the Qi Sect, then you can go to other sects, although other sects can't compare with here, that's not bad." ”

Bei Mingxiu's face was cold, and he said coldly: "I won't leave!" Unless she kills me. ”

After finishing the second half of the sentence, Ji Mo Junxuan found that there was a trace of loneliness on Bei Mingxiu's face.

Looks like it's really sad.

After all, if you are driven away by the sect master, you will not say anything on your face, and you will be criticized by other disciples.

Jimo Junxuan suddenly sympathized with him: "I heard that you are an orphan, if you have nowhere to go out of Ziyun Immortal Mountain, you can go to White Tiger City to join my brother!" You have a good talent, he cherishes talents the most, and he will definitely train you well. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bei Ming Xiu suddenly left on his own.

Leaving an inexplicable Jimo Jun extinguished, he scratched his head and muttered: "What kind of stinky attitude is this?" I was kind enough to guide him, but I still ignored my words and didn't appreciate them. ”

"What's not appreciative?" Jimo Jun's back was patted on the back.

He looked back, and it turned out to be Leng Qingshuang standing behind him.

Seeing that he didn't answer his words, Leng Qingshuang's eyes caught a familiar corner of his clothes at the corner in front of him, and he retracted his gaze and asked Jimo Junxuan: "Is that Senior Brother Xiu?" ”

"It's not who else he is, this kid doesn't know what's wrong, it's weird today, it feels like someone owes him money, and he has a stinky face."

Leng Qingshuang's beautiful little face was puzzled: "Really?" Maybe it's because of the sect master, and he's not in a good mood. ”

"Don't be mad at him, he's so young."

Leng Qingshuang suddenly looked him up and down.

Pouted and said, "You said that it was strange for people to cultivate in the Northern Meditation, so isn't it strange that you wear a mask all day long?" Let me ask you, is there anything on your face that you can't show? After joining the Air Sect, have you ever picked it up? Surely not! ”

Seeing that Leng Qingshuang had maintained the Northern Meditation Cultivation, Ji Mo Jun snorted, and the fox-shaped mask was almost torn off by him.

Unhappily: "Where am I angry, it's not my fault that he's in a bad mood." ”

"Also, sir, I'm not ugly, I'm handsome! Even if Chang'e in the sky sees my master, she can't wait to kill her descendants and marry me! And this mask can only be taken off when I am an adult, or only my daughter-in-law can take it off! Don't think I'll take it off now. ”

Listening to him crackle, Leng Qingshuang blinked, seeing that Jimo Jun's eyes became more and more curious, and he teased: "That's right, Miss Ben almost believed it." ”

"I don't need you to believe it, cut! Master, I'm going to eat, and I won't bring you food, just wait to starve to death! ”

Jimo Junxuan felt that he couldn't make sense with the woman, so he left angrily shaking the ponytail that was tied high on the back of his head.

Looking at his back as he left in a negative mood, the monk who was cold and frosty in place was puzzled.

She wondered why he was wearing a mask all the time, and why he was so angry.

What else does this mask only be taken off by a daughter-in-law, where does this tradition come from.

Leng Qingshuang shook her head, she really didn't understand.

As soon as my thoughts returned, I remembered that it was almost time for dinner.

She hasn't gone out since she came to Yunhe Peak, and she doesn't know the way to the canteens of other peaks, Senior Brother Yunshen hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't bring him food, so what do you eat?

Qizong's meal is relatively early, and it is not waiting, and it is late and there is not even a single soup residue to eat.

"Hey! You wait for me! Leng Qingshuang hurriedly lifted his breath and flew in the direction of Jimo Jun's annihilation.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator followed the route in his memory and flew to the foot of Wuji Peak.

Flying all the way, there are enchantments set up on each main peak, and it is not convenient for him to pass directly to enter now, so he has to go up from below first.

The steep rocks of Wuji Peak are not suitable for digging mountain steps, and only elevators are made of black iron to facilitate going up and down, and it is a different matter if you use flying skills.

Bei Mingxiu walked into the iron frame and pulled down the hand valve mechanism, and there was an immediate feeling of lifting into the air under his feet.

Inhabited by the Infinite Peaks.

The gate is guarded by disciples.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator politely bowed to the disciples guarding the door, which was the basic etiquette for a new disciple to the old disciples in the door.

No matter who he is now, this rule still has to be followed.

"You're a new junior brother, who are you looking for?" The disciple nodded and asked.

Bei Mingxiu said what he meant, and the other party let him in.

The disciples of Wuji Peak were practicing spells in twos and threes on the huge field, not as many as they usually saw.

Counting the time, it is now a meal, and it is understandable that there are few people.

It was also considered lucky for the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the person he was looking for found found out after asking a disciple who was carrying a bookcase that the master was sorting things out in the Yunjing Lake Exercise Hall and had not gone down to eat.

He used to come to Wuji Peak often, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator thanked that disciple for his kindness to help him lead the way.

Follow the route you've taken before and come to a lake.

In the middle of the lake, a large octagonal pavilion is being built, and the horizontal fence is hung with floating yarns everywhere, and the interior is large enough to accommodate two hundred disciples.

The lake was built with water from a mountain spring, and there is no living water coming in and out, and the water is still clear.

"Who's coming?" If you don't see them, you hear them first.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, a voice full of air came out.

The sound waves shook the calm surface of the lake, rippling in circles.

Bei Ming Xiu knew that someone was watching him, bowed his waist, and said frankly: "Beginner disciple Bei Ming Xiu, I have seen Gongsun Zhangjiao!" I came here today to ask for something. ”