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Countless eyes fell on her, some had bad intentions, some were dizzy, some were dazed, and the faces were reflected in the thoughts, familiar, unfamiliar, Mei Zhenren didn't mind, just looked at the characters of Surabaya City, and looked relaxed and comfortable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Surabaya City is the third big city after the Polar Day and the Ming Dynasty, the streets are vertical and horizontal, the houses are neat, the people are prosperous, I don't know how much stronger than the Deserted North City, I heard that the branch city lord around him never interferes in mundane affairs, and there are other people who are really in charge of Surabaya City, so it seems that Zhihe acts quite in the style of Wei Seventeen.

Another old face came into his mind, his eyebrows, cheekbones, and the corners of his mouth were all drooping, and every wrinkle was full of pain. Mei Zhenren's footsteps paused slightly, and at the moment of lightning and fire, the spirit of Huanglong Qingluan appeared in those eyes, the true body of the Seven Star Breaking Divine Soldier, she was the Polar Sun City Lord, she knew that she couldn't hide it, but even if he saw her cultivation, he couldn't guess her intentions.

Zhihe seemed to notice something, and glanced up, Hu Shuai's back flickered, drowning in the sea of people, she frowned, and stretched out vigorously, speculating on his intentions, thoughtfully.

She introduced Mei Zhenren into the cave and ordered the maid to serve wine and wash the dust for her. The two have no friendship, and they have nothing to do with each other, Zhihe looks at the face of the master, is hospitable, does the friendship of the landlord, Mei Zhenren is not broken, drank five or seven glasses of wine, tasted a few chopsticks dishes, and praised a few words.

After a little greeting, Mei Zhenren cut to the point, she didn't ask about the before and after the battle of Huang Tingshan, she only asked where the city lord of Wei was now, and she was allowed to meet one or two, and her words were very polite. Zhihe knew that she had come here thousands of miles away, and there must be something important, so he frankly said that the Taoist master was in retreat at Shouwu Mountain, and she had not been out for three years, and she was not allowed to enter without being summoned.

Mei Zhenren nodded, and no longer mentioned the matter of visiting, Zhihe vaguely knew that her relationship with Shizun was extraordinary, and he didn't persuade him much. After a few rounds of drinking, Mei Zhenren said goodbye, Zhihe sent her out of the cave, bowed her head and pondered for a while, summoned Zhi Yingqiu and Tang Klu, and said that Mei Zhenren came from afar, she was her honored guest, she didn't care about others, up and down Surabaya City, if there was any rudeness, she held her head and asked her for guilt.

Her voice was not loud, and her words were categorical, indicating her attitude. Zhi Yingqiu and Tang Lu have followed Zhi He for many years, and they understood what the city lord meant as soon as they heard it, although Mei Zhenren was born in the Dao Sect, he was a person who really beat the city lord of Wei, if any guy who was not long-eyed offended her, even if the real person was magnanimous, the city lord would not let him go.

The two agreed and went to make arrangements.

Mei Zhenren left the cave mansion and walked slowly in Surabaya City, she could feel the hostility stronger or weaker, three years was not a long time, and the demon slave who died in Huangting Mountain had not yet dried up. She couldn't have come at the right time. Fortunately, the city lord of Zhihe personally welcomed her into the cave mansion, and personally sent her out, one welcome and one sent her to show her attitude, Hu Bugui and Huang Qing's eyes have seen her cultivation realm, and she will restrain her subordinates so that she will not cause trouble, the only thing that worries her is that Wei Qiqi can't go out of retreat, when will she be able to meet him.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and there is not much time left for her.

From Huangbei City to Surabaya City, the divine runes were connected, and the induction became more and more intense, Mei Zhenren faintly noticed that in the battle of Huang Tingshan, instead of being damaged, he benefited a lot, and steadily stepped into the Yang God Realm, and was concentrating on cultivating the Six Methods of True Immortals. In the dark, a mysterious voice reminded her that missing this opportunity would be a big regret that could not be recovered for the rest of her life.

