It is said that Shizun is a devil

After a night of hard persuasion by Han Jin, the little white sheep finally decided to sacrifice himself for everyone's safety. Early in the morning, he wore the off-the-shoulder clothes offered by the followers angrily, and held the rich and hearty breakfast plate provided by Han Jin's friendship. Putting on a perfect smirk, he went to deliver breakfast to Chen Cheng.

Fortunately, the sun has already risen, and Chen Cheng should have already got up. Han Jing and others watched the little white sheep enter Chen Cheng's room exaggeratedly twisting his waist, Han Jin couldn't help turning around and laughing for a long time.

Seeing Han Jin smiling, Han Jing couldn't help laughing foolishly, but didn't know why: "What are you laughing at?"

Han Jin waved his hands, trying to be serious and serious: "I just think that the little white sheep's visit should be very promising, and I can't help but be happy."

Han Jing nodded in agreement: "I hope the little white sheep is going well."

The crowd snorted angrily and walked over coldly and noblely.

Han Jin: "..." Did these people who lacked a sympathetic mind completely fail to realize that Chen Cheng might just mislead the public with his rhetoric?Based on Chen Cheng's look at the little white sheep, and Han Jin's own love experience, if Chen Cheng really likes the little white sheep, Han Jin will offer up the little white sheep, prepare three meals a day and feed them to his mouth!

Those who lacked a string in their minds didn't realize anything was wrong. They were busy taking care of the children, taking care of the children, busy dressing up and getting ready for sex. Han Jin secretly estimated how long it would be before the little white sheep was kicked out. Fuwang made some light blood-enriching breakfast.

As soon as Fuwang woke up, he looked around in horror, and when he saw Han Jing Han Jin calmed down a little, plunged into Han Jing's arms, hugged Han Jing's waist tightly, and carefully touched his throat , shrunk his neck and buried his head in Han Jing's arms, refusing to show it.

For a four-year-old child, the psychological shadow of being cut throat is not easy to overcome. Fuwang woke up without making a fuss, breaking down and complaining, and still trusting Hanjing as always. For a child of this age, he is already sensible It hurts so much.Han Jing reached out to embrace Fuwang's small body, trying to pass the warmth of her whole body to him.

"Fuwang, let's practice."

The enemy is dark and we are clear, and the master does not know where to end. It is impossible to save the field every time. Instead of relying on others, it is better to let Fuwang have the ability to protect himself.

Fuwang showed half of his face from Hanjing's arms, and nodded repeatedly.

Han Jin sent a bowl of warm millet porridge: "Eat breakfast, after breakfast, let's start practicing."

Fuwang looked at the rice porridge with longing eyes, but he refused to let go to pick it up. Han Jin scooped up a mouthful of it with a small spoon and fed it to him. Fuwang took a sip, and then quickly reached out to touch the cut part of his neck. As if afraid of rice porridge leaking from the neck.Han Jing and Han Jin felt distressed, but there was nothing he could do. Han Jin quietly scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge and looked at him, and waited for him to confirm that there was no problem with eating before carefully feeding him the second bite.

Half an hour after eating rice porridge, seeing the last bite, Han Jin wiped the corner of Fuwang's mouth with a handkerchief, opened the door with an empty bowl, and was about to send the bowl back to the kitchen. The wind and snow fell on Han Jin's shoulders.

Han Jin picked up the paper crane and took it apart as he walked towards the kitchen. There was the logo of Xiaweizong on the paper, which was the paper crane commonly used by Xiaweizong to convey messages. There were only six large characters on the paper.

The demons invaded, return quickly.

Han Jin couldn't help being stunned for a moment, why did the demons jump out?

