Xuanmen Little Ancestor

Luo Qinglian was not happy anymore, she pouted her mouth in displeasure and was a bit self-closing.

When Rong Jiuxiao saw this, he also found it funny, so he kindly changed the subject.

"You know the origin of your old man today, so you dare to fool his little apprentice in front of him." Rong Jiuxiao said.

"I don't know, but I should barely be considered a master." Luo Qinglian became interested, not because he was interested in Tang Taiyan, but as long as Rong Jiuxiao talked to him, he felt comfortable.

Rong Jiuxiao turned a corner in the car, got on the highway, and said, "That is the head of the Meishan Sect, the number one master of Taoism in China."

Luo Qinglian thought for a while and said, "I've never heard of the Meishan School."

Rong Jiuxiao said: "Then you are really a little ignorant."

Luo Qinglian: "..."

Luo Qinglian was not convinced, and said: "The name of the Meishan School was thought up by someone with a long bun on the head. My eyebrows are also unlucky. I'm afraid that if I didn't choose this name, it would make me unlucky."

Rong Jiuxiao glanced at Luo Qinglian, and said: "Since you have studied the names of the five elements, you should know that you can't judge the depth from the homophony alone. Meishan looks like black eyebrows, but red plums are everywhere, and it is not black from a distance, so I chose it. Eyebrow characters. The Meishan School majors in Plum Blossom Yishu, learns Xiangxue, and divination is the most powerful."

Luo Qinglian's eyes lit up, and she said: "If you want to say this, Meishan will indeed have something to say, and I will say that Huo Liushen can't even see such a simple question, so it turns out that the goods are not right."

Rong Jiuxiao: "..."

The silk-wrapping spell is probably not a simple problem for Taoist disciples.

Luo Qinglian looked at Rong Jiuxiao and said, "Brother Jiu, is it possible that you are also a fellow?"

From the first time he met Rong Jiuxiao, he found that he couldn't see Rong Jiuxiao's future in life, old age, sickness, and death. He could only rely on a sense of heaven to detect that this person was blessed by luck and not a thing in the pool.

Luo Qinglian has lived for thousands of years, and she thinks that all kinds of people have changed. From the Ziwei emperor star down to the mortal monarch, down to the famine refugee who has tasted all kinds of meals and struggled to survive, they each have their own destiny. , each has its own destiny.

However, it was the first time for Rong Jiuxiao to let him see mountains instead of mountains and waters.

Logically speaking, Luo Qinglian could see at a glance whether someone could go all the way to Taoism, whether it was possible to open the eyes of the sky, but when it came to Rong Jiuxiao, it was not enough.

Rong Jiuxiao glanced at Luo Qinglian and said, "I believe in science."

Luo Qinglian: "..."

The car was about to reach a bridge, when Luo Qinglian's eyelids suddenly twitched, and just as she yelled "Stop", Rong Jiuxiao stepped on the brakes at the same time, and the car behind couldn't dodge it, and hit her head with a "bang" on the buttocks of the car.

Luo Qinglian's head hit the glass window next to her in an instant, making him a little dizzy.

The driver at the back got out of the car and yelled at Rong Jiuxiao: "You're fucking sick, stop here, you're tired of work!"

Rong Jiuxiao turned a deaf ear to it, pursing her red lips slightly.

In the next second, the bridge in front of me collapsed from the middle, and the car moving on it fell down along with the fine steel and cement.

The driver's eyes widened, he was stunned, and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"This, this fucking bridge collapsed?!"

"My God, the car was crushed, so hurry up and call 120 to save people!"

The beeping of the car became one, and soon there were crying and screaming, and the scene was chaotic.

Rong Jiuxiao pressed the center of his eyebrows, picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

Luo Qinglian's eyelids twitched, she took a deep breath and unfastened her seat belt, and said to Rong Jiuxiao, "Brother Jiu, sit here and don't move around, I'll come as soon as I go."

Before Rong Jiuxiao could speak, Luo Qinglian opened the car door and ran out.

Before getting on the bridge here, Luo Qinglian jumped off the road and ran towards the chaotic place where cement and cars were mixed.

Luo Qinglian saw a dozen or so unconscious ghosts standing up from the ruins, including a few children.

The soul-detaining ghost messenger came over a little bit, and dragged the new ghosts away without saying a word.

Luo Qinglian sighed, pinched a formula in her hand to search for the living, and found a small baby still alive under a big rock.

However, his anger was almost gone, and he would definitely not be able to wait for the ambulance to arrive.

Luo Qinglian sank into her dantian, took a deep breath, grasped the slenderest ends of the big stone with both hands, and lifted the mountain with overwhelming energy, and hugged the stone in a single stroke.

He threw the stone aside, and immediately climbed into the broken car window and hugged the blood-stained baby out.

In the next second, he was carried out by the waist.

"Hold the glass directly with your hands, you are too careless." Rong Jiuxiao frowned and looked at the blood on Luo Qinglian's hand, and a nameless anger slowly rose.

He didn't expect Luo Qinglian to run down and raise stones with bare hands to save people. It's impossible not to be shocked, but this little thing really doesn't have any common sense. is blood.