Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure Chapter 219: 218.217.216.215.214.1
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Two days later, on the peak of Yangshuo, Yuan Lie was still studying seriously.
Zhao Hao looked at him several times, but he didn't even notice and ignored him.
Without the familiar feeling, Zhao Hao feels very confused in his life. This kid has taken the wrong medicine. Why is he suddenly like a different person?
"Don't look at me," Yuan Lie glanced at him indifferently, and said, "The next exam is not a multiple-choice question. Writing runes requires both standards and speed. If you have time, you should practice. "
Zhao Hao looked at him suspiciously.
Yuan Lie sneered and turned his head away. He didn't want to tell him that Wang Yin's luck was not used in this way!
Anyway, there is only one fragment, which is far behind me.
Using air luck with this thing, only counting the number of times, not counting the size, when he used it for the first time in the year, he got a chance to win a day, but he didn't react, so he took it for a day and spent a day with his brothers. Winning those brothers almost lost pants.
Baiying and Wushe two brothers even shouted at him to cheat and insisted to tear his clothes.
Then his father told him that this luck is enough for him to make a key choice in the battlefield situation and become an opportunity for winning or losing, and it is enough for an ordinary person to directly cultivate into a luck monk who rivals Jindan.
After that, he learned to cherish luck, don't have the key and never need to say it, like Zhao Hao, just open up the aura of luck, waste a moment of refreshment, crying and heartbroken when he regrets it.
He even thought that if his father hadn't drawn too much luck back then, Da Xuan would not have died so quickly.
The Daxuan princes at that time enjoyed the country for thousands of years, and their luck was so easy to use. There were often a lot of wastes, and even more actions of fighting luck. However, the commoner monks kept their official positions but couldn’t. Yes, so as soon as Emperor Daxuan goes, he will stand up as kings and fight with each other. If he wants to rebuild the mountains and rivers, there will be Taoist monks who will stand in the way.
But at the time, my father couldn't help it either. With so many lucky monks, so many palace nobles, if you don't smoke, I'm afraid that the civil strife will be in an instant, right?
Thinking of this, he raised his head and said to Zhao Hao: "If you lend me that piece of copper for a day, how about I put it on the Internet for a day?"
"Internet?" Zhao Hao had heard of this magical thing a long time ago, and couldn't help but wonder, "You are an outside door, can you also access the Internet?"
"With a little savings, I will pay you back in one day, can I swear, do it or not?" Yuan Lie asked calmly.
"This..." Zhao Hao hesitated, but he was too curious about the legendary net, so he said, "Then you swear first."
Yuan Lie posted calmly.
Zhao Hao handed him the copper sheet.
Yuan Lie took out from his pocket the spirit stone he had earned by posting a few short articles over the past few years and went out. He returned soon and handed Zhao Hao a net jue: "Infused with divine consciousness, you can use it. "
Zhao Hao took it away, and soon he was surprised and addicted, unable to extricate himself.
Yuan Lie touched the empty pocket, looked at the late sky, sighed, and walked out.
He took out his king seal and filled in the gap, but it was still two places missing, but it should be enough.
Several Guixiu silently appeared beside him. He nodded and followed them down Yangshuo Peak. If he expected it well, these people wanted to take him to a cliff in the south, where the terrain is dangerous and the people are rare. To, not to mention the distance, there is no spiritual growth, generally no one will go there.
The most important thing is that the mountain is outside the Kun-Lai Protectorate.
But as long as they sacrificed there, the Kun-Lai Array felt a little bit, and there was no problem.
What he wants is to be in progress, just to interrupt, to have a chance to win the spirit of the ghost. Grandpa II is no matter how strong, but his soul is not weak, and he is naturally integrated with the body. There is absolutely one Bozhili.
Upon Nanshan, he found that the scenery here was good, and the surrounding ghost repairs had begun to approach.
He closed his eyes silently, waiting for things to begin.
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Feng Qingxiu came to a mountain on the south side of Yangshuo Peak early. He has been at the outer gate for many years. There are usually few people here, but the scenery is good and the atmosphere is good, especially on August 15th, here to see the moon, But it's extremely beautiful.
But this kind of treatment means that the chief of his kind can feel the moonlight of fifteen. At this time, ordinary disciples can only memorize textbooks in the dormitory, so as to cope with the big exam at the end of the month, and borrow them one. They dare not come.
Thinking of this, he was a little proud. He quickly built a pavilion on the top of the mountain, moved a large pine tree, and sprinkled it with seeds and spirits. In less than an hour, the top of the barren mountain was already green. Yin, flowers bloom all over the ground.
He personally cleaned every corner of the pavilion, then carved various sceneries in Kun-Lai, painted with colorful paint, and then satisfactorily invited a bird demon: "I will sing well, know?"
The headed Nightingale nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, we will drink at the foot of the mountainside and will never disturb you."
