The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 987
Mei Qihe was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized and nodded: "Yes!"

"Then what should I do?" Mei Qihe frowned and paced back and forth for two steps, her eyes suddenly turned to Jia Jia who was looking at her, and she glanced up and down: "Why don't you go back to retreat? Enter the late stage of Tibetan God early, advance out Dust is what matters."

Jia Jia glanced at him, but said nothing.

However, she and the ancestors of the Lu family already knew what Mei Qihe was going to say, so they nodded slightly at Mei Qihe, and the two left.

Maybe Fu Qingniu had something on his mind, but he didn't make any criticism, even Jiajia was a bit surprised.

After Jia Jia and the Lu family ancestor left, Mei Qihe thought for a while and said: "Fu Zhenren, I was just about to talk about this matter. Why don't you take this opportunity to retreat and break out of the world?"

Fu Qingniu was taken aback for a moment, and rarely answered immediately.

When mentioning these words in the past, Fu Qingniu's reason was that he, a real person in the late stage of the Tibetan God, needs to protect the prosperity of Kunlun. The reason for the Dzogchen in the middle stage of the gods, half a foot into the cultivation of the late stage of the Tibetan gods, seems to be unreasonable.Let him retreat and shock out of the dust?Fu Qingniu's face was a little stiff, and after a while, he still said the situation: "I don't have any feeling of finding out, even if I retreat, I don't know how long it will last."

If things go on like this, Fu Qingniu will die of old age in the late stage of Tibetan God, but he didn't intend to hide it from Mei Qihe, so he said it: "It's better to let that girl surnamed Lian Try it, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

There was no emotion on Mei Qihe's face. Hearing the words, he still had a calm expression on his face: "It's okay, Fu Zhenren. You have so many years of qualifications and experience. If you talk about advancing to the world, it has always been my hope." If there must be someone to become that dusty cultivator, Fu Zhenren, I hope that person is you!"

Fu Qingniu was astonished, but at the same time, his expression became more excited, and he walked back and forth in the hall for a while: "That's okay, the old man retreated and tried his best to break out of the dust. After this time, he will never leave the seclusion until he gets out of the dust. !"

Fu Qingniu's oath is resounding.

"Okay." Mei Qihe thought for a while, looked at the back of Fu Qingniu striding away, but suddenly stopped him, "Fu Zhenren!"

"Huh?" Fu Qingniu frowned at him.

Mei Qihe bowed to him, and after a heavy salute, he got up: "What is Tao? Why is it cultivated? What is an immortal? These are the three questions left by Master Miao before he left."

Fu Qingniu was stunned for a moment, but waved his hand impatiently: "Understood, I don't need him to teach me, the old man has gone."

After saying this, Fu Qingniu turned and left.

Mei Qihe stood alone in the main hall, reached out and closed the door, walked back into the hall and knelt down: "Master, this disciple is ashamed."

"Don't I know that Fu Zhenren is in the dust? I respect him as a pioneer, I respect him as my Kunlun, but as the head of the Kunlun sect, Fu Zhenren is sometimes a little messy. I really hope that Fu Zhenren can advance successfully However, Master Fu always makes his disciples feel that the road ahead is bleak. Seven points of my agitation for Daoist are really to hope that he can advance smoothly, and another three parts are really to hope that Master Fu will stop being like this with my Kunlun junior, Yingcai. Those children don’t care about it today, who knows if there will be someone who cares about it in the future? Between one faction, if one day, the seniors will fight with the younger generations, and the sects will not get along well. After all, it is not a good thing, so avoid it That's fine. Master, although this disciple is ashamed of his actions, he has a clear conscience."

Mei Qihe bowed heavily to the ground.

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"Tomorrow, I will come to Yunkai Academy, and the two of us can discuss the arrangement of this formation." After leaving the main hall, the ancestors of the Lu family made a salute to Jiajia, and after Jiajia returned the salute, the two parted ways. okay.

After she couldn't see the figure of the ancestor of the Lu family at all, Jia Jia didn't go back to her residence immediately, but turned her eyes to the direction of Hidden Sword Peak. With Xueyu Feihong's footwork, he was already standing under the upside-down waterfall of Hidden Sword Peak, but he did not lean too far.

The overturned river has calmed down, and the strange stone with the ancient seal character "Zangjian" lying quietly aside, watching the 10,000+ years of ups and downs of Zangjian Peak.

The tree-hanging waterfall still fell straight down, but she didn't know if it was her illusion. It was much wider than before. Due to the vibration just now, there were a few cracks on the black stone walls on both sides.Jiajia stopped and walked, walked backwards all the way, and stopped when she reached the Cangjianfeng Sword Dojo.

After the turmoil just now, the completely new Hidden Sword Peak has returned to its former peace.

Behind him was the Kendo Hall, where many young monks were competing with swords. Even standing here, Jia Jia could still hear the intermittent sound of sword energy rising.

Jiajia smiled, and some sword repairmen who passed by saluted her, but she just nodded slightly and didn't say anything else.

Squinting to look at the scene in front of him: black stone, white water, black stone cracked, the winding cracks gradually enlarged in Jia Jia's eyes, the tiger's pace and dragon's movement first appeared, flamboyant and raging.

The mountain is pitch black, the water is plain white, and its top is shrouded in clouds and mist. Jiajia stretched out her hand to block the word "Zangjian" engraved on the ancient seal. The more she looked at it, the more dazed she became. , It's like looking at a distant ancient painting that has been forgotten for tens of thousands of years.

Wei Dong saw such a scene when he came from the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Lian Zhenzhen, what are you doing?" Wei Dong stepped forward to say hello, although he was a bit reluctant, but he was not a person who could not lose face. He just walked to the law enforcement hall and drank a cup of tea from the law enforcement hall. Before he left Kunlun and went to Zhongzhou, he felt a little more at ease.

Originally, she was about to leave, but she saw Lian Jiajia staring at the scene in a daze from a distance, so she couldn't help but come over.

"Reverend Wei." The complexity in the female cultivator's eyes dissipated and turned into indifference.

I still remember the little Golden Core cultivator I saw at that time. At that time, although the little Golden Core cultivator seemed indifferent in the eyes of outsiders, he lacked a bit of experience and did not have the brilliance that has gone through the baptism of time. .Time gives people not only age and wrinkles, but also the sculpted elegance, which even Wei Dong has to admit, he didn't pay attention to the little golden core monks back then, but today's female cultivators, even if they don't The current level of cultivation has already made people dare not underestimate it.

"Just take a look." The nun obviously didn't want to talk about it.

Wei Dong didn't expose it either, he just glanced at the monks passing by and said, "It's time for me to go back to Zhongzhou."

"Then I wish Daoist Wei a smooth journey!" The female cultivator copied her hands.

Weidong replied: "Zhongzhou is far away, if you are in sight one day, you will come here from thousands of miles away and see you off in person."

The nun nodded.

Wei Dong turned to leave, and the female cultivator behind him sang in a low voice: The years are long, it's all over!The romantic years will never return...

Wei Dong only felt that the millennium time in his heart that he was reluctant to recall and longed for proof, seemed to be lit a bright candle in it, instantly illuminating that gloomy memory.

It was an old ballad, and his favorite ballad.When he first met her, he used this tune to order broadcasts for his juniors, including her; today, she used this tune to send back.Really... Wei Dong secretly chewed in his heart: The gift I gave this time really deserves my heart.

(End of this chapter)