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The boy and the girl looked at each other while pinching the finely made pill bottle, and after a while, they uncorked the bottle, but saw that it was full of a whole bottle of Bigu Dan.

Although the two of them were young, they were also governors in the end, their faces turned red, they swallowed Bigu Dan, and then looked up, where could they still see Fang Cai's shadow.

"She, who is she?" the girl looked at the middle of the open road, her expression dazed.

The boy clenched the pill bottle in his hand, and looked at the direction where the real person left with envy: "Maybe it's a kind real person!"

"She's so angry. The girl looked at the direction of the clear shadow departing, opened her mouth, and exclaimed loudly, "I want to be as powerful as her." ”

"That's easy. "Although the boy is not much older than the girl, and he is a child in the eyes of others, he knows a lot more than the girl," that real person is wearing Kunlun's sect clothes, and when we go to Kunlun, we can be as powerful as her. ”

"Kunlun?" The girl's big black and white eyes were only curious, not afraid, and she clenched her little fists: "Okay, let's go to Kunlun." ”

The young children are innocent and fearless, but they do not know how long it will take them to complete the journey of two hours.

Jia Jia never thought of her unintentional move at all, and there were two more sect monks in the world, and she just saw him talking. Think about yourself back then. It's just an unintentional act.

Step on "Stepping on Snow Feather Feihong". In a short time, people have traveled all over the streets of Yuan Yin City, everything seems to be as usual, Jia Jia according to the old method, found the stronghold of Yuan Yin City, knocked on the door to enter, the Jin Dan monk who did the work was polite and polite, and presented the Yuan Yin City for several years of event record books, large and small income account books. Jia Jia lowered her head and looked at the two account books with a thickness of nearly one foot that were recorded by the fly-headed Xiaokai one by one, and swept them roughly, and the trivial things were recorded one by one.

She thinks she is patient on weekdays, but when she sees these two account books that are nearly a foot thick, she is still a little dumbfounded. There is no reason for trivial things, so they are recorded on it, and Jia Jia poked his head out, looked at the records on the account book, and took away the two account books. Xindao: This is probably the secret that Zhu Xingyuan and the others don't know Kunlun, so they know the secrets of the world's affairs! But even if these two account books are sent to Zhu Xingyuan's hands. To separate the effective information from it, this is another huge project, and Jia Jia only feels a sense of self-shame in her heart. Others can't do it, Jia Jia doesn't know what to do, but her words, Jia Jia thought, she probably can't do it!

After receiving the two account books, and asked about some of the things that happened in the early days, on the analysis of Taoist things, Jia Jia is not good at it, and what she is good at is asking questions, and the five senses are emerging, observing and feeling the expression, demeanor and demeanor of the monk who spoke, and felt that there was nothing wrong, Jia Jia took out a special communication paper crane,

There is a strange stone in this world, called the miniature streamer. As the name suggests, it is to put everything you see in front of you on a microcosm streamer stone of square size, and there is only one way to unravel the things reflected by the miniature streamer, that is, to carve a sub-stone that was originally accompanied by the miniature streamer on it, and then the miniature can be enlarged, and finally see the things above the miniature streamer. Because of the special nature of the miniature streamer, it is no surprise that it has become the most important thing for monks to communicate with Xinmi.

She pinched out a piece of miniature streamer given by Zhuxingyuan, page by page mapping the ledger on both sides of her hand, nearly a foot thick ledger, Rao is Jia Jia used the control technique, the Yuan Shen is powerful, to wait for the two to turn down, but also tired enough, but finally completed when the sun was about to set, and added a sentence at the end of the "Yuan Yin City is as usual!", then the sound was transmitted to the stars thousands of miles away, and the miniature streamer was tied to the foot of the communication paper crane, the paper crane roared softly, circled the streamer, and spread its wings away.

Refusing Brother Yuan Yincheng's polite stay, Jia Jia flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

When night falls, the sky is full of stars, stepping on flying swords, the corners of skirts are flying, looking up from afar, only to feel that the night is low. This situation finally made Jia Jia understand what it means to "pick the stars with your hands".

The boundless night makes it impossible to distinguish the distance between the night and the people, and as soon as you stretch out your hand, the starry sky is within reach. The ancients' "hands can pick the stars" finally made her experience it today.

Jia Jia took a deep breath, and the bladeless sword under his feet flashed, speeding up the speed of the aura, and crossed the sky from afar, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, the person and the sword released the Buddha meteor across the sky, so fast that he couldn't see the shock and the glimpse.

The light under his feet is flying, the cool night breeze is coming, and the first stop has already been unveiled.

Walking and stopping all the way, the night sky in the sky is as bright as a mirror, since the beginning of cultivation, although there are times when she travels freely, but most of the time, she is running around on the affairs of cultivation, sects and mundane affairs.

This walk, a walk is a few years of time, Jia Jia looked at the green silk bamboo slip in his hand, but saw that in the palm of the land of Shenzhou, the position of cinnabar has been circled.

