MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 51. My friend

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"Salad?" Lin Biao saw An and suddenly stood still at the door, thinking that the son was too cold, so that the other party did not dare to go in. He went to the door and saw that the son looked calm and there was nothing wrong with the furnishings in the hall. What happened?

An He reluctantly smiled and stepped on the door. He went to the ancestral hall and made a big gift: "Before the next division and Feng Zhai, the lord of the Zhazi was a real person. The teacher had passed away a few years ago and thanked the teacher in the next generation."

As soon as the voice fell, he picked up his robes and slammed it down: "Anhe’s family teacher thanked Xun Engong for his help."

"I am just meeting with the real people in the fog, and the Anzhai Lord does not have to be so polite." Yan Zong reached out and lifted his hand, and the peacekeeper who prepared the girl would stand up uncontrollably. He couldn’t help but look at the awkwardly. Yuan Yingxiu, in front of this person, even the body can not be independent.

Who is this person, looks better than him, and even repairs is higher than him. When did the comprehension have this person, why did he never hear it? The whole comprehension world, the age is similar to him, and the repair is higher than him, and there are only a handful. If it is not a very talented person, he will not become a Yuan Ying monk in just two hundred years, and even inherit the position of the fasting Zhai.

Zhai Guangzong’s Zhongzheng real person counts one, and Zhao’s long virtue counts as one. The former has not appeared in the comprehension for a long time. There are rumors that Zhongzheng is obsessed with kendo. His heart is cold and iron, and his appearance is also very terrible. People who have seen him are often scared by his appearance. Zhao Changzong’s Changde is younger than him, but now it’s just Jindan’s great perfection. I don’t know when it will break through the mood and become Yuan’s ancestors.

There are also Yunhuamen's Bechuan and Jiufengmen's Lingyue. These reluctances can be regarded as the pride of the sky. However, the former he has seen, the whole person is dull and boring. If he does not explain his identity, others think he is a disciple of Shuguangzong. . He also met Ling Yue of Jiufengmen, a woman.

"How can the forgiveness of the grace of the public be forgotten? For the public, this is just a hand-to-hand exercise. For the Yi school, the grace is the immortal who saved the sect of the sect." Although An He’s heart is already a storm, but the face However, he did not dare to reveal a half point, fearing that he would be dissatisfied with grace.

"On the same day, I saved the real person in the evil spirits. He gave it to this small courtyard. I am already in love with him. The Anzhai Lord does not have to remember this thing." Yu Zong pointed to the seat next to him. "The Lord is pleased, but I can't accept your gift."

It is clear that the other party's tone is peaceful, and the breath is no different from ordinary people, but Anhe is a little weak in front of this person. Mou Zong let him sit down, he can only sit down honestly, and other words do not dare to say more. As a lord, he has a personal temperament and preference, but when he appears in front of others as a lord, he has to put it all down.

"Engong is so high-spirited, and is more impressed in the next. If there is any need for Engong in the future, it is indispensable to define it." Seeing the other party does not intend to let him repay him, and Anhe can only give up.

The conversation between the two people has arrived at this. It seems that there is nothing to say. Although Mou Zong did not bluntly let Ann and leave, but in his eyes, he was full of this. Where can Anhe still sit, although he just sat down: "Yancheng has a beautiful scenery, and Engong has come here, so you can enjoy the scenery here."

Mou Zong nodded.

"That... let's say goodbye?" Anhe stood up and only felt that the ceremony was too solemn, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"Slow down." Mou Zong was slightly decapitated to him. As a disciple of Shuguang Zong, in order to express his friendly attitude, Zhai Zong also squeezed out a stiff smile.

What does Engong mean by this laugh? An He was surprised and suspicious in his heart. Is it because he feels that his sincerity is not enough? He wants to say a few words to express his inner gratitude, but the grace has become a faceless expression. If you just come to your lips, you can only swallow it back.

Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, he heard the public mouth screaming at him.

"Wait." Yan Zong got up and walked behind Ann.

