Eternal gate

In the early morning, Zizhu Peak is shrouded in clouds and mist.

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

"Senior sister is really of special blood."

Zhao Yun said while washing rice, after not seeing each other for a few days, Mu Qinghan must have received a blessing. In the Nirvana transformation, he was reborn. His whole body was filled with haze. Whether it was breath or blood, it was far from what it was before. , the essence is surging enough, and there is a power hidden in the body that he cannot see through. If it is stimulated, the lethality should be quite high.

"In the new sect competition, you have to show your true skills."

Mu Qinghan smiled and saw Zhao Yun more than once. After not seeing each other for a few days, her junior brother had also changed. As for what changed, he couldn't explain it. He only knew that Zhao Yun had a mysterious aura, just like a A mysterious veil covers Zhao Yun's truth.

Soon, the table was filled with dishes.

"Those scrolls, five thousand taels each."

Zhao Yun raised his chopsticks and suddenly said this.

After hearing this, Mu Qinghan looked confused, not knowing what Zhao Yun was talking about.

She didn't understand, but Yun Yan did.

The so-called scrolls are those that were confiscated by her before.

No matter which pair you pick out, they are incomparably fragrant and gorgeous.

So far, is it still there with her?

And Zhao Yun's meaning is still very obvious. Return it to me after reading it, and I can still sell it for money. You must not destroy it. It is not money. It is just money in vain. You don't want me to take it!

"Is your skin itchy again?" Yun Yan glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was immersed in eating rice, determined that if he dared to say another word, he would be beaten up.

"What picture scroll?" Mu Qinghan asked softly.

"Landscape kind of thing." Zhao Yun replied casually.

These words almost made Yun Yan laugh, Spring Palace Pictures could say it was so fresh and refined.

After the meal, Zhao Yunliu disappeared.

I went to Lao Tzu's house and bought some elixirs, the kind of elixirs that can replenish my pupil power.

The Sky Eye Flash is a good secret technique, but it consumes too much. If you use it once, you will not be able to use it a second time in a short period of time. This is somewhat similar to the principle of the Demonic Wheel Blood Sacrifice.

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

The two secret techniques of the Sky Eye have distance limitations. The opponent can light a fire, and he can teleport.

If they really want to face each other, then whoever is faster will be faster.

Today's Tianzong disciples are all a little abnormal. They look at Zhao Yun abnormally. They are also gathered in small groups, whispering and pointing. Zhao Yun's whole body is unnatural. He always feels that those disciples are... He was looking at a monkey, and he was the monkey.

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

"Is it him who sent the love poem to Senior Sister Yueling?"

"Who else could it be if he wasn't him? That love poem is still affixed to the jade tablet?"

"He came through the back door, thinking that he defeated three third-rate people in a fight, so he didn't know how high the sky is. A person in the true spiritual realm wants to pursue Senior Sister Yue Ling. He is really a toad who wants to eat swan meat."

"Toad is a good word."

In the early morning, there was a lot of discussion in Tianzong. They kept going through the back door until the end, and a love poem made a lot of noise. Even the silent Tianzong became lively again.

Here, Zhao Yun has fought his way to a time-honored brand.

"Boy, I didn't see it! You have good literary talent!" This is what Chen Xuan said when he first came up, and he said it with great meaning, "But your handwriting needs to be improved...it's so ugly."

"What?" Zhao Yun was a little confused.

"Pretend, keep pretending, I know it all." Old Chen Xuan put his hands in his hands.

Zhao Yun was confused when he heard this.

The word "confused" is the best way to describe his demeanor at this moment.

"Where's the goods?" Old Chen Xuan changed the subject and turned over Zhao Yun's body.

"Why did you get started?" Zhao Yun glanced sideways, how anxious this old man was.

However, he still took out the goods.

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

Both of them understand a certain transaction, and one hand pays the money and the other hand delivers the goods.

"Do you... have any elixir that can replenish the power of the Heavenly Eyes?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

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

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

Mr. Chen Xuan took out a jade bottle and said, "Did you see it? Such a small bottle costs fifty thousand taels."

"It's good." Zhao Yun took it and scanned it up and down. The jade bottle had a seal, and inside it was a cyan liquid. It should be a special spiritual liquid specially used to restore eye power.

"This is the spiritual juice of the Heaven's Eye. There is no reason why it is not easy to use." Old Chen Xuan stroked his beard, "Use it every day to drip it into the eyes to nourish it. Within three days, the pupil power will be restored and the quality is guaranteed."

