Mei Qihe was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and nodded: "Yes!"

"What should I do then?" Mei Qihe frowned and paced back and forth for two steps, his eyes suddenly turned to Jia Jia, who was looking at her, and glanced at her up and down: "Why don't you go back to retreat? ”

Jia Jia glanced at him and did not speak.

However, what Mei Qihe wanted to say, she and the ancestor of the Lu family already knew, so she nodded slightly to Mei Qihe, and the two left.

Xu is Fu Qingniu had something in his heart, but he didn't pick the slightest thorn, and even Jia Jia was a little surprised.

After Jia Jia and the ancestor of the Lu family left, Mei Qihe thought for a while and said, "Fu Zhenren, I was just about to talk about this. Why don't you take this opportunity to retreat and shock out of the dust?"

Fu Qingniu was stunned for a moment, and rarely did not answer immediately.

In the past, when these words were mentioned, Fu Qingniu's reason was that he was a real person in the late stage of the Tibetan God who needed to protect Kunlun and prosper, and if he was closed, if there was anything, there would be less deterrence, but now: Lian Jia Jia is already the Great Perfection of the middle stage of the Tibetan God, and half a foot has stepped into the cultivation of the late stage of the Tibetan God, this reason seems to be a little too much. Fu Qingniu's face was a little stiff, and after a while, he still said the situation: "I don't have the slightest sense of penetration, even if I retreat, I don't know how long I will close." ”

If there is no investigation, there is no clue, and if this goes on for a long time, Fu Qingniu will die of old age in the late stage of the Tibetan God, but he didn't plan to hide it from Mei Qihe, so he said: "It's better to let the girl surnamed Lian try, the old man is afraid that it will be a little difficult." ”

Mei Qihe's face did not leak any emotion, and when he heard the words, he still had a calm face: "It's okay, Fu Zhenren." You have so many years of qualifications and experience, if you talk about advanced dust, you have always been the object of our hope. If someone has to be that Dust Monk, Fu Zhenren, I hope that person is you!"

Fu Qingniu was surprised and a little more excited at the same time, and walked back and forth in the hall for a while: "It's okay, the old man will retreat and work hard to impact the dust, this time, if you don't get out of the dust, you will never get out!"

Fu Qingniu's oath was loud.

"Good. Mei Qihe thought about it, looked at the back of Fu Qingniu striding away, but suddenly stopped him, "Fu Zhenren!"

"Huh?" Fu Qingniu frowned at him.

Mei Qihe waved at him, and after bowing heavily, he got up: "What is Dao? Why cultivate Zhen? What is an immortal? These are the three questions that Miao Zhenren left before leaving. ”

Fu Qingniu was stunned for a moment, but waved his hand impatiently: "I know, I don't need him to teach me, the old man is gone." ”

With that, Fu Qingniu turned and left.

Mei Qihe stood alone in the main hall, stretched out his hand to close the door of the hall, walked to the hall again and knelt down: "Master, the disciple is ashamed." ”

"Don't I know that Fu Zhenren is in and out of the dust? I respect him for being the first soldier, and I respect him for my Kunlun, but as the head of the Kunlun sect, Fu Zhenren is sometimes a little nonsense. I hope that Fu Zhenren can advance and succeed, but Fu Zhenren always makes his disciples feel that the future is bleak. I provoked Zhenren, seven points are indeed to hope that he can advance smoothly out of the dust, and the other three points do hope that Fu Zhenren will not be suppressed like this with my Kunlun juniors. Those children today don't care, who knows if there will be a plan in the future? Between one faction, if one day, the seniors and the younger generations compete, and the sects are not harmonious, it is not a good thing after all, and it is better to avoid it. Master, although the disciple acts with shame, he has a clear conscience. ”

Mei Qihe fell to the ground with a heavy bow.

