The winter solstice has not arrived, and the Nine Sects Alliance has not officially begun. However, except for the Jingtutai, the people who are talking to the Nine Sects obviously cannot stay there, and they all go back to their respective families to deal with the important matters of the sect, leaving only the elders and deacons to continue to select disciples in the Iron River Valley.

The incident happened on the Jingtai Terrace. Lao Lu, Qi Jia and others who lived here naturally had to work hard. They went to the barren mountain with the boat, and they would probably not turn back in a short time.

Not only are the elders of the Nine Sects busy with this, but the eight great masters who are high in the clouds are also troubled by variables these days, and they are seriously censoring their disciples and their disciples.

Yinheng Mountain, on the isolated island in the clouds.

Shangguan Yutang, wearing a golden dragon scale long skirt, was suspended in the White Jade Palace Pavilion.

There were countless books floating around him, turning pages by himself, which recorded the whereabouts of the Iron Mansion and its lower sect, the speed of the realm, various adventures, and even the communication records of the Tiandun Card.

These things involve the most basic privacy of monks. Situ Baye has no right to view the records of other sects. The only one who can examine everyone under the ancestor is naturally the only one who stands at the top.

The Iron Mansion has been passed down for thousands of years, and the branches of the lower sect cover the Central Region. Even if the elderly die every year and leave the sect, the number of people still appears to be increasing.

The file briefly records the life experiences of the disciples since they started. It is obviously a big project to find possible traitors in the vast number of records.

The easiest way to find a spy is to look at the speed of the realm rising. If a disciple suddenly "opens up" and the realm surges, such as Zuo Lingquan, who jumps to the late stage of Linggu, there will inevitably be unknown help behind it.

There is also the newcomer who suddenly joined the sect. His origin was unclear and his performance was very impressive. He quickly entered the core sect in a short period of time, such as Zuo Lingquan...

The little female dragon turned into a solid wild girl, wearing straw sandals and maroons, sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, almost surrounded by a sea of ​​books, and was also helping to find the suspicious things of the disciples of the sect.

After reading it back and forth for many days, the little mother dragon gradually became a little suspicious, and said in a childish voice in her arms:

"Dangdang, do you think that Zuo Lingquan is a spy? He was born in the south and the location is consistent; his cultivation path is unreasonable, and he just attracted attention from the Nine Sect Alliance, which allowed the Youying aliens to successfully sneak into the barren mountain..."

It concerns the safety of tens of millions of creatures in the nine sects. Shangguan Yutang does not trust anyone except himself. He even carefully checked Shangguan Lingye's movements over the years, let alone Zuo Lingquan.

Regarding the suspicion of the little mother dragon, Shangguan Yutang said calmly:

"I used the method of tracing the origin to reflect his practice history. Since I was three years old, I have traces to follow. I have always relied on myself and have never left my hometown. I cannot be a member of the Youying alien race."

The little mother dragon changed the appearance of Shangguan Laozu when he was young. Maybe he was annoyed to read books. He hugged the back of his head, lay on the mountain of books, shook his head and said:

"What about before the age of three? When you were still playing with mud when you were three years old, he began to practice hard. Don't you think it is strange? If a devil deliberately reincarnated as a mortal with the method of reincarnation..."

Shangguan Yutang frowned slightly, but he quickly stretched out and shook his head and said:

"With such magical power, why should you give up your body, soul, and reincarnate and re-cultivate? You have worked hard to grow up for more than ten years, and then flirt with women every day and become addicted to men and women. It's meaningless. Have you ever seen such a demon?"

"This is not certain. If an old monster from the immortal family gets tired of living and wants to experience life in a different way, you can't stop it, right?"

The little mother dragon has no other skills and is first-class in arguments. This topic will definitely continue to be discussed.

Shangguan Yutang no longer responded and carefully searched the life experiences of his disciples.

Seeing this, the little mother dragon had to shut up in disappointment and picked up the book to continue checking.

But not long after, the little female dragon suddenly heard a sound from above her head:

"Yeah~"

The sound is very charming.

The little female dragon was not surprised by this. She was almost used to listening. She raised her chubby cheeks and asked:

"God, is it spring again?"

Shangguan Yutang's face was not strange, but his eyes that looked down on all living beings were a little helpless, and he didn't know what to say.

Since she met the huge firebird in Tang Jingyan's body a few days ago, Shangguan Yutang had roughly guessed Tang Jingyan's strangeness; she also understood why Tang Jingyan's soul was so outrageous. Just a wisp of soul made her so hard that she was about to die of ecstasy and could not be refined.

Now that wisp of the soul that cannot be refined is entangled with her soul, unable to be blocked, unable to be killed, and unable to be driven away. Like the old man who invited her to the house, there is no way except to serve her well.

It would be fine if Tang Jingyan was peaceful and peaceful, but there was no harm in getting entangled with each other. If she was beaten to the point of being wiped out, she could still run to Tang Jingyan's body and live in vain.

But Tang Jingyan was just a restless woman. She asked her to help her if she had something to do, and chatted with her every few days. She also had a love affair, allowing her, a thousand-year-old ancestor on the mountain to experience the wonderful feeling of the little girl's love first.

