When he arrived at the residence of the Huadao Zhenren, the almost two-thousand-year-old Huadao Zhenren stretched out his hand and pointed to the books on the ground, with a somewhat arrogant appearance: "Make it up!"

Jia Jia glanced at him, and saw that Hua Dao Zhenren snorted coldly, and Jia Jia, who looked at it as a matter of course, shook his head, but felt a little smiling, and looked down at those books.

She knew that this was probably the old man's new book, but she didn't break him, and she really learned something from him to repair the book, and this old man's collection of books was still good.

She lowered her head and repaired the books, and after repairing them for a long time, she also read half of these books, and couldn't help but have some questions: "Huadao Zhenren, where did you get these thirteen books." ”

"Nature comes by chance. Huadao Zhenren glanced at her, and said, "What are so many words, quickly make up the book!"

Jia Jia couldn't, couldn't ask any more, so she lowered her head and repaired the book, she felt strange that these thirteen books seemed to be written by the same ancient cultivator, and some of the remarks made her very interested, for example, about the six arts masters, the tricks of the six arts masters were only in the millimeter, although the words were general, but this meaning had been faintly expressed.

Looking down at those books, Jia Jia was silent for a long time, wanting to ask the real person of Huadao again, but the real person of Huadao refused to say anything.

After a busy day, tinkering, when Jia Jia walked back to his residence with a little tiredness, he received a wonderful note: "Early tomorrow morning, I will immediately go down the mountain to Mingding City to welcome guests! ”

Jia Jia couldn't help but be curious, and at the same time she was a little puzzled in her heart: who came back, and even specially asked her to go out to greet guests, could this returned person still have anything to do with her?

But doubts are doubts, early the next morning, Jia Jia still packed up and went to Mingding City, and went straight to the outside of the city to wait. Although Jia Jia did not identify herself, the monk who guarded the city was still a little scared when she heard that a high-ranking monk had come early in the morning, and looked at her from time to time with a cower.

The sun rose until noon, when two "things" or two towering bags appeared at the end of the long journey. This kind of costume is really too eye-catching, the cultivator brings a series of storage functions such as storage bags, it can be said that he puts all his belongings in the storage bag, and walks with a graceful demeanor, how have he ever seen this kind of dress like a mortal ascetic.

As soon as those two bags appeared, many people began to point, and even Jia Jia's eyes were attracted by those two bags.

As the two bags moved slowly at an almost turtle speed, the two people with the bags on their backs gradually appeared in front of everyone.

A monk who looked like an elderly monk and a chubby black girl seemed to be talking with their faces sideways, and only two rows of shiny white teeth could be seen from the side of Jiajia.

But even though the two of them were like coming out of a pile of dust, when Jia Jia saw the faces of the two people turned back, she was still shocked and blurted out: "Joy, Yuan Lao!"

"Hey! The black fat girl smiled happily at her, without the white and chubby appearance before, but there was a bit of rare coolness, Jia Jia somehow, at this moment, only felt that her eyes were a little hot, she first came here, and the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was joy.

This chubby, girl, who loves to make buns but has a pure heart, gave her the first warmth from another world. At that time, she was young, and although she was only a drop in the ocean compared to the experiences of these years, no matter how long those experiences passed, she had the urge to cry.

She hadn't seen Huanxi for a long time: this lovely girl loves to eat steamed buns, and it has been a long time since she last saw her, and Huanxi at that time was still white and chubby, but now the whole person is dark, and she is a lot more refreshing.

It's just that Jia Jia has always felt that when she looks at people, this girl's eyes are still so clear.

For a while, Jia Jia only felt as if there were countless words in her heart that she wanted to say with Huanxi, but there were too many of these words, and she suddenly seemed to be holding it in her heart, and she couldn't spit it out, and thousands of words were gathered into one sentence: "It's good to come back!"

"Hey, hey. Huan smiled happily, now her cultivation has reached the middle stage of Jindan, and then she looked at Jia Jia with envy, and said sincerely: "Jia Jia, congratulations, now your name is ranked among the female cultivators in the world, I have heard that many female cultivators take you as an example!"

Jia Jia smiled, stopped the topic, and asked Huanxi: "Over the years, you have traveled everywhere, how did you bring such a big ......" Jia Jia said, pointing to the bags on Huanxi's back, a little puzzled, "Why don't you and Yuan Lao use storage bags?"

"Look, when you see this dead girl, you don't care about the old man. Yuan Lao smiled, "What is the cultivation called with a storage bag, the two of us are called real cultivation in this way." ”

Jia Jia was amused by Yuan Lao's words, looked at the bags on their backs, and asked, "Then how have you two gained over the years?"

With a smile on his face, he leaned over to Jia Jia's side and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, there are many! I can tell you one by one." ”

Jia Jia was amused by Huanxi's expression, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, only to feel that after so many years, this girl with a pure heart and was taken by Yuan Lao at a glance is really still the same as before.

Entering the city with Yuan Lao and Huanxi, he didn't mind the strange eyes of the mortal monks who passed by, most of them had been carrying these bags for so many years, and they had already become numb to the gazes of everyone.

As he spoke, he mentioned the order that Miao Wuhua said, and Yuan Lao didn't care: "Three months ago, we received a summons from Miao Zhenren, and after calculating this journey, it is estimated that it should be here today, and it is estimated that Miao Zhenren also knows about your past with Huanxi, so I sent you to pick us up." ”

Jia Jia blinked and asked Yuan Lao, "So how much have you two gained in Tongshen over the years?"

"Well, the same thing is in the purity of the mind, in the word 'enlightenment'. Yuan Lao said, "Sometimes you can go thousands of miles a day in a day, and sometimes you have nothing to gain by sitting for a thousand years, it's hard to say, do you want to listen to Lao Er's continue?"

When Jia Jia heard this, she sighed, but she also knew that this was probably not a field that she could touch, so she pursed her lips and smiled, and shook her head: "Forget it, laypeople like me still don't want to contact such mysterious and mysterious Taoist Dao." ”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and as soon as the topic changed, they talked about the Shi Demon Sword, and still asked Yuan Lao with some unease: "Yuan Lao, are you sure to get rid of the evil nature of the Shi Demon Sword?" )