I have to say that the Longzhou official repair monastery is a good place to gather the wind and water, there is a breeze at night, and you can see three or two people meeting together from a distance, while practicing what they have learned during the day, while playing a colorful starlight flame.

Fengjun Fenglin's brothers were immersed in the courtyard studying a talisman making technique, and Hu Sheng closed his cultivation and entered the meditation, saying that there was turmoil in his heart these days, as if he wanted to enter the spiritual realm, which was a good thing, and the three of them did not bother.

Ji Hao went out and glanced at the grove outside the courtyard, there was no movement in the black pressure, but he snapped his fingers in the forest.

There is a low hill in the back mountain of the forest, and a few lights can be seen under the mountain, and there are probably not a few monks who study hard late at night like the Fengjia brothers, but this scene can only be seen in the first courtyard, but after arriving at the middle courtyard, no one can be as attentive as the first courtyard.

Ji Hao stood still here, smelling a faint fragrance coming to his face, and he felt it in his heart.

"Master. ”

"Where did Hu Xiaoan chase him?"

Only then did a figure come out of the back, but a closer look was a delicate and delicate little girl, with red lips and white teeth, handsome and generous, I saw the girl committed, and said softly: "I took a fork in the road before entering Longzhou, and went to Guanzhou." ”

"Big chests and no brains. Ji Hao scolded coldly and said, "You sent a message back to the South China Sea?"

The little girl nodded.

"How?"

"Ye used "Hui Jue Sword" to replace "Ziyan Gun", and said. ”

"What else?"

"It's gone. ”

"Did you say that Zitanmen forced marriage?"

"Nope. ”

"It's hard to teach, and it's hard to carve rotten wood. ”

The little girl sneered and said, "If you want to say, the girl will write it when she goes back?"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Ji Hao turned his head, but his eyes were tender like water, where was he scolding her, he was obviously hurting her. "You've been secretly following all the way, and it's been really hard. ”

The master and servant were silent for a long time, and finally saw Ji Hao's face sank, and said coldly: "How many dead soldiers from the Red Shirt Forest are here?"

The little girl's delicate body was shocked, and she didn't dare to speak, the dead soldiers of the red-shirted forest were the last line of defense of Wenzong's mansion, and they shouldn't have left the mansion, but this trip to Wenzong's experience in the South China Sea was not trivial.

Ji Hao squinted at it and said with a wry smile: "It seems that the nest has been dispatched......"

"Grandpa......"

"Who arranged it?"

"Sect Master. ”

Ji Hao said coldly: "Let them go back to the South China Sea!"

"Master, what about me......"

"You get out too!"

When the girl was five years old, the little girl was lost on the island by her biological parents, and she cried all over the world, her voice was hoarse, her eyes were swollen, and her heart was dead, but only lone wolves and wild beasts were roaring and roaring at her.

It wasn't until she met her grandmother with a dragon staff that she killed all those beasts with a raised hand, and then the girl knew that there was a skill in this world that could hurt people in the air, called cultivation.

Grandma took her to the house and made a room for Grandpa Wen, that day Grandma's clothes were oozing scarlet, Grandma said that it was blood, blood that could not be washed away, and later the girl knew that Grandma with a dragon staff killed more than 600 people in Qingxia Mountain that day.

The girl worshiped the book slave of the Wanyuan Pavilion and accepted her as an apprentice, only then did she know what the Tao was, what was the endless Tao, and only then did she know that the master of Wenzong's Mansion was not only the master, but also carried the life of Wenzong's Mansion for the next thousand years on the shoulders of the master.

The ancestor of Wenzong's Mansion is a heavenly saint, but the little girl has never seen it, and the master said that he has not seen it either, but it is the old ancestor who has never seen it, so that Wenzong's Mansion has become a demon knife next to the pillow of the side superintendent hall.

