The Cloud Palace above Fengtian City.

The high priest of the Wu clan, who was still sitting on the shore of the sea of clouds and fishing for the world's luck, gently lifted the purple bamboo fishing rod, and a green carp turned into luck jumped high on the fishing line that did not exist.

In fact, this old man with a beard as white as snow could retract the rod when he caught the golden carp, but it had been a habit for many years, so today's interest made him secretly sit on the shore of the sea of clouds while his precious apprentice was practicing.

The white-haired old man looked at the green carp in the air, and his negative luck was too little, at most it was "the posture of a middle-aged person".

Then he shook his head slightly, and the purple bamboo fishing rod shook slightly, and threw the green carp that took the initiative to bite the hook and wanted the carp to leap over the dragon gate and climb to the sky back to the world.

The old man in a spacious white robe stroked his beard with a smile, he no longer had the slightest idea of accepting apprentices, because in this old man's heart, he already had the best apprentice in the world.

"Master. Just as the high priest of the witch clan put down the fishing rod and got up to leave the shore of the sea of clouds, a crisp and pleasant sound like a yellow warbler sounded behind him.

After hearing this master, the smile on the old man's face was even stronger, and he even couldn't hold it for a while.

I really wanted to come to see this good apprentice, but I didn't expect her to take the initiative to look for her.

"Hey. The old man turned around with a slight smile and a smile, beckoned to the woman in red who was walking quickly towards him, and said, "Yingluo, why are you here?"

The founding disciple of the white-haired old man, who has the heaviest voice among the three high priests of the Wu clan, is also destined to be a closed disciple, and it is Qiu Yingluo, the eldest lady of the Longmen Jianghu in Lutian City.

In this world, some people squeeze their heads and want to cross the dragon gate to reach the sky in one step, and there are also people who have no desire but are favored by the sky and suddenly become rich.

In fact, all kinds of things in the earthly world cannot escape the word creation.

Maybe even Ji Ge didn't expect that Qiu Yingluo would be accepted as a disciple by the high priest of the Wu clan and get his true inheritance.

And when the white-haired old man brought Qiu Yingluo, who was still confused, back to the Cloud Palace, everyone in the Cloud Palace was at a loss except for the two priests, and they didn't even know whether this woman in red was from that famous family and was able to enter the eyes of that person.

Even Jing Xinshi, who was a protégé of Zhangyu, was shocked in their hearts.

Jing Xinshi naturally knew who this red-clothed woman who suddenly appeared in the Cloud Palace and looked panicked, but she still couldn't hide the shocked look on her face.

As for Sun Qi'er, he probably had the same expression at that time.

Qiu Yingluo, who was dressed in red and looked extremely abrupt in the vast sea of clouds, walked up to the old man, helped take the purple bamboo fishing rod in the old man's hand, held the old man's arm with one hand, and said with a smile: "I didn't find the master in the hall, you guessed that you would come here, so I came here." ”

Even though Qiu Yingluo has now adapted to life in the Cloud Palace and has accepted the fact that the old man is her master, she is still a little abrupt.

The little-known self was accepted as a disciple by the old man around him, and brought himself to the Cloud Palace to teach himself to practice.

Qiu Yingluo still remembers that the old man came to the house that day, and his father, who has never bent over in his life, bowed his head after seeing the old man, and was even more excited to tears after hearing that he would be taken to the Cloud Palace, and even when he was still in the fog and followed the old man out of the house, the father in the courtyard still maintained a kneeling posture, and did not want to or dare to get up.

On the way to the Cloud Palace, the old man talked a lot to himself, and some of them he knew

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I didn't know it.

But I roughly thought about why this old man who could really cover the sky with one hand in the Wuyu appeared in front of the house, and why he accepted himself as an apprentice.

All of them are dependent on one person.

"Has the Great Yuan Dao Technique Practice?" the old man asked with a smile as he turned his head to look at the young woman beside him.

Qiu Yingluo nodded her head and said, "Back to Master's words, the basic spiritual vein route of spiritual power operation has been almost cultivated. ”

Qiu Yingluo, who was holding the old man, winked at the old man, in fact, the master was not strict with herself, even if her cultivation qualifications were not outstanding, she had never been blamed by the old man, and she didn't even say a word in too heavy tone.

In Qiu Yingluo's impression, he, a master who really fell from the sky, always smiled kindly at herself, and of course Qiu Yingluo would never be pampered and arrogant.

"Well, good, good. The white-haired old man nodded again and again when he heard this, and said with great satisfaction: "I am Yingluo, you are much stronger than the stinky boy surnamed Wu of the old Taoist priest." ”

After Qiu Yingluo heard Master praise herself like this, she smiled slightly and said, "Master, you are too much to compare me with my junior brother. ”

After she came to the Cloud Palace, it was not the young general Jing Xinshi of Wagang Bing Town, nor the martial idiot Sun Qi'er of the Sun family in Fengtian City, but the apprentice of the old Taoist surnamed Wu in the master's mouth.

Moreover, Qiu Yingluo knew from the first time she saw him that this little Taoist priest who wore an extremely wide Taoist robe and liked to "swagger through the market" in the cloud palace was named Wu Zixu.