She left Surabaya City, did not break through the sky, and went to Shouwu Mountain on foot.

The first time they met in the small world of the ghost cave, she examined it with her discerning eyes, and made an eight-character judgment of "luck is the clock, and the talent can be created", and from that moment on, her fate was entangled with Wei Qiqi, which was difficult to decompose. Until the Huanfeng Sea Realm, the two fell into the belly of the shadow thief's nest Yuan San, and the danger lurked, she used her essence blood to condense the rune and planted it into Wei Seventeen's body, and since then her heart and mind have been connected, and she can never get out.

Lonely yin is not born, and solitary yang is not long, in order to complete the Xuangong of the plain woman, avoid repeating the mistakes of Li Jingyun, and enter the supreme true immortal, she must take this step.

It's not that hard, is it, is it? If you have to pick someone, why shouldn't you be him?

Shouwu Mountain is not far from Surabaya City, Mei Zhenren thought quietly all the way, walked not fast, and unconsciously came to the foot of the mountain. Stop and look up, the peaks and mountains are stacked and green, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the sound of the stream can be faintly heard. She followed the sound and stood on the slippery white stone by the stream, looking down at her face, her eyes lazy and misty, and her heart was filled with waves.

She slowly squatted on her heels, stretched out her white greasy arms to hold the stream water, pursed her lips and drank a few sips, raised her sleeves to wipe the water droplets from the corners of her mouth, smiled at the people in the water, stood up lightly, followed the guidance of her heart, and walked into the depths of Shouwu Mountain.

The mountains are undulating, the peaks and loops are turning, Mei Zhenren followed the footsteps of Wei XVII, walking on the old road he walked three years ago, step by step, step by step, step by step, his heart is like an ancient well. The images of the past flashed in front of her eyes one by one, gradually dimmed, sinking into the depths of memory, without panic, without hesitation, she calmly stepped into the cave, feeling the person's mind, breathing the breath of that person, and welcoming another completely different life.

In the depths of the crypt, the golden light of the Kunwu Golden Pagoda flowed and shone brightly, Wei Qiqi sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and the phantoms of the nine true dragons were concrete and subtle, circling and flying around him, roaring silently. Mei Zhenren looked at this familiar and unfamiliar man, stared at him for a long time, took a half-step lightly, stepped into the seven-foot place, Jiulong Qi turned his head, Sen Ran stared at her, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and locked her firmly.

Nine Dragons returned to the Gong, returned to the Second Heaven, and the killing intent underwent subtle and exquisite changes, condensed into the Nine Dragons Phantom, and broke into an unprecedented situation. His mind was deep, and the heavens favored him, and the six methods of true immortals that were secretly passed down by the Daomen not only fell into his hands, but also remained silent, and in just a few years, he bravely and diligently, and cultivated to such a state.

With the killing of the Tao, is there a more suitable exercise for him than the Nine Dragons Huiyuan?

Mei Zhenren's eyes were tingled with murderous intent, and tears filled her eyes, but the half step she took never retracted, stubbornly staying in place. As if angered by her provocation, Jiulong opened his teeth and claws, slammed into his face, and disappeared at the moment he touched her body, tears flowed down his face and dripped at his feet, nothing to do with joy, nothing to do with sadness, Mei Zhenren had an understanding, a Taoist heart was lively and beating, inside and outside, without hindrance.

Wei Qiqi opened his eyes, smiled at her, got up and walked in front of her, and looked down at her. Close at hand, heart and mind, all words are superfluous, Wei Qiqi understands her heart and determination, and he is also willing to fulfill her to see if she can break through Li Jingyun's limit and come to his side.

Mei Zhenren stretched out her soft hair and stroked his rough face, her five fingers were slender, her palm was warm and smooth, Wei Qiqi held her arm, grabbed her slender waist, approached a little, and kissed her lightly on the lips. His movements were slow and gentle, leaving her enough time to avoid, Mei Zhenren closed her eyes, blurred and lazy, her divine light flashed, all covered by thin eyelids, at this moment, Mei Zhenren in Guangji Cave was just a little woman who gave and went.