An and his forehead had a thin, dense sweat. When Mou Zong approached him, he almost subconsciously took out his magic weapon and went out to defend. This person was too inscrutable, and he could hardly afford to guard.

“I heard that the flower dance party in your city is very popular?”

"Don't dare, just happens to let everyone get together." Anhe thought, is it true that Engong will have any opinions on the flower dance?

"In this case, there will be three good positions for Lao Zhaizhu." Ruan Zongdao, "I have a friend who is very interested in the Baihua Dance Club of Guibaodi."

"Engong is willing to come, it is an honor to be under, and will definitely arrange the best position for you." Anhe turned to the high man, although he is not an opponent of the high man, but standing face to face, make him more secure.

"There is labor." Mou Zong heard a reply that satisfied him, and smiled at Ann.

Looking at the smile on his face, Ann and punched him with a fist: "Farewell."

Lin Biao looked at the back of his hurried departure and turned his head to Yan Zongdao: "He is the apprentice who often hangs in his mouth when the real person is in the fog."

"The talent is good." Mou Zong did not comment on the salty and not faint, and turned to ask, "How long has it been?"

"The son, the girl started to enter yesterday." Lin Biao looked out of the sky, "Now it is still early, do you want me to go shopping with you to buy something?"

Mou Zong glanced at him and turned his head: "No."

Rejected Lin Biao is not sad. Anyway, young people like to play with young people. When he is old, it is normal for the son not to go out with him. "Let's go shopping."

Mou Zong: "..."

"I am going to meditate." Yan Zong turned and returned to his room.

Outside the courtyard, the disciple of Fengzhai saw An and Dajie coming out from the inside, busy standing up straight and welcoming him. The younger brother who is closer to Anhe and his relationship saw that his expression was not good-looking. He whispered, "Master, isn’t the temper of the graceful man very easy to get along with?"

Anhe didn't talk, and the other's temper couldn't be said to be good, because they didn't say a few words from beginning to end. However, one thing he can already be sure of is that the other party is not malicious to Hefengzhai.

"Teacher, you said that after the woman dressed up as a man, will it look better than a man?" After all the way back to the fast, after closing the door, Anhe finally asked the question in his heart.

"Women disguised as men?" The younger brother laughed. "Master, this is not a play. With your cultivation, can you still see that the other's roots are male or female?" What happened to the brothers in the past few days? I suspect that the little girl is a man dressed as a woman, and today I don’t know who is the woman who disguised as a man.

Ann and his face are more ugly: "I know, go back and practice."

The younger brother did not ask more questions. He left the house of Anhe and covered the door for him.

The sun fell and rose again. After three repetitions, the door of the room where the cockroach was located opened. She was in a very good mood when she reached the heart of the heart, and her mood was very good. The white face was full of healthy pink, and even the walking steps were cheerful.

"Hey girl, are you finished?" Lin Biao, holding a bowl of soup, saw her, stopped and looked at her face. "It seems that you have gained something."

I smiled and nodded. I saw Lin Biao’s hand holding the soup: "Is the disease of the ancestors recurring?"

Lin Biao Wei Wei, even nodded his head: "Do not worry, just a small problem."

"I will go see you with you." He followed Lin Biao, "Have he been not very good these days?"

"Oh..." Lin Biao nodded vaguely and asked, "The girl is still angry with the son, will it be inappropriate now?"

"Ten hours have passed, the sick people are in a bad mood, and they are still jealous of him. The previous things are not mentioned for the time being." I still remember that I said that I ignored the incident in ten hours." I am angry with him, not to make friends with him."

Lin Biao smiled on his face and knocked at the door outside the Zongzongmen door: "The son, I am coming to the girl."

The door opened very quickly, and the sect of the wide-sleeve robes stood behind the door. The blue silk of the ink was not tied with a jade crown, but it was scattered behind him, with the white face without blood, more like a beautiful disease. The son is gone.

"Zhu Zong, is your body okay?" In the blink of an eye, the two emotions alternated and worried, and finally worried that they had the upper hand.

"You go to the soft couch first." He grabbed his large sleeves and pulled him to the soft couch to sit down and turned his head to Lin Biao. "You will come in the forest, don't let the medicine blow cold." It is."

