This is the opportunity that Xie Yue came to Haoran to pursue hard.

The old master was quite satisfied with the final result of refining the ancient mirror, but he had a drink with Xiao Mo before he could send the ancient mirror out before he could heat up.

For the owner of Bixiao Cave, whose temple is called Luobaotan, it is not a good love. He has seen many good things in the world in his life and has been through it.

Ning Yao put the ancient mirror into his sleeve. Xie Gou glanced at Zhu Su and nodded, "I finally look like a sword fairy."

Zhu Su was a little afraid of the famous "Ancient Bai Jing" before, and was even more worried about whether she had other plans when she came to Luopo Mountain. Now the truth is revealed. Zhu Su admired Xie Gou's choice very much. He dared to love and hate, and had a choice and a sacrifice, and was worthy of being Bai Jing.

Xie Gou hurriedly said goodbye and left, saying that he wanted to rush to the Bianjiantai and needed to meet with the selfless leader Guo and a treacherous minister who could only flatter and flatter.

Ning Yao didn’t find anything strange. Zhusu was inevitably uncomfortable. Could it be that because his level was not high enough, he could not understand the idea of ​​"Senior Bai Jing"?

Then Ning Yao Yufeng went north, and Zhu Su stayed by the lake. The woman Sword Fairy sighed quietly. Fortunately, the third time that Daoyu Yinguan did not happen.

On the side of the sword platform, Guo Zhujiu was so frightened. It turned out that the master asked her to work in the National Master's Mansion for a while, which was considered to fill Fu Qing's gap. This is her old profession.

Seeing that his leader was in a good mood, the white-haired boy said sincerely with his eyes: "Leader, you can go somewhere else and make achievements. What should I do if the young people do? Our gang has no backbone and the sky is about to collapse..."

Xie Gou was a little impressed by the deputy helm leader's face and speech. It was so numb and disgusting.

Konghou is not only a compilationist, but also the first tragic disciple in the history of Luopo Mountain, and the only outer disciple before today. What does the white-haired boy feel like now? What can you do if you don’t feel ashamed but proud.

Guo Zhujiu raised his arms, reached out to hold Baitou and mink hat, and smiled and said, "When I am not in the mountains, you will be less intrigue. Their classmates should live in harmony and love each other..."

The girl in a sable hat held a green bamboo stick in her arms and smiled. The white-haired boy turned his head, "Oh."

Realizing that the leader of Alliance Guo had increased his strength, Xie Gou immediately made a serious promise to be in the same heart as the editor. The white-haired boy looked even more flattering and said that he must have good sisters with Chief Xie.

Carrying a small bookcase and holding a green bamboo stick, Guo Zhu's wine is as powerful as a rainbow to travel north, and soon he caught up with his senior sister Pei Qian. They sat together in the sea of ​​clouds and watched the world where the sea and land bordered.

At noon, the sun shone brightly, and the area of ​​Dali Old Zhongyue was close to the Longquan Sword Sect. A blind old Taoist priest wrapped in a crossbody and holding a bamboo stick passed by a county town located at the border of the three states. The compass produced here is quite famous on the mountain. The old Taoist priest visited the shops and compared the shops. He spent five taels of silver to buy a well-crafted compass, wrapped it with cotton cloth, and then went to the restaurant, ordered a stinky mandarin fish and a portion of edamame tofu, and drank it with rice wine. The old Taoist priest drank it himself, paid the bill with the store, and continued on his way. The old Taoist priest left the city and wanted to go to Qiyun Mountain, which was formerly known as "Baiyue".

Maybe he was a single old Taoist priest, who looked at his true immortality. During this period, people often approached to ask if he could help him to approve his fate and see Feng Shui in the yang houses and yin houses. The old man just smiled and said that I was not good at learning skills and did not dare to mislead people. What's more, the small Feng Shui is in geography and the big Feng Shui is in human body. Those who seek good fortune will definitely help him. Why ask about his fate? That's what it means, the blind old Taoist will also take out a piece of yellow paper talisman from his sleeve and give it to them, saying that meeting is fate.

Walking all the way to Qiyun Mountain, this time I visited the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect of the military strategist Ruan, the old Taoist Jia Sheng, was not going to attend tomorrow's wedding banquet to eat for free, and he had a task.

Although he was blind, the old Taoist priest who was about to form a golden elixir in the Longmen Realm had already had no vision.

