In the end, the crowd waited for a pitch-black flying sword.

Ink Yang sat on his shoulder, and next to him lay the unconscious Tu Qianqiu.

This is the first time that the people of Shengjing have seen a sword floating in mid-air, although they know that there are three contestants who know immortal arts, but it is forbidden to use it during the competition, and it is the first time they have seen it.

"Little junior brother!" Bai Xiuxiu was overjoyed and ran to meet her, she asked anxiously, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Senior Ling Xiao is here, it must be fine. Yu Lingji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Shuiyang's smiling appearance, if something happened to the junior brother, he would be too derelict as a senior brother.

"Little four, fortunately, there was no accident this time. Li Hengyu softly blamed, saying that he was blaming, but he still looked like a gentle brother.

"Isn't that fine? Li Si pursed his lips and said, "Tu Qianqiu is dizzy, so I can only ask her for a while to ask for a lottery." ”

"I've heard that you're betting on shark beads. Li Hengyu smiled at the corner of his eyes, "What, if you win, don't you have to add color to your future imperial sister-in-law?"

......

Ink Yang suddenly felt that the prince was very good at running a house.

In the end, Li Hengyu successfully earned ten shark beads from Li Si.

"Alright. Li Hengyu interrupted everyone's greetings and said, "Then please all of you in Kunlun to send Qianqiu back to the master's mansion." ”

Li Hengyu bent down to say goodbye, and when he got on the frame, he turned around and looked at Li Xuanyuan meaningfully.

"Go back to the palace. ”

The sedan curtain was lowered, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile.

——

Along the way, Li Xuanyuan didn't say a word, and pestle beside Ink Yang like a pillar.

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan, you're a little weird. Mo Yang asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, although Li Xuanyuan rarely spoke, but it was not the expression he had now.

When you look at it, you have something on your mind.

"Nothing. Li Xuanyuan said in a deep voice and strode ahead.

"Who will answer you if you ask that?" Ling Xiao stood and spoke without backache, and said, "Bai Xiuxiu may be useful if he talks like this." ”

"Master, do you know what the Sword of the Supreme Sun is?" Ink Yang didn't bother to retort and suddenly asked.

......

Ling Xiao frowned, she seemed to have some impression of this, but she knew very well that she had not heard of this thing in thousands of years. Is this also the memory of the Seed?

"It is said to be a sword made from sun debris. ”

"Master, if you compare like this, your name will sound a little inferior. Ink Yang complained seriously.

"White Mountain Moon obtained. Ling Xiao deliberately heated the place where Ink Yang's ass touched, and he heard a scream, and Ink Yang fell off Ling Xiao's sword.

"Shhh ”

"Thank you for the compliment. Ling Xiao accepted with a smile.

"Senior Sister Xiuxiu, why is Senior Brother Shuiyang's ass red?" Yu Lingji saw a little blood oozing from Ink Yang's white robe, didn't it break.

The appearance of the robe will not be damaged, but it is true that Ink Yang's ass was burned.

When Bai Xiuxiu saw it, she immediately covered her mouth, and her cheeks turned red.

...... Isn't this the performance of Aoi Sui!

Mo Shuiyang didn't know that in Bai Xiuxiu's heart, his gender had been assigned to the column of [help her].

Soon they arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion on Changsheng Street.

The vermilion door wall, the five-inch-high threshold, and the two lifelike stone lions guarding the door all show the holy grace of the master.

Ink Yang looked up at the green branches that burst out of the red wall.

This tree is growing so well.

"The immortal chief is here, and the national teacher has been waiting for a long time. "The one who came to open the door was a little Taoist boy dressed in white, chubby, and his smiling face made people feel bad.

"Miss Tu handed it over to the waiter behind her. ”

As soon as the words fell, a boy in white came out to help Tu Qianqiu.

This is also the messenger in white.

It seems that Qi Wuliang is very well-informed.

Mo Yang held back the pain on his buttocks, squeezed out a smile, and said, "The national teacher is really clever. ”

"The national teacher said that those who come are guests, and they must enjoy the guests and hosts. Xiao Daotong truthfully restated the words that the national teacher gave him, in his opinion, it was just a very ordinary word, but when it fell into the ears of Ink Yang, it had a different taste.

"Seems he knows exactly what we're trying to do. Ling Xiao rolled over and stood up from the recliner and stretched his waist, "I kind of want to do a big job." ”

"I'm afraid not. Ink Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "He said very clearly, we are guests, and he is the master." The guests and hosts wanted to negotiate terms with us. ”

"Would he let those pregnant women go?" Ling Xiao was a little confused, and sat back on the recliner, slumped on it like a puddle of liquid.

"I don't know what his conditions are. Ink Yang licked his dry lips, he was inexplicably a little excited about this situation of seeking skin with a tiger, which was very undecent.

Under the leadership of Xiao Daotong, they only walked a few steps to reach the main hall.

Bai Xiuxiu looked puzzled, this is too fast, so fast that people feel that the picture turns a few times, and then they arrive at the main hall.

Ink Yang's expression was solemn, it was a Qimen Dunjia technique, a formation arranged with spirit stones.

Qi Wuliang is a formation mage, no wonder he has no spiritual power, but he became the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty.

"Master, Kunlun's distinguished guest has been brought. Xiao Daotong looked at the black-robed old man in front of him with admiration.

I saw Qi Wuliang gently sweeping the little Dao Tong's heavenly spirit cover with a whisk, and said gently: "Stand down." ”

As if receiving a supreme reward, Xiao Daotong happily withdrew from the main hall.

"See you again. Qi Wuliang's gaze swept over Bai Xiuxiu, nodded slightly, and then fell on Ink Yang.

"Is Qianqiu okay?" asked the black-robed old man, brushing his white beard that grew to his chest.

Although it was a question, there was only a silence in his eyes. He knew that Ink Yang and they would not harm Tu Qianqiu.

"Miss Tu is fine. Mo Yang took out the same diplomatic face as Wei Yan, and said pretendly, "It's just that the threshold of the National Teacher's Mansion is really a bit high." ”

"This is not the National Teacher's Mansion. This mansion exists only for a tree. Lao Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his long white eyebrows hung on his ravine-ravine face, and Mo Yang suddenly felt a little happy.

It's really like two white noodles.

"The national teacher's tree is really good. "The ink is not visible on the sunny side, but the heart is already happy.

Ling Xiao knew what was going on in Mo Yang's mind and rolled his eyes.

It's not dignified at all to laugh like this.

"This immortal chief, haven't you seen the immortal fruit tree yet?"

The old man's eyes narrowed into a slit, but Mo Yang could clearly feel that his gaze had been falling on Ling Xiaojian.

Ink Yang blocked Qi Wuliang's sight without a trace, smiled slightly, and said, "But it's disrespectful." ”

From the outside, it is not yet so intuitively felt.

But once he stood under that tree, Ink Yang knew what it meant to be magnificent.

The entire National Teacher's Mansion is shrouded in this green shade.

The white fruit of the tree stands out in the thick of the green, and the air is filled with damp earth and a hint of sandalwood, which is supposed to be the color of life.

But Ling Xiao felt a faint sense of death.

It's not this tree, it's amazing how strong this tree is.

The breath of death comes from the depths of the earth......