"Tomorrow, I will come to Yunkai Academy, and the two of us can discuss the cloth of this human array. After leaving the main hall, the ancestor of the Lu family made a false salute to Jia Jia, and after Jia Jia returned the salute, the two parted ways.

After completely not seeing the figure of the ancestor of the Lu family, Jia Jia did not immediately return to his residence, but turned his eyes to the direction of the Tibetan Sword Peak, and after looking at it for a long time, he did not hold back after all, and stepped out with one foot, stepping on the footwork of the Snow Feather Feihong, but he leaned less, and the person was already standing under the upside-down waterfall of the Tibetan Sword Peak.

The overturned river has subsided, and the strange stone with the ancient seal of the word "Tibetan Sword" written on it lies quietly aside, watching the ups and downs of the Tibetan Sword Peak for more than 100,000 years.

The hanging waterfall of the tree was still straight down, but I don't know if it was her illusion, it was much wider than before, and due to the vibration of the square, there were a few more cracks on the black stone walls on both sides. Jia Jia stopped and stopped, walked all the way backwards, and stopped when he walked to the Hidden Sword Peak Kendo Hall.

After the panic just now, the rejuvenated Hidden Sword Peak has returned to its former tranquility.

Behind him, in the kendo hall, many young monks were competing with swords inside, even if they were standing here, Jia Jia could still hear the sound of intermittent sword qi rising.

Jia Jia smiled, and the passing sword cultivator saluted her, but she only nodded slightly, and didn't say much.

Squint at the scene in front of you: black stone and white water, black stone cracks, the winding cracks gradually enlarged in Jia Jia's eyes, and the tiger and dragon are beginning to appear, flamboyant and raging.

The mountain is inky black, the water is plain white, the top of it is covered with clouds and mist, Jia Jia stretched out his hand to block the word "Tibetan sword" carved by the ancient seal, the more I looked at it, the more I was stunned, after a long time, the confusion in my eyes gradually dissipated, just like looking at an ancient painting that had been forgotten for hundreds of thousands of years.

Wei Dong saw such a scene when he walked from the law enforcement hall.

"Lian Zhenren, what are you doing?" Wei Dong stepped forward to say hello, although he was a little unwilling, but he was not a person who couldn't let go, he just walked to the Law Enforcement Hall, drank a cup of tea from the Law Enforcement Hall, and only calmed down before he left Kunlun and went to Zhongzhou.

was about to leave, but from a distance, he saw Lian Jiajia looking at this scene in a daze, so he couldn't help but come over.

"Wei Zhenren. The complexity in the nun's eyes dissipated and turned to indifference.

I still remember the little monk Jindan I saw at that time, at that time, although the little monk Jindan seemed indifferent in the eyes of outsiders, but in the end he lacked a little bit of experience accumulation, and he did not have the elegance of the baptism of time in front of him. Time gives people not only age and wrinkles, but also the elegance after carving, which is what Wei Dong has to admit that he didn't pay attention to the little monk Jindan back then, but today's female cultivators, even if they don't have the current cultivation, are already not to be underestimated.

"Just take a look. The nun was clearly reluctant to talk about it.

Wei Dong didn't expose it, but just glanced at the monks who came and went around him: "It's time for me to go back to Zhongzhou." ”

"Then I wish Wei Zhenren a smooth journey!" the female cultivator copied her hand.

Wei Dong replied: "Zhongzhou is far away, if you are flying up one day, you will come from thousands of miles away and send it off in person." ”

The nun nodded.

Wei Dong turned to leave, and the female cultivator behind him sang in a low voice: "Long years, all the past! The romantic years are gone, and they will not return......

Wei Dong only felt that the thousand years of time in his heart that he once did not want to recall, and Ji Ji longed for proof, seemed to have been lit by someone in it, and instantly illuminated that gray memory.

It's an old folk tune, and it's his favorite folk tune. When he first saw her, he used this tune to call out his juniors, and the juniors also included her; Is...... Wei Dong chewed secretly in his heart: This gift is very good for me.