Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

"But I'm not the one Ji Yunlai." Not so powerful, Ji Yunlai said that the current knowledge is still in the whiteboard stage, and the talent is washed away and needs to be re-pointed.

"No need to worry, no need to hide, losing memory will only make them more afraid of you."

"It seems you can't say it anymore." Ji Yunlai said helplessly, "You always have to tell me, who is the child's mother, right?"

Silence, the waters were silent for a while.

"Then is she my own, is I scumbags or they scumbags me?" You have to tell me this? Ji Yunlai was also helpless.

"Is this important? Blood, and how deep the relationship can be." The other side raised his eyebrows and spoke with mockery.

Ji Yunlai had another sudden shock in his heart, and the pressure was even greater: "...Why didn't I know that I still have an anti-social personality?"

"The time is up, if there is something urgent, look for me again, three chances, and two more." The other party shook his long sleeve.

The sky is full of smoke.

The dreamlike world also disappeared.

Ji Yunlai was still sitting in the original room, the original bed.

Holding the jade jue in his hand.

It’s hard to understand me after a thousand years. I don’t think I will be my opponent after a thousand years. But when I think about that memory, I can’t even pit myself, right?

After thinking about it this way, he calmed down. Anyway, it’s already like this. It’s better to do what he wanted to do before. As for the things he didn’t say—it’s been a long time, he will always know, and know the past. It's okay, it doesn't need to be too detailed.

As for the magic trick or something, it doesn't matter, the magic power is there, just make it up.

He has the ability to wear him back to sixteen!

Worse, I forgot to ask where the library is, and I have to look for it carefully later.

And the daughter, is it biological, I remember I can’t get up to women...

Is it an adopted daughter?

Ji Yunlai opened the martial art Huangtu again to look at it.

In the ancient times, there were no books. The king embroidered mountains and rivers on silk with gold thread to record the division of personnel, called the yellow map. Later, it became a habit, and all forces will also have a yellow map record.

Ji Yunlai saw the words on which country the deacon elder was, who was the deacon elder, how old he was, and what credit he had. The golden thread seemed to be able to change as he wanted, and it seemed that it was also a magic weapon.

But after reading it, I didn't find a note about the lady in charge.

Well, it seems that it can only be regarded as crossing again.

…

Kun-Lai Fairy Mountain

Yangshuo Peak is located in the south of Kunlai Mountain Gate. It is one of the three immortal peaks closest to the gate. The mountain is steep and has strange pine and sea of ​​clouds. Just find a cliff and you can see the beauty of the distant mountain gate standing on the shore of the sea of ​​clouds and Danxia.

There are often disciples who sit on the cliff and do exercises and meditate, breathing out to distant mountain gates.

"The mountain gate set up by the leader himself, of course, must come and breathe in immortals often..." This is what the young disciples said.

Feng Qingxiu is also one of the young disciples. As the chief student of this year, he occupies the most scenic location-an eagle mouth cliff.

And there was a green pine next to it, just sitting under the tree, together with the evening breeze, the monk's demeanor came up.

If other places, let alone the ground, the trees are also full of people, so he can have such privileges.

As expected, he has practiced hard for many years, and now the effect is slowly showing.

Thinking of this, I have been cultivating my heart for many years, and I am a little excited. I am accustomed to staring to the north and praying solemnly: "Master, protect me, let me be favored by Elder Yan at the ceremony tomorrow, and enter the inner door!"

As soon as the voice fell, a gentle voice with a hint of interest sounded over his head: "Elder Yan, Yan Li?"

Feng Qingxiu suddenly stood up. When she looked up, she saw a young man with white hair in Xuanyi, who was about the same age as him, sitting on a branch, looking at him with a smile but a smile, the breeze blowing, clear eyes, autumn water, waves Like from the hearts of people.

The person is obviously there, but Feng Qingxiu's divine mind and spiritual sense can't feel his existence at all, as if he is also a wisp of breeze, but he is dyed with this world and occasionally stays in the world.

On top of the foundation, at least it is also a golden core!

Is it the deacon of the inner door?

