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Late at night, Mrs. Jingshui told her favorite second disciple Yang Liudi some of the past events. Li Feiyu and Ban Zhuyue of Zhengyang Peak are also sentimental about the deceased.

Gu Jianchi and a few senior brothers drank a lot of wine, and when they returned to the bedroom, they were already a little drunk.

He pushed open the window and looked at the half-quarter moon hanging alone in the night sky, his expression a little confused. He leaned in front of the window and slowly poured a piece of wine in his hand on the ground, as if he was offering someone to the moon. Sun Yao was lying on the bed, and Miheko was extremely excited when she got the permission of the head of the family to relocate the Five Elements Gate to Middle Earth, and she was naked, riding on Sun Yao's body and catering hard, wanting to serve her husband well. My husband has been away from Cangyun for a few months and just came back today, presumably

It's already suffocated, and some of the bed tricks I have newly learned in recent months have come in handy.

As a result, Sun Yao's interest didn't seem to be very high, no matter how hard Miheko worked, Sun Yao was a little absent-minded, and the husband and wife were halfway through the wheel, and Sun Yao pushed down Miheko, who was riding on him.

Miheko was greatly disappointed, but she was a smart woman, and when she saw that Sun Yao's expression was wrong, she knew that he had something on her mind, so she obediently snuggled into Sun Yao's arms.

She whispered, "Brother Yao, what's wrong?"

Sun Yao was a little upset and said, "It's nothing, let's sleep." "The life of the drunken Taoist can't be better, since ten years ago, his eldest disciple achieved good results in the Broken Sky Cliff Fighting Method, and the second disciple performed well on the way to Xiuzhen, the drunken Taoist changed his shotgun and moved from the dilapidated courtyard where he had lived for hundreds of years to the mountain

The large courtyard at the waist, the elders' house even assigned three servant female disciples to be responsible for the food and living of this courtyard.

The Tao of the drunken Taoist is unfathomable, and he can definitely rank in the top five in Cangyunmen, but he has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and he likes to drink, so he used to always look sloppy with gray hair.

In the past ten years, the two disciples have been fighting for energy, and their spirits have gradually strengthened, and their white hair has gradually turned into black hair, and it seems that it will not be a problem to live for another hundred years. Yang Jiu rolled up his sleeves and tinkered with the three servant female disciples in the kitchen for two hours, and finally made some dumplings, and then the five of them ate in the dining room, the drunken Taoist is a person without a shelf, in the past ten years, it is very good for the three servant disciples who have served him, a few years ago

Xiao Chuan was punished for thinking about the cliff wall, Yang Nineteen went down the mountain for several years, and when he had nothing to do, he instructed the three servant disciples to enter the Cangyun Gate, even if they were miscellaneous disciples, their qualifications were better than ordinary people, but they were not as rebellious as Yang Nineteen.

These three servant disciples, although they did not officially worship under the Drunken Daoist Sect, were actually the nominal disciples of the Drunken Daoist.

The five of them were giggling, and Yang Shijiu had been bragging to the little senior brother, saying how powerful the little brother was in northern Xinjiang, and by the way, he was bragging about his chivalrous deeds over the years, and he was happy.

This is Yang Nineteen's last happy time, this trip to the northern Xinjiang, the experience has increased a lot, and the cultivation has also increased, and she has not broken through the threshold of life and death for more than a year, and after this dumpling banquet tonight, she will enter a long retreat and cultivation.

To tell the truth, Ye Xiaochuan is lucky, to impact the entrance of life and death, it generally requires the elders to protect the Fa, Ye Xiaochuan has no experience, it is he who broke through the entrance by cultivating in the cliff and reached the realm of spiritual silence.

Life and death entrance, listen to the name to know that it is either life or death, the two stand half of each, Ye Xiaochuan is under the protection of the greedy stinky bird with only Wangcai, forcibly impacting the entrance of life and death, which is a very dangerous thing.

It is also thanks to the fact that he has several volumes of Heavenly Book Magic Arts, and he uses the Immortal Jue Treasure to protect his body, otherwise he doesn't know how tall his grave grass is now.

Yu Jizi passed by in front of the small courtyard, and in the past ten years, he has spent most of his time in retreat and cultivation in the secret cave in the belly of the mountain, that is, he only came out for more than a month during the Great War of Righteous Demons half a year ago.

I don't know why tonight, I want to go around the reincarnation peak, every grass and tree, every brick and tile here, it is a kind of pride for him, but unfortunately now the snow covers the entire Cangyun Mountain, and he can't see anything except white, which makes his heart a little disappointed. There were many elite disciples of the inner sect who came and went on the bluestone path, and when they saw that the head of the sect was actually walking, they all stood aside and bowed to the head of the sect. The look of awe and worship in the eyes of these young disciples could not be faked at all, and in their hearts, Yujizi was like an immortal-like existence

。 Passing in front of Master Jingxuan's courtyard, it was very lively inside, Hu Daoxin and a few other female disciples were dazzled in the courtyard, it was the kind that was held in hand, there was no sound, in the slight crackling sound of Zi Lala, colorful firelight would be released, and the voice of Master Jingxuan's reprimand came from inside,

Let them cultivate, Hu Daoxin and the others agreed, but no one seemed to have the action of going back to the house, and they were still giggling and playing.

Yu Jizi shook her head gently, they are all dozens of years old girls, why are they still as playful as little girls?

Walking in front of the courtyard gate of the drunken Taoist, there was also a lot of joy inside, and through the courtyard gate, you could hear Yang Shijiu's loud voice making a fist with the drunken Taoist, what five heads, two little bees, and the jade machine who listened shook his head again. This Yang Nineteen has a very deep memory, ten years ago, just a month after entering the realm, he reached the realm of spiritual silence, two years ago Jian Chi said that in the impact of the eighth layer of the realm of spiritual silence, once successful, the future is limitless, you have to cultivate well, and after a hundred years of feathering, Cangyunmen will rely on these young people after all

Propped.

Walking through the courtyard of the Chiyan Dao people next to him, walking through the courtyard of Yuchenzi, walking through the precept courtyard, and walking along the bluestone path, Yujizi is like a fierce tiger, patrolling his territory.

Before I knew it, I actually walked on the bluestone path leading to the back mountain.

The miscellaneous disciples of Cangyun Gate are still quite diligent, and the snow on the bluestone trail in the back mountain, which is rarely visited on weekdays, has also been cleaned by the miscellaneous disciples, and the snow is piled up on both sides of the path, as if in the snow-white world, there is a small black river winding into the depths of the back mountain.

At the end of the quiet path, there is an old big house, in front of the house two large white lanterns hung high on the eaves, from a distance, miserable white, like the eyes of two demons in the night, in the wind drifting even more gloomy.

When Yu Jizi came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of the gate of the Houshan ancestral hall dedicated to the spiritual seats of the ancestors of Cangyunmen.

At this moment, an old voice came from inside the house: "You are here." Yu Jizi didn't seem to be unfamiliar with that voice, and he didn't feel the slightest surprise, straightened his clothes, dusted off the dust that didn't exist on his body, pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked in.