Lin Biao closed the door and put the medicine to the front of the Emperor: "The son, take medicine."

Miao Zong looked at him and turned to look at Lin Biao. His expression was inexplicable. Before an hour, Lin Biao said that more and more flowers have bloomed recently, and he is worried that his body will smell discomfort when he smells rich flowers, so he will take preventive medicine. How can the drug come back now, but the expression of sputum is like what happened to his body.

"The medicine is not hot or cold, just drink it." He took the medicine bowl from Lin Biao, tried the temperature with his back, and handed the medicine bowl to the mouth of the Zongzong. "The person with bad health can't be too capricious."

"Yes, there is labor." Bai Yan's slender hand is too close to him, so that he can smell the faint scent on the back of her hand, and Zhai Zong took the bowl and drank it. Even the medicine in his mouth didn't feel anything. To.

Just thinking, there is only a faint flower fragrance on the back of the little girl's hand.

"Cough." He was too anxious. He couldn't get used to it. He coughed a few times: "I am planning a seat for the flower dance party. When you go with me to watch it, can you?"

"Okay." He patted his back and didn't dare to shoot too heavy. He was afraid that a beautiful man would be vomiting blood. People who are ill always need people to be gentle.

"Are you still angry with me?" Yan Zong gargles with clear water and wipes his mouth. He has always been a little worried about his calm face. "Sorry, it was not appropriate to deal with things before, making you angry. In the future." If you are accidentally injured, I will not marry you."

"Zhu Zong, it’s not just a hurt." He pulled up the quilt on the soft couch and put it on the knees of Miao Zong. He was so angry and funny to him, but facing his good-looking face. She is only helpless and distressed: "No one is perfect and invincible. You can be upset when you are not happy. You can also say pain when you are injured. When you are sick, you can also show weakness and spoil. This is not incompetence, but ......"

I paused and wanted to use words to describe my thoughts: "How do we say that our monks pursue avenues and live longer than ordinary people. For such a long time, everything is self-defeating, self-supporting, and very self-sufficient. Harsh, such a life is too tired, what is the meaning of Changsheng Avenue?"

"In the long years, when you are angry, you have a little temper, you don't have to support you, you are sick and show your weakness, and you are alive and enjoy yourself." Next to the soft fall, the big eyes of Wu Yao looked at Mou Zong, "I am angry with you." Don't feel bad about yourself, is your behavior so worthy of this perfect body?"

"Not angry." Mou Zong smiled at the sly, and stretched out his hand like a jade, gently pulling twice on her sleeve.

"Well?" He looked at his sleeve. "Wu Zong, what do you mean?"

"When I was sick, I showed weakness and spoiled." Mou Zong looked at him with a serious look, and his ears were red. "I am spoiled, you can't regenerate."

Hey, she is addicted to the man’s supreme beauty, nowhere to stand: “No, no life, I am not angry at all.”

The beautiful man's face is spoiled, it is really impossible to refuse, how can there be such a cute man in the world? !

Under the apricot tree in the yard, Lin Biao leaned against the trunk and looked at the sky with his hands around his chest. The blue sky was filled with white clouds, which was very beautiful. Sure enough, the relationship between the young people was the best. Even when he went out of the house, neither of them found it.

When the door knocked, he looked at the two people in the room, turned and went to the outer court and opened the door.

"Lin Laozu is good." The person who came from is Anhe’s younger brother. He put three hot stamping invitations on his hands. “After five days, it is a flower dance party. This is the VIP invitation that the singer sent to the next. The old ancestors and Engong have a look at the face."

"Thank you." Lin Biao took over the invitation. "It must come to harass."

The younger brother showed a smile on his face. Although Lin’s expression was not much, he was a good talker. With such a servant, the temperament of being the master is even more weird, and it will not be unacceptable.

Miao Zong, who was "returning to goodness", was in a good mood. When he was using rice at night, he even asked Lin Biao spicy fish to do it. Lin Biao looked at the appearance of the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the ancestors, and talked about it from beginning to end.

