Lou Tingyu raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that the one who holds the spoon is still a good flower-raising expert, I really didn't see it."

Others also felt the same.

Zhao Haotian, or Zhao Zhanshao, has never been famous in Qingzhu Peak. Although many people know his existence and have heard of his deeds, few people have always talked about it.

Whenever he cooks in person, the disciples from the outside mountains will happily go to the diners, but no one talks about him.

Today he suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes, which suddenly surprised everyone.

He Xirou stared at the flowers, slightly lost her mind. She noticed that the purple aura in her body was a little throbbing, but she didn't know what it meant.

Zhao Haotian gave all his experience in cultivating flowers, which benefited the gardeners who came here, and he sighed that this trip was worthy of his wish.

Qiuju will end like this.

Feng Xiaoxiao and other female disciples were going to stroll in the night market, and the fat white man followed him with a slutty waist, so only Feng Xiaohan and others were left to return to Qingzhu Peak.

Among the five people, there are three disciples of Inuiyama and two disciples of the closed door.

Five people hiding in the distance looked at them from afar and dispersed. After entering the mountain gate, they were not responsible for ensuring the safety of the disciples in the inner mountain.

Only a black shadow followed and came to an extremely hidden place outside the mountain gate. The man showed his figure and saw an old man in rags holding a broken bowl and holding a bamboo stick. It was the old beggar that Feng Xiaohan gave to him in the afternoon.

The old beggar's face was no longer pitiful, but instead he was full of solemn face, his eyes were bright and he was powerful without anger.

He stretched out a bamboo stick and tapped it gently on the boulder in front of him. The speed was slow and fast, forming a wonderful frequency. The sound was crisp but not transmitted, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The next moment, ripples appeared on the surface of the boulder, like ripples caused by water droplets falling into the calm water surface.

The old beggar smiled slightly and raised his legs and walked into the ripples.

After his figure disappeared, the surface of the boulder returned to calm, as hard as before, and it was impossible to tell that this was a door.

When the old beggar passes through the huge rock, it is equivalent to passing through the barrier of the Changming Sect Protective Array.

He looked at the Twelve Peaks with a little emotion. Those who went deep into the clouds and appeared faintly under the moonlight, and were floating and vast under the night, just as spectacular as before, like a fairyland outside the sky.

"It's been seven years, Changmingzong, you still haven't changed."

A glimmer flashed in the old beggar's half-closed eyes and murmured: "I, Lao Cui, are back."

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Feng Xiaohan returned to Zizhuyuan and didn't want to sleep for the time being, so he sat on the eaves to enjoy the night.

He was holding a necklace in his hand, which was made of thin animal skin and thread, and his wolf teeth were pendants.

This was the day when Guo Mingzhe discovered him, he knocked it out of the mouth of the monster Xuelang, and he kept it with him.

Feng Xiaohan believes that this can remind him to have the patience and resilience of a wolf.

But at this moment, he looked at He Xirou sitting on a stone chair under the purple bamboo and closing her eyes to transform into a spirit. He listened to the cry of the spirit insects, and felt bored and unbearable.

Zizhu released spiritual energy in the morning and evening, and He Xirou came back late tonight, but there was still a very rich spiritual energy in Zizhuyuan. It has not yet dissipated and can be used to transform into spirits.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard a sigh.

She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Feng Xiaohan, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"When I was in the wilderness, I was always alert to monsters and didn't feel that time was difficult to overcome. Now I have no worries about my life, but I feel bored if I have enough food, food, food, clothing, food, clothing, and clothing."

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "What do you do when you are bored?"

He Xirou thought about it and smiled sweetly.

When she was bored, of course she threw herself into the master's arms and sniffed the smell on him, guessing what wine he was drinking today.

Of course, she didn't say it.

He Xirou said: "This sect has halls at the foot of Zhufeng Mountain, and will issue many tasks. The disciples from both mountains and mountains can complete the tasks and earn corresponding rewards. You can go and have a look."

Feng Xiaohan asked, "Is this the way to make money for disciples of Changming Sect?"

"That's true, but not all."

