After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Jiang Su frowned and said coldly: "What are you looking for her for?"

This person had met with him before in the secret realm. He knew the little senior sister, and he even knew him because of the little senior sister...

Why does he sound like an elder?

You and the little senior sister are friends, and the little senior sister and I are the same generation! ! !
Xia Qingming's smile was kind, and his gentle temperament was more ancient than before. He was like a book that had read all the world.

"She and I are old friends."

"I heard this time that she was about to form a contract with Qi Da of the Western Region Sword Sect. I came here to see her and brought several congratulatory gifts. I wish her a happy marriage."

When Jiang Su heard the words "marriage", he immediately became furious.

"Impossible! Don't give me any gifts, take them away, my little senior sister..."

She suddenly realized.

The little senior sister didn't seem to have clearly told herself why she wanted to form a contract with Qi Da. Whether she was sincere with him or fake... she didn't know.

I... don't understand the little senior sister.

Jiang Su's nose felt sore, and she suppressed the words of rejection just as she was about to blurt them out.

"Little Senior Sister said there is a reason... there must be one! She and Qi Da have no relationship! Little Senior Sister told me! She only acted like this when something happened!"

Jiang Su turned around and comforted herself in her heart. This kind of worrying about gains and losses was more like she was fishing for her own big fish.

She said calmly: "My little senior sister went to the palace where my uncle is and did not stay in the Second Hall of Heaven and Earth. However, you should wait until she comes out on her own before looking for her. Don't waste my little senior sister's opportunity."

Xia Qingming's eyes were flowing, as warm as the wind. He tilted his head slightly and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, I'll wait for her."

He was too familiar with the word "wait".

Wang Jia's face remained expressionless, but his eyes were always looking down at the girl in colorful clothes.

When Xia Qingming mentioned Dong Yiyi, Wang Jia's eyelashes twitched slightly, but he showed a dull and indifferent attitude.

"Is he looking for Dong Yiyi again..."

"Unfortunately, he can't be found."

"Old friend..."

Wang Jia suddenly raised her lips and smiled, her expression not changing significantly, and her slightly tucked chin made her expression even more unclear.

"Dong Yiyi doesn't have any old friends. If she does, how can I kill her with my own hands?"

The atmosphere returned to silence.

Xia Qingming suddenly took out a chessboard with the chess equipment beside it.

"Everyone, want a plate?"

"..."

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"News came from the Luohan Palace yesterday, and it's related to the Demon Realm."

"I heard that someone over there received a inheritance among the thousands of ways. The inheritance is a book, and the book contains secrets about the demonic realm."

An old man frowned, with a serious face, "Isn't it just a matter of death anger? Others don't know it, and we old men don't know it? It is indeed related to the death of the demon cultivators. Their grievances have persisted for a long time, and we have what way?"

A round-headed monk sat in the middle. He was shaking his head and looking at a few people, his expression seemed to be curious about everything.

"Old monk Shantan, you said that we send the souls of demon cultivators to these thousands of paths every year, and even drag the half-dead people in the black tower into the yellow sand. Is this... of great use?"

Several monks looked at the person who asked the question, and then their eyes fell on the old monk who was good at listening.

"Naturally useful."

"Resolving grievances and turning them into knots, thousands of ways have been known since ancient times, and they are not just famous for their chance. Everyone has times of hardship, unresolved worries, and dead energy. If there is no hatred, no resentment, the dead energy disappears, and the devil The Qi will naturally dissipate. Monks are compassionate and we will transform the grievances of demons and cultivators. This is not a temporary matter."

Several monks looked at each other with a slightly different look in their eyes.

The four of them are powerful Nascent Souls in the world of cultivation. They are all in the middle to late stage, and each one of them is releasing a person with a name like thunder.

At this time, they were in the Maitreya Hall, and there were only five people including the old monk Shan Ting.

In the Maitreya Hall, the Buddha statue is in front, and the body of the Buddha is made of gold.Several people sat down under the Buddha statue, and the sound of conversation continued to echo in the hall. "Why should this seminar be changed? A few days ago, didn't the masters of your temple want to use the Forbidden Spirit Land as the title of this seminar?"

When mentioning this matter, several old men expressed serious expressions, "To this day, none of our disciples have come out from it. We monks can't get in. We can only listen to the words of mortals about what is going on inside."

"..."

"The disciples in our sect are the best young talents of this generation. I can't bear to part with them."

"I can't bear it either."

"Me too, that apprentice of mine is my own apprentice."

"Harmful——, Elder Shanting, look at this..."

The four old men had sad faces. Their skin was originally dull, and there were scattered spots on their cheeks. They seemed to be no different from ordinary old people.

Several people looked at the mellow old monk bitterly.

"..."

"They will be rescued, but not now." The old monk had a good temper and smiled.

"Seriously?! When?!" The excitement on the face of an old monk was genuine and his beard was fluttering. He was really anxious!
This time, the good-listening old monk smiled and said nothing. After a while, he slowly spoke.

"This time the old monk suddenly changed the topic of his discussion because there is a demon who has cultivated to Yuanying and is now lurking among everyone."

"This person must enter the Black Tower."

The listening old monk's tone was slightly serious, but his expression was still full of smiles, and his eyes narrowed into two arcs.

Several monks suddenly fell silent.

"Do you know who it is?"

"nature."

"Liu Yunqing from Shifangmen in the Southern Territory."

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"Yun Sheng, I can't seem to hear anything in this hall. They are too familiar with each other, and the scope of the discussion is completely outside the scope of this topic. We might as well leave first."

A swordsman dressed in black linen clothes sat next to a female monk in brocade clothes.

Neither of them spoke, their backs straightened, and they pretended to listen attentively while the powerful men across from them discussed "household affairs" with each other.

A good student pretends to listen to the class for the first time.

Zhang Yunsheng glanced at the blushing and thick-necked expressions of the chattering people, and felt a little strange in his heart.

"Well, let's go. Go outside and explore some more."

The two communicated in secret, and after receiving his wife's approval, Liu Yunqing stood up without saying a word, saluted several people leisurely, and then turned and left.

Zhang Yunsheng was also polite and attentive, and slowly walked out of the hall.

When the palace door was closed, she looked back again.

The discussion inside suddenly stopped, and all the monks were seen looking at the two people outside the door.

In the gap, several pairs of eyes looked indifferent and indifferent, colliding with the exploration of the female cultivator in brocade clothes.

"..."

"Hiss--" The palace door closed.

Zhang Yunsheng remained silent and looked up at the plaque on the hall.

"Jialan Palace."

"Yunqing, there is something strange in this palace."

Liu Yunqing stopped and turned around to look at Zhang Yunsheng.

Zhang Yunsheng was slightly startled when she met his eyes.

Jian Xiu's eyes were now covered with bloodshot eyes, his eyeballs were protruding, and the pink flesh of his eyelids was pressed against the whites of his eyes.Two bloody tears slowly flowed out from the corners of his eyes after they filled up.

Across the cheeks... it gathers on the chin and gradually drips down.