After living in Daping Village for half a month, Cheng Zhaozhao received a message from the senior sister, asking her to go to the Divine Eagle City in Suiyang to meet Mu Shengxun and others.

Cheng Zhaozhao made a sumptuous meal for Old Man Ji before informing him of this.

Old man Ji's mouth chewing meat suddenly stopped, and he sighed and said, "Stinky girl, I just sincerely don't want grandpa to eat it well." ”

"Next time, I'll see you again. ”

"Let's go, let's go. Don't get in the way of grandpa's eyes. Old man Ji snorted and buried himself in eating.

Cheng Zhaozhao still sat and finished a meal with Old Man Ji, and let Shunfeng take him to Xuanyan Palace.

Standing outside Ji Junsu's residence, Cheng Zhaozhao looked at the closed door in front of him: "Junsu, I'm leaving." ”

For the past half a month, she has come once a day.

It's just that at the beginning, in order to let him retreat and recuperate, Old Man Ji deliberately opened a double ban for him, not only isolating the sound but also isolating the divine sense, and the scholars would not know everything that happened outside.

Shunfeng rubbed her head on her shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Cheng Zhaozhao turned around and touched Shunfeng's head: "Then I'm leaving, you have to stay here." ”

Shunfeng was a little reluctant to her, and propped up his forefoot on her shoulder.

Cheng Zhaozhao hugged Shunfeng, glanced at the gate again, turned around and left with Qianli.

Half a day later, there was a dull sound from the closed gate, and the tailwind lying outside the gate suddenly greeted it.

Ji Junsu, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, walked out slowly from inside, his gaze fixed on the row of transmission notes in front of him, and counted, a total of fifteen.

Ji Junsu stretched out his hand, and the transmission notes were opened in turn, and his familiar voice came from inside.

The first letter: "Jun Su, I'm coming to see you!

The corners of Ji Junsu's mouth raised slightly, and he replied, "Surprise." ”

The second letter: "Jun Su, I forgot to tell you that our trip to the secret realm of Brahma failed......"

Ji Junsu: "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." ”

The third letter: "Jun Su, the wind is fat again......"

Ji Junsu: "Really?" he glanced down at the tailwind that circled around him.

Shunfeng noticed the sight and suddenly froze.

The fourth letter: "My cultivation has improved again, and I will find you to compare and compare next time." ”

Ji Junsu: "Okay." ”

......

The fifteenth letter: "Jun Su, I'm leaving, take care of your injuries!"

Ji Junsu nodded.

These fifteen transmission notes were all Cheng Zhaozhao came to his residence and wanted to say something to him, long or short, as if he was casually chatting in front of him.

Ji Junsu could imagine Cheng Zhaozhao saying these words outside the door, either happy or melancholy.

Among them, there was a letter that made him particularly moved.

"Junsu, your father and your mother have always loved you in their own ways, and I believe that all misunderstandings will be resolved one day. ”

Ji Jun's gaze swept over the palaces shrouded in shadows in the Xuanyan Palace, and landed on a familiar palace.

It was where his father had lived, and it was his favorite place when he was a child.

He didn't have time to feel his father's love, and as for Mrs. Nanlian's, he might not be able to wait for that day to come.

Ji Junsu retracted his gaze, turned around and returned to the hall, and followed him in with a smoke.

Before the door closed, the voice in Cheng Zhaozhao's transmission note could be heard resounding in the hall.

"Junsu, I'm coming to see you!

......

Southbound;

Cheng Zhaozhao sat on Qianli's back, skimming through a lush forest.

"We'll be in Condor City in half a day. ”

In fact, coming out of Daping Village, if it is the teleportation array of the nearest city in the Cangwu Mountain Range, it will be able to reach Condor City in less than half a day.

But Cheng Zhaozhao feels that this place in the south is beautiful. It is a magnificent beauty that is completely different from Dongling, and she has the heart to enjoy it.

Chisato is also happy, and he likes the feeling of flying in the sky the most.

When he flew to the end of the forest, Cheng Zhaozhao saw that there were several foundation building monks chasing down two female cultivators of the same rank.

Cheng Zhaozhao is not a nosy person, but when she cultivates to her job, when she sees injustice, if she stands by and watches, she is too indifferent, which makes her think of Tianchen Lingjun.

The Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch is gone, and she doesn't have to care about what he has done in the past. But her and the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch's views are always different.

She felt that as her cultivation improved, so did the responsibility of the monk. At least to deal with the killing like this, it was within her power.

Cheng Zhaozhao let Qianli land, and he heard the group of monks below shouting for the two female cultivators to stop.

"Stinky, don't you want to run away today!"

Both nuns were injured and moved extremely slowly, and they were soon knocked to the ground.

The four or five male cultivators behind him came in an instant, surrounding the two female cultivators, each smiling proudly.

"You bastards. Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

She glanced at the nun beside her, and both saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Just when the two decided to commit suicide, they were forcibly stopped by a male cultivator who saw through their thoughts.

"Haha, you want to die, there is no door! Come, brothers, pick them up for me!"

"Don't come here!"

Just as the male cultivators who were acting at the order were about to touch the collars of the two of them, their hands suddenly twisted in unison, and a few 'clicks' were heard.

The hands were all broken.

"Ahh

The male cultivator at the head distorted his face in pain, and looked around in horror: "Who!"

A black shadow flashed out, and in the next moment, Qianli swept down all the male cultivators and stepped on the face of the male cultivator at the head.

It wasn't until there was a sharp pain on his face that the male cultivator saw that it was a black spirit eagle.

Is it from Condor City?

"I'm also from Condor City!" the monk at the head shouted: "Senior spare your life!"

Cheng Zhaozhao walked out slowly, ignoring the panic of the group of people, and looked at the female cultivator named An Yan: "An Yan, are you okay?"

An Yan looked at Cheng Zhaozhao in surprise, and only after a long time did he say excitedly: "You, you are Cheng Zhaozhao! No, the Sword Monarch of Oneness!"

Cheng Zhaozhao smiled: "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

An Yan was excited, she had a nodding friendship with Cheng Zhaozhao in Peakless City when she was young, but she didn't expect that she still remembered herself now.

"Thank you for coming to the rescue!" An Yan pulled the female cultivator beside him and said, "This is my Senior Sister Qin." ”

"See, I've seen the Unity Sword Monarch. The nun said nervously.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded at him, and then said to An Yan: "Is your Senior Brother Song's injury healed?"

An Yan's senior brother is Song Huaizhu, when the Honghu faction was in the war, he was swallowed by the spirit spider, and was later taken away by his master Liang Yongzhuang. After that, Cheng Zhaozhao never saw him again.

An Yan said sadly: "That time, my senior brother was seriously injured, and the venom of the spirit spider made him unrecognizable, and all his internal organs were burned out. My master used the elixir, but my brother still didn't last long, so he ......"

"The world is unpredictable. Cheng Zhaozhao felt sorry for it, Song Huaizhu was also a monk with excellent character.

"Before his death, my senior brother told me that if he had the opportunity to meet the Unity Sword Monarch, he would definitely thank you. He also said that he was lucky to know you. ”

An Yan solemnly saluted Cheng Zhaozhao: "Today, I treat my senior brother to thank the United Sword Monarch for saving his life back then. ”

"I am also fortunate to be able to meet Song Daoyou. ”

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