Thank you for the singing songs, kathie, qm and one by one classmates for their rewards and scattered dandelions~, pink tickets

Jia Jia was silent for a long time, and replied with a faint "oh".

Her reaction was beyond Xuan Ling's expectations, and she asked puzzledly, "Why didn't you ask me who the person with the space spirit root was?"

The space spirit root is the link between Jia Jia and Xuan Ling, if there is no space spirit root, presumably according to the opposite nature of Jia Jia and Xuan Ling, it will never be encountered.

And in the beginning, Xuan Ling did let go of that kind of words: if one day the mustard seed space is free again, he will find another owner who is more suitable for it. So the connection between the two was actually quite fragile at the time, and it could be broken at any time.

But although the space spirit root is not unique to Jia Jia, it is very rare, not to mention that in recent years, the two have actually gotten along well, and Xuan Ling has never mentioned this matter. Now when I mentioned it, it pointed out the precarious connection between the two, so that the two of them were instantly on an extremely strange level.

It is undeniable that when she first heard this sentence, Jia Jia was apprehensive in her heart, although she did not rely on the spatial spiritual root, she was really used to its existence in the past few years. Xuan Ling's words woke her up again: she is not unique, and if she doesn't advance, she will retreat. When she can't keep up with that pace one day, the mustard seed space may leave her at any time.

Jia Jia thought for a long time, curled the corners of her lips, and the whirlpool at the corners of her mouth loomed. It's just that a hint of perseverance flashed in those smiling eyes: "No matter who it is." You're still mine. I'm not going to stand still. Even if one day, you really leave me and want to choose the master again, the only thing I can do is to make the best use of the spatial spirit root in my body and develop it to the extreme. In that case, even if you choose the Lord again, you may still have to choose me. Even if the artifact no longer chooses me, it's just that my skills are inferior, and there's nothing to say. Jia Jia will work hard. If I have a fate with you, you will always come back to me, if not, it is the end of fate. Jia Jia has nothing to say, and she will find another way to heaven!"

Xuan Ling pursed her lips, at first Jia Jia didn't rush to ask about it, and it didn't know why, and there was a strange dissatisfaction in her heart: it seemed to be complaining that she didn't pay as much attention to her artifact as others. And after listening to her explanation, although the dissatisfaction in Xuan Ling's heart was much less, she also knew that what she said was not wrong, which showed that she did not attach as much importance to herself as others did. I still have some dislike in my heart.

The expression on Xuan Ling's face naturally couldn't escape Jia Jia's eyes, and Jia Jia raised her eyebrows slightly. looked at Xuan Ling, and then suddenly laughed: "If I am afraid that the person who also has the spiritual root of the space will snatch the mustard seed space, so that it doesn't matter if I have a dark hand or a stumbling block, then, regardless of the existence of that person, I will always return your freedom one day." ”

"Why?" In fact, Xuan Ling knew early on that the female cultivator in front of him was very contradictory. Sometimes it's as clear as water, and it's clear at a glance, but sometimes it's like fog, and no matter how you look at it, it's as if you've never seen her clearly. Two contradictory and strange characteristics gathered on her, but they also successfully separated her from ordinary people. Even Xuan Ling had to admit that the female cultivator in front of him was at least the first time he had seen such a monk in the hundreds of thousands of years that he had been wandering in the world.

"For if I had been afraid, if I had been afraid, I would not have ascended. If you can't fly, then you will always fall, won't it be a matter of time before you are free?" Jia Jia chuckled, but then his expression was solemn, and the seriousness on his face made Xuan Ling couldn't help but tremble, only listening to the woman's words, the persistence in her voice was not inferior to any man, "What's more, such villain behavior, even Jia Jia disdains it!"

She is proud, even if she is weak on the outside, she always smiles at the corners of her mouth, gentle and polite, so that she seems to be a female cultivator who is delicate and does not match her appearance and persistence, but she has a pride and self-confidence in her body. Even Xuan Ling had to admit that the current Jia Jia could indeed afford the word "elite" among the monks of the same generation, but it was compared to the monks of the same generation. But now, the monks are fighting, it is not a fighting platform, there is still life and death on the fighting platform, not to mention that there is no restriction on cultivation, even if it is a golden pill, it is no longer good in front of the Yuanying monks. The monk's decisive path could not be more appropriately described as overcoming obstacles.

Xuan Ling's heart was complicated that had never been seen in hundreds of thousands of years, and after a long time, he finally sighed and said in a low voice: "It's that Li Niangzi." If you want to know the way, it's up to you!"

told her Mrs. Li, and said again, "Do you want to know the way with you?" Jia Jia turned her head at the awkward Xuan Ling, who was embarrassed. However, although he had no intention of being an enemy of "Li Niangzi", he also remembered this person.

This cultivation is that I haven't been out of the house for half a month. Now the entire "Penglai Immortal Island" is daytime, and the monks are all timed by hourglass, and Jia Jia pushes the door out. The scene outside is still the same, but the monk has long lost the freshness of his previous life, and he is cultivating hard, and the outside is empty, and there is no trace of it.

