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Jiang Guyue's attention was really drawn to the current matter, and she sighed and said, "Hearing what my junior brother said, I suddenly felt that the danger of this mission had increased a lot, and I must not take it lightly. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the storage bag on his waist, his face was slightly bitter, "I took this task so hard before, and I went for the reward of hundreds of spirit stones, I don't want to capsize in the gutter without knowing it." ”

Fang Nan was dumbfounded, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely: "It just so happens that I plan to go back to Fucheng today, since the senior brother is here, I can go together."

“”

Jiang Guyue nodded hurriedly, he wished it would be like this, so he naturally had no opinion on this.

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In a low hill, the forest is dense, the autumn leaves are all over the mountain, and there are occasionally a few families hidden in it, like a paradise.

Deep in the woods, in front of a large manor, mossy overgrown, woody, cobwebs, and seemingly abandoned for a long time.

However, at this moment, behind the chaimen, there is a figure lying on the rattan chair, leisurely crossing Erlang's legs. Judging from his appearance, he is only about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a magnificent figure, if he is placed in the mortal world, he must be a popular handsome son

The warm autumn sun was hanging high, and the man raised a palm, letting the light leak through the slits, squinting slightly, revealing a bit of comfortable enjoyment.

The surroundings are silent, and if you look at it from a distance, the scene in the courtyard is really like a landscape idyll.

Unfortunately, the tranquility often does not last long, and in the mountains where there was originally only a breeze, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded from far and near, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the door.

"Bang"!

The originally half-hidden wood door was pushed by a visitor, and suddenly the hole opened, and the mountain wind suddenly poured in, and at the same time, a hobbling figure appeared at the door, and the shadow dragged on the ground for a long time.

The handsome young man seemed to have noticed it, but he didn't get up and turned back, and said lazily: "Qinglin, don't you look at what time it is now, and you only come back now, aren't you afraid that the altar master will scold him?"

There was only a cold snort in his ears, followed by an unceremonious voice from the person who came: "Bai An, what nonsense are you talking about, if it wasn't for the accident in the middle of the way, how could the old man's speed be so slow, and he couldn't come to help?"

"Huh?"

The handsome young man frowned slightly, turned his head, and saw that there was a dying half-wolf man behind the gray-robed man in front of him, and he was immediately shocked, Huo Ran got up and said, "What's going on? How did this waste become like this?"

"Hmph, you ask me, how do I know clearly?" The gray-robed man sneered, bent down slightly, and said hatefully while placing the werewolf behind him flat on the ground: "This evil beast doesn't know what crazy it is, it dares to look for blood food in broad daylight, if it wasn't for the old man who happened to bump into it, he would have been beheaded by the disciple of the Yuqing Sect who came to the door." ”

"Disciples of the Yuqing Sect, are they the newcomers?" Hearing this, the handsome young man showed a look of interest on his face, "How is it, how is the strength, have you killed it?"

"The strength is average, but it's just the cultivation of the tenth layer of qi refining, if it is a normal fighting method, the old man is eighty percent sure that he can defeat this person. The gray-robed man replied without thinking, and then shook his head and said regretfully: "However, at that time, because it was not far from Longyang City, the old man was afraid that there were other disciples of the Yuqing Sect around, so he didn't stay long, and rushed back with this son non-stop." ”

"That's what happened. The handsome young man pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the werewolf on the ground with blurred flesh and blood, and after sweeping it, he sighed: "The claws are broken together, and the meridians are disordered, it seems that the black wolf this guy is not a few days this time, don't think about recovering." ”

"Whatever he does, carry it to the bottom first, with his perverted recovery ability to practice the exercises, he doesn't have to worry about it in the corner, and he will be alive again on the day of the full moon. The gray-robed man glanced at the werewolf disapprenously, then looked at the empty lobby in the room, and frowned: "What about Protector Yang, why hasn't he come back yet, could it be that he secretly ran out to drink again?"

The handsome young man yawned, lazily lay back in the rattan chair, and said with his eyes half-closed and half-open: "I don't know, I didn't see a shadow when I went out early in the morning, maybe I really went to the town under the mountain to drink, but although the cultivation is not high, but the relationship with the altar owner is irreversible, no matter how prodigal it is, it will not be blamed, how can you and I be able to manage it?"

"In a few days it will be the night of the full moon, and the big war is imminent, so it is better to be safe. ”

The gray-robed man sighed helplessly, but he still didn't say anything after all, and seeing that the handsome young man didn't want to help, he had to carry the black wolf himself and strode into the threshold, the footsteps gradually faded away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

With a slight touch of his fingertips, a wisp of wind suddenly escaped from the handsome young man's hand, gently covering the firewood door, and on the rattan chair, the handsome young man slowly opened his eyes, looked at the clear sky, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "Is the disciple of the Yuqing Sect...... It's getting more and more interesting. ”

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Jixian Mansion City, Taiqing Taoist Temple.

Behind the majestic Lingguan Hall is an arch that is more than two feet high, and two Taoist children who look no more than fifteen or sixteen years old are dressed in light blue Taoist robes, holding dust in their hands, standing on both sides.

This is the rule of the Taoist temple of Taiqing, when there is a Taoist chief in the hall, the Taoist child is often arranged outside the door to take turns, one to be solemn and grooming, and the other can be used as a doorman, so as not to have a long-eyed idler to break in, and miss the right thing.

At this moment, the Dao Tong on the right has clear facial lines, a resolute expression, and his eyes are looking straight ahead, letting the autumn wind blow, the leaves fall on his shoulders, and his body still does not move, like a statue.

This little Taoist boy who was given the Taoist name "Qingfeng" was just explained by Uncle Guan Nei half an hour ago, and now there are several real immortal figures in the hall behind him talking about important matters related to the Demon Sect, and he is asked to stand at the door with his junior brother "Mingyue" until the end of the meeting, during which he must not show any fatigue, otherwise there will be an accident, and he will be expelled from the temple at the worst, and he will be confined for half a month.

This rule can not be said to be strict, but the reason why Qingfeng Xiaodao Tong can stand here for half an hour is not just so simple, in fact, he was born as an orphan, since he was selected to enter the Taiqing Taoist Temple, he has been yearning for the legendary immortals, and he dreams of being able to set foot on the fairy road.

Now that he was told by his uncle that there were immortals in the hall just a stone's throw away, how could Qingfeng not be surging and excited?

In this case, not to mention that there are strict door rules, even if there are no restrictions, the breeze that reveres the immortals is willing to serve the door, how can there be any slackness?