Shen Jiuliu looked at Yang Ming with clear eyes, and said in a cold tone: "No." ”

Yang Ming's eyes were flooded, and then he smiled and said, "Me is not either." ”

They glanced at each other, and then tacitly looked away.

The two of them should have arrived earlier than Rong Xian, but it was more difficult to find a place to live, and the monks along the way came and went, and if they really ran towards the destination with a big sword, it would be a lot of fun.

The two had no choice but to walk towards the mountain on foot, and occasionally encountered casual cultivators with a compatible temperament, and they would also get together, which also caused Rong Xian to arrive a long time earlier than the two.

The scattered cultivation was still on the way forward, and the major immortal cultivation families and sects had already sent elders to lead a team to surround the stone bridge stream.

At the top of the mountain, people from all sides occupied a hill, staring at the villages below, all trying to get the legendary treasure.

On the east side of the mountain, a middle-aged man is dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, his long hair is restrained by a high jade crown, he is full of fairy spirit, and his face is full of righteousness with a faint smile, which makes people feel good at first glance.

He looked at a certain place under the mountain, and asked the senior disciple beside him in a gentle tone, "Yuan'er is there." ”

An Yang was still in a brocade robe and jade belt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and when he heard the master's question, he glanced at the place and replied, "Yes, Master."

Chongguang Zhenren raised his eyebrows, and said with a hint of banter in his voice: "I heard that you and Rong Xian had a relationship, and now even the junior brother has been sent out as a guard." If you really like people, Master can propose to the old-fashioned Tsinghua man. ”

Hearing Chongguang Zhenren's words, An Yang was suddenly sweating profusely, and hurriedly refused: "Master, if I like it, I will definitely chase it myself, so don't make trouble." ”

Chongguang Zhenren's face fell, and his tone was quite complaining: "How can you be a teacher, it's not for your life's events, it's not for your lifelong events, you were a father and a mother when you were a child, so you can't let you pull a handful of and urine, and now you have to take care of your daughter-in-law, how can there be such a good master as me in this world, you are still not obedient, and you dare to say that you are causing trouble for the teacher, it is really kind to feed the white-eyed wolf, it is too heart-wrenching." ”

The green tendons on Anyang's forehead couldn't help but jump, he clenched the folding fan, and he didn't have half a bit of grace, and gritted his teeth and roared: "Master, please shut up." ”

Chongguang Zhenren: "...... You are a rebellious rebel, and you can't even care what your master says. ”

An Yang was immediately so angry that his face turned pale, and the muscles on his hand holding the folding fan were bruised.

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Seeing that the apprentice was provoked, the true person of Sogo closed his mouth in mockery, lest the apprentice really commit the murder of the teacher, then he would really be ashamed of the ancestors of Yuxiaomen.

On a hill opposite them, a group of monks dressed in simple clothes looked at the village below with indifferent eyes, and the old man led by him said with a gloomy expression: "I didn't expect the Yu clan to hide here, but they are quite good at hiding." ”

Beside him, the white-haired old woman stared at the bottom of the mountain and asked, "You said that you found the breath of the Resting Heart Venerable Lord on Rong Xian's body, is this news reliable?"

The old man said in a cautious tone: "It was Ah Qi of Wuxin Cliff who told Condensation Yue personally, and I also learned by accident, so I can't be wrong to think about it." ”

The old woman held her cane and pointed to the stone under her feet, and said, "I have been looking for the artifact for two thousand years, and if I can't find it again, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the Lord to explain it." ”

The old man said in a gloomy tone: "Don't worry, there are people from this world who are attracted by the essence blood of the Sword Emperor, we can secretly take Rong Xian away, and when the time comes, I will ask for the news of the Venerable Lord of the Heart and find the artifact." ”

The old woman closed her eyes and sighed, "I always feel a little uneasy. ”

The old man glanced at the people around him and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, there is no one here who is our opponent." ”

On the mountain, which is a little shorter than their mountain, a group of children of the family are all personable, calling friends and companions, and servants are like clouds.

They are all elites in the family, and they pay equal attention to strength and appearance, this time they came here with the elders of the family, the first is also a long insight, and the second is also to see if they have a fate with the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor.

Among this group of people, a girl dressed in simple clothes stood on the edge of the cliff and muttered a little frustratedly: "Why hasn't Brother Jun come yet, I hope Brother Jun is safe and secure." ”

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. An unwavering voice came from behind her, and a woman approached in a city lord's uniform with intricately embroidered patterns.

"Lord Yan City. The girl exclaimed in surprise: "Why did you come out, Brother Jun said that your injuries are not healed, and you need to recuperate." ”

Yan Fei shook her head, her eyes were full of longing and said, "No, the closer I get to Jun Cong, the more unstable I become." ”

"I think you're missing him. The coquettish voice sounded out of thin air, and the bones of the crispy people were a little soft.

The girl blinked and shouted with a smile, "Sister Qianqian." ”

Yan Fei looked at the person who came with a big grin, and frowned: "Qu Qianqian, have you forgotten your identity, here are all righteous monks, you are a witch from the Demon Gate who came to find death?"

Qu Qianqian walked up to the girl, pinched her face, and said fearlessly: "Look at how well-behaved Xiaowan is, how can she be like you, the name of a witch who opens her mouth and closes her mouth is annoying." ”

Then she giggled and said, "Those righteous monks don't dare to touch me now, my father and the elders of the Demon Gate have come quite a bit, if they don't want to leave here alive, they can do it." ”

Xiao Wan quietly glanced at Yan Fei, stuck out her tongue and said to Qu Qianqian: "Sister Qianqian, the Lord of Yan City also cares about you, don't blame her." ”

"Really?" Qu Qianqian looked at Yan Fei with a smile, her charming face was full of charm: "Then I have to thank her." ”

Yan Fei snorted coldly and didn't answer, Qu Qianqian looked down at the bottom of the mountain, and said in a coquettish voice: "It seems that Jun Cong is there." ”

Xiao Wan said curiously: "I don't know what Brother Jun has gained from following Dr. Rong." ”

Yan Fei said sourly: "Of course there is a harvest, I heard that Rong Xian is quite beautiful, I think he is happy." ”

Qu Qianqian clapped her hands mischievously and said with a coquettish smile: "Oh, it seems that we will soon have another sister." ”

Yan Fei sneered, glanced at the tent behind her and said, "Don't let Bai Changyue hear this, if she is sad, Jun Cong will be to blame." ”

A trace of loss flashed in Qu Qianqian's eyes, and she returned to that bewitching and charming appearance: "Jun Cong has been following Rong Xian to find a solution for her illness, and the relationship between them is really deep. ”

"Brother Jun and Miss Bai are childhood sweethearts. Xiao Wan said in a low tone.

Ling Jun, who was also secretly rubbing with Lu Yuan and following Rong Xian, never expected that his women had knocked over the vinegar altar, he looked up at the surrounding peaks, and only felt depressed.

"Wood, did you say that Rong Xian knew that she was surrounded?" Ling Jun looked at Rong Xian, who seemed to be unaware of the herbs, and asked Lu Yuan in a low voice.