"You really can't come in, there is really an important guest!" Brother Piqiu's voice became louder, "I'll tell you clearly, you can't afford to offend this distinguished guest."

"I can't afford to offend you? Bah! What kind of powerful person can come to your handyman area? Stop pretending. Jia Ruoyan, come out!" A high-pitched voice shouted.

Everyone in the private room was startled. Are they here to see Miss Jia?

Miss Jia shook her head and said she didn't know him or knew anything about it.

"Ruoyan, go take a look. Don't be afraid." Zixia lowered her voice and said. She looked excited, obviously preparing to make things big.

Miss Jia opened the door of the private room: "Who is looking for me?"

"Jia Ruoyan, your destiny has arrived. Our elders have taken a liking to you and want to accept you as their direct disciple. Come with us."

Standing outside the door were two foundation-building monks, wearing deacon brand belts. They were both oily-looking and pink-faced, looking at Miss Jia with smiles.

"Elder? Which elder? Two deacons, are you mistaken?" Miss Jia looked confused.

One of the deacons said: "Of course it's Elder Wu Ping. Didn't you see him in the Spiritual Medicine Garden yesterday? He wants to accept you as his direct disciple. It's your blessing."

Miss Jia's face changed: "I have no special skills and I dare not obey my orders."

But Mr. Gao shook his head: "If Ruoyan really has any special physique, he will be captured sooner or later when he returns home. If he stays here, he will be protected by at least two fairies."

With this interruption, everyone is not in the mood to eat. Let's pay the bill. The total cost of the meal is one hundred and fifty spiritual stones. Yan Zixiu has the spiritual stones, so he will naturally pay the bill.

Yan Zixiu has seen records of this in the classics of the world of immortality. Some techniques are so evil and cruel, taking the essence of others and cultivating one's own immortality.

"Sister Ruoyan, stay back." Qingxia stopped in front of Miss Jia, "Do you two know me?"

He knew that the Four Symbols Sect was hateful, but he didn't expect it to be so hateful. If he hadn't come to see his good friend today, Miss Jia might have suffered.

Brother Piqiu puffed up his chest and said, "This is your distinguished guest."

Yan Zixiu knew about Wu Shan. He was the one who took the lead in kidnapping the Lan family monks. It turned out that he had an even worse brother, Wu Ping.

The crisis has been temporarily lifted and everyone has relaxed a lot.

"Apart from anything else, the scenery inside the gate of Menglong Villa is quite good. How about I draw a group portrait for everyone?" Yan Zixiu suggested.

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, it seems that Qingxia still has a sense of justice. Although the sisters are a little arrogant, these are minor flaws and can be cultivated.

"Shuangxian, this is a good name. It sounds much better than Shuangshu." Qingxia nodded.

On the way to the river, Yan Zixiu asked: "What happened to Elder Wu? How did Ruoyan meet him?"

"Brother Yan, what do you need us to do?"

"The painting is so good!" Mr. Jia has little education, so he likes to use good and advanced words.

After coming out of the dining hall, Miss Jia said that the scenery along the river was nice and suggested that we go for a walk there. Everyone agreed.

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Sister Qingxia knew that he was rich and the Three Heroes of Xiaoyao were short of money, so they didn't fight with him.

"Okay."

Brother Piqiu gave him a 30% discount, removed the fraction, and collected a hundred spiritual stones.

"Of course they are the Three Heroes of Xiaoyao and the Two Immortals of Purple and Green." Yan Zixiu said.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a picture of "Winter Snow Fairy" was completed.

"Small, I should, I should." The ball monk caught it with a smile on his face.

Several people took out a number of items from the storage bags and arranged them in a hurry.

Everyone came over to take a look: they saw the boundless snowy field in the painting, and a winding glacier extending into the distance. The trees on both sides of the glacier were covered with jade and silver, and were in various shapes. There were mountains behind the trees, which were vaguely visible. The sky left above the painting was boundless.

, leading the viewer into a far-reaching and far-reaching realm with long meaning.

The whole painting is in a cold and desolate place, highlighting the warm atmosphere. It shows that there is vitality hidden in the silence.

"Hehe, this is me, this is my sister." Zixia clapped her hands.

The scenery by the river is really nice. People are walking in the snow and chatting quite interestingly.

"You guys set up the tables and chairs. It's time to drink tea. It's time to play chess. If you want to chat, just chat."

Zixia looked at her sister and was silent.

"Yes." The two guys quickly ran away.

"Thank you, Fairy Qingxia." Miss Jia's eyes filled with tears.

Through him, Miss Jia can find Sister Qingxia as a supporter. What about the other helpless female nuns?

When Sister Qingxia heard the word Wu Ping, she immediately stood up with a blush on her face.

"Piqiu! Seeing that you are sensible, I will reward you." Qingxia threw a handful of spiritual stones to Monk Piqiu.

"Maybe Ruoyan has some special physique." Qingxia looked at Miss Jia again, "Some elders like this kind of exercises. These people benefit themselves at the expense of others, and they will die a good death sooner or later. Humph! The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

"

Inside the waterside pavilion, two men were concentrating on playing chess. There were also three women drinking tea and talking. The five people's expressions were lively, and you could tell who they were at a glance.

But now he can only think about it, not talk about it, because this place is under the nose of old demon Wenxing.

"Don't mention it. Yesterday, a golden elixir monk went to the elixir garden to look for medicine. After seeing me accidentally, he stared at me repeatedly. That look was really disgusting. I felt that it was not a good thing at the time." Miss Jia was very unhappy.

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Yan Zixiu set up his easel and started painting with concentration.

"Go back and tell Wu Ping that if you reach out again, you will chop off his claws!" Qingxia scolded.

"Sister, why don't you go home." Master Jia was also a little depressed.

"Ziqing...Fairy Qingxia? Why are you here?" The two fat-haired and pink-faced deacons were startled and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"I don't know what special physique I have. If I had known that the Immortal Sect was so dangerous, I wouldn't have come." Miss Jia was a little depressed.

There is also a red waterside pavilion in the painting that does not exist in reality, with open windows. Next to the waterside pavilion, several pine trees stand majestically, showing an awe-inspiring and unyielding manly spirit in this snow-covered world.

"Wu Ping and Wu Shan, these two brothers are the worst. Especially Wu Ping, too many female cultivators have been raped by him." Qingxia said angrily.

Of course it's good. Everyone was happy.

Yan Zixiu's determination became even firmer and he had to overthrow the man-eating Sixiang Sect.

"Oh, I had known that our distinguished guests were two fairies. We wouldn't have dared to offend even if we were beaten to death. Since fellow Taoist Ruoyan is a friend of the fairies, let's take our leave. Let's take our leave." The two deacons wanted to withdraw.

"If this painting is passed down thousands of years and my descendants see it, will they think, who is the immortal in it? Who is the knight? And which painting master painted it so vividly?" Gao Gao

The son's family values ​​are very strong, and he always sticks to his profession.

Qingxia said: "That's right. Ruoyan, this is my transmission talisman. If you have any questions, please contact me."

"Brother Yan is such a wonderful artist. How great would it be if he could paint all these beautiful mountains and rivers?" Miss Jia sighed.

"This is a good idea." Yan Zixiu thought. Isn't this an excellent excuse for setting up a trap? "The ancestor gave me the permission to move freely in the sect. I can walk around and paint when I have time."

Qingxia looked at Zixia: "Then we will accompany you. Otherwise, if someone doesn't know you, you will have to explain."

"Then thank you two fairies." Yan Zixiu understood that I am afraid that the tasks assigned to them by Old Demon Wenxing included both protecting themselves and monitoring themselves.
Chapter completed!