According to legend, in ancient times, a Taoist priest named Gong Qixia, who traveled across continents and lived here to practice. The Taoist priest used his hometown name "Qianyuan" as the Taoist priest. He had neither fellow Taoists nor attendants, and he opened up the mountain roads alone and left behind immortal traces. It is said that after Gong Zhenren opened the mountain, there were the most white clouds in several states, which set off like an immortal island in the sea. Over time, every year, there were many incense meetings for the mountains, and there were endless men and women, and the incense of temples was swaying through the sky. As for whether that person Gong Zhenren had become an immortal, ascended to the Tao, or was resident on land, it was hard to say.

When he arrived at the foot of Qiyun Mountain, the old Taoist priest Jia Sheng used a Taoist method of inviting gods. He respectfully invited the gods, but not a certain mountain and river god, but a short land master with a rattan pole in his hand.

Nowadays, those who learn Taoism know how to worship the land first when entering the mountain? I am afraid that even if I know it, I will not care about it.

Jia Sheng patted his Taoist robe, shook his sleeves, and bowed: "The monk from the genealogy of the mountain, Taoist Jia Sheng, pay homage to the God of Fortune."

The Land Lord was slightly surprised and somewhat flattered, so he quickly returned the greeting to the old Taoist priest who claimed to be from Luopo Mountain.

As the "landlord" of this mountain, I thought that the old god Jia wanted to dispatch and drive, at least he accompanied the mountain and helped to lead the way, but I never thought that the old Taoist priest just gave a meeting gift, saying that he was disturbing, and even refused to climb the mountain together with the Land Lord. The old Taoist priest said that he would not dare to let the hard work and make great contributions accompany the righteous god, and he would never be able to bear it.

After saying goodbye to Tudigong, Jia Sheng climbed the mountain alone.

The thirteen pavilions in this mountain are arranged in an orderly manner, embellishing the green mountains, like a noble person, a man, a hero, a hermit... Standing tall on the ridge, in the mountains where clouds are surround for many years, you can often see several clusters of yellow buds and wild tea. The old Taoist priest slowly climbed the mountain, and the beautiful scenery along the way was so beautiful that he walked into the second to last Jingjie Xianguan Pavilion, and stopped here for a while.

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes and looked into the distance. He saw the winding peaks in the distance, and the ridge was lined like a centipede lying silently on the ground.

Thick soil is like clothes, and ancient trees, flowers and plants are like brocade.

Jia Sheng nodded when he touched his beard, and there was an old thing that became a spirit and was almost like a god, and he was living in the cultivation of the truth and hidden spirit here.

After parting with his senior sister Pei Qian, Guo Zhujiu arrived at Dali Capital City, but did not go directly to the National Master Mansion, but hid his body and landed on the road outside the capital, walking in the bustling team, and entering the city together.

There are both cars and hiking on the road. Although it is congested, it is orderly, and there is no yelling or rushing around. There is no superiority in the mountain monks. How arrogant they are, they try to restrain some immortal mounts that ordinary people have long been accustomed to. It is just because everyone went together that country's surname is still the Dali Capital of Song. Perhaps a little different from the past, it is nothing more than that the national teacher changed from Cui Yan to Chen Ping'an.

After leaving the Honglu Temple, Chen Ping'an hesitated for a while, but still did not go to the Beiya to take a look.

Returning to the National Master's Mansion, he first changed his outfit, and then went to a "prison" secretly set up by Dali, and found the twisted core.

This place is the first secret of the Dali Dynasty. It is the same forbidden place as the "dock" that builds sword boats and mountain ferries. It is used to imprison the defeated prisoners of war in the battlefield of Baopingzhou.

I have to admit that some wild demons are really hard. I said that she would give me a try, so I came here, which is to return to my old career and return to my old career.

Chen Ping'an held a booklet under his armpit and looked around. In the familiar scene, he chuckled softly: "The old deaf child should come here to take a look."

The tensile core is just a matter of fact, "It's not helpful if he comes, he has nothing to do."

Chen Ping'an said: "You can't even imagine how obsessed with teaching and teaching the old deaf children are now. Now they are planning to go down the mountain regularly to save people and go up the mountain."

The twisted core is silenced.

When the wild demons noticed that Chen Ping'an appeared here, the originally dead prison became full of vitality. In an instant, the title of "hidden official" was one after another, and it was extremely lively.
Chapter completed!