On the winding path at the foot of Huatang Mountain, I saw a slender girl wearing a white skirt and wide sleeves, looking like a dream and a fairy, standing on a wooden bridge over a small river.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, the girl turned back in confusion, revealing a face so beautiful that it was almost flawless.

She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes sparkling with luster. After seeing his face clearly, she took a half step back like a frightened deer, and then saluted in a panic: "Master Yu."

Yu Hulan didn't speak for a long time, but looked at the girl in front of him with her long black hair falling softly while she was saluting.

Face image.

So are the eyes.

Her figure is more like the silhouette at this moment.

After a long while, Yu Huilan spoke again, his voice became softer and softer, but his eyes became darker and darker, and brighter and brighter.

"What's your name? Where are you a disciple? Are you willing to come to Shaohe's Abyss?"

The girl in white on the bridge is Zhu Wanzhao.

Hearing this, her figure trembled slightly.

She looked at Yu Hulan carefully several times, then she straightened up a little flattered, looked at him for a moment, and then looked away with some panic.

"Hexu Shan Sect, Zhu Wanzhao." Zhu Wanzhao said softly: "I have met Sect Master Yu."

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Immortal Lord Zhiheng stroked his beard and listened to the long and short sighs in his ears, but his eyes always fell in the direction of Hexu Shan Sect.

He was already in the Qixingtian, and if he concentrated hard enough to listen, even though the distance was a bit far, he could still clearly hear the little bit of movement coming from over there.

How to say it.

Although it was a bit outrageous, the smile on Immortal Lord Zhiheng's face looked increasingly proud and comforting.

good.

This is a good reason for provoking trouble.

The energy and time he spent on these disciples were not in vain.

After returning from this trip, Immortal Lord Zhiheng felt that he might not be able to make an exception and give these disciples a few words.

But Immortal Lord Zhiheng then thought of the "Medicine Deliverer Boy".

Immortal Lord Zhiheng: "..."

Damn it, no matter how many times I think about it, I feel like Wuyu’s mother opened the door for Wuyu, and Wuyu is home.

He was an old acquaintance of Elder Yu Meng, and he usually praised his calligraphy to the highest standards, so he came up with the idea of ​​giving him a calligraphy.

Otherwise, who would give this as a gift?

Spiritual treasures in the world are easy to find. His calligraphy treasures follow his wishes. If he doesn't want to write, he doesn't have to write. This is a unique and priceless treasure in the true sense.

He didn't feel that his relationship with Elder Yu Meng was close enough to give him a calligraphy treasure.

Tsk.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like my calligraphy has been tarnished.

Even this month I have no interest in writing.

Immortal Lord Zhiheng's thoughts were wandering further and further, and he had already reached the point where he was fantasizing about how he could be perfectly smooth and smooth but let Shao Hezhiyuan compensate...

A little further on the road, two figures appeared.

The elders who were full of anger looked at him with a look of surprise.

The God of Judgment raised his eyebrows high, crossed his arms and sneered: "Headmaster Yu left us hanging here, but he went to Wenxiang Runyu. I don't know when Gallery Youmeng changed to Jinwu Zangjiao.

Owner."

The words were spoken in a moderate volume, and they happened to fall into Yu Huilan's ears.

Zhu Wanzhao still looked timid and confused, and she didn't even dare to raise her head. Looking from Yu Hualan's point of view, she could only see her small, delicate and slightly red auricles.

Yu Hulan's eyes fell secretly for a moment, and then he raised his eyebrows to look at the God of Judgment: "Don't talk nonsense. It was on my way back that I happened to meet this lost little friend from Hexu Mountain, and I took the opportunity to send her back to Zhiheng.

It’s just with the Immortal Lord.”

Immortal Lord Zhiheng was still eating melon at first.

As I got closer, I felt that Zhu Wanzhao's figure looked a little familiar.

To be honest, with such a face, once you see it once, it's hard not to look familiar.

As a result, while he was still thinking about it, Yu Hualan's words had already hit him.

Immortal Lord Zhiheng: "...???"

Forget about anything else.

With your temperament, Yu Hualan, how can you still be so pleasant when you come down from Huatang Mountain and meet an expatriate disciple who obviously wants to get closer to Huatang Mountain?!

Moreover, this Zhu Wanzhao is just wandering around outside at such a late hour...
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