"I am not a sword repairer. The technique of cutting fish fillets is definitely not good." Listening to the complicated ingredients process, how to master the heat, she is very self-aware, she decided to give up studying this life skills.

Jian Xiu Zong: "..."

"The kitchen hurts the hand, the little girl does not want to learn." Mou Zong opened the subject. "I asked Lin Biao to put the refining furnace and the fine fire in the right room. We will practice a refining machine tomorrow."

"Okay." He only succumbed to a low-order iron ring that was ugly and useless. He heard that Miao Zong mentioned this matter and should come down quickly. How to learn the refining equipment is important for cooking such a small thing?

A flying signal flew through the darkness and reached out. With the knowledge of God, I saw that the flight symbol was not only passed to her, but to all the disciples who went out in Zongmen.

Seeing her face became ugly, Miao Zong put down the chopsticks: "Hey, what happened?"

"There is a sinister attempt to poison our new disciple of Yunhuamen. One of the disciples is still a very qualified one." Fortunately, these new disciples were alert and found the disguise of evil repairs. They took the opportunity to escape from her hands. "Put the flying signal on the table and frown."

"Your sect... Do you want to call you back?" Mou Zong felt that his heart was not comfortable. During this time, he was used to this clever little girl, and he almost never thought about what she would leave.

It was not until the arrival of this flying signal that he woke up. It was not his disciple, nor his same door. She would leave him sooner or later and return to the Yunhua Gate.

"Not mentioned in the letter, just let us pay attention to safety, don't trust others easily, don't go to remote places. Only those who need to be recalled are in remote places." He shook his head. "Practitioners like me don't have to return." The door is only to pass through the affiliated sect or the attached state city, to help the Zongmen check, whether there is evil cultivation."

"It turns out that." Yan Zhan's eyebrows stretched out. "If I remember correctly, the next place is Fengzhou. The state city is not big. It is stationed by a small sect called the Lucky Pavilion. This lucky pavilion is just an affiliate of the nobles. The martial art. Five days later, we visited the Baihua Dance Party and went directly to Fengzhou by means of a musical instrument."

"Is the affiliated sect of Yunhuamen?" 翻 翻 箜篌 箜篌 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云 云Sure enough, I wrote the Fengzhou Lucky Pavilion.

In the past six years, in addition to her retreat, she has been teaching with Master's brothers. The rest of her leisure time is followed by her sisters and sisters. The power of Yunhuamen has not been clearly understood. Because the teachers and sisters often told her that children are too early to understand things well, worry too much trivia will not become tall and ugly, the master brother does not want her to worry too much about the mundane things, so she has been practicing cultivation and eating The day of the month is not an office.

At this moment, I heard that the other sects of Mou Zong knew the scope of Yunhuamen’s sphere of influence. I was a little embarrassed. I decided to take the list behind the manual back in the past few days.

"The little girl can't worry too much." Yan Zong took the soup to the front of the donkey. "Not only affects the cultivation of the state of mind, but also hair loss."

“Alopecia?” I touched the hair that made me very satisfied. “Really?”

Mou Zong nodded, and he looked calm and could not see the meaning of half-separate jokes: "I have a female disciple in the sect. I have been worrying about other things for a while. Later, my hair began to fall off a lot and I ate a lot of remedies. Let the hair grow again."

扔 Throw the manual into the storage ring, and learn to be gradual and can't remember.

After dinner, I went back to the house to rest. Lin Biao practiced a set of swordsmanship to see Zong Zong, and Zhai Zong pointed out a bit. After seeing Lin Biao had all comprehend, he said: "Lin Biao, don't scare my body in the future." She, that is still a little girl."

"The son, I remember that the vines and the fairy were sent out because they had cultivated the scorpion." Lin Biao answered the question.

"Because her heart is unstable, she is thinking, and cultivation will be a scorpion." Yan Zong noodles looked at him. "What's the problem?"

"No." Lin Biao shook his head. "I go back to sleep."

Looking at Lin Biao's back, Miao Zong turned to see the soft collapse, his face was somewhat uncomfortable.

