Got Gu Lang out of the Nine Netherworld Prison, and the big stone in Jia Jia's heart also quietly fell to the ground. Even though she has not stepped out of the space for three years, it will not take long for the rumors to reach Jia Jia's ears and eyes, and many people have different opinions about the news of Shizun, but because no one has ever seen Shizun in recent years, the news of Shizun's fall is also intensifying.

In this regard, Mei Qihe, the head of the sect, has never responded positively.

After Gu Lang came out of the Nine Netherworld Prison, not to mention anything else, Jia Jia alone clearly felt some changes in Gu Lang.

In the first three months since he came out of the Nine Netherworld Prison, Gu Lang didn't even take on a single task, but only occasionally interacted with Zhan Hongxian and Duan Yu a few times, and the rest of the time, he simply cultivated in the courtyard next door, like a copy of Jiajia.

was as silent as a leaf, and he didn't hold back a little, and ran to the next door to ask Gu Lang: "Have you hurt your body origin in the past three years?"

Gu Lang shook his head immediately, the corners of his lips were rarely hooked, and the stiff expression on his face softened: "No, I'm fine, and ......"

Gu Lang glanced out the window as he spoke, but when he saw Mei Qihe walking here from afar, he suddenly stopped, stood up suddenly, opened the door and greeted him: "Disciple see the master." ”

"Get up!" said Mei Qihe, looking at Jia Jia.

Jia Jia, who had already been aware of it, immediately blessed the blessing: "The disciple retires." After that, he nodded to Gu Lang again, and left without looking back.

For her to be so discerning, Mei Qihe sighed again: "It seems ordinary, but it has a seven-trick exquisite heart!"

Gu Lang did not continue to say this. Instead, Zhengse looked at Mei Qihe: "Master." In fact, there are some things that she can also know. ”

Mei Qihe smiled. "I know she's made a big deal this time, but is it too early for her to do this?"

Gu Lang was silent, but Mei Qihe acquiesced.

After a period of silence, it was Gu Lang who broke the silence first, and he said, "Master, what are you looking for Gu Lang this time?"

"Your master has news......

What happened here, Jia Jia didn't know at all. It's just a head to drill into the cultivation method: shattering the void.

Listening to the description of the machine spirit, Jia Jia already knew that this bead should be Xiao Lixue's, as for how it appeared in her.

According to what the machine spirit said, it was said that Xiao Lixue's divine consciousness placed on the tower was forcibly erased, and without its divine sense, it regained its freedom again, so it fled on its own, looking for the person with the strongest spiritual root breath in the space on its body, and it was only then that it arrived at Jia Jia's side.

At leisure. Jia Jia disappeared into the space to cultivate, and occasionally noticed that she had encountered a bottleneck. He simply rolled up his sleeves and started to work as a laborer, pulling out some fragrant flowers and plants in the space. She doesn't want to be a fragrant beauty like Xiao Lixue, even if the space is vast and rich, for such a pungent fragrance, Jia Jia still has some heart in her heart, but it is better to plant some spiritual fruits.

A few spirit fruit trees were planted at random, and almost all of the spirit grass planted by Xiao Lixue was preserved intact.

Generally speaking, the things in this space are much less than the things in Xiao Lixue's original time.

It also looks very empty.

"Why don't you have a little more, it's easy to sell a variety of spirit grasses, and it's good to earn some spirit stones. The machine spirit seemed a little puzzled.

"I only know that the husband is not guilty, but Huaibi is guilty. Jia Jia sighed, "With my ability, don't others feel strange to shoot such a rare spirit grass from time to time?"

"Pifu is not guilty, Huaibi is guilty?" The machine spirit didn't know what to think, and actually muttered after Jia Jia.

"Not bad. Jia Jia said, picked a spirit fruit casually, put it in his mouth and bit it, "Well, it's good, it's very sweet!"

"If you don't talk about others, even I will be suspicious. Jia Jia said, "What's more, the spirit stone is still a foreign object after all, so it's better not to rely too much on foreign things." Most of the nearly 20 years of practice that have been around me have relied on myself. In this way, there is a feeling of being down-to-earth, and there is a sense of steadfastness in my heart. ”

"What's more," Jia Jia paused, and then said, "Although you said that this mustard seed space was formed by the space opened up by the ancient great god monks. The aura is endless. But Jia Jia wondered in his heart, what was it, it could be supported endlessly for so long, blindly occupying the aura, but not seeing less, which was no longer in line with the rules of this world. Maybe it's instinctive, Jia Jia doesn't want to occupy more, but I'm afraid that if I blindly ask for it, I will eventually run out of it one day. ”

"Why do you have so much thought at a young age?" the machine spirit was stunned for a long time before muttering, but there was no mockery in his voice, but emotion, it seemed that it was the first time he opened his mouth to ask Jia Jia, "Before you got the mustard seed space, you must have worked very hard to build this road!"

"Actually, it can't be considered hard. Jia Jia smiled faintly, "All the way to cultivating immortals, there are too many trembling monks like me, most of Kunlun alone, I have never been the special one!"