Feng Qingxiu nodded with satisfaction, and opened a large bag of Yungua seeds: "This is for a fixed amount, you can divide it yourself."
Nightingale screamed joyfully. In the past few days, in order to raise the group of nephews, the brothers have not given him pocket money. He is so poor that he can only catch insects by himself. He hasn't eaten cloud melon seeds for a long time!
After dividing the seeds, the birds and beasts scattered, and they whispered softly in the mountains and forests. Their voices were ethereal and crisp, just like the sound of nature. If there were no gaps, people felt that this was a completely secluded valley.
Feng Qingxiu nodded, and asked in the void: "Are you okay?"
Ji Yunlai's helpless voice came from the void: "Alright, I haven't done it for a long time, my hands are born."
Feng Qingxiu nodded, then blushed and said seriously: "Yun, it's up to you this time. I will repay you well when I go back."
Ji Yun’s voice came from the void, with a bit of languidness, and the ending sound went up strangely: "Say okay~"
"Naturally!" Feng Qingxiu nodded vigorously, and then whispered, "What's up, give me first."
Ji Yunlai was speechless for a while, and sighed quietly: "Take it."
So he walked out of the void. He was wearing a pale robe, the color that a girl likes to wear, but it was not abrupt when he wore it on him, but it made him cold and lonely, especially moving under the moonlight.
Reaching out and waving his sleeves, he put out a pastry and a bowl of longevity noodles on the pavilion table.
Feng Qingxiu was a little coveted. He hadn't eaten A Yun's food yet, so he reached out and embezzled the bowl of shou noodles, with a serious expression: "Hurry up and make another one."
Then he took the pastry and left with satisfaction.
Ji Yunlai gave a chuckle, and returned to the void. Today, he doesn't plan to do any complicated eating, but just cook a few home-cooked dishes with spirit objects.
Actually, you can have a family gathering...
He feels a little satisfied, and feels that he can get the days of the day, and this journey is actually quite worthwhile.
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On the peak of Yangshuo, small buildings stand quietly among the forests.
Ji Mingyu was looking through the textbook boredly. After moving away from Bai Ruolan, she lived alone. This is how the outer door was. At the beginning, there were ten people crowded in one room, and then the number of people gradually decreased. It is common to have one person in the last room or even no one in the room, which invisibly increases the pressure on the remaining students.
Hey, my father is fascinated by the little goblin. I still have to visit my father tomorrow if he is free.
Just as she was thinking, she saw Feng Qingxiu's little fairy knocking at the door when she felt a move.
Ji Mingyu turned her head silently, she won't open it, hum!
Feng Qingxiu whispered: "Mingyu, today is your birthday. Your father prepared a small banquet for you and is waiting for you."
Slap!
The door was opened forcibly, Ji Mingyu's eyes widened, his small face almost touched his face, and excitedly asked: "What did you say?"
Feng Qingxiu said seriously: "Don't lie to you, let me go, and this!"
He took out a jade box, and after opening it, there were a few delicate snacks in it: "He made this for you himself!"
"Wow!" Mingyu grabbed it with force, almost wanting to go back to bed and roll a few times, but because the hostility towards the little fairy hadn't disappeared, she held it back hard and looked up at him, "Will you be so kind?"
She's not stupid. Her father hasn't given her her birthday for so long. It must be this handsome idea... So it seems, it seems, maybe - he is not a bad thing in front of his father?
Feng Qingxiu said sincerely and earnestly: "You like it."
"Hmph, I'm not so easy to be bought," Ji Mingyu hugged the jade box tightly and said anxiously, "Then let's go."
Feng Qingxiu could almost feel Xiaoyu's powerful tail wagging, and laughed quietly, "Follow me."
He took Ji Mingyu back to the top of the lonely mountain quickly.
Then, dumbfounded.
The flowers, flowers, and grasses have all withered, the ghosts between the pavilions are dense, and a young man covered in blood is trying to get up from the blood talisman formation on the ground, dozens of ghosts are on the side. Looking at them, there are countless small formations around them, with the sound of birds singing in the mountains and forests, there is an atmosphere that zombies will burst out at any time.
This kind of ghost place, it is said that this is the place of birthday, I am afraid it is a ghost, but I don't believe it.
Ji Mingyu was so angry that her hands trembled, tears rolling in her eyes: "Feng Qingxiu, you actually used your father to lie to me... and let people lie in wait... You, you--too much !"
She couldn't help but cried out with a wow. Before entering the door, the little fairy was demonstrating to him!
"..." Too concerned about Mingyu's reaction, not paying attention to Feng Qingxiu's attention. The Feng Qingxiu who moved his lips moved his lips, and his tears were about to cry. After a long while, he finally roared: "A Yun , Come out for help!!!"
The author has something to say: Thank you Ye Shi_ for the two mines, thank you for the mines of Qiqi and Qin Waner