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"Huyang Zhenjun, Linglong Zhenjun, Mudao people, Lifan Zhenjun. Sufa Zhenjun, who was wearing an orthodox Taoist robe, stepped forward first, "The four of you came over together, it's really brilliant, please." ”

The four of them also exchanged a few polite words with Sufa Zhenjun, and smiled at each other with another monk wearing a winged hat before they sat down separately. Of course, neither Lu Qiqi nor Yang Jinxuan had seats, and they consciously stood behind their parents or "masters".

During the whole process, Lu Mi found several interesting places. First of all, there is the robe of Sufa Zhenjun, whether he is walking or sitting, the robe is as if it is carved in stone. And the white-faced monk who didn't talk like a monk, his mouth was pursed all the time, and everyone greeted him with a nod and a smile. Even the most noisy wooden road man didn't say a word to him.

When they all sat down, they found that there were still two vacant seats, and the wooden Dao man shouted: "Lao Dao thought that he was late, and there were still people who hadn't arrived. ”

Sufa Zhenjun twisted his beard, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "There are two more, one is a holy hand scholar of Qinglu Academy, and the other is a phoenix fairy of Tiandimen. ”

As soon as his words fell, others were fine, but Yu Linglong had already snorted coldly, Ruyu's face was cold, and she flew lightly at Huyang Zhenjun.

Huyang Zhenjun coughed slightly embarrassed, pretending not to see it, and said, "The Holy Hand Scholar has come out of the customs, since he said that he was going to retreat more than three hundred years ago, Benjun has not heard from him. ”

Ben Jun didn't expect him to be out of the customs, and when he received the news that he would come, Ben Jun was also very surprised. "Sufa Zhenjun spoke very slowly, as if he was deliberately holding the tone, making a very deep appearance, but maybe people were very deep.

"So his Heavenly Inscription has really cultivated to the eighth layer?" Huyang Zhenjun said in surprise.

The legend is that during the Great War of Immortals and Demons, the Qingelk Academy not only suffered heavy casualties, but also destroyed most of the 10,000-year-old accumulation in the Academy. An immortal couldn't bear to break the inheritance of the Qinglu Academy, so he left behind a piece of wordless jade and a scroll of mental law.

"It should be. "Sufa Zhenjun Dao.

Mu Daoren shouted unwillingly: "Why is his Holy Hand Scholar improving so fast, maybe he has failed." ”

The Holy Hand Scholar is the same age as him, the two of them also cooperated with each other in their training when they were young, and they have advanced to the gods, and the same group of monks have long since fallen, so it stands to reason that the two should not just nod their heads.

But the mouth of the Mu Dao man is too capable of offending people, and the holy hand scholar is an orthodox Confucian disciple, and he attaches the most importance to etiquette. Therefore, the two often do not talk speculatively for more than half a sentence.

What Mu Daoren said about it, even the host of Sufa Zhenjun didn't know how to pick it up. Li Fan even pretended not to hear, he was the only one sitting there who had no sect, and it was his purpose to be as good as possible with others.

As he spoke, Glacier Daojun went out and came in again, this time followed by a man and a woman. The man wears a square scarf and is dressed as a scribe, while the woman wears a flaming red dress with bright eyebrows. It was the Holy Hand Scholar and the Phoenix Fairy.

"What kind of wind is blowing today, everyone is coming together?" said Sufa Zhenjun with a smile after getting up and inviting them to sit down.

The scholar of the Holy Hand was a gentle and elegant man, and he smiled before speaking: "Benjun happened to meet the fairy in front of the enchantment, but he just came in together, and did not go with him. ”

I don't know why, Lu Qiqi always felt that he had an inexplicable good impression of this holy hand scholar in his heart, and his temperament and demeanor around him were like the freshness of the azure after the rain, and it seemed to be the depth of the river's restrained and flat rhyme. It gave her a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it a long, long time ago, but she was sure it was only the first time she had seen this person.

"Benjun seems to have heard someone talking about Benjun just now, I don't know what is going on?" The Holy Hand Scholar looked at the Mudaoren with a smile, obviously he heard what the Mudaoren said just now.

Who is Mu Daoren, his face is thicker than his age, not to mention that he doesn't feel that what he said is inappropriate, so he generously admitted: "Nerd, they said that your Tianminglu has reached the eighth layer, and if you don't admit it yourself, the old Tao doesn't believe it." ”

"Poof!" Lu Mi couldn't help laughing, she found that Mu Dao people especially like to give others nicknames, it is normal to call him "old boy", Huyang Zhenjun is called "Yang Hulu", probably because of his gourd magic weapon; this time he called the holy hand scholar "nerd", no wonder everyone is respectful of him, but he doesn't know it.

Because of the abruptness of Lu Qiyi's laughter, everyone's eyes focused on her.

"This little girl is ......" The Holy Hand scholar hesitated a little after seeing Lu Mi, and always felt as if he had seen her somewhere, but the other party looked like he was only ten years old, and he had only finished his retreat a few days ago, so he would never have seen her.

Lifan said: "This is Benjun's newly accepted disciple, Lu'er." ”

As he finished his introduction, Lu Qiqi had no choice but to salute the Holy Hand Scholar and the Phoenix Fairy. For some reason, when the Holy Hand Scholar gave a salute to Lu Mi, he subconsciously set aside half of his body, and he had never received this salute from her, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

But all the people sitting there are human spirits, and even the wooden people who are open-mouthed can see that something is wrong, but they have their own thoughts, and they are not broken. Then they talked and laughed again, and sat down to talk.

The Phoenix Fairy sat on the right side of Linglong Zhenjun, just separated from Huyang Zhenjun. Linglong Zhenjun took the hand of the phoenix fairy and spoke affectionately. The phoenix fairy also held her hand back, and the two talked lively, and those who didn't know thought they were long-lost sisters.

Only Huyang Zhenjun and Sufa Zhenjun are talking about the liveliness on their faces, but they are actually like mangs on their backs.

"Do you know the Holy Hand Scholar?" said Fan to Lu Qi.

No wonder he asked like this, the reaction of the Holy Hand Scholar just now was really unexpected. Lu Mi is the "apprentice" of Liaofan, that is, the younger generation of the Holy Hand Scholar. A junior salutes his senior, under what circumstances will the senior refuse to accept the salute. is nothing more than both, either there is a deep hatred, or the grace is as deep as the sea. The former is unlikely, and the latter doesn't look like it.

Lu Mi shook her head slightly, she didn't know that there was such a person as a holy hand scholar before, where would she know it.

"Is that weird? does he know your identity?"

It is not impossible, Qinglu Academy has a long history, and it has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years. In the world of cultivating immortals, only the Heaven and Earth Gate and Fahua Temple can fight with it in history. It is not uncommon for such an old sect to have one or two secrets about immortals, not to mention that the legend says that the Qinglu Academy has a deep relationship with the immortal world.

Lu Qiqi still shook her head, she didn't know what her identity was, how could she know if others knew? If she knew, it would be good for her to solve the mystery in her heart.

In the face of Lu Mi's questions, he didn't know, and he was convinced. If it weren't for the fact that Lu Qiqi was too shocked to make a move, and with the blessing of Jun Linyuan later, he would have doubted his judgment.