Jiang Nanjun was worried, and talked with Ling Xuanluo on the Lancang River for a while, and then urged him to hurry up on the road to rush back to Jiluo Mountain as soon as possible. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Xuanluo was about to summon the clouds, but his mood was disturbed again, and he asked, whether Nangong Xiang would really bring Sang Ya to the Central Plains.

Jiang Nanjun's elite gaze turned to the direction where the Bearded Divine Clan was located, and replied: "Namtso is a god, Nangong Xiang wants to move him, I'm afraid it won't be so easy." But in the lotus coffin, if the girl's body suddenly disappears, Namtso will not stop, it depends on him to raise the elephant, and then play some new tricks to hide the world. The only thing I know for sure is that it won't be long before Nangong Xiang will appear in front of us. ”

Ling Xuanluo's question, Jiang Nanjun had already answered it clearly, thinking of the patriarch, he said: "The Wuque Sect was disbanded, and the disciples of the year went their separate ways. The Namu patriarch didn't know that Xiangli was actually Sanya, and he always thought that it was his daughter who died. Therefore, after Xiangli was killed, if he quietly gave her the Soul Restoration Pill, it could be said that he would not know it. But he didn't do that, which is enough to prove that he is an open person. ”

Jiang Nanjun nodded in agreement, and he really wanted to see this god who was far away from the Central Plains again, but the Condor Alliance was imminent, and Jiluo Mountain still had many important matters to deal with, so they didn't have time to delay any longer.

Jiang Nanjun and Zhu Xing can't step on the sword to resist the wind, the three of them have to ride the clouds, and the way back is a little slower than when they come with Duan Xiao.

Zhuxing was confused, not knowing where the two of them were going with him, and he didn't go far before he was afraid, burying his head in the clouds and mist, whining and screaming.

His appearance reminded Ling Xuanluo of the scene when he was five years old and rode in the same cloud with Zhuyue. It was the first time he found himself lying on a cloud, flying high in the sky, and that novel feeling is still fresh in his memory.

Also out of fear, he got out of the cloud bed and bit Zhuyue. Now Zhuxing is afraid of being like this, is it the same as how he felt back then?

God created things to make people, and in just a few years, the master went quietly, and the uncle was inexplicable, so he became a child who needed someone to take care of and love, and he was already a world-famous Jiluo Liuxian.

Why is the world so impermanent? He sadly turned his gaze from the sky to look at Long Zhong's old Bamboo Star, and what he kept thinking about in his mind was the words of the Lancang God, and all kinds of things that happened after seeing the Bamboo Star from Yunqing's phantom talisman.

After all, Jiang Nanjun is a mortal body, and after this long toss, he has become tired, and he closed his eyes and knees alone, meditating in the clouds. But he was so worried that he couldn't rest quietly.

Ling Xuanluo didn't bother him, just looked at Zhuxing lovingly.

In recent days, every day he felt that his uncle was aging further, and his strength was even weaker than when he first met. He was anxious and uneasy, and from time to time he wanted to inject more true qi for him to boost his mind and delay the speed of aging. But every time he did this, he could clearly feel that there was a vibrating force in his body, fighting against him.

After a few times in a row, Zhuxing not only couldn't accept his internal strength, but instead looked painful due to the confrontation of the two forces. He was afraid of hurting his uncle, so he had to give up.

In fact, he has always had a question, but he has never had the opportunity to raise it. Now on the way home, no one disturbed him, he couldn't help it, pulled Zhuxing's head out of the mist, and whispered in his ear: "Uncle Shi, are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?" ”

If Zhu Xing pretended to be stupid, he would have reacted somewhat when he heard such a question, but after his eyes left the clouds, he just looked left and right blankly, as if whether it was blue sky or white clouds, it was very fresh to him, and Ling Xuanluo's words, he didn't hear them at all.

(To be continued.) )