Tang Jingwen has not yet broken his body. If she really came with Zuo Lingquan, what would it feel like? Shangguan Yutang didn't dare to think about it because she had never experienced anything.

Now I feel like I'm coming again. Shangguan Yutang has suffered a few losses and doesn't want to go there and be taken advantage of by Zuo Lingquan.

Unable to concentrate, Shangguan Yutang slowly descended from the air, sat on the edge of the lotus platform, secretly suppressing the emotional feedback deep in his soul.

The little female dragon fell in front of her and laid directly on her legs, looking at her chin curiously:

"Benlong found out that you have something to do recently and you've come here like this. It's very strange. What's going on?Benlong is just a weapon and won't laugh at you. Let's talk to me?"

Shangguan Yutang had no intention of saying these things that had lost all the face of the Immortal Lord. Moreover, it was useless to say it. She would not interfere with the marriage between the two, so she could only bear it silently.

However, even if it comes every ten or eight days, she can treat it as if she is out of sight. If she does this every day, will she do anything else?

After Shangguan Yutang secretly endured it for a while, he felt that he had to find a more appropriate way to purify himself for a few days, so he took a breath and closed his eyes...—

Capital, the Palace of the Concubine.

Late at night, the huge palace city became dark, and only the palace lanterns were lit in the center.

In the magnificent main hall, there are silent people in the palace dress who used to sit behind the pearl curtain in the middle of the night and think about life. Today, there are few places that are not here.

Incense was lit on the side of the hall, and on the incense table was a portrait of a woman in a gold dress.

The portrait showed a faint ripples under the candlelight, and then the tall woman in a golden long dress walked out silently, and her crystal barefoot fell on the smooth floor.

The ancestor Shangguan looked out of the palace, but did not visit the Zuo family again. Instead, he turned around and stopped like a golden ghost, passing through the walls and the corridor, and arrived at the bedroom directly behind him.

The Imperial Concubine was a master of Taoism. She never needed palace maids to serve her, nor did she live in the bedroom. In the past, there was no light here. But today, there was light on the window paper of the bedroom, and it seemed that the light source was still changing its angles.

The ancestor Shangguan was a little confused. From the change of light, he did not see what the disciple who had been rigorously in previous years was doing.

She did not stop, floated directly from the wall and came to the interior of the bedroom.

The bedroom was very wide, with lampstands and copper cranes surrounding it. The phoenix bed made of golden nanmu was neatly tidy. The snow-white cat was lying on it, waving its tail, and looking in front of it in confusion.

In the center of the bedroom, there is a bright yellow carpet embroidered with mountains and rivers, two meters in a radius, with several long tables on it, stacked with precious cloths produced in various parts of Yuyaozhou, and even the Tianscan brocade produced in the Northern Region.

The beautiful woman in the palace who was not wearing clothes was wearing only a piece of black cloth in front of her, standing in the center of the carpet.

The black fabric is outlined with lotus and carp, and the patterns are translucent, so you can see the flesh-colored snowy and fat.

The fabric is much smaller than an ordinary bellyband, and can only wrap the bulging ball. There is a hole in the middle. It is not small in size and looks like it is about to burst out. The tether on the neck seems to break at any time, which is extremely attractive.

When the ancestor Shangguan saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, tilted his head slightly, feeling a little puzzled.

Looking further down, there is a perfect waistline and hipline under the flower carp, and then there is nothing left.

The beautiful woman with a graceful figure stood in front of a mirror waiting for someone to be tall and hummed softly:

"Hmm..."

He held an unknown black cloth in his hand, wrapped around his waist, changing as he wanted. The original black cloth gradually dispersed and turned into a tulle.

The shape of the tulle also changed, wrapping the tension-filled buttocks, then spreading down to the toes, tightly fitting the seams and revealing the tiny.

A pearl with high brightness rotates and shines next to it.

The beauty looked up and down in front of the mirror and took two steps. After feeling satisfied with the style and texture, she raised her hand and hooked up the gold pen, drew the template on the paper, and had already drawn several pictures.

After observing carefully for a while, the disciples who used to be unfamiliar with the fireworks of the world were cutting clothes, and they were cutting clothes so... so unsightly.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as unbearable, and it is useless.

It’s okay to have a gauze-shaped tights, but they can also cover the skin tone. There are even fishing net-like pantyhose behind them. What can this block?

Fishnet stockings are made together by a few threads, and the scenery below the waist is clear at a glance. You can even count the finest hair, not to mention the outline of the most critical point.

Mortals wear pants to keep warm and cover up shame; in addition to covering shame, the path of practice also requires that "etiquette begins with correcting clothes and clothes". They should be solemn and tidy and not look sloppy.

Shangguan Lingye's body is definitely not a question of keeping warm; if you cover up your shame, it is probably better not to wear it; as for "neat clothes", this...ah...

It's hard to describe in one word.

Old Ancestor Shangguan is not a dogmatic person, but in her opinion, if something exists, it must be of some use. After reading it for a long time, she couldn't figure out what the actual use of this thing was, but she just thought that her disciple was so introverted.

In the end, she couldn't stand it, so she whispered:

"Lingye."!!

Shangguan Lingye, who was looking in the mirror, stood there staggeringly.
Chapter completed!