He Xirou said: "As long as you don't delay your practice, your disciples can also do some business in the small town at the foot of the mountain, such as Tea from Xueyun Peak opened a restaurant with a smile."

Feng Xiaohan nodded, jumped off the eaves, and walked out of the garden.

He Xirou raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go to the Mission Hall to do the mission."

"It's too late now, and the elders of the Mission Hall should have already slept. It's better to disturb me."

"That's the case, then I'll go to the library to read books, and I can't sleep anyway."

Feng Xiaohan's figure disappeared outside the garden gate. He Xirou went back to the house to sleep, but did not find another figure disappeared in the night.

After a moment, it seemed as if a corner was suddenly torn apart from the bamboo shadow. A figure suddenly stood in the depths of the bamboo forest outside the library. He appeared very suddenly but not abruptly, and it was so strange that it did not make any sound. It seemed that he had been standing there a long time ago, and even the spirit insects were not shocked.

The black figure watched Feng Xiaohan walk into the library and squinted his eyes. His body was more in line with the surrounding environment, and almost the night was integrated.

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In a loft on the main peak, Lou Qianshan was sitting behind the coffee table reading under the shimmer light. On the coffee table was a disassembled letter, with the handwriting on it crookedly, like earthworms squirming, crawling all over the entire piece of letter paper.

It was also because Lou Qianshan’s heart was harmonious that he could finish reading this letter patiently.

The only signature of the envelope is Cui.

The door of the attic knocked gently, Lou Qianshan put down the books and smiled and said, "Come in."

A middle-aged woman was wearing a cloak and had a plump figure. She had the meaning of wind and thunder between her eyebrows and eyes, and her anger was filled with thunder.

There is a saying in Buddhism that the Vajra is full of glare, and uses great power to eliminate evil and save the people. This middle-aged woman is very similar to the description in Buddhist scriptures.

The woman said, "I have met the senior brother of the sect."

"There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to be too polite."

Lou Qianshan put down the book in his hand. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the book was just enough to hold it on the letter paper. He smiled and asked her to sit down, poured her a cup of tea, as if he was meeting his old friends for many years.

The woman sat opposite him, looked at him and asked, "I wonder what the boss's senior brother saw me so late?"

Lou Qianshan smiled faintly and said nothing.

The woman didn't continue asking, just sitting like this, the room was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people were left.

After a long time, Lou Qianshan asked, "How many years have you and my senior brothers and sisters?"

The woman thought for a while and replied, "It has been one hundred and ten years since I entered Changming."

Lou Qianshan showed a look of recollection on his face and smiled: "At that time, our brothers and sisters were twelve of the same kind as each other, and they joined hands with the world to avenge their grudges. How happy it was."

The woman didn't know why he mentioned the past, but when she thought of those young and energetic old things, she couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies. Now that I have become the elder of Ziyun Peak, you have become the head of the sect. You can no longer remember the consequences as before."

Lou Qianshan said: "The master once said that Changmingzong was a family. As for a family, the most important thing is to be neat and orderly."

The woman lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and sighed, "It's a pity that Junior Brother Ouyang left early, and the unfaithful man made a big mistake and would never be able to enter the world forever. We twelve of us can never get together."

She is the ninth elder of Ziyun Peak, named Yuhong, with a fiery temperament that makes her single sword.

When the Tang Empire was young, the Tang Empire recruited soldiers, and all men across the country had to join the army. She was the only seed of the family. She felt sorry for her old father's old age and aging, so she disguised herself as a woman and joined the army for her father. She was one for ten on the battlefield and killed a hundred people angrily, and was named general.

Until one day, she met someone.

The man was full of enthusiasm and had a lot of knowledge. He talked with her all night. Finally, he touched her head and said gently that the girl either had rouge or powder or asked with all his heart that he did not like to fight and kill women on the battlefield.

So Yuhong gave up on Rong and asked the Tao, and followed him to practice the authentic Taoism in the Changming.

"If I say that except Junior Brother Ouyang, we can still get all together."

Yuhong suddenly looked up and stared at Lou Qianshan's face.

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