The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

"Anything else?"

Murong Chuan frowned pretending to be puzzled, but Zi Luoyan poked at his head fiercely and reprimanded him: "Pretend, continue to pretend to be grandma!"

"Forgive me, I just want to ask, what is the picture."

Murong Chuan ran away with his head in his arms, and Zi Luoyan's slender fingers were like iron sticks, poking Murong Chuan's head with pain.

"You don't need to know that."

Zi Luoyan closed his hands with a nasty voice, and then said solemnly: "I said I would protect you, and I will definitely protect you, and naturally I will not reveal your secret.

It is indeed a good choice for you to go to Moshuang Temple to practice alchemy. I will properly arrange everything and create a good environment for your growth.

However, you have to remember that you owe me a favor.Are you afraid of dying when I need help someday? "

Zi Luoyan's eyes were burning, her pair of beautiful eyes were on fire, staring at Murong Chuan who was nodding piously and pretending to be obedient.

Murong Chuan also seemed to feel the scorching heat that could break the sky.He raised his head slowly, with a smile on his indifferent face, and looked at the calm Zi Luoyan.

"We have been together for a few years, and you know my character very well. The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by the fountain. The grace of saving lives, the grace of rebuilding, why not be afraid of death.

If one day, you need me for something, Murong Chuan will die! "

After all, Murong Chuan bowed and bowed, showing unprecedented solemnity, as if this bow was a lifelong promise, as long as he survived, he would be imprinted forever.

"Okay! What a mountain of swords and seas of fire, what a hell of a life!"

Zi Luoyan was full of arrogance, stretched out his hand to grab Murong Chuan's shoulder, and turned into a rainbow and flew away.

"Uh, that, Elder Zi, can I trouble you, find a chance to help me send the little sparrow too."

The two were flying in the sky, and they were about to see Moshuang Guanshan Gate from a distance, but Murong Chuan actually made such a request.

"Bastard, why did you go so early? It's almost here, and you just told me I want a sparrow! Are you using me as an errand?"

Zi Luoyan snorted angrily, and Murong Chuan lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "I was scared at the time, it was not easy to survive, so I don't have time to think about other things.

Now that his mood has stabilized, he naturally thinks of Little Sparrow.After the death of the master, I will be such a companion, so you can do it. "

"Bastard, I owe you in my previous life."

Zi Luoyan scolded, although he didn't agree directly, but Murong Chuan knew that she accepted this matter.

Changhong passed by in a flash, and soon passed the Moshuang Guanshan Gate, and flew straight to the inside.

Although the four sects are located in four mountains, and there are mountains connecting the four mountains, the architectural styles and flower gardens of each sect are very different.

Tianji Gate is dominated by green forests, supplemented by flowers and plants. At first glance, it looks like a fairyland, but after a long time, it will have a sharp meaning.

Moshuang Temple is dominated by green bamboos, and the green bamboo forests are lush in patches, surrounded by mist during the period, and the artistic conception is quiet, elegant and picturesque.

Among the green bamboo forests, occasionally there are chic bamboo houses and small buildings scattered in the forest.The emerald green bamboo forest and the elegant bamboo houses form an interesting contrast, like a paradise.

Outside each bamboo house, there will be a small medicine garden.Lingcao fairy flowers are divided into different categories, and they are planted in exquisite small medicine fields, reflecting each other in the breeze, which is unique.

Beyond the loose and scattered bamboo houses, there is a more quiet and unique bamboo garden.The bamboo garden is more delicate than the bamboo house, and the decoration is more artistic.

A clear creek meanders from the top of the mountain, like a gurgling spring, adding endless vitality to the bamboo forest.

All the bamboo gardens located beside the creek will attract a stream of mountain spring water into the garden.

If Tianjimen still has martial spirits, then the mountain gate of Moshuang Temple is a complete fairyland paradise.

Just after entering Moshuang Temple, Murong Chuan smelled a faint fragrance of medicine.The scent of spirit grass and medicinal herbs blended together, seemed to be solidified in Moshuang's view, and one breath would refresh and refresh the whole body.

Across the exquisite bamboo garden, there is a palace located deep in the bamboo forest.It is not accurate to say that the palace is a more exquisite garden complex.

Pavilions, terraces and small buildings, water pavilions and singing platforms, and golden palaces and jade baths are all perfectly integrated with bamboo forests, as if they were grown from bamboo forests, without a trace of artificial carving.

"Damn it, this is the fairyland on earth. Compared with the Moshuang view, Tianjimen is a secular sect, revealing a worldly spirit from the inside out."

Murong Chuan was thinking in his heart, but there was no abnormality in his expression.Shock was shock, Murong Chuan was not idle.He wanted to stay here for a while, so he naturally had to plan his next move.

Although this place looks like a paradise, it is also a blessed land of immortals after all.Wherever there are people, there will be intrigue and discrimination.As a mortal, it is not easy for him to get away with it.

While Murong Chuan was thinking, Zi Luoyan swooped down with him and landed in front of a bamboo garden.

In front of the bamboo garden, there are two female disciples standing on both sides of the courtyard gate.

They are dressed in light blue Chinese clothes, dragging oil green satin skirts with twine branches, and wearing ivory white feather gauze veils and thin smoked veils.

Long hair reaches waist like a waterfall, and the head is coquettish and chic like a cloud in a high bun. In the cloud temples that are lightly and slowly twisted, there is a hairpin inlaid with silver and pearls.

On her creamy-skinned hand, she wears a green jade ring with a plum leaf ring face, and a jade swirl-coloured flashing green double ring four-fold wishful sash around her waist, on which hangs a rose red satin sachet embroidered with a double happiness pattern.

Wearing soft satin boots with lotus blue soles on her feet, her whole body is charming and charming, but also has the meaning of being out of the world, like a fairy descending from the world.

The two of them didn't panic when they saw Zi Luoyan falling, but they bowed deeply and said, "Elder Zi, the lord is welcome."

"Shuizhu, Mozhu, you are on duty today, you are very well informed about the news of the temple master."

Zi Luoyan greeted him familiarly, then pointed to Murong Chuan behind him and said, "Help me watch over this kid, don't let him run away cunningly."

Murong Chuan's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, he never expected that Zi Luoyan would do such a thing.

Just based on Zi Luoyan's words, Murongchuan was branded as a prisoner, and his days in Moshuang Temple can be imagined.

"Hey, I'm here to learn art, not to be a prisoner."

Murong Chuan resisted weakly, but Zi Luoyan waved his hands indifferently, and walked into the courtyard door and said coolly: "You are guilty of learning art, since I saved you, you are naturally mine.

Not to mention treating you as a prisoner, but treating you as a slave, do you have any objections? "

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Murong Chuan hastily bowed to salute, and watched the slender figure submerge into the garden and protrude, feeling a touch of warmth in his heart.

Zi Luoyan seemed to speak harshly, but in fact she conveyed an attitude that Murong Chuan was her man.

The status of the disciples who can guard the gate of the temple master will definitely not be low.According to their word of mouth, the days after Murong Chuan will definitely not be too sad.

"What is Zi Luoyan's identity?"

Murong Chuan was thinking to himself, but the two sisters, Shui and Mo, looked at him with interest.