My filial piety has gone bad

Ling Zhouyue nodded, seeming to realize something:

"Is it because of low cultivation and conspicuousness?"

Wuyu showed a harmless smile.

"I can't say that, but with Junior Brother Xiao here, my pressure is much less. Originally, I was planning to quit the Dao League Tianjiao because my cultivation was too low, but I saw that Junior Brother Xiao, a Qi Refining Cultivator, has such courage. Suddenly I got more energy, anyway, there is a tall senior sister standing on top, so Daomeng won't be ashamed."

Good guy!

Use me as a stepping stone?

Xiao Ran has nothing to say.

Only then did Ling Zhouyue look up at the heroic woman.

so high!

My neck is tired...

The woman also looked down at Ling Zhouyue, her eyes were very complicated and incomprehensible.

"The spiritual pressure is soft, the sword is not carried with you, and even the wine is put on the waist of a man... Senior sister Lingzhou, have you degenerated into a woman?"

The woman's voice is neutral, very sonorous, not angry and pretentious, with a strong aura.

Senior Sister Lingzhou...

Ling Zhouyue suddenly remembered something, and her eyes suddenly shone brightly like a bright moon.

"I remembered. You were a primary school girl in the academy back then. You have grown so tall. Are you married?"

The corners of Hua Lian's eyes twitched slightly, her voice was extremely indifferent.

"Who stipulates that women must marry? This is what you said, senior sister, but you changed first."

Ling Zhouyue didn't care, she was still excited.

"It's not that women must marry, it's just that my apprentice just finished eating his wife's cakes, and you came here. Do you think it's fate?"

Is it true that the wife cake is given to the wife?

Xiao Ran looked up.

Although Hua Lian has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and pretty facial features, even in a temple fair dress, her figure is still not graceful, her shoulders are as wide as armor, and her thick thighs give people a sense of strength.

The size of this car is too big for novices to drive.

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

Hua Lian didn't even look at Xiao Ran, but said:

"Men, you should keep it to yourself. Although I didn't intend to come to you this time, but since I met you, I still want to ask my senior sister if you have any plans to hunt dragons in the near future."

Ling Zhouyue did not directly refuse.

"If the Daomeng's conditions are high enough, we may not be able to take over the task."

Hualian said:

"Since senior sister left Zongzhi Mountain, the Daoist League has paid special attention to the cultivation of young people. The investment in talents does not consider the cost. I think this Xiao junior has already experienced this point."

Wuyu weakly raised his right hand from the side.

"That's not right, Senior Sister, you are called Senior Sister Ling Zhou, and you also call her apprentice Junior Brother Xiao, isn't this seniority messed up?"

Hualian didn't realize this slip of the tongue, and Wuyu pointed it out, which made her extremely embarrassed.

"To shut up!"

Pull me and Master into the same generation?

Xiao Ran understood.

You are not my wife, you are my assister.

Ling Zhouyue said disdainfully:

"It's just catching a dragon, as long as you have hands, you still need to form a team? I bring my apprentice to let him practice. Our team currently only lacks wives, not burdens. You go home and practice more before hunting dragons."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the flagon from Xiao Ran's waist, raised his head to drink, and walked straight forward.

The corners of Hua Lian's eyes twitched slightly. If there weren't too many people here, she would have made a move.

Xiao Ran spread his hands, bowed politely to the two, and quickly followed the master.

Only Hualian Wuyu was left standing by the lake, one high and the other low, blowing the lake wind, whether high or low.

"Senior Sister, we were rejected again. It's all because my cultivation level is too low to be underestimated. Alas, Daomeng didn't choose me to be the arrogant of heaven. Let me take the lead. When will the younger generation of Daomeng be able to stand up?"

Wuyu had a mournful face, her voice was low and slightly joking.

"You are here again."

Hua Lian didn't care at all, after being rejected by Ling Zhouyue, her complexion cheered up a little.

"Senior sister still hasn't changed..."

Wuyu closed her fists and palms together, her face shimmering:

"But having said that, Elder Ling Zhou is really handsome, without Elder Ling Zhou's headquarters Tianjiao, it really wouldn't work..."

"You kid—"

The corners of Hua Lian's eyes twitched slightly, she stretched out her big palm, and suddenly grabbed the back of Wuyu's head.

At this moment, Wuyu pointed to the front.

"Senior sister, look, Elder Lingzhou and the others seem to be in trouble."

Hua Lian looked up and saw that Ling Zhouyue and the two seemed to be in conflict with a stall owner...

Conflict is a trivial matter, Hua Lian looked down at her dangling right palm, stared at Wuyu's harmless innocent eyes, and asked in puzzlement:

"Why do accidents happen every time before you are beaten?"

Wuyu scratched his head and smiled.

"The weak have their own luck, that's why I don't want to advance."