The water pasture flowers on the village are still beautiful because they are spiritual energy offerings. But it seems that without that ray of sunshine, this beauty is also a little less agile and elegant, and it has become rigid.

Jia Jia carefully separated all her divine senses and probed outward, and the Green Dragon Array still bounced her divine sense back. Although the beautiful blue glass water, which they had praised before, was still breathtaking, Jia Jia only felt that they were just in a blue cage.

Seeing that although the nun in front of her was dressed in a dress with gold thread on a black background, but the two shadows cast by the long eyelashes trembled lightly on the fair face, and the pale pink of the lip color that was lighter than ordinary people matched the fair face, and the majesty brought by the black clothes turned into gentleness. Mo Chunjue, who was holding a noodle man in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said loudly: "It's useless, there is a green dragon array, and the divine sense can't detect it." ”

The very good Jia Jia opened his eyes, the very recognizable immature voice, although he had only heard it once, but Jia Jia still remembered, turned to face the boy holding a black-faced man in his hand, and saw that he was looking at himself in a daze, and the Tang man in his hand was about to melt and did not realize it, and his little face was still as serious and serious as that day. It seems to be called Mo Chunjue!

Jia Jia suddenly sounded the question that the child asked that day, "poof", and chuckled, she was not such a majestic person in the first place, this smile was even softer, and it only made people feel close to each other just by seeing it.

The boy was stunned, walked towards her with steps, and when he reached Jia Jia's side, he stopped his feet and looked up at her seriously: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, the sugar man is about to melt, don't you hurry up and eat it!" Jia Jia swept his eyes, swept the sugar man in his hand, and blurted out.

The boy hurriedly licked the candy man when he heard the words, and then looked up at Jia Jia again, and introduced her very generously: "This is the sugar man made by Mrs. Li, it's delicious." But I've already eaten this, so I can't give it to you. You can go to her and make one for you, and she will also tell stories, telling stories about monkeys going to the west to learn scriptures, about Bao Gong beating bad guys. This is Bao Gong!"

The boy proudly shook the black candy man in front of her, full of pride.

As early as when Xuan Ling told her that Li Niangzi was a person with a spatial spiritual root, she had suspected it, and now it has confirmed this traverser. However, what does that have to do with her, Jia Jia smiled, responded lightly, and revealed the matter of Li Niangzi.

The boy with the candy in his mouth looked around with her, and after a while, he suddenly pointed out and looked at Jia Jia with a serious face: "When the two Yi were not divided, they were called Hongyuan. Mingshui Menghong, like a chicken, is called chaos. ”

Seeing that Jia Jia smiled lightly, the boy stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky: "The Green Dragon Array looks like an eggshell, isn't it?"

With her nod, the boy was even more proud: "Shizun always said that I can always find things that others can't see, and I have a pair of discerning eyes!"

Jia Jia couldn't help nodding, but Xuan Ling in the dantian noticed him at some point, and muttered in the dantian: "There is a childish heart here, and the child can be taught!" Speaking of this, Xuan Ling couldn't help but stab Jia Jia again: "When I met you, you were less than ten years older than him, how could you not have such a childish heart, and you can't slip your hands." "Ten years is indeed just a blink of an eye for Xuan Ling, who has lived for so long.

Jia Jia smiled bitterly: "I'm just a three-spirit root, if I don't slip or slip my hands, I don't know how long I can live, it's hard to say if you can see me." As a spiritual monk like me, and without a family to match, this path is destined to be difficult, and it is not surprising that I am different from him. ”

"The beautiful one above, is it your master?" the sugar man was bitten by the boy "click", but he saw him swallow the last bit of the last bit into his stomach, and shook his hand to the Guanhai Pavilion in the middle of Shenhe Village.

Jia Jia followed his direction, her eyesight was excellent, and it was like daylight on the village. Even though the figure on the Guanhai Pavilion was already very small, she still let her see it clearly: but she saw that Shizun, Mo Wuji, Liang Xiaozhen, and an old monk who was sitting were looking around worriedly, as if they were talking about something.

Among the monks, there are a very few monks with quirks who do not have a fixed face, and when such a monk reaches a certain age, this appearance is naturally old, but the monk's face is not only old, but also bloodless, in this case, in addition to being injured, there is really no other reason.

As for the adjective "beautiful", among the top four, if you really want to pick a "beautiful", if there is no problem with her aesthetics, there is really no one else except Shizun.

Seeing Jia Jia's soft "um", the boy excitedly pulled Jia Jia's sleeve: "Let's go, let's have a good discussion." When I went back to see my ancestor, I heard your master say that you are very good and proficient in formations, so we must have a good fight!"

The boy said with a slight force in his hand, pulled Jia Jia two steps, and said as he pulled: "Your master insists that I am not your opponent, so I naturally don't believe it." But I don't know how you can convince Mo Chunjue. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry, everyone, it's going to be two days away, and I've been a little busy lately~~