In the past few years, I have traveled to China, and we can see the major cities in Kunlun, the land of China: there are large cities with rampant cars and horses, many people, and unparalleled prosperity like Mingding City, and there are also small cities like Yuanyin City that are small but feed as traffic fortresses; and more are unknown but small cities with their own characteristics.

In Kunlun, there are small cities with plateaus and snowy areas covered with snow in middle age, as well as small towns with mountains and rivers that are like spring all year round, fragrant with flowers everywhere and beautiful as pictures, and ordinary small towns with sunny and rainy seasons, smooth wind and rain, and their own taste.

Jia Jia has been running around for the past few years, and I thought that even if my cultivation was not stagnant, it should be slow to improve. Thinking that you can't have both fish and bear's paws, Jia Jia is not greedy, and she knows that she can only take one of the two. She is not such a fearless hero, a self-sacrificing hero, she has her own considerations before doing things, and she is willing to take on the task, all of which are how much Kunlun gives to others, she doesn't know, but it is enough for her. Not only can she cultivate to Yuanying at a young age, but Shouyuan still has an extremely long unfinished road for her at present, and she is prepared to cultivate slowly because of Jiajia's original cultivation.

However, maybe it was really God's love, but for some reason, in the past few years, she has cultivated to breathe, but the speed of aura absorption has not slowed down. Jia Jia thought about it for many years, and finally understood Zhu Xingyuan's words: "Monks always live in a corner, and it is always not good to look at the world, and only then can you know the breadth of Shenzhou." "The heart is broad-minded, and the spiritual platform is transparent, which is naturally extraordinary.

After traveling for most of China, on this day she set off again and went to a city called Red Moon. The four seasons of this city are clear and clear, the rain is delicate like a delicate girl, the wind blows the willows, the distant mountains and near the water, everything seems to be in the slightly humid atmosphere of this red moon city as if separated by a thin layer of mist, beautiful and affectionate.

Flying over the city wall paved with blue bricks and stones, Jia Jia jumped into the city, looked up at the sky, the sunset was already on the side, Jia Jia overlooked the Red Moon City, and went straight to the stronghold of the Red Moon City here.

Red Moon City is neither a prosperous and colorful city, nor a traffic fortress, but it is empty and beautiful. For most monks: How can the beautiful scenery of flowers be worthy of the aura? Since the Red Moon City was first given this name 50,000 years ago, there have been few things and peace.

Stationed in Red Moon City, except for a Jindan monk whose spiritual veins were damaged and could not advance for life, there were some foundation building monks and qi cultivation cultivators.

Jia Jia stood in this seemingly inconspicuous house, but it carried the secret sources of Kunlun's core, and knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, a voice sounded from behind the door: "Who?"

Jia Jia stood with her hands in her hands, pursed her lips and said softly: "Kunlun is a visitor." ”

Although her voice was soft, she used her spiritual power to move to all corners of this mansion.

After a while, the door opened with a "creak", and out of it was a middle-aged male cultivator in his forties, but seeing his pale face, he looked like an injured monk, and Jia Jia's eyes swept over him inadvertently: Jin Dan Xiuwei, I think this is the person in charge of Red Moon City!

"Kunlun Lianjiajia. Jia Jia arched his hand, took out a secret order from his sleeve, and the monk took two steps back, bent down, and bowed: "Zhang Feng, the left-behind monk in Red Moon City, has heard of the name of a real person, please." ”

Jia Jia's eyes flashed slightly, and he felt that this action was very familiar, but after thinking about it, he really had never seen this monk named Zhang Feng, so he gave up for the time being.

The monk turned around, leading the way, and he was straight, and Jia Jia had not yet noticed it, but now he turned around, but saw that his right foot was slightly lame, and he limped forward. Somehow, Jia Jia had a strange feeling from the bottom of her heart, feeling that he was quite "styled".

As soon as this idea came out, she was shocked, and she used things like wind and bones that can only be understood and cannot be spoken, and she used them inexplicably.

After turning his mind and suppressing what he was thinking, Jia Jia raised his head, separated a wisp of divine sense, and quietly wandered around this ordinary house. The yard is not big, but it is readily available: the small lake excavated by artificiality, the stone bridge, the promenade, the pavilion with exquisite depiction, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are staggered, there are a few green bamboos behind the courtyard, the raising is excellent, with the aura to feed, the general size of the long bone joints, verdant and dripping, vast and upright, it is really the most wonderful among the green bamboos that Jia Jia has ever seen.

Occasionally, three or two monks who were curious to poke their heads out to probe Jia Jia stuck out their tongues in Zhang Feng's expressionless gaze, and immediately retracted their heads.

Walking to the main courtyard in front of him, Zhang Feng pushed the door and pointed to the staggered house: "The real person will live here for the time being! ”

With that, he bowed again, turned and retreated. (To be continued......)