Immortal Voices

Shen Jiu's eyes looked at Yang Ming, and his tone was cold and clear: "No."

There was a wave in Yang Ming's eyes, and he smiled and said, "I'm not."

They stared at each other, and looked away tacitly.

In fact, the two of them should have arrived earlier than Rong Xian, and it was harder to find a place where students were born. The monks along the way came and went. If they really dared to run towards the destination, the joy would be great.

The two had no choice but to walk up the mountain on foot. Occasionally, they would get together when they were in dispositions, which caused Rong Xian to arrive a long time before the two.

The casual repair is still on the way. The elders of the Xiuxian family and Zongmen have sent elders to lead the team around the stone bridge.

At the top of the mountain, people from all sides occupied a hill, and stared at the village below, all looking for ways to get the legendary treasure.

On the east hill, a middle-aged man is in a gorgeous brocade, with long hair bound by a tall jade crown, a fluttering fairy, and a smile on his righteous face, which makes people feel good at first sight.

He looked somewhere down the mountain, and spoke softly to the big disciple next to him, "Where is the far away?"

Anyang was still wearing a robe with brocade, holding a folding fan in his hand, and hearing Master's question, he glanced over and said, "Yes, Master.

The real person raised his eyebrows, and his voice shouted with a hint of teasing: "I heard that you have a relationship with Rong Xian, and now even your master is sent out to be a guard. If you really like others, Master can propose to the old-fashioned Tsinghua . "

Hearing the words of the real person, Anyang was sweating, and he quickly refused: "Master, if I like it, I will chase it in person. Don't mess up."

When Zhongguang's face collapsed, his tone was rather resentful: "How can it be chaos to be a teacher, it ’s not for your life-long affairs, and you were a father and a mother when you were a kid. You pull a lot of **** and piss, and now you still have to marry your wife. How can there be such a good master in this world? You just have n’t been obedient, and you have committed crimes to confuse the teacher. It ’s kind. The white-eyed wolf is so heartbreaking. "

The blue tendons in Anyang's forehead couldn't help jumping, he clenched the folding fan, half-demanded, and groaned, "Master, please shut up."

Real person Zhongguang: "... You, a wicked traitor, even control Master's words."

Anyang was instantly angry with a blue complexion, holding the folding fan's hand and blue tendons.

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Seeing that the apprentice got mad, Sogo Real closed his mouth, lest the apprentice really committed the master, then he was really ashamed of the ancestors of Yuxiaomen.

On the hill opposite them, a group of simple monks looked indifferently at the village below, headed by an old man with a dark look: "I did not expect the Yu clan to hide here, but they would hide."

Beside him, the old woman with white hair stared down at the mountain and asked, "You said that you found the breath of respect for the Lord in Rong Xian. Is this news reliable?"

The old man said cautiously, "The grandma of Wuxinya told Ningyue herself, and I also learned by accident that there is nothing wrong with wanting to come."

The old woman held a cane and nodded the stone under her feet, saying, "I'll wait for two thousand years to find an artifact. If I can't find it again, I'm afraid the Lord will not explain it."

The old man said in a somber tone: "Be assured that there is sword emperor blood to attract people in this world. I can secretly take Rong Xian away, and then I will force the news of the Lord and find the artifact."

The old woman closed her eyes and sighed, "I always feel a little upset."

The old man glanced at the people around him, and Shen Sheng said, "Rest assured, no one here is my opponent."

On a hill shorter than their peak, a group of family members are all personable, calling friends and accompanying servants like clouds.

They are all elites in the family, with equal strength and looks. This time, following the family elders, the first is long experience, and the second is to see if they have any fate with the blood of the sword emperor.

Among these people, a girl dressed in a simple dress stood on the edge of the cliff, muttering in frustration: "Why hasn't Brother Jun come yet? I hope that Brother Jun can get what he wants in peace."

"Rest assured, he'll be fine." A steadfast voice came from behind her, and the woman came over wearing a city suit full of tattoos.

"Yancheng Lord," the girl cried in surprise, "how did you come out? Brother Jun said your injury is not good yet, so take a good rest."

Yan Fei shook her head, her eyes full of thoughts: "No, the closer to Jun Cong, the more unsettled I am."

"I think you miss him." The charming voice rang out of thin air, and the crisp human bones were a little soft.

The girl blinked and smiled and called, "Sister Qianqian."

Yan Fei looked at the person who was walking around, frowning: "Qu Qianqian, have you forgotten your identity, here are all monks of the right path, you a witch of the magic gate came to find death?"

Qu Qianqian approached the girl, pinched her face, and said without fear: "You look at Xiao Wan, how obedient, like you, the mouth of a witch with a closed mouth is called, hate."

Then she giggled and said, "The monks of the right path are afraid to touch me now. My dad and the elders of the magic gate have come a lot. If they don't want to leave here alive, they can do it."

Xiaowan quietly glanced at Yan Fei, and vomited her tongue to please Qu Qianqian: "Sister Qianqian, Lord Yancheng also cares about you, don't blame her."

"Really?" Qu Qianqian looked at Yan Fei with a smile, with a charming face: "I would like to thank her so much."

Yan Fei hummed and did not answer. Qu Qianqian looked down at the mountain and said, "It seems that Juncong is there."

Xiaowan curiously said, "I don't know what Brother Jun has to do with Dr. Rong."

Yan Fei said sourly: "Of course I have learned something. I heard that Rong Xian looks pretty. I think he is very happy."

Qu Qianqian claps her hands naughtily, and smiles softly: "Oh my god, it seems we will soon add another sister."

Yan Fei chuckled and glanced at the tent behind her eyes and said, "Don't let Bai Changyue hear your words. If she is sad, Jun Cong will blame her."

Qu Qianqian's eyes flashed a loss, and she restored her enchanting charm: "Jun Cong has been following Rong Xian for a solution for her illness, and the relationship between them is really deep."

"Brother Jun and Miss Bai are childhood sweethearts." Xiaowan said in a low tone.

He also rubbed in secretly with Lu Yuan and Rong Xian's Ling Jun who never thought that his women had overthrown the vinegar altar. He looked up and looked at the surrounding mountains, only to feel depressed.

"Wood, do you say that Rong Xian knew that he was surrounded?" Ling Jun asked from a low voice, looking at Rong Xian, who seemed to be unknowingly drying herbs.