The rooster sings white, and a ray of sunlight shines through the gap in the window, and the golden light is dazzling.

Pan Hao's eyes opened instantly, and a faint red lotus appeared in his pupils, and he disappeared.

The divine position of Rong Jun in the divine soul has become more and more condensed, and it will not be long before it can be completely formed. It seemed that it was time to determine the next goal, and the thought in Pan Hao's heart flashed.

"Hmm!" The little girl seemed to feel Pan Hao's awakening, and snorted with her small mouth. Then he turned over, two white and tender little hands hugged Pan Hao tightly, the whole body was close to Pan Hao, and the little head was buried on Pan Hao's chest and rubbed gently. Like a lazy kitten.

"Little girl, it's time to get up!" Pan Hao pinched the little girl's little Qiong's nose and laughed.

"Zhilu said!" The little girl reluctantly slapped Pan Hao's big hand and snorted in a nasal voice.

"Huh, is that little girl?" Pan Hao's heart suddenly moved, and the scene in Qingyu County City in the soul was slowly displayed. A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty appearance and bright teeth, was slowly entering the city with a group of people. This little girl is a bead that I haven't seen for a long time.

I saw that the current Quzhu was more heroic than before, and there was quite an order between walking, and the breathing was long and powerful.

"This is a martial arts practice!" Pan Hao said in amazement. But when he regained his demeanor, there was nothing like such a change, but he was making a fuss.

"Little girl, wait a minute, come with me to East Street!" Pan Hao straightened his clothes and said to Xiwen next to him.

"Okay, Brother Hao, are you going to buy something?" asked the little girl, tilting her little head.

"It's just that an old man is here!" Pan Hao put on the jade crown and smiled slightly.

"Old man!" the little girl, her white and tender little hands helped sort out Pan Hao's body, and muttered suspiciously.

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"Senior Sister Qu, let's have a meal here first, and wait for Uncle Qu by the way!" In front of an inn on East Street, a young man dressed in brocade clothes with a slightly pale face smiled at Qu Zhu flatteringly.

"This?" The main hall of the gang was not far away, and Qu Zhu couldn't help but hesitate a little.

Seeing that Qu Zhu was hesitating, the man in the brocade robe hurriedly glanced at the man in the green shirt next to him, and the man in the strong suit immediately understood, and hurriedly said: "Don't delay much time, besides, Elder Qu hasn't come yet!"

"Alright!" Qu Zhu nodded. The man in brocade was overjoyed and hurriedly came to the front to lead the way.

"Wait, Brother Pan?"

Suddenly, a handsome young man dressed in a white Confucian costume and a scholar's son walked slowly from the opposite side. Qu Zhu's eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole person froze in place.

Pan Hao looked at Qu Zhu with his eyes and smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for more than a year, the little girl has grown up!"

"That's right, by the way, Brother Pan, why are you here?" Qu Zhu asked excitedly, pouting.

"We live here!" At this time, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded behind Pan Hao, and Qu Zhu fixed his eyes. It was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in pink and wearing a white mink coat. The little face is delicate and fair, and it looks very pink and cute.

"Who is this?" Qu Zhu asked Pan Hao as he looked at Xiwen who appeared with a little confusion.

"I'm his wife!" Xiwen said in a crisp voice with big eyes and round eyes. At the same time, he did not forget to hold Pan Hao with his hand, as if he was still declaring sovereignty.

"Brother Pan didn't expect you to have a child daughter-in-law!" Qu Zhu's originally bright eyes seemed to dim a little, and he whispered in disbelief.

It can be said that it is a common phenomenon in the Great Song Dynasty to raise daughters, and the empress Liu of the Great Song Dynasty Song Gaozong was sent to the palace at the age of six to become the wife of the twelve-year-old emperor. In the Great Song Kingdom, it is not surprising that in slightly wealthy families.

"Who is this son?" asked the brocade-clothed man next to him, raising his head slightly, a little displeased. Although Pan Hao was dressed gorgeously, he was dressed in books and had a strong atmosphere, like a weak scholar. And at a glance, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and Qu Zhu's attitude towards Pan Hao really made him have no idea of befriending Lu.

"Senior Brother Yuan, this is Pan Hao, Pan Gongzi. Brother Pan, this is Senior Brother Yuan He, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. Qu Zhu hurriedly introduced.

