Eternal Gate

In the early morning, the Zizhu Peak is surrounded by clouds.

Zhao Yun got up early and was busy at the stove, and Mu Qinghan also left.

"Senior Sister is really of special blood."

Zhao Yun said as he washed the rice, not seeing him for a few days, Mu Qinghan should have had a good fortune. In the Nirvana metamorphosis, he had a reincarnation, and the whole body was hazy. Whether it is breath, or blood, it is far from comparable to before. , The essence is also surging, there is a power hidden in his body...that makes him invisible, if it is stimulated, the lethality should be good.

"Xinzong Grand Competition, you have to show your true ability."

Mu Qinghan smiled. He had seen Zhao Yun more than once, but hadn’t seen him for a few days. Her younger brother has also changed. As for what has changed, I don’t know how to say it. I only know that Zhao Yun has a touch of mystery, just like one. Layers of mystery veiled Zhao Yun's truth.

Soon, dishes filled the table.

"Those scrolls, five thousand and two."

Zhao Yun mentioned the chopsticks, and said suddenly.

When Mu Qinghan heard it, he looked inexplicable, not knowing what Zhao Yun was talking about.

She didn't understand, but Yunyan understood.

The so-called picture scrolls are those previously confiscated by her.

Pick out a pair casually, it's incredibly fragrant.

Are they still in her place to this day?

And Zhao Yun's meaning is still very obvious. You will pay me back after reading it. I can still sell it for money. It must not be ruined. That is not money. You don't want me to take it for nothing!

"Is the skin itchy again?" Yunyan glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun immersed himself in the rice, surely he would be beaten by a fat meal if he dared to say something.

"What picture scroll." Mu Qinghan asked in a low voice.

"Scenery." Zhao Yun replied casually.

These words almost made Yunyan amused, and Chungongtu could say so fresh and refined.

After the meal, Zhao Yun slipped away.

I go to the Laozi account and buy some elixir or something, the elixir to replenish pupil power.

Sky-eye blinking is a good secret method, but it consumes too much. It can't be used the second time in a short time after using it once. This is somewhat similar to the principle of the magic wheel blood sacrifice.

Thinking of the Demon Wheel Blood Sacrifice, Zhao Yun felt a little more confident.

The two kinds of secret methods of the sky have distance limits, and the opponent can ignite, and he can instantaneously.

If you really want to match, it will be faster than anyone else.

Today’s Tianzong disciples are all a little abnormal. Looking at Zhao Yun’s eyes are abnormal, and they are still gathering in groups, whispering and pointing, Zhao Yun’s whole body is unnatural, he always feels that those disciples are Looking at the monkey, and he is the monkey.

He ignored it and went straight to the time-honored brand.

"That's him, the love poem for Senior Sister Yueling?"

"Who else could he be, that love poem, is it still pasted on the jade tablet?"

"I came through the back door, thinking that after defeating three third-rate guys, I don't know the heights of the sky, a true spirit state, but also delusional to chase Senior Sister Yueling, really a toad wants to eat swan meat.

"Toad is a good term."

In the early morning, Tianzong talked a lot, and walked through the back door in three sentences. After all, it was a toad. A love poem was full of uproar, and even the quiet Tianzong became lively again.

Here, Zhao Yun has already reached the time-honored brand.

"Boy, I didn't see it! The literary talent is not bad!" Old Chen Xuan came up with such a sentence, and said with a heart and soul, "However, your fonts have to be practiced... ugly."

"Huh?" Zhao Yun was a little dazed.

"Pretend, then pretend, I know." Old Chen Xuan took his hand.

Zhao Yun was confused.

It is most appropriate to use the word dumbfounded to describe his attitude at the moment.

"Where's the goods?" Old Chen Xuan changed the subject and rummaged about Zhao Yun.

"I'm still getting started." Zhao Yun squinted, this old man is so anxious.

However, he still took the goods out.

The so-called goods are not New Year goods, but a picture scroll called Spring Palace.

Both of them understand a certain transaction, pay the money and deliver the goods.

"You... do you have an elixir to replenish the pupil power of the sky." Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

"Yes, but it's a bit expensive." Old Chen Xuan picked up the picture scroll and took out the wine gourd.

"How expensive is it." Zhao Yun asked subconsciously.

Old Chen Xuan took a jade bottle and said, "Have you seen it, such a small bottle is fifty thousand taels."

"So no." Zhao Yun took it, swept up and down, and the jade bottle was attached to the seal. Inside, there was a cyan liquid, which should be a special kind of spiritual liquid, used to restore pupil power.

"This is the heavenly eye juice, there is no reason why it is not good." Old Chen Xuan stroked his beard, "Use it every day to nourish the eyes, within three days, the pupil power will be restored, and the quality is guaranteed."

"I'll try first." Zhao Yun said, about to untie the seal.

"It's so expensive, so embarrassed to try?" Old Chen Xuan grabbed it.

Zhao Yun disapproved, and threw a stack of silver bills over. The money is still good at the critical moment.

"If it doesn't work, I will scold you when I see the sky."

Zhao Yun took the jade bottle, then turned around and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Whenever there is free time, you must come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion~www.ltnovel.com~ is one of them, and the other is to perceive that strange treasure.

After entering the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the small buds of good fortune began to tremble.

