I ran away after slag Xianzun

He said coolly, "When you come, he wants to kill me even more."

Gu Jian said angrily: "You walk well, why did you provoke him again?"

"Ghost knows? He has a brain hole, and you don't know?"

Gu Jian looked him up and down, "Then where are you going?"

Jiang Meiqing lowered her eyelids, "I don't know."

Before Gu Jian could ask any more questions, he suddenly changed the subject and pointed at the dragon elephant.

"You don't want it to stop quickly? Otherwise, it will definitely be torn up by him later."

Only then did Gu Jian think of the dragon elephant, which was his favorite mount.

But Jing Ming's heart is ruthless, and he has no scruples in attacking. It is really possible to tear his dragon elephant directly.

He hurriedly put two fingers to his lips and blew, whistled.

As expected, the dragon elephant moved slowly. The next moment, Jing Ming kicked it fiercely. It was caught off guard for a moment, and its fat body suddenly fell from midair.

Gu Jian hurriedly jumped up and swung a palm, and the two palms supported the dragon elephant firmly.

He sneered and said: "Jingming, you are becoming more and more presumptuous now, even mortals who have no spiritual power dare to use spells, be careful, I will tell your old man."

Jing Ming stopped and stood tall, his eyes fixed on him, feeling a little cold in the darkness.

After a while, he said slowly, "Who is he?"

"An ordinary person with no spiritual power in his body, not even an ordinary monk, you have violated the rules of the cultivation world."

Gu Jian had a gentle face, still smiling, but what she said was naked and rude.

The cultivation world has its own regulations. Cultivators are not allowed to use spells on ordinary people. Once something happens, not only will their reputation be damaged, but they will also be punished.

Jing Ming frowned, his face became more gloomy, but he still didn't apologize.

His eyes were still fixed on Jiang Meiqing.

Jiang Meiqing felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, did he really see something?

The two sides confronted each other for a moment.

In the end, Jing Ming didn't speak anymore, and led the people away with an ugly expression.

Gu Jian looked at his back and sighed, "It looks like he recognized you."

Jiang Meiqing asked suspiciously: "This is strange, I passed him on this road, and he recognized me?"

Gu Jian glanced at him leisurely.

Xindao, there are still many things you don't know, little white flower.

"Where are you going now?" he asked.

Jiang Meiqing glanced at him, "You asked, Dad, is your brain not working?"

The corner of Gu Jian's mouth curled up, and she answered the "father" unceremoniously, and recognized this female goose.

"The Immortal Alliance Conference is coming to an end. I'll go to see the final result. Do you want to come with me?"

Jiang Meiqing instinctively wanted to refuse, but Gu Jian interrupted him before he could say anything.

"I heard that they were discussing about Mo Mei?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

His steps suddenly stopped moving.

Gu Jian took a leisurely look at him, and that look directly saw him through.

The two of them are like roundworms in each other's stomach, and they can clearly count the number of twists and turns in the intestines.

"Will you go?" Gu Jian said, "Follow me, Jingming will never dare to trouble you."

With that said, he stopped looking at Jiang Meiqing, turned around and left, as if he had already guessed that he would naturally follow.

Jiang Meiqing thought for a while, but followed his footsteps obediently.

As the young suzerain of Mount Qingcheng, Gu Jian would naturally have a place in these fairy alliance conferences, so Jiang Meiqing pretended to be his disciple.

The Xuanhe Hall is the place where the Immortal Alliance Conference is held. Every year, the suzerains in the cultivation world gather here to hold a conference.

What they are talking about is nothing more than the enactment and abolition of some regulations, and the improvement of the disadvantages in the cultivation world.

It's just that this year's conference has been held for a long time, and it has not ended for half a month.

The Xuanhe Hall is located at the highest point of the Mu Yunzong Mountain, under the vast sky, towering toweringly, the cranes at the four corners of the hall are spreading their wings, and they are slightly white in the sunlight.

In the center of the main hall are steps paved with white jade, stretching over it, spotless, majestic and holy.

Jiang Meiqing followed Gu Jian into the Xuanhe Palace. The two of them were inconspicuous in the crowd, and Gu Jian was not interested in greeting those old men, so the two found a remote table and sat down, drinking Mu Yunzong's well-known peach blossom wine, while chatting in a low voice.

Jiang Meiqing said: "Didn't you be asked to find someone from the Hehuan Sect that day? Didn't you find it?"

"People in this sect can't see the light, they only dare to hide and hide, how can I find it?" Gu Jian looked him up and down, "Besides, haven't you unlocked the Chilian now? Do you still want to join the Huanzong sect?" ?”

"There's nowhere to go, and it's good to go back." Jiang Meiqing lazily said, at least he is still the young suzerain in the Hehuan Sect, and he has a place to live so that he won't starve to death.

Gu Jian sneered at him, "He Fangzhong is full of crooked prostitution techniques, don't you tell me that you are interested in their secret techniques?"

"so what?"

Gu Jian was stunned.

"No, I'll just talk casually, do you really like their secret technique?"

"Who said that dual cultivation must be evil and crooked?" Jiang Meiqing said with deep meaning, her eyes suddenly fixed, and fell on a person not far away.

Gu Jian followed his gaze and looked over.

He saw a man in dark clothes and black hair, with handsome features and cold demeanor.

It was the man he saw that day, Immortal Venerable Wuwang.

He smiled ambiguously, "It seems that my intuition is good, you and that wild man really have an affair."

Jiang Meiqing gave him a warning look.

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my neck.

He turned his head away, Wu Wang was listening to the suzerain of Muyun Sect with his head down, his eyes glanced at him from time to time.

Why do you feel a little cold?

At this time, a figure came in at the entrance of the main hall, walked through the crowd, and walked to the front of the main hall.

"Mountain Jingming in the next week, I have seen the suzerain."

The Yuan Sect Master of the Muyun Sect is about 40 years old, with a little frost on his temples, probably because he has practiced Taoism for a long time, and the white robe he wears between walking and walking looks quite fairy-like.

"It's Jingming, why are you a little late?"

"Some things are delayed in Zhou Zhou."

Sect Master Yuan waved his hand, "No problem, how is your master recently?"

Jiang Meiqing slightly lowered her eyelids, the voices of discussions around her were muffled, but they still entered his ears.

"I heard that Ling Axianzun, the disciple of Sect Master Bu Zhou, went into a madness and died not long ago, and now he is probably dying of grief."

"It's a pity. If he hadn't gone mad, in the past hundred years, he and Wu Wangxianzun are the only youngsters who have achieved success in the cultivation world, and they are expected to ascend to the top."

"It is said that he is insane, but Bu Zhoushan's mentality has always been the most gentle, how could he be insane?"

"Who knows?"

……

Gu Jian lowered her head to look at Jiang Meiqing, but saw that he was pouring wine for herself as if no one was there, and she didn't seem to listen to the words.

The two had known each other for many years, and he didn't need to speak, he knew what was on his mind.

Gu Jian put her hands on his thin shoulders, and said in a low voice: "I heard that Mu Yunzong must taste peach blossom wine, and there is one more thing that is the most delicious. Do you want to try it?"

"You know?" Jiang Meiqing raised her eyelids.

"Of course, when the meeting is over, I will take you there."

Gu Jian was still talking to himself, unaware that a cold gaze not far away looked back and forth at him several times.