"That's a good point. As if touched, the machine spirit said, "Almost everyone in the world thinks that they are special, but in fact, they are just ordinary ones. Just like you, even if it is the only spatial spiritual root I can find now, how can it mean that you are the only one in this world. One day, if, if," the machine spirit said, his voice lowered, and seemed to be a little low, "If you really have been forcibly erased by someone like that person, then I will also run away on my own, looking for the person with the strongest spiritual root aura in this world." ”

"So, even if I have treasures, I have to work hard. "Otherwise, the treasure will run away on its own, I say yes or no?"

"That's right. The machine spirit nodded.

"I see. Jia Jia smiled, "Although I don't dare to say that I am the most suitable one for this mustard seed space, but within the scope of my ability, I will do my best." ”

This Jiajia, these days of practice is very serious, but I don't know that someone has arrived at the foot of Kunlun, ready to ask Jiajia for three years of old debts.

On this day, Jia Jiafang woke up from his practice, but suddenly the tips of his ears moved slightly, and he walked out of the courtyard gate, looked at the monk who was about to knock on the door outside, and asked, "What is moving here?"

"Senior Sister Lian. As soon as the man saw Jia Jia, he immediately bowed his head and saluted, and stammered, "There is a real person surnamed Zhong from Shushan who came to visit Gu Zhenren, but Gu Zhenren said no, and Zhong Zhenren was angry and called his disciple to find his senior sister, so I ......"

"I know the way, where is he? Is it Xiuyang Peak?" Monks other than Kunlun want to enter Kunlun without a Kunlun monk to guide them, and they must first file on Xiuyang Peak, but I am afraid that Zhong Bugui will now want to kill someone with an angry face on Xiuyang Peak.

Jia Jia pouted, this matter was her negligence, she forgot to tell Gu Lang. However, since Zhong Bugui had already come to the door, she couldn't really see Gu Lang as well, so she nodded, and after a few ups and downs, she headed towards Xiuyang Peak.

The monk only felt that there was only a flash in front of him, and the clear shadow crossed the void, and the person was gone, and he couldn't help but murmur: "This senior sister is so fast!"

No matter how he sighed, Jia Jia didn't know, because she had already fallen on Xiuyang Peak at this time. Moving on tiptoe, taking a few steps, passing through the monks who were talking with their heads bowed or walking silently, they arrived at the Zongwu Hall of Xiuyang Peak.

At a glance, he saw Zhong Bugui inside and Jiang Weiyu beside him. And beside them, a familiar looking foundation steward was talking to the two of them, looking at Zhong Bugui's faintly blue face, he should be appeasing Zhong Bugui!

"This steward, I am Lian Jiajia who hides the sword blade, and this will take away these two Taoist friends who came all the way from Shu Mountain. Jia Jiakou said.

"Well, yes. Looking at the clear eyes of the female cultivator in front of him, the steward stammered and said hello, seeing that she didn't seem to have a superfluous expression, he directly pulled away the two monks who had been messing with him for a long time and gave him a headache.

I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

Tibetan sword blade even Jiajia. He remembered the name and a pair of talking eyes, and he hadn't seen her for months, and she seemed to be the same as before, except to see her unfazed expression, as if she didn't remember herself at all.

Also, such a young age is a half-step golden pill for the Great Perfection of the Foundation, how could such a person easily remember an ordinary Outer Peak Steward! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the past, he was polite and polite to such a so-called genius of the sect, and kept a distance from this group of people. However, now, when the female cultivator in front of him first met him a few months ago, he had a desire to have fellowship with those secret thoughts in his heart, and he didn't know if it was for those talking eyes or a comfortable temperament on his body. However, the scene in front of him had already deeply shocked him: how could such a person be friendly with me and other Waifeng stewards?

Not to mention the twists and turns in the heart of Xiuyang Peak's foreign affairs, but it is said that Jia Jia returned Zhong Bugui and Jiang Weiyu to lead the Tibetan Jianfeng.

Jiang Weiyu was dressed in white, silently following behind Zhong Bugui, Jia Jia had already swept her cultivation: Building the foundation of the Great Perfection, is it the same as herself, is it also a half-step golden pill?

Zhong Bugui, who was speechless all the way, didn't break out until he got on the hidden sword blade: "What does Gu Lang mean by this? You ...... you even if you refuse to see me?"

"Stop. Looking at Zhong Bugui, who was faintly inclined to erupt, Jia Jia hurriedly made a gesture to stop him and saluted him: "I'm sorry, this matter is my fault, I haven't told Gu Lang about it, don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter." ”

"Confess? you still say confess?" Unexpectedly, Jia Jia didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he said it, Zhong Bugui almost tilted his nose, pointed at Jia Jia and said angrily, "Three years ago, you took that holy relic, and when you returned to Kunlun, I waited outside for a long time, and what I was waiting for was not that Gu Lang was released, but that you were missing, so that I thought I had lost my life, and now you dare to confess to me?" (To be continued.) )