Mozong is poor

"Suddenly remembered that there are still some gadgets stuffed in my refining furnace, I'll go back and fix it first, so you can play slowly!"

After Gu Gan took advantage of his words, he turned around and took a step, shrinking the ground into an inch, a step of thousands of miles.

In the blink of an eye, he could no longer be found, only the ending sound remained in place.

That man actually gave him a feeling of being unpredictable like a city lord.

Not to be messed with, not to be messed with.

Although he didn't really think about "lingering" like this half-dead, it would be too embarrassing if he lost to others.

It's not advisable, let's go back and look at the gadgets in the stove.

As for the painting fan real person...

Seeing that the two of them behave so closely, they are not lovers, but they must be acquaintances.

Jian Yuanhua watched the big man leave before his eyes, but did not do anything.

After the other party's voice fell completely, he turned his gaze back to Xiao Fan's face, and said with a smile: "Is that person acquainted with you?"

This is no nonsense!

He's been called by his name, so can he still be a stranger?

Hua Fan rolled his eyes inwardly, but his original expression remained on his face.

He was watched like this for a long while.

He also felt that this posture was a bit too shameful, and it always reminded him of those not-so-good memories back then.

For example, being forced to pretend to be the sweetheart that the other party wanted, and being forced to wear the clothes of a nun...

It's not too bad if I don't think about it, but when I think about it this time, my eyes are almost full of tears.

Back then, those female nuns who were jealous and often criticized him behind his back would know what kind of ruthless devil in the skin of infatuation was behind their beloved.

What kind of infatuation, what kind of wishful thinking, what kind of love and hatred, it's all staged!They are all here to show the various sects in the cultivation world!It was also for the white-bearded master who was aware of it but only half knew the identity of the devil!

Only he, who has been enslaved for many years and is forced to be another protagonist in the play, knows the truth of these things!

It's a pity that he died here in the end.

It's really bleak.

Trapped in memory, his eyes accidentally leaked some emotions.

Coincidentally, he was also captured by the devil, and his jaw hurt slightly, and he quickly regained his senses.

Even though he hadn't seen this devil for nearly ten thousand years, he still understood him as always.

Knowing that the other party has begun to be unhappy with his trance, he is also afraid that there will be some way to torture him.

Remembering what she asked him just now, she reluctantly pursed her lips and answered, "Yes."

Seeing this, Jian Yuanhua laughed lightly, and immediately put the painting fan in his arms.

The hand that had been on the painting fan's chin was now gently stroking the other's white and bloodless neck.

Like a sympathizer whispering to Huafan's ear, he said slowly: "I haven't seen you for many years, my little fan has learned to play with his temper."

The gate of the dead city was originally a place where people came and went.

But there is such a pair of broken sleeves, blocking the middle of the road, doing some things that are not easy to do in broad daylight.

The shorter man was completely nestled in the arms of the taller man, his head happened to be on the other's chin, and it was indeed a bit dazzling and warm to look at.

Fortunately, the short man's face was full of despair, which also gave the passers-by a little balance.

As for meddling.

No one wants to provoke unknown enemies.

There are countless strong people in the land of life, and no one knows how much the other party has cultivated. Unless it is a life-and-death enmity, they will not attack easily.

But now, those two people are willing to stand in the middle of the road for them to watch the show, so they just block.

Jian Yuanhua's hand was still wandering around the neck of the painting fan, but his brows were slightly frowned.

The pulsating touch of the past has disappeared.

Who bullied his little fan?

Thinking so.

As soon as the strength in the hand was lightened, the threatening caress also changed, and it even went down more and more.

"What are you doing!" Hua Fan couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed the other's restless hand.

He likes to watch the excitement, but he really doesn't like being viewed as the excitement by others.

In the past, he had no choice but to be put on airs by this devil, but now that he has been unrestrained for thousands of years, he really can't bear the gazes of so many people anymore!

"Nothing." Jian Yuanhua squeezed the somewhat cold claws of the painting fan with his backhand, turned his head to look in the direction of the city gate, and said softly, "The people who were waiting are here too."

Letting go of his embrace, he still held the hand that was trying to break free, and said as he walked, "Let's go, my little fan."

What can I do if I still can't beat the devil's painting fan after ten thousand years.

I can only ignore the scrutinizing eyes around me, and then follow the other party expressionlessly.

He would have escaped first, but he had to be able to escape first.

After a while.

The painting fan was brought to the city lord at the gate of the city.

Just looking at the devil like this, he greeted the city lord of the dead city who was usually seldom talkative.

Sentence after sentence, leaving out those words that he didn't want to guess too much, he didn't want to mention them, and his heart was cold.

The city lords came out to greet the guests in person, and they were willing to spare time to talk nonsense.

How can you not see how powerful this guy is.

After all, he has been in this place of birth for thousands of years, but he has never heard of the city lord treating other people so favorably.

Just when Huafan felt that life was hopeless.

In the Chuhong world outside the land of birth, the whole night has passed.