Although he started later than him, because of the master's seniority, Wu Zixu still had to call himself a senior sister.

But she also knew that this little junior brother's cultivation talent was so high that she felt a little scared.

I was so scared that even ten Qiu Yingluo couldn't compare to one Wu Zixu in terms of cultivation.

The white-robed old man smiled and said nothing, in his opinion, his apprentice was the best in the world.

Suddenly, a "spiritual light" swept to his heart, and the white-robed old man stopped, his expression a little solemn.

Then he pinched his fingers and counted the hexagram, and frowned after confirming that the hexagram was correct.

The sea of clouds that had risen and fallen in this heaven and earth suddenly stagnated, as if it had been imprisoned by profound means, and then dissipated with a bang.

"Master, what's wrong?" asked Qiu Yingluo, who noticed the strange appearance of the old man next to her, with a concerned expression.

Could it be that his previous words made Master unhappy?

The high priest who realized that he had lost his temper was stunned, gently patted Qiu Yingluo's shoulder, and said with a kind smile: "It's none of your business." ”

"Is something wrong?" asked the thoughtful Qiu Yingluohu.

It must be a big deal to be able to let his master show the look he had before, and at the very least, it will set off turbulent waves in the entire Witch Domain.

"The town of Hangu has been lost. There was no need for the white-robed old man to hide anything with Qiu Yingluo, and said in a vicissitudes of voice.

"What?" Qiu Yingluo exclaimed in surprise when she heard this.

She didn't expect it to be such an earth-shattering event.

As a native of the Wu clan, Qiu Yingluo couldn't be clearer about what it meant that Hangu Bingzhen was destroyed.

"You heard you right. The look on the white-robed old man's face had returned to normal at this time, "Hangu Bingzhen has been lost." ”

"Is it the side of the Great Wall of Lishan?" Qiu Yingluo bit her lip and asked softly.

The High Priest nodded, smiled and said, "Who else but them."

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"Did General Qianmo fall into their ambush?" Qiu Yingluo continued.

At that time, Master Hangu Bingzhen had let herself see the invitation to fight, so she had more or less understanding of this Wuli War.

"Sort of. The high priest of the witch clan sighed lightly and said lightly.

As for why Qianmo Changfeng was defeated, in fact, he had already deduced it almost, and even how the Great Qin Tiger Division of the Western Expedition broke through the city protection array, and who made the move, he had roughly "seen" it.

So far, he can only sigh with emotion: "It's really a talented person from the country."

"Oh. Qiu Yingluo nodded, and there was a little more complexity on her looking forward to her face.

She wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, because it seemed to her that it was a bit of a rebellion.

"I know what you girl wants to ask. The old man looked at Qiu Yingluo with doting eyes, flicked her shiny forehead, and said, "Don't you just want to ask who the person who broke the city is." ”

Qiu Yingluo, who was seen through her heart, spit out her delicate tongue like a bird's tongue when she heard the words, and smiled playfully.

She really wanted to know who had the skills to break through the town of Hanya.

"It's Ji Qingyun. The white-robed old man said calmly.

"Ji Qingyun?" Qiu Yingluo didn't frown slightly, and when she shouted this name, another name suddenly popped up in her heart, and a familiar and distant face appeared in her divine sea.

The old man nodded, turned his head to look at Qiu Yingluo, and said slowly: "Actually, you are right, Ji Qingyun is Ji Ge's father. ”

"Is Ji Ge also in the middle of this battle?" Qiu Yingluo asked with her hands slightly clenched and a slightly nervous expression.

"Yes, and it's a great achievement. The white-robed old man narrowed his eyes and said truthfully: "If he wasn't willing to be used as bait, Qianmo Changfeng would not have led the heavily armored army to bite the hook and then be surrounded by him." ”

"Although it was the father who broke the city in this battle, it was the son who had the most outstanding achievements. ”

"That's... How is he?" Qiu Yingluo's eyes widened, her lips opened slightly, and she asked cautiously.

Not caring about the life and death of people of the same race, but thinking about the safety of a foreign enemy general with blood on his hands, this is an unforgivable crime in Qiu Yingluo's own eyes, but she still can't help but wonder whether that person is alive or dead.

The white-robed old man sighed when he heard this, and said leisurely: "That kid didn't die, but he chose to be preserved by the Waste Realm in the battle of Hulukou, so he is almost a waste now." ”

Qiu Yingluo, who heard these words without missing a word, stood there in a daze at the moment, looking dazed.

Echoing in her ears was the Master's last sentence, "He is almost a wasted person."

"How is this possible?!" Qiu Yingluo, who finally came back to her senses, said stupidly.

He used to be so good, so good that even she, the eldest lady of Longmen Jianghu, was ashamed of herself when she stood beside him.

She thought that only the woman who was like a celestial person in Wagang Bing Town could be worthy of Ji Ge.

But now, her master told her that Ji Ge was already a waste.

Then how uncomfortable he must be at this moment.

"No, I'm going to Hangu Bingzhen. Qiu Yingluo said abruptly.

She was going to be there for him when he was at his hardest.

Even if she will be spurned by thousands of people of her own race.

But she didn't care.

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