I ran away after slag Xianzun

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Jiang Meiqing's eyelashes were lowered, her eyes were slightly empty, and she looked a little absent-minded.

"Okay, you lead the way."

Gu Jian saw that he was not interested, so she intentionally teased him.

"Hey, did you notice? That wild man seems to be looking at me all the time?"

Unconsciously, Jiang Meiqing turned her head to look at the center of the hall.

But Wuwang's eyes glanced over Gu Jian lightly, and then retracted, none of his eyes fell on him, as if he was regarded as air.

Jiang Meiqing was puzzled, took a step back, and looked Gu Jian up and down.

Thinking about what is so unique about Gu Jian, it was actually remembered by Wu Wang Immortal Venerable?

He said bluntly, "Has he taken a fancy to you?"

Gu Jian:? ?

Gu Jian almost spit out a mouthful of wine.

"What are you kidding?"

Jiang Meiqing looked at him coldly, "Then why are you guilty?"

Gu Jian:?

Why did he suddenly feel that even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would not be able to clean himself up?

"Nonsense! I don't want this kind of ice sticking upside down, because I think life is too comfortable?"

Jiang Meiqing hooked the corners of her mouth and looked at him half mockingly.

Gu Jian wanted to tease him, but was teased instead, now looking back, she stared at him bitterly again.

In the main hall, everyone was discussing matters, and did not notice the frolicking in this corner.

After a while, Gu Jian forgot that she was annoying Jiang Meiqing again, and leaned over to talk to him in a low voice.

Gu Jian has this advantage, and never remembers the old things, so she and Jiang Meiqing are like-minded. Since childhood, the two of them have never really blushed.

He babbled in his ear the anecdotes he had encountered on his recent travels, with a clear and sharp eloquence, almost like a storyteller.

There was a lazy smile on Jiang Meiqing's face, and she occasionally responded with a few words, but she couldn't cheer up.

At this time, the voices of the discussion in the hall became louder and louder, which could not be ignored.

"Now Momei has violated the contract and appeared in the Central Plains again to harm the world and slaughter the people. We can't let the incident continue. Momei's demon king has been suppressed by our old suzerains at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. It is nothing to worry about if the power is low, but they will not be reconciled."

Momei is a heterogeneous race in the realm of comprehension. They live on the ice field north of the mainland all year round. They have a very obvious sign.

That is, regardless of men and women, they all have excellent appearance, and aging does not affect their appearance, so they are called "the ageless people".

But the people in the cultivation world of the Central Plains have always sneered at them, and they are very shameless for their practice of sorcery, and they are extremely disgusted with their cunning tricks.

Hundreds of years ago, Momei made a contract with Xianmen after a disastrous defeat. Momei would not be able to interact with people from the Central Plains, and would live on the snowfield forever.

Until this time, the Demon King appeared in the Central Plains and provoked disputes——

A monk among the crowd sneered: "So what if you are not reconciled? Do you dare to attack Buzhou Mountain?"

Sect Master Yuan looked at the crowd, pondered for a moment, "I'm afraid, that's what they came up with, and I also received a message from the Sound-Recognizing Bird. At present, a group of little demons are gathering in the northeast direction, isn't that the direction of Buzhou Mountain? "

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Is there going to be another dispute in the cultivation world that has been silent for a long time?

At this time, Jing Ming stood up, clasped his fists and said, "What Sect Master Yuan said is exactly what my nephew came here because of Master's entrustment to discuss this matter with the Sect Master."

Sect Master Yuan nodded. He has always been honest and gentle, so he said reasonablely: "I know about this. Now that Buzhou Mountain has damaged Ling A Xianzun, and your master is not in good health, I am afraid that the Demon King should not be suppressed anymore. Zhou Shan."

He thought for a while and said, "Then it's better to move to our Mu Yunzong."

Jing Ming said: "Master also has this plan. This matter is not difficult at first, but what is difficult is that the Momei clan has always been cunning, and they are afraid that there will be mistakes on the way, and Bu Zhoushan will be difficult to deal with."

"That's okay, why not send a chief disciple from each sect to escort them along the way, the demon king is now sealed, so he can't make waves. If there are demons causing trouble along the way, the disciples should be able to deal with it."

"What the suzerain said is true."

……

Jiang Meiqing curled the corners of her lips silently, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Hearing this, he suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at Gu Jian.

"Aren't you the chief disciple of Mount Qingcheng? Are you not allowed to go?"

Gu Jian has always been kind and considerate.

Others don't know about Jiang Meiqing's involvement with Mo Mei, but he knows it clearly.

Even if it was for a friend, he would not participate in this matter.

"How could it be me?" He shook his fan slowly. "I dont go."

Jiang Meiqing had no intention of hindering his future, and said lightly, "If you want to go..."

Gu Jian interrupted him suddenly: "I won't go."

The two looked at each other silently and tacitly.

Jiang Meiqing understood, poured him a glass of wine, and smiled slowly, "I haven't finished talking yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

Gu Jian put on a posture of listening attentively.

"I mean, if you want to go, I'll kill you."

Gu Jian froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, almost attracting the attention of others.

Suddenly he thought of something again, turned his eyes to the man in the hall ambiguously, and said meaningfully: "I sympathize with him now—"

Jiang Meiqing gave him a sideways look, forcing him to swallow the rest of the sentence.

The parliament opened until dusk and then dispersed.

Jiang Meiqing followed Gu Jian and slowly walked out of the hall.

The Xuanhe Palace towers over the mountains, standing here, looking at the stars in the night, as if they are on the top of the head, and you can reach out to pick the stars.

"Mu Yunzong didn't prepare a guest house for you, did it? Go to my place?" Gu Jian thought for a while, and then said: "It's just right, I'll let you taste the second best taste of Mu Yunzong."

Jiang Meiqing looked at him and asked, "What the hell is it?"

How has he never heard of it?

Gu Jian pretended to be mysterious, "You will find out later."

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Wu Wang has a lot of business, everyone has dispersed, and he still has to stay to handle chores.Mu Yunzong is the head of the fairy sect, so many things are naturally handled by Mu Yunzong.

Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the man leaving with the man, shoulders and backs, very familiar.

He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and dealt with today's affairs meticulously.

When he walked out of the palace gate, he was called over by the suzerain again to discuss the matter of Mo Mei in detail.

Wu Wang didn't come out from Xuanhe Palace until he finished dealing with these trivial matters.

He paused slightly and turned around.

Not the direction of his Yunkong Palace.

In fact, Wu Wang didn't know who that person was, and which guesthouse he lived in?I only found out about it after asking a disciple of San Sweeping.

The disciple was quite surprised, when he stopped him, he saw his expression was not hesitant, and thought he had done something wrong, he was so frightened that he almost didn't dare to speak.

Who knew that the Immortal Venerable was just asking an outsider?

When Wu Wang didn't understand his anger, he had already stepped into the guest house full of peach blossoms.

Smelling the extremely strong smell of peach blossom wine, the lights in the rooms on both sides were flickering, and there were smiles.

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

The sound of talking and laughing in the room was more obvious.

"Give it to me..." It was Jiang Meiqing's voice. After drinking at this time, the ending sound was smooth and slightly raised.

"What are you in a hurry?"

"hurry up!"

"Call me brother."

……

Wu Wang's hand hanging by his side was almost clenched into a fist, this person is really slutty.

Lonely and widowed men in the same room, drinking late at night, and still talking so foul language!

With a bang, he pushed the door open.

The force was a bit strong, and the carved wooden door slammed back and forth twice, shaking.

The two people inside were startled, and looked towards the door in unison.