debt repayment

The two chatted happily.Unknowingly, the east gradually whitened.The yang energy among the ruins gradually gathered.

Ghosts cannot appear in daylight.Quan Ying was afraid that the warm light coming from the eastern horizon would hurt Song Hui'an in the slightest, so she hurriedly took off her outer robe and covered his head.

Song Hui'an was quite reluctant to part with this cute Taoist boy who appeared suddenly, so he had no choice but to say: "I have to go, you go back." After finishing speaking, his figure gradually turned transparent.Through his body, you can see the vegetation illuminated by the sun.

"Then I'll go back first. Brother, see you tomorrow night."

Song Hui'an was stunned for a moment, then replied softly: "Okay."

He turned his face away, not wanting Quan Ying to see the emotions on his face.

Quan Ying looked at his increasingly lonely back in the morning light, and called again: "Brother."

The ghost moved its shoulders.

"……what happened again?"

"We haven't exchanged names yet - my name is Quan Mu, brother, what should I call you?"

"Is it important?"

"Very important," he said confidently, "There are many interesting and beautiful brothers, but you are my favorite."

Song Hui'an scolded with a smile: "Smelly brat, your mouth is so sweet."

Immediately, he was silent again.Maybe it's because I don't know which name to tell him.

The moment the Taoist robe fell to the ground, Quan Ying heard Li Gui's last words to her:

"My name is Azhu."

"His Royal Highness is noble and noble, modest and simple, which is in line with the qualities of a gentleman of bamboo. According to my subordinates, it is better for His Highness to change his name to Mr. Zhu. It is neither ostentatious nor vulgar."

Two sentences from two time and space suddenly overlapped.

The heat and beauty of the morning glow slowly dissipate.

Quan Ying recalled his last words, and Dao Tong's avatar stood still for a long time.He sighed, put on his outer robe again, and wandered around the ruins for several times until the sun rose, and Fang Yujian walked towards the surrounding towns.

heaven.

Yan Wen said: "Dijun, the reincarnation of this sword spirit is really easy to deceive."

Quan Ying, however, had no time for joking, and said seriously, "What do you think of Song Hui'an?"

"Anwen is well-behaved. Although there is a bit of arrogance in his words, he can be regarded as gentle. He really doesn't see the ruthlessness and viciousness that a thousand-year-old ghost should have."

Cang Ji added: "There is less resentment."

Quan Ying nodded.The two immortals are right. It may be a good thing that Song Hui'an is so easy to get along with.

Yan Wen wobbled up, straightened his clothes, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, I still have some business to do, so I'm going to Wenhan Mansion first."

"Brother Yanwen, wait for me," Cang Ji also said, "Your Majesty, I have to go back to take charge of the life wheel. I will go to the palace to visit Your Majesty after the night is finished."

"Two lovers, go slowly. If you pass by Chef Yao's private shop when you come here at night, remember to ask for a distiller's chicken for me."

"I'll make you another pot of stuffed pine nuts, I understand."

This Yao cook is named Baguio Tiannv, she is not a cook, but the flower fairy who is in charge of Tiangong Nanxianyuan. Because of her love of cooking and outstanding craftsmanship, she is very prestigious in Tiangong culinary circles.A hundred years ago, Baguio celestial girl came here from Emperor Xuanwen to gamble a piece of land, led the flower fairy sisters to build a small shop privately, and invited all the fairy friends to try it out.Over time, this small shop was promoted to the second dining room of Tiangong, and the goddess herself was happy to be called a cook.

Because Quan Ying often went down to the world, Chef Yao asked him to bring a lot of recipes for delicacies from the world, and Chef Yao took great care of him.

Quan Ying smiled and said, "No one knows me better than Brother Yan Wen."

Seeing that the two cronies had gone to Mao Chugong, Quan Ying stayed in the Purple Gold Palace, feeling bored, and since it had been a hundred years since the last time he went down to the lower realm, he was not very familiar with the present world, so he let Daotong's avatar stop at a place not far from the ruins. In a small town about fifty miles away, to check the current human condition.

The name of this town is Danxia Town, the land is small and the land is poor, there are a hundred and ten households in the town, except for the farmers who plant the land and weave cloth, they all rely on the voices of merchants and officials to make a living, and the streets are full of store banners to attract money and customers .

At this time, Danxia Town was divided into Zhaohui Country.Zhaohui Kingdom advocates immortal arts and Taoism, so monks walk all over the streets, and the people of the whole country are not surprised by these living gods.Quan Ying put away his sword and landed directly on the main road in the town, and no one gave him a second look.

It's already time, and there are not a few business travelers who come out to look for morning food on the street.Although Quanying's avatar of Taoist boy is transformed from peach wood, he doesn't need to eat ordinary people's food, and when there are smoke and fire all around, he can't help but arouse his appetite.

"Boss, have a bowl of haggis soup and add two big meat buns."

He found a thriving roadside shop, threw a few coins before taking over the table, and then found an empty seat to sit down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, he heard the leader of the table say: "Which family is this disciple, and he came out to practice before he started bigu?"

It was a young man who spoke, and there was a hint of sarcasm between the lines.

Quan Ying heard the prestige and looked over and saw the Jindan cultivator in brocade clothes and sitting upright with his sword in his arms. He thought he couldn't be fooled by Xiaoyao Zhou's empty talk, so he smiled and said, "The small way is just a casual practice. The way is shallow and the strength is sparse. It's not like The young masters are the proud sons of heaven, and they only taste the taste of the world occasionally."

The young man snorted coldly, and a Qingyi qin cultivator who was about his age beside him said: "Since you are an unknown casual cultivator, you should pay more attention to your safety. I heard that there are ghosts haunting this area within a hundred miles. Please don't give me any trouble." The ghost eats it." Then he took out an evil talisman from his sleeve, cast the moving spell, and let the talisman fly onto Quanying's desk.

"Here, take it. This is my Rongshan Yuyin Sect's special spell. If something happens to my fellow Taoist, I will make it run for my life."

Rongshan Yuyinzong?Isn't his patriarch the fairy musician who plays the piano under Le Min?

Quan Ying remembered the ferocious appearance of the fairy musician who used the strings to subdue demons, put the talisman in his arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, young masters, Xiaodao will definitely keep the words of advice in mind."

It just so happened that the food he ordered was brought out, Quan Ying ignored the young monks and ate by himself.The main body looked through the crystal mirror at several young monks inside and out.

Although these people are only at the early stage of Jindan, they are all good Miao Miao with excellent roots.However, in Quanying's impression, the disciples of the immortal sects of each family are very lonely and lofty, and rarely go together with their peers from other families. Now these five teenagers are wearing the school uniforms of the three schools of white, blue and black, and behave intimately. It is unconvincing to travel together.

A group of youngsters who have just stepped into the right path of cultivation and asking are unlikely to go far alone. There are only a few small villages and towns within a hundred miles around, and it is impossible to raise three immortal sects.They must have come from afar.

Where is their teacher?

What is the purpose of joining together several immortal sects?

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