The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 Liang Yan stepped onto the top of Huangshi Mountain. The female cultivator behind him saluted him respectfully, and then drove the shuttle to leave.

　　 The cloud and mist on the top of the mountain are very cold, and if a mortal is here, I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand half a cup of tea.

　　Follow the public account: Book Friends Base Camp, pay cash and coins when you follow!

　　 But the people present at this time were all people who had the cultivation base, and the spiritual power in the body only ran a little, and the cold air faded away.

　　 Liang Yan looked up and saw that many monks had gathered at the top of the mountain at this moment, including small sects such as Huxin Sect and Tianxiang Sect.

　　 These people are people who hold ordinary invitations and can only comprehend the Huangshi Book of Heaven, but are not qualified to participate in the Baiguo Banquet.

　　 They arrived earlier than Liang Yan and these people, but they couldn't comprehend in advance. They could only be stopped outside, waiting for these people from Pingyang Valley to arrive.

　　 Liang Yan glanced briefly, and saw a little girl in the crowd with long curly hair in a red dress, standing next to the Sect Master in the heart of the lake, looking towards him.

　　 This girl is Jia Ruoyan!

　　 Liang Yan nodded to her slightly, and at the same time secretly transmitted the voice: "Don't forget what I told you, Dumb!"

　　 "Got it!" Jia Ruoyan's voice was rather helpless.

　　 After all, this is the top of Huangshi Mountain, the forbidden area of ​​Zuoqiu's family. Liang Yan was also afraid that Zuoqiu's family would impose any restrictions he didn't know about, so he didn't dare to communicate too much with Jia Ruoyan.

　　 He just exhorted a few words, then explained some details, and completely cut off the contact with this woman.

　　 Liang Yan retracted his gaze and looked forward again, and found that there were still many Zuoqiu family monks standing near the altar. Most of them were in the late foundation stage, but there were also three monks in the Ju Yuan realm.

　　 "It seems that the Zuoqiu family really attaches great importance to this Huangshi Heavenly Book, and they even sent three Juyuan realm monks here."

　　 Liang Yan looked at it secretly for a while, and found that one of them had been met before, and it was the Zuoqiusheng that he had encountered in the Linglong Pagoda.

　　 Just as he was observing in secret, he suddenly heard a few clear neighs.

　　 Immediately there were five giant white cranes flying in the sky from five directions below the top of the mountain, and they just hovered over everyone's heads in the blink of an eye.

　　 "Hahaha! The five great ancestors are coming, Zuoqiu Sheng has lost a long time to welcome, and hope to forgive!" Zuo Qiusheng took the lead and said, arching his hands toward the crowd on the crane.

　　 At this time, a crane slowly lowered its head down, and its long white neck was like a white jade staircase, all the way down from mid-air to the ground.

　　 More than a dozen people on the back of the crane walked down this neck. At first, one person was wearing a black robe, his face was cold, and a scar on the bridge of his nose made the person's face even more hideous, making people afraid to look directly.

　　 "Don't come here without any problems, Eastern Daoist fellow!" Zuo Qiusheng smiled and bowed his hand to this person.

　　 The black-robed monk just nodded slightly, even if he did it in return to Zuoqiu Sheng, at the same time he said: "The Huangshi event is held in a century, and I brought some juniors here today. It is also a way for them to increase their knowledge."

　　 Zuo Qiu Sheng seemed to know the character of this person very well, and he didn't care about his indifferent appearance, but he beckoned to the person behind him: "Take the daoists from the Imperial Palace to the altar where they are!"

　　 A monk from Zuoqiu's family came forward to lead the order, and left with the group of Huangjue Palace.

Immediately afterwards, another white crane bent its neck, and a group of people walked down from the crane's back, all wearing uniform blue robes. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist aunt. When he saw Zuo Qiusheng, he hit the head and laughed at the same time. : "Gui and my two families are about to get married soon, let's not get too far apart."

　　 Zuo Qiu Sheng laughed and said: "I heard what the Taoist friends said is pretty good. After today, the two cases of valuing me are pros and cons. No matter what happens in the future, we will all help each other in the same boat."

　　 "This is nature." Lan Pao Daoist smiled slightly, and led the dozens of Qianyuan Sacred Palace disciples in the back toward the altar they were assigned to.

　　 At this time, the remaining three white cranes also dropped their long necks at the same time, and the other three monks of the Shangzong also slowly walked to the ground.

　　 Liang Yan looked up and saw that the person headed by Ying Miao Gu was a man in Confucian clothing. Hearing Zuo Qiu Sheng and others called it, it seemed that he was called Wan Yutang. This person is personable, talking and laughing with the Zuoqiu family, and seems to have a close relationship with them.

　　 As for the person headed by Yixing Pavilion, it is naturally Tang Diexian.

　　 As the pavilion master now, although her cultivation level is slightly lower, she is still in the forefront, and behind her is the master of Qin Dao, Yan Xinyu.

　　 Tang Diexian changed into a palace costume today, with a blue silk wrapped in a bun on the back of his head, and his body was jeweled and decorated, obviously all carved with extremely precious materials.

　　 She was originally beautiful in appearance, but now under the background of this exquisite costume, she is even more graceful and luxurious.

　　 Liang Yan saw her from a distance, and his eyes couldn't move away anymore.

　　 Seeing this woman talking and laughing with others, for some reason, his heart was empty, and he actually gave birth to a touch of loss.

　　 When Tang Diexian was talking with the cultivator of Zuoqiu's family, he glanced at the crowd, as if he found Liang Yan. But the eyes of the two only touched slightly, and Tang Diexian hurriedly looked away, no longer looking here.

　　 Liang Yan only felt that there was a huge rock in his heart, and he was panicked.

　　 He averted his gaze and looked in another direction. The person who came down from the crane ~www.ltnovel.com~ is his current master, Yungangzong! The fastest computer terminal of the new 81 Chinese website: https://www.@x81zw@@

　　 was led by one person wearing linen and normal-looking. Liang Yan thought that if he remembered correctly, this person should be Shi Houfeng's senior. The cultivation base was quite low-key in the late Ju Yuan realm, so that Liang Yan didn't know much about him.

　　 He didn't know why Zongmen sent such a senior to lead the team, but the two monks behind him were very familiar with them.

　　 One of them is his fellow brother Tang Jun! For this person's marriage, Yu Xuanji also set up a gambling game with Yan Weixian of Qianyuan Sacred Palace, so that his disciples had a battle.

　　 But now it seems that the gambling game at the beginning is still unresolved. Tang Jun’s sweetheart Zhou Yun is still forced to marry Huang Shigong’s seventh son.

　　 "Yi Xing Pavilion will actually send Tang Jun, is there any other meaning of this trip?"

　　 Liang Yan was slightly curious, but he didn't think too much, instead he cast his eyes on the other person beside Tang Jun.

　　 That was a girl wearing an emerald green jacket and two pigtails on her head.

　　 "Li Xiaosong! I didn't expect her to come too!"

　　 At the beginning Liang Yan was ordered to go down the mountain, while Li Xiaosong was retreating at Guanyufeng, and the two had to separate. Unexpectedly, this blink of an eye would be four years.

　　I haven't seen it in four years, and this Li Xiaosong's cultivation base has reached the ninth level of Qi training, and he can build the foundation of the spiritual platform in just one step.

The fastest full text of 噺⒏⑴祌 んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/