It proves that the foreign treasure is still there, which is relieved.

However, the look in his eyes by Xuan Shan Lao Dao is a bit strange, just like Chen Xuan Lao, holding two hands behind him, looking at the feet from the head, and the head from the feet, not in the monkey, it seems I was doing research, and I had probably heard of something before re-examining it.

"Elder, why do you look at me like this?" Zhao Yun asked tentatively.

"It's okay, I just want to see what kind of breed you are." Old Xuan Shan said that he was very particular, and the thief had knowledge. Zhao Yun's face was not good when he heard it. Is this cursing him?

"Boy, look after you."

Xuan Shan Lao Dao patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder, turned and left.

Zhao Yun disagreed, and continued to read the scruples.

As before, Youlan was also there, hiding in the corner, rubbing the secret scroll with the memory spar.

"I have been looking for you for a long time, come here."

Before Zhao Yun raised his foot, he was dragged away by someone behind him.

It was Su Yu who came out of nowhere. He didn't say a lot of nonsense. He pulled up and left. Seeing his face, he was not very good-looking. It was mainly black, black and bright, and his eyes were sparkling.

"What's wrong, this is." Zhao Yun doubted.

"Boy, you are not authentic!" Su Yu cursed, his face darkened.

"What do you mean."

"Pretend it is good to borrow flowers to offer Buddha." Su Yu opened his mouth and cursed again.

Zhao Yun was even more confused, and I didn't even understand a single sentence.

Su Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense, and dragged Zhao Yun straight to one side.

In the distance, I saw a stone monument called a Qingyu monument. It was a strange stone found by the former head teacher. It was cut into a stone monument and stood there. I don't know whether it is for viewing or for commemoration.

Now, it doesn't matter what it is.

The important thing is that there are people standing under the stele. There are disciples of the Tianzong and the elders of the Tianzong. They all look up at the stele. To be precise, they look at a piece of paper pasted on the stele. The paper is crooked and full of handwriting. , Is a love poem, the love poem written by Su Yu to Yueling.

"Come, take a look!"

Su Yu arrived and pushed Zhao Yun forward with a black face.

There is no need for him to say, Zhao Yun can also see it.

The Qing jade stele is smooth, and the love poems pasted on it are particularly eye-catching.

He recognized that it was the love poem written by Su Yu.

On one side of the love poem, there is still a piece of paper pasted, and it says: Ji Hen, we are not suitable.

Zhao Yun saw it as if struck by lightning.

What's this special?

Why is it inappropriate for the two of us? Su Yu wrote it to you. Take care of me.

Understand, he understands everything this second, no wonder the eyes of the disciples of the Tianzong are weird when they look at him; no wonder old Chen Xuan and old Xuanshan have something to say; no wonder Su Yu is so angry, The poetry that I have written so hard to write has arrived on his head, and you say that God is not magical.

"Speak to yourself, you are not authentic." Su Yu said with a dark face.

"Not very authentic." Zhao Yun looked at the love poem, saying nothing.

I can't say dumb, because his mind is not here, thinking about where the problem is.

After thinking for a long time, his mouth twitched.

He asked Youlan to pass the love poem, and the ghost knew what Youlan said.

"Repay the benefactor that way?"

Zhao Yun covered his chest, it didn't matter if the words were passed incorrectly, the misunderstanding was a big deal.

There is also Yueling. If you don't agree, you won't agree, so I posted it.

After going back and forth, the person who wrote the poem became unknown.

And he, the one who delivered the letter, has become popular in Tianzong, plus the last time, it has become popular again!

"I really missed you." Su Yu said coldly.

"This is a misunderstanding. Someone gave the wrong words." Zhao Yun coughed dryly.

"Someone gave the wrong message?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows, "You didn't hand it to Yueling?"

"Let her junior sister pick it up."

"You... just delivered the letter?"

"Don't worry, when I go back to Yuxinfeng, I will explain it to you."

"Farewell, I don't want to replace the word Ji Hen on that piece of paper with Su Yu's."

"What do you mean, I'll take the blame for you!" This time, the black lines on Zhao Yun's face ran wildly.

"Who told you to send the wrong letter." Su Yu shook his head.

It's a mistake to pass the wrong words, otherwise, he will be the one who is all over the sky today.

It doesn't matter if you are rejected, it's a shame to reject it in front of so many people.

He is so handsome, he still needs a face.

"Oh, isn't this Ji Hen! The literary talent is good!"

When the two were amused, no one said a word, pulling everyone's gaze back from the love poem. Compared with the love poem, this seems to be the protagonist, and there is nowhere to be seen.

"Don't look at your own virtues, Senior Sister Yueling can you get involved?"

"I don't think about practicing, I just think about toads eating swan meat, and those who come through the back door are just so good."

"Little literary talent, dare to come to Tianzong to show off."

Over 90% of them are male disciples, and they all hold a folding fan in their hands. The shaking thieves have a rhythm. Most of them are people who admire Yueling. They have not caught up after a long time. A little Wu Xiu , Actually join in the fun, do not take a photo of urine, do you have that qualification?

"Boy, hold on."

Su Yu patted Zhao Yun and turned away.

"Support your sister's stay."

Zhao Yun also ran away, and if he didn't leave, he would be overwhelmed by spit stars.

These disciples are so idle that they start to spray when they get together.