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Bai Ze looked at his master silently, remembering that his Taoist master once taught them that cultivating immortals must have backbone.
Hehe, anyway, he couldn't see the word "backbone" from his master, but "shameless" can be seen clearly.
Qing Xuan was about to hug Bai Chuwei's thigh, and she said with snot and tears: "Thanks to Senior Bai's care, our Qingxuan Temple has developed rapidly in the past half a year, so the 'Juxian Conference' fell on our Qingxuan Temple. body."
Qingxuan was a little embarrassed: "But our Qingxuan Temple is relatively poor..."
Bai Chuwei said bluntly: "If you don't have money, don't borrow it, get out."
To borrow money
If you don't give money to honor your ancestors, you still want to make money from her? That is absolutely impossible.
Qing Xuan waved his hand: "Senior Bai, this junior is not here to borrow money. I just want to ask you, where is the best place to hold it?"
There are many large and small cultivation organizations in the world, as huge as the dark night, and they have also held immortal gathering conferences.
The location of the Juxian Conference is not something that can be solved by any random five-star hotel.
If the place is too shabby, it must be ridiculed.
After Qing Xuan thought about it, he really couldn't find any spiritual ground to hold the Immortal Gathering Conference, so he could only run to Bai Chuwei.
Bai Chuwei's eyes widened, and she suddenly became interested: "Are there many practitioners participating in the gathering of immortals?"
Qing Xuan nodded: "As long as monks with spiritual roots can come in, it can be regarded as a large-scale exchange meeting. Hundreds of monks came here just three years ago."
Bai Chuwei's eyes fell on the "Xuanhai Linggu" on the prescription in her hand, and her beautiful lips lifted gently.
very good.
Bai Chuwei took a hairpin from Rumo's hair, and the long hair fell down like a waterfall.
Qing Xuan took it with both hands, a little dazed, and then asked cautiously: "Senior Bai, is this hairpin..."
Bai Chuwei looked calm: "This hairpin is a space magic weapon, which contains five islands and ten states. I will teach you an opening formula, place the island in the middle of the sea, and hold it there."
"Puttong", "Puttong", the sound of two knees hitting the ground suddenly sounded.
Bai Chuwei squinted and looked down at Qing Xuan and Bai Ze with disgust, "No promise."
Qing Xuan's face flushed with excitement, and he almost roared.
Goto and Ten Prefectures!
This is the fairyland recorded in ancient books!
He had read it in ancient books before, and at that time it was just a fairy tale book, but it turned out to be... Really
Some netizens on the Internet speculate that Bai Chuwei stole the first emperor's elixir, bah bah bah, Qingxuan and Bai Ze think... Bai Chuwei may be the master of the elixir!
This thigh is really hugging right.
You can't borrow money.
Borrowing the fairyland, the ancestors gave it without blinking an eye!
Half an hour later, Qingxuan rushed back to Qingxuan Temple with Bai Chuwei's hairpin, and summoned the upper and lower disciples to distribute invitation letters.
The location is fixed.
The immortal island above the sea between China and A!
Xu Xingchen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Tong Qingyan, who was bloodless on the bed, with heartache.
Jiao Peng's master was reluctant to give the too-good elixir, so he took out something to hang Tong Qingyan's life.
Xu Xingchen looked at Tong Qingyan's sad face, and suddenly hesitant in his heart.
He really likes Tong Qingyan, but if she goes on like this, he is still so young and can't spend it on her all the time, right
When Xu Xingchen was considering whether to give up, Jiao Peng's hearty laughter came from outside the door:
"Xingchen, Qingyan is saved, the location of the triennial gathering of immortals has been set!"