The three burials looked thoughtfully at Chen Tongxuan who suddenly appeared, and then looked at Mr. Wuji, and suddenly felt very frightened, the two great grandmasters, Chen Tongxuan didn't say anything, some time ago, he fought the two grandmasters alone and won, forcing the Fengling Dong family to almost close the mountain and not go out, as for Mr. Wuji, he supported the century-old legend of the entire Xia Kingdom back then.

This damn thing, it seems that they are all here for Gu Qingci!

can't be provoked, can't be provoked, the three burials decided to be silent and not to speak.

It's just that he suddenly raised his head and looked at the ordinary alley not far away, and suddenly felt that the alley was like a monster with a bloody mouth, and his uncle seemed to be there!

Mr. Wufeng glanced at the three burials and said, "Little monk, since someone is chatting with me, you can go, and do whatever you have to do!"

"Hey, thank you, sir, juniors say goodbye!"

The three burials were relieved, and they turned around and bowed to Chen Tongxuan, and then ran quickly, this time he didn't dare to fly, and the ghost knew if he would fall down again.

Chen Tongxuan looked at the three burials on the roof of the attic with one leg sticking out, slowly preparing to go down to the roof of the attic, looked at Mr. Wuji, and wondered: "Sir, who is this little monk?"

As soon as Chen Tongxuan's words fell, a serious voice suddenly came from behind him: "Amitabha, the donor, the little monk is buried three times, buried in the sky and buried in the ground!"

Chen Tongxuan turned his head, and the three burials didn't know when he actually got up again, standing against the wind, his hands were folded, his temperament was extraordinary, and his eyebrows were clear and beautiful, and he seemed to have a unique sense of Zen.

Mr. Wufeng said lightly: "If you don't want to leave, you can stay!"

"Farewell!"

The three burials jumped directly and jumped off the top of the attic of more than ten floors, and soon there was a "bang" sound, followed by a miserable scream, and a limping little monk appeared in his sight and slowly walked into the distance, with a faint depression in his back.

Chen Tongxuan was a little puzzled and said, "This little monk has a good cultivation, why can't he do light work?"

Mr. Wufeng looked into the distance, his eyes were unwavering, and he said calmly: "It may be a unique way of cultivation in the Great Guangming Temple, there are three thousand avenues of cultivation, and the three thousand avenues are different!"

Chen Tongxuan slowly took a step forward, looked into a certain alley, and said, "Sir, are you here on behalf of the imperial court or as an individual?"

Mr. Wufeng smiled and said, "The individual should also be, and the court should also be." ”

Chen Tongxuan frowned and said, "Sir, aren't you worried that Gu Qingshi is really from hell?"

Mr. Wufeng shook his head slightly, and said: "Regardless of Gu Qing's resignation for the time being, it will only take ten years, and Daxia will be worry-free, let's just say that Gu Qingshi's heroic and righteous spirit cannot come from hell, he is the person chosen by the old thing at the end of the Yangtze River, and no one is stronger than him in terms of familiarity with hell." ”

"Shuxian," Chen Tongxuan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Gu Qingci asked me to accept his brother as an apprentice, but since I was accepted by Shuxian, it seems that I really have no fate with him." ”

"No," said Mr. Innocent, "the old fellow who died studying did not choose an apprentice, but the chosen one, whom he had decided." ”

Chen Tongxuan was puzzled: "What is the chosen son?"

"A man born of a hundred years of catastrophe!" said Mr. Wuji.

Chen Tongxuan nodded, some things really only need to be mentioned slightly to understand at their level, after a pause, he smiled slightly, and said, "Then it seems that sir, I am afraid that the one you chose is Gu Qingci!"

With a smile on his face, Mr. Wufeng said: "This kid is very evil, the battle of Wangjing is just the first to enter the congenital, less than half a year, it has been in the realm of destiny, and the hole cards are always endless, it just so happened that some time ago there was news from the gatekeeper of hell, there is an abnormality in hell, this hundred years of calamity may have to be advanced, this kid is so leaps and bounds, if he is not the chosen son, I will eat my Book of Changes!"

Chen Tongxuan suddenly opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

Mr. Wufeng was a little puzzled and said, "Master Chen has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"Okay then," Chen Tongxuan said: "If Mr. said that the martial arts realm is abnormal, I personally think that Gu Qingshi is even more fucking like the chosen son, he has never cultivated, not only does he have Tongtian Haoran righteousness so that he has almost no bottlenecks in his cultivation all the way, but he also contains a relic in his body, as long as Haoran righteousness completely fuses the relics, this kid can be a grandmaster, and Gu Qingci's strength seems to be escorting...... Eh, sir, what are you hiding your books for?"

Mr. Flawless: "......"

Why do I have books, don't you count them in your heart?

............

In the alley, Gu Qingci caught the six reincarnation mirrors and held them in his hands, a little surprised, this famous six reincarnation mirrors made him feel no different from an ordinary mirror, as if he could destroy it with a little force.

"Gu Qingci, you give me back the reincarnation mirror!"

Jing Xuan's hand was still dripping blood, she originally thought that she could stop the bleeding with her cultivation, but she found that this wound was full of sword qi and couldn't stop it at all, but she was not in the mood to pay attention to the wound at all now, because the six reincarnation mirrors actually fell into Gu Qingci's hands.

Gu Qingci dragged the six reincarnation mirrors with one hand, and said lightly: "Give it back to you, are you daydreaming? If you have the ability, come over and grab it back yourself, otherwise shut up for me!"

Jing Xuan let go of the wound and was about to lift the sword, but as soon as she let go, the blood couldn't stop washing out, forcing her to cover the wound again, so angry that she scolded, and said: "Gu Qingci, do you want to keep dying with my Cihang Jianzhai, I ......"

Seeing that Jing Xuan had completely put aside the demeanor of Buddhism, Hui Jue, who had been watching the excitement, couldn't stand it anymore, stopped Jing Xuan, and saluted Gu Qingci: "Gu Gongzi, the Six Reincarnation Mirrors are the treasure of Cihang Jianzhai, and they are very important to Cihang Jianzhai, please return Gongzi!"

"Hehe," Gu Qingci sneered and said, "Old monk, I don't have that little affection for you at all, you want to come to me for trouble, I was defeated, and you actually let me return the spoils of war as a matter of course, you think your Buddha is a robber!"

"Amitabha, Gu Gongzi, my Buddha ......"

Gu Qingci didn't listen to Huijue's words at all, picked up the Six Reincarnation Mirrors, and said: "It turns out that this thing is the Six Reincarnation Mirrors, if you don't say that I have forgotten, you just use this thing as a demon, since this is the case, I will destroy it!"

If an ordinary person obtains such a treasure, even if he doesn't return it, he still wants to possess it, but Gu Qingci doesn't think so, he wants to completely destroy the six reincarnation mirrors, so that Cihang Jianzhai and Daguang Temple will no longer think about making trouble with small stones, the first is that they can no longer obtain evidence, and the second is to attract firepower.

Just as Gu Qingci was about to drop the mirror directly, a burst of Buddha light suddenly erupted from Huijue's body, and he shouted: "Amitabha, Gu Gongzi, offended!"