Que Xianming came to save his friend and ran away, and he was ready to be detected by the strong Hanshan, so he broke his tail to survive, and was ready to escape three thousand miles in blood. Really make the monster head big.
Meng Xueli made a silent gesture and stretched out his arms to support the Taoist boy.
Que Xian understood his calm expression, thinking that he was determined to kill him, thinking that this boy was also unlucky.
Meng Xueli walked away with his anger, Liu Xiaohuai woke up leisurely, his eyes were blank for a moment, suddenly raised his finger to Qu Xianming:
"Elder Meng! I'm the real Xiao Huai! He's a ghost, no, he's pretending! You thief dare to run wild in Hanshan and deceive the elder!" The boy jumped up, trembling with fear, his face pale, But he stopped Meng Xueli behind him, "Don't be afraid of the elders! I'll send a message to the deacon hall, no, send a message to the real person in charge, and come to slay the demons and eliminate the demons..."
After speaking, he slapped the storage bag and brought out a peach wood sword.
The most powerful person he has ever seen in his life, that is, the head of the deacon in charge of the deacon hall, how could he know how to contact the head of the deacon
Seeing this, Que Xianming was very playful, stretched out two fingers to hold the trembling sword body, and with a little force, with a 'click', he threw half of the wooden sword off the plank road and fell into the vast sea of clouds abyss.
Liu Xiaohuai was stunned for a moment, then broke down and cried: "Elder Meng, run away!"
Que Xianming looked at Meng Xueli, shocked and speechless, thinking to himself how 'weak, weak and harmless' you have been eating and drinking in Hanshan all these years
A seven-year-old child is also deceived by you, so shameless!
Meng Xueli glared at him, touched his nose embarrassedly, and leaned over to coax Daotong: "Xiao Huai, he is my friend, and he was just kidding with you. I deliberately pretended to be you to scare you here, sorry. , I apologize to you for him. This sword, I will make another one for you tomorrow, make it a better one... "
Que Xian clearly showed his original appearance, and he didn't understand what was going on now, so he heard Meng Xueli's tone in a gentle tone: "My Taoist companion has been mourned, and my friends are worried that I will be too worried, so I went up the mountain to visit. It's a pity that it didn't come by coincidence, I was going to the ancestral hall. , you will entertain the guests for me, take him back to the peak to sit for a while, and wait for me to come back, okay?"
Daotong held back his tears, wiped his face indiscriminately, his face turned from white to red, and bowed to Que Xianming: "I'm sorry. Senior, please come with me."
Liu Xiaohuai only felt that he had lost Changchunfeng's face. The guest was just joking to make Elder Meng happy, but he overreacted and looked like he had never seen the world. Elder Meng has a good temper. Instead of scolding him for being rude, he comforted him instead.
Que Xianming frowned, and gestured to Meng Xueli with his eyes: Is this okay
No need to kill, no need to run for your life, no need to disturb the Hanshan sword formation, what do people believe when you open your mouth? The ruthless Hanshan Sword Sect is so easy to mess with
Meng Xueli didn't look at him, and patted Daotong's hair lovingly: "Go."
Que Xianming thought about it and knew that he was stupid. Everyone knows that Meng Xueli was lucky enough to marry Ji Xiao, and he was most reluctant to make progress. Except for Ji Xiao, who would doubt his words
When Que Xianming followed Daotong across the suspension bridge and stepped into Changchun Peak, his breath was rich and clear, and he saw the spring in the mountains and forests, and the beautiful scenery was dizzying. He asked, "Your elder Meng, usually Do something?"
Daotong replied respectfully: "The elder has an indifferent temperament and likes to be close to flowers and plants. He grows the hypericum flowers in the peaks by himself. He often drinks under the flowers and reads the scriptures, ahem, and Taoist scriptures. The elder also raised three brocades. Carp, a litter of money rats…”
Que Xianming thought to himself, no wonder Meng Xueli was reluctant to return, Ji Xiao is really a big hand, creating a fairyland in the snow-capped mountains is even better than heavenly craftsmanship.
Anyone who is so meticulously supported, I am afraid that he will be given a demon king for nothing, and he will not do it!
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"Elder Meng hasn't arrived yet?" The head of Han Shan summoned the deacon and asked in a low voice.
Deacon: "I have already sent someone to invite it."