Although the creatures in this world are subdivided into tens of millions, they can be roughly divided into two categories, those with enlightened intelligence and those with undeveloped spiritual intelligence. Among them, those with enlightened spiritual intelligence include human beings, demons, spirits, and demons. small class.The demon race is an underground species that has existed since human beings have written records. Their appearance is either extremely ugly or extremely beautiful. They like dark and humid corners and do not interact with other races.Most of the cultivation methods of the demons are to devour each other. Humans feel that they are extremely cruel, so they call them demons, but they are used to this within themselves, and because they cannot absorb the power of the other four races, they never harm other races, but they are very low-key. It wasn't that the Mozu was mentioned in the letter this time, Han Jin couldn't think of this race at all in his life.

Fake Hanjing shouldn't have harmed these isolated guys. After confirming that he was right, then since the other party came to him, he couldn't be cowardly, so he just rolled up his sleeves and did it.When the enemy invaded, Xiaweizong's purpose of sending a message was very obvious, that is, to ask these high-level monks to go home and sit in the township, and be a backer. If the teacher's sect needs it, naturally they can't respond.

Moreover, it happened to be possible to go back and see the retreat place of the real Yucheng.

Han Jin took the note back to the house, and the little white sheep had gone back angrily, complaining to Han Jing that Chen Cheng deserved to be single for the rest of his life.

The little white sheep tore off the clothes on the left shoulder, turned his legs on the table to reveal his big white legs, and said angrily, "I've been like this, and he doesn't even look at me!"

Han Jin: "...He definitely doesn't have true love for you! Let's not stay here anymore, go home!"

The little white sheep also slapped the table angrily: "Go! You must go! I don't want to see that dead face again!"

Han Jin showed Han Jing the small note with the words "Demon Race Invasion" torn off: "There may be something going on inside the door, and we need to go back. Anyway, the current situation is unknown, and our every move may be under the control of the other party. Why don't we go back to Xiawei Sect. There is a large formation protecting the mountain in the sect, and there are masters and uncles with strong spiritual powers. Shanhai Peak is also sixty or seventy miles away from Pingbo Peak. If the other party really came for us, it would not hurt Biefeng. After returning, we can just see if Master Yucheng has left the customs and whether he has left any clues to guide his whereabouts. You What do you think?"

Han Jing only thought it made sense: "Then we won't go to Lin's house, but go home directly?"

Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then looked at Fuwang.Fuwang showed half of his eyes in Han Jing's arms, and said slightly expectantly: "I want to practice with Master, even if I unlock that book, I may not be able to learn it, let's go."

The shadow left by Xuecheng to Fuwang urged Fuwang to leave this terrible place quickly.

Han Jing said: "Let's go then. It's just little white sheep, do you want to stay with Chen Cheng or go with us?"

The little white sheep shook his head angrily, and turned himself into a slap-sized ball of hair: "I stayed because of something wrong with me! Of course I have to go!"

Han Jing dragged his family to find Chen Cheng to say goodbye, and Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows in a rare way, proving that his two standard sword eyebrows were true: "Realist Yucheng entrusted me to protect you, but you want to leave. You go together."

The little white sheep jumped out first: "No need! The last time Han Jin and I were away, the three of us may not be able to fight against a monk who crosses the robbery. You should stay in Syracuse. This place matches your face very well!"

Chen Cheng ignored him and just looked at Han Jing: "Your master entrusted you to me, I promised him that I will naturally do it, and send you to the gate of Xiawei Sect. After you go home, I will go home too." went."

Han Jing said embarrassingly: "It's too troublesome fellow daoist. If you want to go back to the teacher's gate, you should go back. The few of us will take the flying carpet and get home in two days at most."

Chen Cheng insisted: "Being entrusted by others to be loyal to others, no one knows whether the next time you will be chased and killed by one person or two."

Han Jin smiled at Chen Cheng: "Looking at the thunder clouds of these years, there are no more than 30 or [-] masters in this world during the tribulation period. Is Yucheng really offended?"

Chen Cheng said: "A real person has this ability."

Han Jin: "..." Whether it is praise or derogation, the benevolent sees benevolence and the wise sees wisdom.