He will never have the idea of ​​"young, not looking like"-judging people by their appearance will never happen in the realm of comprehension. The younger, the more difficult it is to provoke, it is definitely not just a talk, so Feng Qingxiu politely said: "Return to seniors , It is Elder Yanli of Jiumaifeng."

"He seems to have repaired runes, but his cultivation level is not high. Do you want to repair runes?" The young man asked with a smile.

"Um..." Feng Qingxiu was speechless for a while, but she couldn't help screaming in her heart. Elder Yan is now Yuan Ying. He is not tall and who is tall? You actually said that he is not tall. You think that anyone can see the gods Is it the great elder of Dao period?

So he said slightly cautiously: "I have a shallow cultivation base, I can't think too high."

"Is that so? What kind of ceremony will tomorrow be? Isn't the head of the family's birthday the end of the month?" the boy asked again.

"Tomorrow is the grand ceremony of ascending the mountain once every ten years. The inner sect summits come to the main peak to select disciples. The future of our Yangshuo Peak disciples is tomorrow." The more Feng Qingxiu said, the more strange it became. This is not from Kunlai. Is it something everyone knows?

However, on the birthday of the head, many other sects have sent envoys to participate. This one wants to be an envoy of other sects, so he is not familiar with us, right?

Seeing that the young man didn’t answer, he thought that he would wait for him to continue speaking. He thought about it, and thought about it: “Kun-Lai is different from other schools. The new disciples received will enter the upper, middle and lower sects in order to stabilize the foundation. By the end of the year, those with outstanding performance can be selected into the peaks of the inner gate and rest on the Changsheng Avenue, and those with insufficient performance may enter the outer gate or go to the mortal world to contribute to the sect."

"..." The boy fell into deep thought for a while.

After a while,

"Senior, do you have any questions?" Feng Qingxiu asked softly.

"What's your name?" The boy finally returned to his senses and asked him.

"The wind is bright and the moon is bright, the youth is beautiful, and the wind is beautiful." He replied with a voice, that was the confidence of being in the school for many years.

"I remembered." The young man nodded with a smile and disappeared between the trees.

"Wait..." Feng Qingxiu is a little unhappy before you say who you are.

However, I can see a senior today, and I have gained something. Feng Qingxiu took out a piece of jade slip and wrote in the matter just now, and added a sentence at the end: Zhufeng should give us some pictures and letters, so that I can get to know them. Send seniors abroad to avoid being rude.

Then send.

suddenly!

"What did you write?" He heard the voice exclaimed just now, and when he looked up, the senior just now appeared in front of him again.

"Well," Feng Qingxiu's politeness brought a hint of pride, "This thing is'Net Jue', which is my Kun-Lai unique artifact. It can be linked with other similar artifacts in Kun-Lai Mountain. It shouldn't be given. The disciples below the golden core, but in the three big competitions before the month, I took the lead to win this prize. This is very profound. If you are incomprehensible in your usual practice, you can also connect with the'Lord Jue', if you are incomprehensible. Question, you can go to the Internet to ask, it is the first of my three great artifacts in Kun-Lai!"

Seeing the young man’s astonishment on his face, he was even more proud, and raised his head: "The predecessors may have come to Xizhou. My Kun-Lai master has boundless mana and pedagogy. If there is no earth-shattering work, how can my Kun-Lai Xianshan take charge of Xizhou Wanshan The first?"

"..."

"...Can you give me a look?" The young man finally came back to his senses, his expression complex and unspeakable, he just pointed to that Yu Yue.

"When this thing is distributed, enter my spiritual thoughts, except for me, others can't use it." Feng Qingxiu refused. In fact, others can use it, as long as he allows it, but there is no need to explain this to the other party-from this thing After he got his hands, he stared like eyes, not to mention using it for unfamiliar people, and even his bed-in-law brother was just touched by Enzhun to make him feel immortal.

The young man didn't answer, but just raised his hand, his long sleeves slipped down, revealing the white palm of his fingers, and a jade piece in his palm was shining brightly.

The same paragraph?

Feng Qingxiu was taken aback, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar she became, and when she looked at her hands, she was already empty.

"You little thief—" Feng Qingxiu was so angry that he drew his sword and stood up, "Return my magic weapon! Forgive you for not dying!"