He... He is a man of more than three hundred years old. How can he really spoil the little girl? It is really shameful.

The Flower Dance Party is a good day to enjoy the flowers and enjoy the beauty. However, the beauty can only be appreciated but not half-divided. In the early years, there were people who didn't understand the rules. The words were very disrespectful to Baihuamei. Finally, they were beaten by the disciples of Fengzhai and threw out the gate of Yancheng.

For a long time, everyone who came to Yancheng to participate in the flower dance party knows that Baihuameiren are serious girls, and ordinary people have female repairs. They only perform flower fairy on the stage, so that everyone can be more enthusiastic about the flower dance.

This year is the 200th year of the Hundred Flowers Dance Party. Therefore, this year's event was very lively. For this event, I prepared for nearly half a year. On the day when the Hundred Flowers Dance Ball officially began, the inner city of Yancheng was almost crowded, and even the food stalls in the outer city were crowded with tourists from all over the world. There is a limit on the number of admission tickets for the inner door. Visitors who do not grab the admission ticket sigh and sigh, and can only wait until tomorrow.

The Hundred Flowers Dance Party will be held for seven consecutive days, but the first day is the most lively. The people who can squeeze into the inner city on this day are not happy. The disciples of Feng Zhai are standing everywhere on the street. Everyone steals, littered, and screams and disturbs the order. No matter what their identity is, they will be dragged out.

Every year, the tourists who are dragged out by the Hundred Flowers Dance Party are also one of the major interests of the local people in Yancheng.

On the viewing stage, all the big men who received the invitations for the wind and the fast have been seated. Someone soon discovered that the place closest to the Anzhai Lord was still empty in three positions, and he did not know who it was, so he was so calm at the event.

A few of the small sects who had made good friends with the wind and asked: "An Zhai Lord, I wonder if there are still some guests who have not arrived today?" Anhe can arrange their position in this place, which proves that their identity is very special. It is.

"These are the savior benevolents before the teacher's life. Engong has been busy practicing for many years. I have no chance to see it." Anhe’s head of the questioning nodded. "Fortunately, the public has finally arrived in Yancheng in recent days." ""

When I heard the words of Anhe, everyone suddenly understood that it was the savior of the real person of the fog. It is no wonder that Anhe was so solemn. When everyone was guessing the identity of the three people, they saw three people from the Fengmen disciple's introduction. The headed man is very beautiful, dressed in a top coat, white and colorless, and looks very bad. The little girl who is next to him seems to be young, but it is already a period of hard work. The beautiful face is smiling and looks gentle and amiable. The man who walked behind them both looked fortitude, and the black robes on his body looked ordinary, but they were also the vestments of the top grades. The breath of the body also converges very well.

This is... Is this the ancestor of Yuan Ying?

There are repairs that have been the peak of the Golden Age of the faint sacred eyes to see the cultivation of the man of the Xuanpao, but Jin Danxiu is a realm shorter than Yuan Yingxiu, they are vague and not really cut.

"Well, please come to the seat." When he saw the appearance of Emperor Zong, An He would not be free to stand up and greet him. He said, "The two Taoist friends also took the seat." When the eyes fell on the body Anhe had a moment of embarrassment. Isn’t this the woman who had no reaction to his appearance at the gate of the city that day?

Mou Zong noticed the eyes of An He and looked at him. He said: "There are Lao Zhaizhu lead the way."

Anhe immediately returned to God: "Please go here."

Mou Zong did not immediately follow him, but turned and yelled: "Hey, come." There are many monks present today. There are also many sectarian leaders. They are still small and cannot be scared by these people.

He stretched out **** and sneaked over the edge of his sleeve, revealing a bright smile on him.

Anhe, who walked in front, noticed that the attention of the female practitioner was on the body of Engong from beginning to end. Apart from the ceremony, she did not look at him.

When the three were seated, An He and Hajjongzhuan said: "I don't know if this fairy is?"

"My friend." Yu Zong's tone is faint.

Anhe: "..."

Thank you, I know this is your friend, but the name and identity?