The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 927

While talking, Mo Wuji and others have come to him.

"See Master Xingjiu." There were only seven or eight people who came, but under the unified salute, it was a bit of a rare spectacle.

"Get up." Mo Xingjiu nodded lightly, and looked at Mo Wuji who was at the front, "I just came out of the gate, and I saw the gluttonous beasts rampant, so I made a move, and I happened to meet these people."

There was another sparse greeting.

Mo Xingjiu waved his hand: "Wuji, take someone to follow behind. I haven't seen Huadao Qin Ya and others for a long time. Let's chat by the way. We'll talk about other things later."

"Yes." Mo Wuji bowed his head in response, leading his people to follow behind them from a distance.

Master Hua Dao snorted lightly, and continued: "Naturally, there are juniors in Shushan who are more skilled than him."

"Then this junior must be extraordinary."

"My surname is Zhong. He is very talented. He is the successor of the Wuji sword chosen by Yang Xianwen himself. He controlled Yang Xianwen with his backhand under his nose. He was decisive and decisive. The most important thing is that he knows what he wants. In troubled times, he will definitely be a hero." An ordinary person. If Shu Mountain is in his hands, it will not fall." Hua Dao Daoist described it lightly, but the words of his evaluation were sharp and accurate.

Mo Xingjiu frowned slightly: "Can Yang Xianwen be willing?"

"The old man Li Wangzhen has left the customs." Daoist Hua Dao glanced at him, "It is comparable to your cultivation level. If you have nothing to do, you can go to him to learn from him. No.1, but when it comes to prestige, he is far inferior to our former Shushan elder, Li Wangzhen fully supports the junior surnamed Zhong, what chance do you think Yang Xianwen will win? If he doesn't resist, Li Wangzhen would not strike at him because he thought it was a good fellowship, if he resisted, wouldn't it be an excuse to send it to his door? If there is an excuse, the junior surnamed Zhong will definitely be able to do it."

"So you can only live like a wimp?" Mo Xingjiu sneered, with a bit of sarcasm, "Yang Xianwen is like this, and he can't jump out of any big waves. What about Wahuang?"

"It's messed up." Daoist Hua Dao said, gesturing to the direction of Jia Jia and Qin Ya, "These two killed a mid-stage monk of the Hehuan Sect. It was a big disturbance for five days, it happened suddenly, and the three sects of the magic way were out of balance, so it's normal for them to be chaotic."

"En." Mo Xingjiu responded, "Then what about me, Donghai!"

"It's okay, the same way, but the surname Fang entered the world, but he didn't work for us." Huadao Daoist said, and there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power between him and Mo Xingjiu. Jiajia knew that, These two people were communicating through sound transmission, and what they wanted to talk about was about Shaoxin.

After a while, the two seemed to have finished talking, and Mo Xingjiu sighed: "Everything in the world lives when united, and dies when divided. My seventeen islands in the East China Sea are too scattered, and I am destined to only guard this piece of the East China Sea."

"My East China Sea is rich in products, not much worse than Shenzhou." Daoist Huadao rarely comforted Mo Xingjiu, "This sect will flourish forever, and it is not as easy as establishing a sect."

None of the monks in their group deliberately restrained their cultivation, and the power of several out-of-body, hidden gods, and even monks who came out of the dust soared into the sky. The monks in Donghai felt terrified and bowed their heads in salute.

Participate in Hezhuang.Located in the east of Penglai, it stands on the halfway of a small hill.The terrain is relatively high, and many of the monks whose cultivation base can be ranked among the seventeen islands in the East China Sea live on top of Canhe Village, so Canhe Village is usually considered lively.

In order to make it easier for the cultivators to find the island owner, a long staircase was built on the only way to Canhezhuang. Climbing the hundred stone steps will lead directly to Canhezhuang.This stone ladder is no less than a hundred steps, and there are such strange restrictions, so monks don't feel a little tired when they climb up and down.

The vermilion gate of Canhezhuang opened with a bang, and the goal was a wooden bridge built with a century-old Qianling mausoleum. On both sides of the wooden bridge are springs drawn from active springs on the mountainside of the island.Stepping on it, you can see the clear spring water flowing under your feet, and the colorful koi playing freely in it.Walking through the wooden bridge with nine curves and eighteen bends, the eyes suddenly open up. The cornices on both sides are fighting corners, and the pavilions are row upon row among the long trees. The green trees and pavilions are breathtaking.

Walking in the middle, there are water animal husbandry flower petals flying around for viewing, scattered all over the place, adding a bit of dreaminess to the slanting warm sun.

In addition to the crowing of unknown sparrows, there is also the melodious sound of the piano floating from nowhere.The name of Penglai Xiandao is by no means in vain.

Shenhezhuang is located on a high terrain above the entire Penglai Xiandao. Looking down from Shenhezhuang, you can vaguely see the courtyards of Penglai Xiandao: the Missionary Academy, the Six Arts Hall, and the Provincial Jietang... The divisions are clear at a glance.The backyard of Shenhe Village was prepared for the high-ranking monks who came to Penglai as guests. Jiajia also lived there in the past. There were two cross lanterns marked with number plates hanging on the door of each room, and the outer skin of the lanterns was actually Made of white jade.This lantern was somewhat similar to the Star of the Night. After a cursory glance, I saw that there were twenty spirit beads embedded in each cross lantern.At night, as soon as the monks turn it on, all the lights here will be lit up, and it must be as bright as daytime.

And the side door of the backyard is currently open, and a piece of clear blue floods into the eyes, which is the viewing platform of Penglai.

It is really a blessing in life to live on top of Canhezhuang and watch the ebb and flow of the East China Sea.

Jia Jia and the others were naturally arranged here.

Mo Wuji told others to clean up, and Mo Xingjiu took a look at him: "There's nothing else going on here for the time being, you go down first!"

"Yes, Nineteenth Uncle." Mo Wuji bowed his hands and handed the badge for entering and exiting Shenhezhuang to Jia Jia and others, and then retreated with a group of monks behind him.

Immortal Hua Dao flicked his sleeves, sat down on the viewing platform, and sighed: "This kid Mo Wuji took care of himself so well, why don't you give him face and let him go down like this?"

"It doesn't matter whether you give face or not, as long as there is no ambiguity in major matters." Mo Xingjiu didn't care, watching the undulating sea surface, fell into deep thought.

Daoist Huadao changed from sitting to lying down comfortably, lying on the viewing platform: "I haven't been back for a long time."

Mo Xingjiu came back to his senses: "Qin Ya's two disciples are really jealous, two Tibetan monks!" He sighed, "It's enough to give an explanation to the sect. Did he really come to travel this time?"

"There should be other things. But Lian Jiajia, uh, that female disciple Qin Ya has an appointment with me to bring her to the East China Sea." Daoist Daoist sighed, and placed Jiajia on the Six Arts Dragon Gate Meeting. But Jia Yiyi was told about the anti-general, "I don't know what she wants me to do?"

"I won't talk about the other things. Anyway, you know what's in your mind, so it's fine to help out if it's not important. Some things must not be touched." Mo Xingjiu said, and the three-legged Golden Crow that was parked on his shoulder flew out and flew straight. Rushed up, as if running towards the sky, the sun and the moon.

(End of this chapter)