"What are you doing here?" a pleasant voice came, and the young and beautiful woman did not know when she was standing behind them.

This is the same female elder I had seen in the council hall at that time.

Both Shou Yi and Chang Ling hurriedly saluted: "Senior uncle." "Uncle Shi. ”

The woman nodded lightly and said kindly, "Xiao Changling is going to come and get some things to go back to open the pulse?"

Chang Ling nodded.

"Shouyi, why don't you give her what your uncle needs?" the woman's voice was a little colder.

Shouyi hurriedly spoke: "Uncle Shi, yes, it's Uncle Shi who wants too much share. ”

The woman raised her eyebrows: "Isn't Chang Ling a true disciple?"

"Well, that's not true. Shouyi muttered.

"The disciple will go and prepare it for Uncle Chang Ling immediately. Shouyi hurriedly saluted and walked quickly into the back room.

The woman bent down, gently rubbed Chang Ling's hair, leaned into her ear and whispered: "In order to protect your safety, the sect did not inform everyone that you are the daughter of Senior Brother Zhenwei, and if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you will come to Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi is an elder, but he is amazing!"

Chang Ling smiled and nodded.

At this time, Shouyi also walked over with a big burden, and was picked up by the woman at once.

"Yo, it's pretty heavy. She lifted the burden effortlessly and said with some surprise.

"Is this enough? Do you need anything else for such a big thing as opening the pulse? If you don't have enough authority, Uncle Shi still has it. ”

I heard from my senior brother that Chang Ling needed to open the pulse before she could practice, and as an innate Taoist, she had only heard of the danger of opening the pulse, and she was also thinking about what she could give to this little nephew.

The miserable and cute little girl is undoubtedly pitiful, not to mention that she is still the child of her senior brother.

Brother Zhenwei......

The woman was carrying a burden in one hand and Chang Ling in the other, and when she walked out of Yi Bao Pavilion, the disciples who were surrounding here just now had already dispersed in twos and threes.

There was no longer a strange gaze on Chang Ling.

Chang Ling only felt that her eyes were a little moist for a while, how long had it been since she had such a pair of warm and soft hands to hold her, and how long had she not experienced such love.

The woman obviously didn't notice the change in Chang Ling's complexion, there was a little more expectation in her eyes, but she subconsciously tilted her head and said, "By the way, Chang Ling, have you ever heard Senior Brother Zhenwei mention me." ”

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, and shook his head hesitantly.

"Now, what a cruel heart, you can't dislike me as much as he does. How could anyone not like me?" exclaimed the woman.

"When my father gave me the Dharma name, he directly set the truth, who can not cherish me?

Maki, what a nice name. Chang Ling thought in his heart, this was full of everyone's love.

It's like when her father and mother called her Nannan.

Nan Nan is really the best and best name in the world.

Maybe she wanted to chat with Chang Ling more, Maki took her hand and sat on the slow flying sword, talking with and without a match, of course, most of the time Maki was talking alone.

Chang Ling, who sat on the flying sword for the first time, was very pale.

She always couldn't help but look down, seeing the mountain peaks at her feet, seeing that the figures were shrinking into small black dots, and shrunk back because of fear at the moment before the birth of pride.