Jia Jia returned to the house and sat down, took out a new storage bag, and began to divide the spirit stones.

This was the first time Qin Zhaohe had left her, and Jia Jia suddenly had a feeling that a disciple was going to travel far away when he grew up, although this trip was not far. The spirit stone has to be prepared, what else do you need to prepare? Jia Jia hesitated.

When she apprenticed, she was already past the age of a young child, and although the master was busy at that time, this gold-lettered signboard was enough to protect her sect from acting at will, not to mention that there was Gu Lang to escort her at that time, to be honest, she had hardly experienced such a young journey.

But now that she is a teacher, she inevitably has to put herself in her shoes, assuming that she is a young child who travels far away to see what she needs. The stack of protective and hidden arrays that he carved were to be put in, a protective robe, a hairpin-like magic weapon, and a pair of speeding boots. A few bottles of the necessary tonic elixir, three rejuvenation pills from Chen Huaxuan. A bunch of all sorts of talismans. One hundred paper cranes.

"What's missing?" she pondered, holding the storage bag.

"It's almost a reminder. There was some tiredness in his voice, "The monk is traveling far away, and the advice of the elders is very important. It's not far away, but you still have to teach him, after all, he's only seven years old, and even if he's precocious, he's still a child. ”

Jia Jia nodded, prepared her things, and went to the next door.

When he entered the house, Qin Zhaohe was also sitting in the room, as if he thought that he would have to travel far tomorrow morning, and he was a little excited and couldn't calm down to cultivate.

Jia Jia couldn't remember the first time she had to travel far away, at that time, she was just a small handyman, and all she wanted all year round was to earn more spirit stones, enough for daily cultivation.

"Since you can't settle down, let's come and sit!" Jia Jia smiled, walked to the stool in the room and sat down.

Seeing the little boy walking to her step by step, although he was still young, he was born with magnificent sideburns, and he could vaguely see a little bit of the future style, this appearance did not know how many girls would stop and admire in the future. Jia Jia has a bit of a feeling that my family has just grown up.

couldn't help but reach out and touch his head: "Showa, the first time you went out to practice, I only gave you one sentence for the teacher." ”

"Master, please speak, the disciple will keep it in mind!" the little boy snapped his hand and looked at it with a serious face.

"You can't have the heart to hurt people, and you can't have the heart to defend people!"

The young man's eyes shone brightly for a moment, and then he knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to Jia Jia again: "Disciple, remember the teachings of the master!"

Handing over the storage bag, the young man swept the contents of the storage bag with a little surprise.

"The reason why the teacher didn't give you these magic weapons was because he was afraid that you would rely too much on these magic weapons and magic weapons, so that you forgot that the strongest monk belongs to himself. But this time is different, you have to go out to practice, naturally your safety is the most important, everything else is false. Jia Jia said and withdrew her hand, "You have always been precocious, and you don't even need to teach you anything as a teacher, but you have seen too little in this world after all! ”

The young man's fist clenched tightly: "Disciple, remember the teachings of the master!"

......

On the second day, watching Qin Zhaohe and the little monk who built the foundation leave, Jia Jia felt both a faint sense of loss and a little relief in her heart, which was difficult to describe in real words.

On the sea six hundred miles away from Abbot Island, there were two Shenzhou monks sitting and standing.

The monk sitting in a large disc described the withered tree as a rare old man in the cultivation world, but he didn't care at all, and even looked at the monk who was standing on top of a magic weapon in the shape of a folding fan, with a somewhat chivalrous face: "Weidong, those three people are not in Penglai, nor in Yingzhou, nine times out of ten they went to Fangzhang Island! Don't you know that Fangren Island is Fang Ren......'s lair?

It was none other than the famous veteran Tibetan God monk Fu Qingniu in Kunlun who scolded in a low voice.

Standing on the folding fan, Wei Dong, who had a graceful appearance, stretched out his hand to press the somewhat messy hairstyle that was blown by the wind, and smiled bitterly: "It's useless for you to scold them here, it's better to go to the island and take a look!"

"It's easy to say!" Fu Qingniu's eyes rolled, "The old man heard the news, Fang Ren is on Abbot Island, we want to go to the island, do you think it will be easy?"

"Then dress up in disguise!" Wei Dong touched his nose, Fu Qingniu choked, he was used to it, and he didn't care, it was a big deal to go in the left ear and out the right ear.

"Joke! I need to dress up in disguise, it's a big deal!" Fu Qingniu stood up from the magic weapon, with a murderous expression, "Just level his palm-sized place!"

"Yiping?" Wei Dong looked at Fu Qingniu, a little speechless for a while, and after a while, he said, "Are you Fang Ren a dead man?" What's more, there are people like Zuo Shaoxin behind Fang Ren!"

"I, Fu Qing Niu, stand up to the sky and the earth! Why do I have to act in disguise, it's a big deal to end up together!" Fu Qing Niu snorted coldly, squinting in the direction of Abbot Island.

"But ......" Wei Dong looked at Fu Qingniu, the corners of his mouth twitched a little, "Wei doesn't want to die!"

"Phew!" Fu Qingniu "spitted" at him, "Wei Dong, you are a dignified Tibetan God monk, you are so cowardly, don't you want outsiders to laugh at me Kunlun?

"It also depends on why you died?" Wei Donggan laughed twice and pointed in the direction of Abbot Island, "Dying in order to move Abbot Island is obviously to leave a stench for 10,000 years, Wei doesn't want to do it!"

"Weidong, you ......" Fu Qingniu wanted to scold.

But a chuckle sounded in his ears: "Hehehe, Wei Zhenren's idea is normal, Fu Qingniu, don't you want to be strong!"

"Zhang Mingxi!" Fu Qingniu's thick eyebrows were raised, the matter above the East China Sea had not yet reached Shenzhou, of course, Mo Xingjiu deliberately did not allow it to be spread, so Fu Qingniu did not know the news of Zhang Mingxi's "rebellion", otherwise, he would really have to jump up regardless of it and slap Zhang Mingxi to death.

"Don't talk nonsense, Zhang Mingxi, have you colluded with Fang Ren?" Fu Qingniu stared at a pair of bull's eyes, looked at Zhang Mingxi, and jumped up to do it as if he was ready to wait for him to respond lightly.

"Hehehe!" Zhang Mingxi changed into a pair of black jade dice, did not answer, just looked at Fu Qingniu with a smile, "What are you two doing in the East China Sea?"

"It's not about you!"

"Find that dead girl from Lian Jiajia!"

The two voices sounded at the same time, Wei Dong rubbed his forehead with a headache, and was not ready to speak again.