"Pan Gongzi shouldn't be old enough to be a weak crown, I don't know which academy student Lu Dao is?" Yuan He said slightly arrogantly. Pan Hao's body is only fifteen years old, and it is only the age of hair binding in the Great Song Kingdom. The so-called nine-year-old to enter primary school, a small modest, a small way, a small way, a big hair, a big way, a big road. Twenty years old is the age of a weak crown.

Counting Pan Hao, he was even one year younger than Qu Zhu, but when he was in Baiyun Mountain, Pan Hao's appearance was too shocking to Qu Zhu's heart. In addition, Pan Hao himself is a traverser, and the breath on his body is naturally mature and stable, so Qu Zhu will regard Pan Hao as a person older than himself, and call him the eldest brother.

People in the martial arts have always advocated force, and in the face of Pan Hao, who was dressed as a weak scholar, Yuan He couldn't help but feel contempt, coupled with the look of Qu Zhu just now, which made him even more repulsive and hostile to Pan Hao.

"Hehe, Pan is studying in the Grass Hall!" Pan Hao keenly felt that the man in front of him exuded a strong hostility towards him, and when he watched Yuan He sweep Qu Zhu with his eyes from time to time, Pan Hao suddenly understood the origin of the hostility.

"Fu Cao Tang?" Yuan He couldn't help but compare the various famous academies in Qingyu City in his mind, and he was stunned. Yuan He naturally didn't know what to do, and the Grass Hall was a small library where Yang Hao studied when Pan Hao had not crossed. Is it in the green jade city?

"Come, Brother Pan, we just want to eat you! Let's go together!" Qu Zhu could obviously feel a little bit of Yuan He's hostility towards Pan Hao, and wisely chose to ignore Yuan He, and hurriedly said to Pan Hao.

"Well, okay!" Pan Hao readily agreed. Pan Hao observed that although Yuan He had martial arts cultivation on his body, the soles of his feet were heaving, his body was loose, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank. It was obviously a sign of overindulgence, and when he thought of his hostility, he suddenly didn't have the heart to pay attention to Yuan He.

"Are you from the Excalibur Sect?" At this time, a middle-aged man in a black power suit, a tall, dragon spirit and tiger tiger walked forward without slowness.

"That's right, we're from the Divine Sword Sect!" At this time, Yuan He straightened his chest and said with an arrogant face.

"Yes, that's your right, hand over the ginseng!" the middle-aged man said with a big hand.

"What ginseng? We don't know what to do!" Facing the other party's strength, Yuan He's heart suddenly wavered, and his eyes flickered.

"Yes, what ginseng!" replied to the man in green clothes next to him, echoing Yuan He's words.

And Qu Zhu, who was beside Pan Hao, frowned slightly, his eyes were calm, and his expression began to be solemn.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, you Divine Sword Sect didn't know who got the white jade ginseng in Daxing Mountain this time, and it was divided into two groups of people to come back, and you were the first batch of them!" The middle-aged man's voice was loud, revealing the lies of Yuan He and the others without mercy.

"How is it possible? How did the news leak!" Yuan He's eyes suddenly widened, and he had an expression of disbelief.

"Ha Luha, now the martial arts of the entire county know about it, and they are rushing here to snatch it, do you want to give it or not?" The middle-aged man Ha Luha smiled, feeling happy that he had taken the lead this time.

"The ginseng is not on us, how could the elders of the sect let us juniors bring such valuable things!" Yuan He hurriedly retorted.

"Is there any, just search and see!" After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man's true qi erupted in his body, and his palms changed to blue-black, glowing with a metallic luster. The knuckles of the fingers became thick, like a fan, and the momentum was terrifying. Legend has it that only by cultivating the iron sand palm to the innate level, the iron palm will turn back to its roots, and the palm will become crystal white and delicate when it runs. Obviously, the middle-aged man in front of him has not yet reached the innate stage.

"You!" Yuan He's heart tightened, but the long sword still came out of its sheath with a bang, and the three-foot long sword flashed with cold light.

"It's just a third-rate, and you dare to draw your sword!" the middle-aged man said disdainfully, and at the same time, the big palm like a fan waved, the air roared, and the big palm was as fast as lightning, and he came to Yuan He's face with a bang.

Boom, Yuan He's long sword had not yet been struck, and it was taken away in an instant, and the sound of clicking sounded, and the long sword was crumpled into an iron ball by the middle-aged man in front of Yuan He's frightened eyes.

"Bang! poof!" The middle-aged man slapped his palm on Yuan He's chest, and the huge impact slapped Yuan He's whole person out of the way, Yuan He suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person was already seriously injured.

"You can hand it over now!" the middle-aged man raised his head and said coldly as he looked at the five of them.