The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 961
Jia Jia went back to the house and sat down, took out a new storage bag, and began to divide the spirit stones.

This was the first time Qin Zhaohe had left her, and Jiajia suddenly had the feeling that his disciple would travel far when he grew up, although the journey was not far.The spirit stone has to be prepared, what else is there to prepare?Jia Jia hesitated.

She was already past the age of a young child when she became a teacher. Although the master was busy at the time, this golden signboard was enough to protect her from doing whatever she wanted in the sect, let alone Gu Lang who was escorting her at that time. Seriously, at this age She has almost never experienced the situation of You Yuanxing.

But now that she is a master, it is inevitable to put herself in her shoes, assuming that she is a young child traveling far away, to see what she needs.The stack of body-protecting and concealing arrays that I carved would naturally be put in, a protective robe, a magic weapon in the shape of a hairpin, and a pair of fast-moving boots.A few bottles of essential nourishing pills, and three rejuvenation pills from Chen Huaxuan.A stack of various talismans.One hundred sound transmission paper cranes.

"What else is there?" Jiajia thought carefully while holding the storage bag.

"It's still short of instructions." "His" voice was a little tired, "The monk is traveling far away, and the elder's instructions are very important. Although the place is not far away, you still have to teach him. After all, he is only seven years old. Hui is still a child."

Jia Jia nodded, got her things ready, and went to the next door.

When entering the room, Qin Zhaohe was also sitting in the room, as if thinking about the long journey tomorrow morning, he was a little excited and couldn't calm down to practice.

Jia Jia can't remember the first time she was going to go on a long journey. At that time, she was just a small handyman, and what she wanted all the year round was to earn more spirit stones, enough for daily cultivation.

"Since you can't get into samadhi, come and sit down!" Jia Jia smiled, went to the stool in the room and sat down.

Seeing the little boy walking up to her step by step, although he is still young, he has tall sideburns, which can vaguely show some future demeanor. I don't know how many girls will stop and admire this demeanor in the future.Jiajia felt a bit like my family had just grown up.

I couldn't help but reached out and touched his head: "Showa, it's your first time to go out to practice, and I only give you a word as a teacher."

"Master, please tell me, this disciple will remember it in his heart!" The young boy folded his hands and looked over with a serious face.

"You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others!"

The young man's eyes shone brightly for a moment, then he knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to Jiajia again: "Disciple, remember Master's instruction!"

Handing over the storage bag, the young man swept the contents of the storage bag with his spiritual sense, and was a little surprised.

"My teacher didn't give you these magic weapons and treasures in the first place, because I was afraid that you would rely too much on these magic weapons and treasures, so that you would forget that the strongest monk is yourself. But this time is different. Since you have to go out to experience, it is naturally you Your safety is the most important thing, and everything else is vain." Jia Jia withdrew her hand as she spoke, "You have always been wise, and you don't even need to teach you anything specially as a teacher, but after all, you have seen too little of this worldly thing! One thousand ways and ten thousand things are not as important as your own experience."

The boy clenched his fist tightly: "Disciple, remember Master's teaching!"

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On the second day, watching Qin Zhaohe and the little foundation-building cultivator leave, Jia Jia felt a faint sense of loss, but also a bit of relief. Such feelings are hard to describe in words.

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On the sea six hundred miles away from Abbot Island, two monks from China were sitting and standing.

The monk sitting in a big bucket looked haggard and looked like a rare old man in the world of comprehension, but he didn't take it seriously at all, and even looked hostilely at the magic weapon that looked like a folding fan. A rather chivalrous monk: "Weidong, those three people are not in Penglai, nor in Yingzhou, they went to Fangzhang Island in all likelihood! Don't you know that Fangzhang Island is Fang Ren's lair? They even ran to Fangzhang Island ? Don't die..."

It was none other than Fu Qingniu, a well-known veteran monk in Kunlun, who cursed with a hostile face.

Standing on the folding fan, looking suave and suave, Wei Dong stretched out his hand to press down the somewhat messy hairstyle blown by the wind, and smiled wryly: "It's no use scolding them here, it's better to go to the island together." Watch it quickly!"

"It's easy to say!" Fu Qing's eyes rolled, "The old man heard the news that Fang Ren is on Abbot Island. We are going to the island. Do you think it's easy?"

"Then pretend to be a disguise!" Wei Dong rubbed his nose. Fu Qingniu choked. He was used to it, so he didn't care.

"What a joke! I need to disguise myself as a majestic Kunlun? At worst, I will kill you!" Fu Qingniu stood up from the magic weapon, with a murderous look on his face, "Just flatten his palm-sized area!"

"Yiping?" Wei Dong looked at Fu Qingniu, he had nothing to say for a moment, and after a while, he said, "Do you think Fang Ren is a dead person? What's more, there is someone like Zuo Shaoxin behind Fang Ren !"

"I, Fu Qingniu, stand on top of the sky! Why do you have to pretend to be there, the big deal is that we will die together!" Fu Qingniu snorted coldly, squinting and looking in the direction of Fangzhang Island.

"But..." Wei Dong looked at Fu Qingniu, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Wei doesn't want to die!"

"Bah!" Fu Qingniu spat at him, "Weidong, you are a dignified monk of the Tibetan gods, you are so timid, do you want to make outsiders laugh at Kunlun when you say it? Threatening your life, let you do anything?" Speaking of the last sentence, a dangerous light flashed in Fu Qingniu's eyes, and he stared closely at Weidong.

"It also depends on why you die?" Wei Dong laughed dryly, and pointed in the direction of Fangzhang Island, "Dying to move Fangzhang Island is obviously going to leave a bad name forever, and Wei doesn't want to do it!"

"Weidong, you..." Fu Qingniu wanted to curse.

But a chuckle sounded in his ear: "Hehehe, Master Wei's thinking is normal, Fu Qingniu, don't force others to make things difficult for you!"

"Zhang Mingxi!" Fu Qingniu's thick eyebrows stood on end. The incident on the East China Sea has not yet spread to Shenzhou. Of course, it was Mo Xingjiu's intention not to let it out, so Fu Qingniu didn't know the news of Zhang Mingxi's "rebellion". Otherwise, he really had to ignore it. Regardless of jumping up, he slapped Zhang Mingxi to death with a slap.

"Stop talking nonsense, Zhang Mingxi, have you colluded with Fang Ren?" Fu Qingniu stared at Zhang Mingxi with a pair of bull's eyes, as if he was about to wait for him to respond lightly, and jumped up to start.

"Hehehe!" Zhang Mingxi changed a pair of black jade dice, did not answer, just looked at Fu Qingniu with a smile, "What did you two come to Donghai for?"

"Nothing to do with you!"

"Find that damn girl Lian Jiajia!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, Wei Dong rubbed his forehead with some headaches, and was not going to speak again.

(End of this chapter)