Cangyun 480 years.

Tanglin Mountain.

A small stream flows down from the top of the mountain to the Tanglin Sea, which connects at the foot of the mountain.

A small figure lay leisurely on a huge rock. With a erlang's legs crossed, swaying, and overlapping hands. Place it on the back of your head as a pillow.

He also has an unknown piece of grass in his mouth.

"Mo'er!Mo'er!Mo'er!"

Hearing the persistent shouts of the comer, Xuanyuan's forehead twitched. With a pop of spit, he spat out the weeds in his mouth and sat up, looking at the woods that were coming through the sound.

She knew that people arrived before they could be heard.

Xuanyuan poured ink, no, it was Qian Ling who rolled his eyes fiercely. Secretly sighed how she could have encountered such a super avant-garde thing. I wore it, but it was actually a ten-year-old broken child.

That's it, and the more complicated identity is actually the prince of Xuanyuan Kingdom! Just past his tenth birthday, he was sent to this Tanglin Mountain to learn art. Learn martial arts, learn the way to govern the country.

But I don't know why I let a wisp of the ghost of Qian Ling enter this woman who is loved by thousands of people.

"I'm here!" Qian Ling deliberately raised his voice and shouted, indicating that he did not have rich internal strength. In fact, her modern stretch of hand can already fly the eaves and walk the wall, but she can't do it on this ten-year-old baby at present.

With the dumping of Qianling deliberately exposed the target. A young man in blue stood on the rock, helplessly looking at the imageless Qian Ling.

"Mo'er, how can you be so naughty. The master is looking for you. ”

Qian Ling pursed her lips, not caring at all. The master still didn't come to her to teach her any way to govern the country. Look at her and she is not a damn heir to the throne, she wants to learn for Mao?

"Senior brother, do you have to be so boring in this Dongling Mountain?" Qian Ling looked at the blue-clothed young master with beautiful eyebrows in front of him and felt slightly regretful, hey. In less than five years, this is definitely a son and brother who has captivated the country and the city. Well, adjectives aren't used that well, but it's true.

Mo Qingshang smiled and didn't care, "I have been living in this Tanglin Mountain for as long as I can remember, living with my master. It's not boring. On the contrary, he felt very comfortable.

"Hey, our master really has the potential of Tang Seng. Qian Ling looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Who is Tang Seng?" Mo Qingshang's pure-hearted and desireless temperament finally fluctuated a little, who could actually stand side by side with the master?

Qian Ling silently threw him a white eye, he didn't even know a great man like Tang Seng, he lived in vain!

"Senior brother, you said that you have always lived in Dongling Mountain, and there are only two of you in this mountain?"

"No, you still have a senior brother who has already left the mountain. ”

Qian Ling nodded sullenly, and said in his heart What kind of master is this. Pseudonym Tianshan Immortal. I don't see his face. Qian Ling had seen the so-called master before.

But with her stars, which are as bright as the day in the dark, she can't see the master's face clearly?

"Senior brother, have you ever seen the true face of the master?"

Mo Qingshang shook his head, "The master is an immortal. His appearance is not known to the world. You can also change it at will. ”

Hearing this, Qian Ling's eyes widened, and he naturally understood that it was not Yi Rong; "Transform at will? Great! If she had been given this skill, she would have lived up to this skill1

Looking at Qian Qianling's shining eyes, Mo Qingshang secretly shook his head, this little junior sister is really different, but she doesn't know what her identity is, just like the senior brother who came out of the school a year ago, he didn't know what his identity was when he left.

"Let's go, don't let the master wait for a long time. ”