The hospitality was hard to come by, Han Jing embarrassedly accepted Chen Cheng's escort, several people drove the flying carpet, Chen Cheng opened the invisibility barrier, adjusted the direction, and flew towards Xia Weizong.

There are countless famous mountains and rivers on the road, human markets, bustle and bustle. Fuwang has never been to any place since he was sensible. He only went to Snow City once, but experienced the most terrible nightmare. He was both curious and full of fear of the world below.Han Jin held Fuwang's little hand and stood beside the flying carpet, took out the map, pointed to the mountains and rivers below, and pointed out the direction to him.Fuwang matched the place names with the map one by one, which seems to have a good sense of direction.

Han Jing Lao Huai was relieved, finally the two apprentices were not like him.

"This is the Muzi Sect." Han Jin pointed to the junction of the ocean peaks and plains under his feet, "The Muzi Sect monks mainly focus on planting and advocate innovation. Almost [-]% of the medicinal materials in the cultivation world come from the Muzi Sect. One of the most important sects in the revision world."

Han Jing looked down, and a lively green figure appeared in his mind. He wondered how he was doing now, whether he could carry the banner of the Muzi Sect, and whether he was as optimistic as before.

Han Jing asked Han Jin in a low voice, "Shall we go visit Cheng Qin?"

The sect was in the midst of the invasion of the demons, so it shouldn't have been delayed on the road at this time, but Han Jing showed nostalgia and sadness, which made Han Jin reluctant to grant his little wish.It's just a meeting, it's just a delay of half a day, it shouldn't matter.

A few people landed in front of the mountain gate of the Muzi Sect, and immediately a young disciple of the Muzi Sect came to inquire. Han Jin reported his name, and the young disciple looked at them one by one in a dark and strange way, and went up the mountain to report by himself.

Not long after, the little disciple came back and invited a few people to go up the mountain.Flying over the mountain gate, it landed on the square where a large banquet was once held. The square was empty, and occasionally some disciples passed by with a hurried look. Through the square, they entered the Xie Se Hall, the main hall of the Muzi School for hospitality, and saw the familiar green figure.

Although it is familiar, it is also slightly different. Cheng Qin's hair is no longer randomly tied up with willow branches, but is tied up high with emerald jade crowns, and her clothes are not lively grass-green gauze clothes, but calm and heavy dark green formal clothes. Convincing, Cheng Qin's face is not a heartless and silly smile, but a faint smile, which is obviously a smile, but it makes people feel a little alienated.

The main hall was empty, only a few old friends stood there, and no one spoke, so it seemed a little awkward.

Han Jing felt a little sad for some reason, facing Cheng Qin's smile, with a fishbone choked in his throat, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Cheng Qin approached and said pleasantly, "Why are you here? It's been a long time since I saw you, and I miss you so much."

Han Jing felt that the surprise was not so sincere, which made people feel a little uncomfortable: "Dear, how have you been these few years?"

Cheng Qin smiled and nodded: "Very good."

Han Jing felt even more sad: "Your botany masterpiece, are you still writing it?"

The smile on Cheng Qin's face suddenly froze, he looked at Han Jing, and suddenly put away all his expressions: "You don't need to worry about it, you should take care of the affairs of your own clan first."

Han Jing asked suspiciously, "What's going on in my sect?"

Cheng Qin licked the corners of his lips: "Your master overthrew the Demon Race's Paradise City, and the Demon Race came to the door, demanding Xia Weizong's blood to pay for it, don't you know?"

The author has something to say:

I actually fell in love with 20 words and the two kissed... This is not the real me, but what can I do, if it weren't for the 20-odd chapters of the high-level trial, I should have gone to sleep... I signed a contract, am I playing dead? , I am such an unindustrious person and I don’t expect to enter the V list, why should I sign a contract... I can’t write below the neck in the future... Maybe I have to tease my daughter-in-law to change my age... I don’t know the structure of my brain every day (ノへ￣,)