Yunluo Peak.
Jue Yunzi, who had just sorted out the expenses of the sect last month, walked to the lawn at the back of the palace for a walk. At this moment, the weeds that had already lost their blue color stood up one by one, and there were still many white or blue buds. Blooming in an instant, the flowers are fragrant and wild.
Zhu Yanfeng is beside the tree of meditation.
The ancestor of the blood tree, who was gently fanning the sleeping Yan Yue, suddenly raised his head, and he felt that it was a terrible power full of vitality.
Under the mobilization of this power, its body continued to split and reorganize, and those old and dark wounds were so miraculously healed, and it also had a premonition of its own calamity.
"… "
Still in the bamboo forest.
An Lan felt a little emotion in her heart.
The moonlight that day was as bright as today.
She was just out for a walk, but she wanted to go out on a whim while bathing in the moonlight.
This thought was out of control for a lifetime.
After hesitating for a moment, she got up and flew out of Duxianmen.
She has no destination.
She picked a random direction.
She passed through the night, through the dawn, and finally came to a small town bathed in the morning light.
She walked slowly on the street, and after a long time, she stopped in front of a fruit stand.
At that moment, she felt that she had passed through more than 400 years of time, and even through tens of thousands of years of wind and rain.
Her restless heart suddenly calmed down.
Wearing a white cloud-patterned robe, she regained her former elegance.
The noisy voices passed away like a galloping carriage.
Pedestrians rubbing shoulders have also turned into gray-white background boards.
In the end, only the fifteen-year-old girl standing in front of the fruit stand was left in her eyes.
The girl's body was full of dead words, and the words were stacked together like a black silk jumpsuit.
They looked at each other.
They come together.
"Would you like to be my eldest disciple and follow me to practice the technique of longevity?"
Their fate is thus concluded!
An Lan will always remember.
That was her first time with Bai Lian.
Coincidence that feels unreal.
Chapter 37 Bai Lian, Save Me! Two in One
Xiao Jinse wanted to stay.
The end of the year is approaching, even if you want to go out to practice, it shouldn't be this time.
But when she saw the back of the stretching master halfway up the mountain, she felt guilty.
What happened not so long ago is still vivid in my mind.
At this time, if she doesn't want to leave, she might be tortured when the master comes back.
let's go.
After seeing the Fourth Junior Sister who had successfully condensed Nascent Soul, she finally strengthened her confidence in going out to practice.
She is Qiong Mingfeng's second child, if she can't stand up, won't it make other people laugh
Those people just laughed at her.
Anyway, she has lived in such a harsh environment since she was a child.
She was afraid that those people would laugh at Senior Sister Bai.
Bastard stuff.
Senior Sister Bai, can I know better than you
But no way.
Xiao Jinse knew that those black fans of Senior Sister Bai were unreasonable.
"Yuan Ying period, I can too!"
Xiao Jinse tightened the snow blowing sword in his hand.
Passion is burning.
Blood is boiling.
After getting through the obstacles on the road ahead, she even jumped while walking.
In general, this misunderstanding has many benefits!
First, she is now more motivated to practice.
Second, she has successfully narrowed her relationship with her master.
Third, she has greatly improved her status in Qiongming Peak, the fourth sister is grateful to her, and the fifth sister is also closer to her.
As for Su Youwei...
That dead dwarf doesn't care.
He is small, and he speaks condescendingly, referring to Su Youwei!
They were lifelong enemies, and they couldn't pee in a pot.
Now that the two of them have grasped each other's weaknesses, and Senior Sister Bai is on top, unless the trouble gets to the point of breaking out, they won't be able to uncover each other's bottom line for the time being and attack the depths of each other's weaknesses.
With this thought in mind.
In mid-October, Xiao Jinse attended Su Youwei's aunt's wedding along with other teachers and sisters.
Because both the bride and groom have very few relatives, the wedding process was kept simple.
Even so, the wedding was still lively.
But what impressed Xiao Jinse the most was not the chef's craftsmanship, but the scene when the bride appeared in a red wedding dress.
Under the bright light, she vaguely saw in the air the gradually charming stars.
man.
There are troughs.
There are peaks.
She is like this, and so is Senior Sister Bai.
However, whether it's the peak or the trough, she has benefited a lot from it now, and she lingered on it.
after the wedding.
Xiao Jinse put on a white light robe, combed his long hair into a single ponytail, and then carried the Chuixue epee behind him.
In this way, she finally got rid of the immaturity of the past, and she looked a little heroic.
Her destination is the Huoling Mountains in the south of Duxianmen.
It was a barren land adjacent to the boundless sea, with 100,000 mountains that stretched endlessly and beasts running rampant. It was the best test place for her, who was in desperate need of fire-type spirits.
However, when she was about to leave, she encountered a little accident.
That afternoon.
When she and Fourth Junior Sister embraced each other and felt each other's broad chest, Su Youwei, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly came out from the side.
Xiao Jinse: "?"
Su Youwei also took off the chest-length shirt and skirt that showed Xiaojiabiyu's temperament.
She was wearing a black bunt, a small bamboo hat on her head, and an old version of the Wushou sword that Bai Lian had given her on her waist.
She stood proudly among the rocks blown by the cold wind.
At this time, as soon as she washed away her rash and rash style, she carried a spirit that was not triggered in the peace.
There was no blood on her sword.
Those are gone with the wind.
All that remains now is the stubbornness to set sail again.
Like Mars hitting Earth.