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Zhiming looked at Yang Jueyuan and the miscellaneous hairy gobbling up, the boss with two eyes staring, and his mouth was wide open, as if he could stuff an egg. He looked scared.

Yang Jueyuan and Zamao didn't care about that, holding a bowl in one hand and vegetables in the other, a mess in the lake, sky and sea.

Yang Jueyuan is better, but he hasn't eaten food that can be called a meal for a long time.

Miscellaneous hair has never eaten at all, and when he was still a big mouse, he was only active in the garbage heap, and he was enlightened by chance, but he was caught [labor punishment field], and he has never eaten a serious meal until now.

The two guys were like hungry ghosts, their mouths and claws flew together, and they ate the food cleanly without much effort.

Miscellaneous hair took the plate, licked it at the bottom of the plate, and then opened his mouth, looked at Zhiming, said again, and said unsatisfactorily: "Little Taoist, is there anything else?"

Zhiming "Ah!", woke up like a dream, and quickly reached out to wipe the saliva that flowed from the corner of his mouth because it had not been closed for a long time, and then shook his head and waved his hand: "It's gone, it's gone! I've already got you an extra one!"

He was sent by Yunhai to deliver food, he was reluctant to come, because the senior brother left because of one of the tiger demons, although he didn't feel that the tiger demon was wrong, and he didn't feel that the senior brother did something right, but after all, it was his senior brother, although he always bullied him, but he was still his senior brother, but he didn't dare to disobey the master's orders, but he didn't expect the two monsters to be so edible, one box was not enough at all, even if he took another box later, he still looked like he was not full.

The miscellaneous pursed his lips with a look of disdain, "Stingy!". Then he looked at the plates and bowls on the table, and his eyes turned back and forth, and suddenly he took out the bottom one of the plates, licked the top grain of rice with his tongue, and then chewed it slowly, looking very happy.

Although Yang Jueyuan was also a hungry ghost just now, he didn't care about his image, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel hot when he saw the performance of miscellaneous hair.

Turning his face away, he didn't know it, and then said to Zhiming with a smile on his face: "I wonder if the conference can start now?"

Zhiming nodded, and said in a long voice: "It's already started, who will eat endlessly like you?" Then as if he thought of something, he came to Yang Jueyuan's side and asked softly, "Do you monsters eat like this?"

Yang Jueyuan: "........................ Let's go! ”

[Baiyun Palace] falls on the top of Jicang Mountain, sitting on the snow peak. It is the place where Yunhai usually deals with the major events of the sect, and this time it was used in the exhibition hall of the conference.

Under the leadership of Zhiming, Yang Jueyuan and Zamao walked slowly up the bluestone steps.

"Look, two youkai!"

"Yes, a tiger and a mouse!"

"Do you want to tell the master to go? I dare to come to my Jicang Mountain, it's really bold!"

"What do you say? Do you see Zhiming leading the way in front? The master must know, and if you can't say it, the master invited you to come up!"

"It's really possible for you to say that! Isn't that tiger demon the guy who injured the senior brother?"

"It's really that guy, just letting the youkai go up the mountain...... It feels weird!"

"Yes! ”

It was past noon, and the afternoon fair had already begun, and along the way, I met many monks and disciples of the Jicang Mountain sect who came to participate in the fair, and they were all dumbfounded and surprised to see the two of them.

The demon clan is already scarce, and this northern wilderness is even more inhabited, not suitable for the survival of the demon clan, and the demons have different paths, since they are opposites, and they all kill each other when they meet. Who would have thought that he would see it in Jicang Mountain, and he was generously led to the mountain by the disciples of the sect. This has broken their common sense and confused their cognition, how can they not be surprised?

Although Yang Jueyuan was not angry, he was a little resistant in his heart, and he always felt like he was being treated as a monkey in a zoo. I looked down at myself, and I was covered in black horizontal stripes with golden hair, but it was nothing, it was just ............ The feeling of not wearing clothes seems to be not very good, what should be exposed and what should not be exposed, the face can't help but be hot, and the head is bowed, and the feet are a little faster.