The sun is rising, and the warm yellow sunlight is not so dazzling.

Gu Yifei also turned his eyes from Mo Youning's eyes to Nian'er who just woke up in his brother's arms.

First, he told his elder brother about the breakfast that Nian'er was going to eat, and then took out the chick that was pretending to be dead in his arms and handed it to his nephew, and whispered something.

After finishing these, he will continue to work on the affairs of the sect.

Those monks outside who were staring at him are still there!

As for the abnormality on my body, I mentioned it to my elder brother in the evening, but even my elder brother searched for the whole night, but couldn't find anything wrong.

And the elder brother's spiritual power is too domineering, so it's not good to keep it in his body, so he can only suppress it for the time being, and then let him go to Old Man Lu during the day for the other party to investigate carefully.

Strange to say.

He had already made a breakthrough in his cultivation in the secret realm of the Immortal Mansion.

Maybe it's because of... the double cultivation, when I let go of the suppression of my cultivation, I already felt that I had improved to a great level.

And when he came back to Chuhong's small world through the void from the land of birth, he also noticed the loosening of his cultivation, and even had a premonition that thunder disaster was coming soon.

But in that thought.

The cultivation bases that wanted to meet the thunder disaster all retreated.

It has become the appearance of the current Nascent Soul.If there is any difference from his Yuanying Fangcheng, it is that the Yuanying in the dantian has been condensed to seven or eight points, and his appearance is not as rough as it was at the beginning.

Suppress distracting thoughts.

Gu Yifei took one last look at Mo Youning, got up and left here too.

Remember that today I also made an appointment with the abbot of Konglei Temple, no matter what, the other party has protected him from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, so we can't be late.

Wan Mozong's invitation was also quite sincere.

The address chosen was neither the Wanmo Sect nor the Konglei Temple, but the inn opened by the Konglei Temple... the opposite of the spiritual food inn opened by the Zongmen in Huangyun City.

When Gu Yifei arrived, the sun was already high above his head.

As soon as he entered the Desolate Cloud City, he saw that the current Desolate Cloud City was different from the previous one, and it was obviously much more lively.

When I walked to the other side of my inn, I realized that there were indeed a lot of people, and those monks I met yesterday more or less appeared nearby!

This treasure has indeed attracted many people.If you want to come to your own inn, you will make some money.

His appearance also attracted the attention of many people.

After all, he still bears the title of the suzerain of the Wanmo sect, and he used his elder brother's backing to play a big role yesterday.

Without looking at the monks around, Gu Yifei strode directly into the relatively simple shop opposite his own inn.

As soon as he entered, the familiar bald head and his own left protector greeted him.

Ignoring the veiled or naked glances of the monks in the inn, he followed Huijing and Guardian Zuo directly upstairs.

When he reached a secluded room far away, Huijing signaled him to go in.

Gu Yifei pushed the door open and entered.

Then I saw the abbot sitting on the table in the outer room pouring tea and waiting for him.

"Abbot, I haven't seen you for a long time. Just by looking at you, you know that Dharma Yu is diligent!"

He still praised the abbot with the same sentence as before, walked up to the abbot and sat down, and couldn't wait to pick up the tea on the table, and took a small sip.

"Bodhi Quchen Tea is getting sweeter and sweeter!"

The abbot shook his head helplessly when he heard this, and replied, "Sect Master Gu is starting to joke again."

"I'm telling the truth." After speaking, Gu Yifei drank the tea in the cup in small sips, and put down the cup when there was the last sip left.

Knowing the monk's "Buddha saying" that he had to go around ten or eight times when speaking, and also knowing that the abbot in front of him is a strong opponent among them, he didn't bend the corner. My Myriad Demon Sect, but why?"

"The magic weapon comes from the twelve lotus seats. Since it has a destiny with the Wanmo Sect and you, we must help each other." The abbot turned the prayer beads in his hand and quickly answered.

Gu Yifei didn't expect that the other party would say it directly.

But it's the same as if he didn't say it, and he guessed a little bit about it.

He also didn't believe that he could give up this half-celestial artifact just by relying on the word "destiny".

He asked several questions in detail.

But they were all called back by 'Youyuan'.

Still thinking about asking more questions, the abbot said something different.

"The time has not come yet, Sect Master Gu, please come back."

After finishing speaking, the abbot immediately closed his eyes and began to turn the prayer beads in his hand.

Did he just speak out and drive people away?

Gu Yifei wanted to struggle again, but no matter how much he asked, the abbot didn't respond much, and concentrated on turning the beads in his hand.

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the round beads one after another.

There was no other way but to hold his breath and leave first.

After the door closes.

The abbot just opened his eyes, stood up, clasped his hands and walked into the room.

Slowly bowed to the white-browed boy who was sitting on the futon on the bed and twirling the dark Buddhist beads.

"It's messed up, she actually made a move."

The young man opened his eyes full of vicissitudes, and said this sentence with a sigh.