The girl didn't understand at first, until she had seen the book slave in the dust fairyland of the Wanyuan Pavilion, and heard about the immortal Wu Jin who had been closed for a hundred years, and knew that there was a medicine fairy Zhang Sanye living in the Begonia Pavilion, and she had seen the magnificent momentum of the 300,000 iron horsemen guarding the South Seas in the south of the South China Sea, so she knew the way of the world, but there was a small half hidden in the Wenzong Mansion.

The Supervisory Cultivation Hall can tolerate the Heavenly Saints in the Wenzong Mansion, the 300,000 Ji Family Army, and the Ji Clan of the Nanhai Wenzong Mansion, which is comparable to the Wu Clan of the Supervisory Cultivation Hall, but it can only tolerate the Ji Clan to give birth to two Heavenly Saints.

Grandma crossed the late fairyland for more than 600 years, the catastrophe is coming, whether it is a saint or a dust, no one knows, the Inspectorate has been waiting, and the Wenzong Mansion is also waiting, but the girl has the appearance of a girl, what should be said and what should not be said is not said, he knows that the master is angry, it is nothing more than that the Inspector has been afraid of the Wenzong Mansion for hundreds of years, and now it is the turn of the Wenzong Mansion to be afraid of the Inspectorate.

"After you return to the South China Sea, remember to tell the Lanling Hall to build another Yunjin and send it to Longzhou after March. ”

"Yes. ”

"Just ......"

"Master, the girl knows ......"

Ji Hao's heart softened and he didn't speak again.

Guanzhou, Baidaoguan, a thin horse led the head of the city wall at some point, and a woman lay on her back on the horse, holding the fragrant rice wine in the jar, and poured it with her head up.

Outside the city wall, yellow smoke billowed out, the overwhelming wind and sand swept in, and the twilight scenery that had just been inlaid with gold-edged jade suddenly became turbid, and the iron whip in the girl's hand fell to the ground, but it did not move for the wind, and it was quiet.

"Young master, the wind is blowing. ”

His name is Quirrell, he is Hu Xiaoan's most personal guard, but he is the man she least wants, Hu Xiaoan raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the altar, only to feel heartburning.

She likes lilies, so Quirrell moved the most fragrant lilies in the whole Xiangzhou to Qiliang Mountain, that spring, the fragrance of lilies wafting everywhere in the red sandalwood door, but she only glanced at it, saying that it attracts bees and butterflies.

She loved wine, and Quirrell searched the Overseer Hall and finally gave her a pot of Cuifu Brew.

She likes horses, and Quirrell went out to pray for Liang Mountain three times and brought back a fish for her.

She likes Ji Hao, but Quirrell just wants to kill him!

The rainstorm was about to fall, Hu Xiaoan waited on the city gate for most of the hour, but she didn't expect the rain to fall when the wind and sand dissipated, and her exhaustion was just asking for a rain, maybe after the rain in Guanzhou, she would miss the clouds in Xiangzhou, so she simply went back.

But the rain didn't fall, and God wouldn't let me go.

Hu Xiao'an has been on Qingyao Mountain, and has seen the Bodhi tree there, and the lotus flower is born under the Bodhi tree, and Master Guiyi said that she is the lotus fruit under the Bodhi tree, and she can only be transformed into a Bodhi flower when a person passes by the Bodhi tree.

Hu Xiaoan didn't know what a Bodhi tree was or what a Bodhi flower was, but she decided that Ji Hao was that person, and the lotus fruit that had made her heart stop for decades suddenly moved her heart like this.

The day the master of Guiyi turned into dust told a story, saying that the stone steps of the Red Leaf Temple have one hundred and eight steps, which means that the dust is one hundred and eight troubles, but when someone can count to one hundred and nine steps, he can fly to the Tao, and then the little monk counted day after day, year after year, and finally did not count the last step, until a girl came to the temple one day, fed the monk and drank a sip of rice wine, and the monk was drunk and entered the Tao.

Later, on the day of the monk's robbery, the girl stopped a catastrophe for her, and after the girl's death, the monk finally saw the one hundred and ninth steps in front of the mountain gate, and the robbery that fell on the girl was a love robbery.