In the square outside the ancestral hall, more than a thousand elite disciples from the inner door have finished reciting the Taoist scriptures, and it is the turn of the guests in the ancestral hall to offer condolences.
The deacon was a little worried, Elder Meng was young and had a shallow cultivation base, and it was easy to show his timidity in the face of big scenes. But he is the only relative of the real person Ji Xiao, there is no reason not to come to incense. Just hope nothing goes wrong.
"Elder Meng is here—" During the speech, a young deacon communicated loudly.
After Meng Xueli had dealt with the troubles on the mountain road, he rushed all the way, his hair was slightly messy, and his breath was unsteady. He did have a pitiful appearance of 'the Taoist companion was in great mourning, and the widow lost his soul'.
The Hanshan Ancestral Hall is a tall and broad hall, filled with blue smoke and faint candles.
At the end of the ancestral hall, the entire wall is filled with tablets, like majestic pagodas stacked high on top of each other, leading directly to the top of the hall, and those names overlook the crowd in the fireworks.
When Meng Xueli stepped over the threshold, hundreds of eyes fell on him. He didn't know where to go, and was stunned for a moment.
The headmaster, the peak masters of each peak, and the elders are the masters on both sides of the ancestral hall.
The positions of each faction in the hall are clearly distinguished. Although they are dressed in different clothes, they are not messy at all. They are guests.
Only he seems to have gone the wrong way, half-owner and half-passenger, being stared at without embarrassment or embarrassment.
Meng Xueli didn't feel embarrassed, and was just about to say hello to everyone. Isolated from the world for three years, now everyone has the desire to communicate.
"Xueli, you are here, my condolences."
The crowd gave way, and a white-robed old man with a clear face and spirit walked towards him.
Meng Xueli nodded and saluted, "Sect Master."
The other peak masters looked at each other, and also stepped forward to greet him, leading him inward. Here and now, in front of outsiders, he is Ji Xiao's face.
Meng Xueli came just in time, the condolences from the guests had ended, and the ceremony was drawing to a close. Representatives from each faction came here from thousands of miles away, of course, not only for the incense sticks, but there were many issues to discuss with the Hanshan Sword Sect.
Seeing that everything was in order and ready to ask questions, the Hanshan experts walked towards the door one after another to greet a young master in brocade clothes.
The young man was wearing a snow-blue brocade robe with a hooded silver cloak, and held a delicate hand stove in his arms. The white fur piping of the cape complemented his jade complexion and delicate eyebrows.
As he approached, the dim and solemn ancestral hall shone like a beam of snow, and it suddenly lit up for a moment.
The room was still silent, and many people had voice-over conversations in private.
"What a majestic pomp, what kind of elder is this?"
"He is the Taoist companion of the real person Ji Xiao. According to his seniority, he is indeed the same generation as the head of Hanshan. He is also a generation higher than us."
"It turned out to be him, Meng Xueli. I heard that he only introduced qi into his body three years ago, but now... it's not bad, his qi refining is complete."
"Where's it good? With the real person Jixiao here, the elixir of elixir is instilled every day, and it is time for mortals to refine their qi."
"Let's talk less, he is also a poor man now."
Meng Xueli is a strange figure in the world of practice. He doesn't have to practice desperately to prove his worth to the sect, and he doesn't have to fight to death and compete for resources with others. The Taoist companions share the luck, and Ji Xiao has his own means to prolong his life, and maybe he will be able to take him to ascension in the future.
His presence makes 'God rewards hard work' like a joke.
After the co-registration ceremony that year, when people talked about him, most of them would say: "Beauty is beautiful, but it's a pity..."
Too bad it's a vulgar. Compared with Ji Xiao, who is very handsome, Meng Xueli's appearance is vulgar and unbearable. Due to the power of the real person Ji Xiao, half of the words were spoken, and the second half of the sentence was tacit.
In other people's caves, pine, cypress and green bamboo are planted, and they are tall and straight, while Meng Xueli grows vulgar hypericum flowers. Others raise cranes and bluebirds in their peaks, while Meng Xueli raises koi carps, which they say is for transport, and money mice, which they say is for money. He alone has lowered the realm of the entire Hanshan.
But when people talk about him at this time, there is no more envy, hatred and jealousy in the past, only complex feelings such as pity, sigh, schadenfreude, etc., as if the future will witness his tragic ending.