As the last five people related to the Demon Sword, Jia Jia and others were ordered not to leave Kunlun for a single step, even Mingding City could not go. This matter was discussed by Miao Wuhua in person, and they couldn't refute it. Because of this, the wind and rain stirred up by the foreign demon sword, a few people know that it is just a mess, that's all, and a few people don't know about the situation of the monks who were killed and injured because of this.

Seeing that the Demon Sword was about to be disturbed for a long time, several people simply greeted each other and began to retreat, concentrating on cultivation.

As soon as she got out, she made a water purification spell and cleaned the house inside and out, and then went out, ready to walk around at will.

When passing by Yunkai Academy, Jia Jia went in and took a turn, but no one recognized her. The people who entered Yunkai Academy were all young genius monks, and Jia Jia, who was almost 200 years old, really didn't have the opportunity to recognize those young talents. Only occasionally one or two little monks looked at her curiously, and some even pinched the magic weapon that could see through the cultivation and secretly aimed at Jia Jia, after seeing through her cultivation, they all looked at her with curious eyes, pointing and pointing for a long time, but in the end, no one knew her cultivation, only cautiously guessed which real person in Kunlun was this.

Inexplicably, Jia Jia remembered the first batch of students of Yunkai Academy that she met when she was teaching at Yunkai Academy, the same young genius, or the same radiant spirit, but in Jia Jia's memory, the first batch of young geniuses were the most wanton, and the students of Yunkai Academy also had more than a dozen of them today. Leave the curious glances of the young monks behind.

Go all the way until you see the Hall of Treasures. After a pause, he walked in the direction of the famous Treasure Palace. There was still silence in the nameless treasure hall. But as if there had been no monk in the room for a long time, Jia Jia stepped forward and flipped through the jade slip, staining his hand with ashes. Throwing a dust removal spell and blowing it slightly, Jia Jia casually opened a jade slip and looked at it. I looked at it for a long time, and when Jia Jia put down the jade slip in his hand, it was already the moon and stars outside, and it was night.

Jia Jia had no intention of spending the night in the Mingwu Treasure Palace, and hurriedly put down the jade slip in her hand and planned to leave, passing by the stairs that led to the second floor. But the corner of his eye swept away, and he swept a glittering green light.

Jia Jia couldn't help but be curious, although she was addicted to the world of jade slips, if someone came in from outside, she should not be aware of her sensitivity to external objects.

Could it be that someone has been on it for a long time? Jia Jia was curious, turned her feet, stepped on the stairs, and felt that something was wrong as soon as she stepped on it, although she had not been to the Hall of Treasures for a long time. But when you go up and go back to the Mingwu Treasure Palace, this staircase should never be so shaky, shaking three times in one step.

With the sound of the "crunching" stairs swaying, Jia Jia walked with fear. I always feel like I'm going to step on this wooden staircase if I'm not careful.

I want to tell the monks who guard the temple, how can this treasureless hall also be the location of the Kunlun Secret Record Sect, and he has become like this. Thinking about it, Mei Qihe didn't have much face when he saw this situation, and Jia Jia thought to himself.

When stepping on the last staircase. Jia Jia's intuition suddenly emptied her feet, although her mind was blank. The body has already reacted, jumping into the air, but the height of this jump has not been mastered, "bang", the head hit the roof heavily, and then there was a loud noise, the rickety wooden staircase collapsed, scattered to the ground.

Jia Jia supported the head that hurt a little, and stood staggering against the wall, and there was really a sense of ridicule in her heart. Stepping on the stairs of the Nano Treasure Hall and crashing into the roof of the second floor of the Nano Treasure Hall. Jia Jia only felt that she had been cultivating the Tao for more than 200 years, and she had never heard of it. In case she was asked to pay a compensation, Jia Jia was trembling just thinking about it, and she had such a big disaster as soon as she got out of the pass, Jia Jia only felt that she was quite like the original mark on this matter. It's not a good thing to be like the original scar, Jia Jia twitched the corner of her mouth.

Jia Jia rubbed her forehead and looked at the source of the green light, but the second floor of the Ming Wubao Hall was not lit, and there was a huge black shadow next to the little green light, looking at the gloom.

As soon as he was about to speak, he saw the huge black shadow move, as if it had turned around, and after a while, a male voice sounded: "Lian Jiajia, scared me to death, what are you doing?"

This voice was familiar, Jia Jia was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and gave him a blank look: "Zhu Xingyuan, what are you doing in the famous Wubao Palace at night, fortunately, Kunlun does not raise ghosts and gods." ”

Zhu Xingyuan snorted coldly, but he was not polite at all: "Don't you know when you give me a blank look?

Jia Jia was not half embarrassed by what he said, facing Zhu Xingyuan, she was not thin-skinned: "What are you doing here to get a green thing?" There is a layer of ash in the Ming Wubao Palace, and the monks who guard the hall do not clean it, and so do the stairs. ”

Zhu Xingyuan was only silent for a long time about Jia Jia's complaints, as if he was observing the green thing, and then replied without raising his head: "If it weren't for the head of the sect and Miao Zhenren asking me to come here to have a look, do you think I want to come? Although he carefully observed the things in his hand, he did not show any mercy in his mouth, "I heard that you only paid off the debt of the Zongwu Hall not long ago, hehe, now you owe another one, and I think it will not be long before the entire Kunlun will know that you have not even paid the debts of the great real people." ”

"You ......" Jia Jia was speechless for a while, and her face was blue and white, which was very unsightly.

Zhu Xingyuan on the other end was still making persistent efforts: "You probably don't pay much attention to those little things. I heard that now the affairs of the Inner Wufeng Sect Hall have been handed over to the Mingguang Zhenren in the Yuan Infant Period, Mingguang Zhenren Do you know which one it is? I am in a good mood, so I will remind you that his surname is Zhuang, and there is a junior in his family called Zhuang Ziqiao, and he should call you a senior aunt in theory, and now the patriarch of the Zhuang family is also a person from the Law Enforcement Hall, called Zhuang Zizhan, I heard that he has a little friendship with you. ”

The more Zhu Xingyuan said, the more ugly Jia Jia's face became, and she was very impressed by this Mingguang real person. Since her foundation building period, there has been a saying in the Kunlun Peaks: "I'd rather believe that there are ghosts in this world than believe in Mingguang's mouth." ”

There are hundreds of thousands of monks in Kunlun, some of whom are known for their handsomeness and uncasting, such as Shen Liguang, the head of the famous peak; some are known for their cultivation as the realm, such as the first person in Kunlun, Miao Wuhua; some are known for their prestige, such as the famous Tibetan sword gentleman Qin Ya; some are known for their resourcefulness, such as Zhu Xingyuan, who is known as the Kunlun think tank. Among these "special" monks, Mingguang Zhenren is also one of them, well, known for talking nonsense. (To be continued.) )