Miscellaneous hair is not uncomfortable, he continues his great business of picking flowers and grass, and even says hello to people he looks at, in exchange for all of them are scattered in a hurry, but he is not tired of it, and he is even more energetic.

When he reached the top of the peak, he stopped, and Yang Jueyuan looked at the hall in front of him in a daze, as if he was stupid.

[White Cloud Hall] is like a pearl in the snowfield and inlaid on the peak.

Before the time has come, the sun moves slightly, the sunlight pours down, through the frost clouds and cold mist falling on the golden tile on the top of the palace, glowing with dazzling brilliance, the golden light and white snow reveal the blurred color, and the ethereal feeling flows among the ethereal eaves of the bucket arch.

How had he ever seen such a sight?

How majestic is the Forbidden City? Compared with this, it lacks that fairy spirit.

How magnificent is the Potala Palace? Compared to this, it is a little less elegant.

It is really glorious, the clouds and mist are circling, and there is no trace of mortal dust in the world, but it is like the red dust falling from the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace.

Miscellaneous hair also opened his mouth wide, unable to believe that a temple could be so beautifully repaired.

"Alas, are you going to go?" Zhiming led the way in front, and when he looked back, he saw the two demons standing there dumbfounded, and he didn't know why, so he asked.

Yang Jueyuan and Zamao came back to their senses, glanced at each other, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Coming to the front of the palace gate, Yang Jueyuan looked up and stared, and a huge plaque was hung horizontally above the vermilion hall door. The word "white cloud" is engraved on it, and the pen is strong and strong, but there is a sense of freedom and ease, and the inexplicable waves are turbulent, covering the entire temple door in it.

Frowning slightly, he gently rubbed his eyebrows, and his consciousness slowly dispersed.

Fluctuations, not just a wave of fluctuations, plaques, temple doors, pillars and arches, and even the stone slabs on the ground and rivets on the doors are exuding fluctuations. Faint, gentle, but continuous, enveloping the entire hall. If he hadn't possessed it and could use his divine sense, he wouldn't have been able to detect it.

Yang Jue gasped from afar, this is a forbidden formation, the entire [Baiyun Palace] is a big formation, and every part of the entire building is part of this formation, it is really incredible!

What kind of handiwork is this, what kind of attainment? It is impossible to overstate the words 'ingenious workmanship'. The person who wants to build this palace must be a forbidden person, a grandmaster-level figure.

"Ugh! Zamao pulled Yang Jueyuan aside and reminded him.

Yang Jueyuan responded, knowing that now was not the time to study this, so he withdrew his divine sense, glanced at the plaque on the door of the hall again, and under the contemptuous eyes of the disciples of Jicang Mountain who guarded the main hall, he followed Zhiming into the main hall.

The carved beams and paintings in the hall are magnificent, needless to mention, the six dragon golden pillars on both sides are also taken for granted, but a huge Taiji diagram hanging on the well pond at the top of the hall is a little special.

In the main hall, the tables and other items that are used for daily office work have long been removed, and many long tables have been visited on both sides, covered with red flannel. On top of the red cloth are various things of different shapes and styles.

Yang Jue looked around from afar, and finally landed his gaze on the huge Taiji diagram above his head.

But he saw the Taiji diagram slowly rotating, and the yin and yang fish moved with it, and there was spiritual power flowing and circling and pouring down on it, and he could even feel the trace of spiritual power drilling into his body and moisturizing the meridians and qi points, which was really magical.

"Where did you come from, what a boldness!" a broken cry rang out from inside the hall.

Yang Jueyuan came back to his senses and turned around and looked at the sound.

At this time, there were already many people standing in the hall, standing together in twos and threes, originally talking to each other, but now they all looked at Yang Jueyuan and Zamao, showing displeasure.

And the person who spoke was a tall but fat old man in a black robe.