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

"It's so expensive, are you willing to try it?" Old Chen Xuan snatched it over.

Zhao Yun didn't take it seriously and threw a wad of banknotes over. Money was still useful at the critical moment.

"If it doesn't work, I will curse you in the sky."

Zhao Yun took the jade bottle, turned around and left, heading to the Scripture-Tiding Pavilion.

Whenever I have free time, I must come to the Sutra Collection Pavilion.

Reading is one, and the other is sensing the rare treasure.

Entering the Sutra Pavilion, the little buds of creation began to tremble.

It proves that the exotic treasure is still there, so I feel relieved.

However, the way Old Taoist Xuan Shan looked at him was a bit strange. He was also looking at him behind him with his hands in his hands, looking from his head to his feet, and then from his feet to his head, just like Mr. Chen Xuan. I was doing research and probably heard something, so I took another look at this thing.

"Elder, why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Yun asked tentatively.

"It's okay, I just want to see what kind of breed you are." Xuanshan's words were quite elegant and knowledgeable. Zhao Yun looked bad after hearing this. Was he scolding him in a roundabout way?

"Boy, keep an eye on you."

Xuanshan Taoist patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Zhao Yun disapproved and continued to read the scruples.

Just like before, Youlan is also there, hiding in the corner, rubbing the secret scroll with the memory crystal.

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

Before Zhao Yun could lift his feet, he was dragged away by someone behind him.

It was Su Yu who appeared out of nowhere. Without saying a word, he picked him up and walked away. Judging from his face, he didn't look very good-looking. It was mainly black, so black that it was translucent, and there were sparks in his eyes.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yun asked doubtfully.

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

"What do you mean?"

"You're just pretending, you're borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha." Su Yu opened his mouth and cursed again.

Zhao Yun was even more confused. He was borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. I couldn’t understand a word he said.

Su Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense and dragged Zhao Yun straight to the other side.

In the distance, a stone monument has been seen. It is the so-called Qing Jade Stele. It is a strange stone found by the previous headmaster. It was cut into a stone monument and erected there. I don't know whether it is for viewing or for commemoration.

Now, nothing matters.

The important thing is that there are people standing under the stone tablet. There are Tianzong disciples and Tianzong elders. They are all looking up at the stone tablet. To be precise, they are looking at a piece of paper attached to the stone tablet. The paper is crooked and full of handwriting. , is a love poem, the love poem Su Yu wrote to Yue Ling.

"Come, take a look!"

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

No need for him to say anything, Zhao Yun also saw it.

The clear jade stele is smooth, and the love poems affixed to it are particularly eye-catching.

He recognized it as the love poem written by Su Yu.

There is also a piece of paper attached to one side of the love poem, which reads: Ji Hen, we are not suitable.

When Zhao Yun saw it, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Where is this?

What do you mean we are not suitable for each other? Su Yu wrote it to you, so don't worry about me.

Got it, he understood everything in this second. No wonder the disciples of Tianzong looked at him strangely; no wonder Old Master Chen Xuan and Old Taoist Xuan Shan had something to say; no wonder Su Yu was so angry, The poem that I have written so hard has fallen on his head, and you say that God is not miraculous.

"Speak for yourself, are you honest?" Su Yu said with a dark face.

"Not very authentic." Zhao Yun looked at the love poem and said it blankly.

It can't be said that he was in a daze, because his mind was not here and he was thinking about what went wrong.

After thinking for a long time, he twitched the corners of his mouth.

He asked You Lan to send the love poem to him. Who knows how You Lan passed it on.

"Is this how to repay your benefactor?"

Zhao Yun covered his chest. It didn't matter if the words were conveyed incorrectly, the misunderstanding had become bigger.

And Yue Ling, if you don’t agree, you won’t agree, so why did you post it?

Over time, the person who wrote the poem became unknown.

But he, the messenger, has become popular all over the Tianzong. In addition to the last time, he has become popular again!

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

"This is a misunderstanding. Someone sent the wrong message." Zhao Yun coughed dryly.

"Someone spread the wrong message?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows, "You didn't hand it over to Yue Ling with your own hands?"

"I asked her junior sister to take it over."

"You...delivered the letter like this?"

"Don't be impatient. I'll explain it to you when I get back to Yuxin Peak."

"Farewell, I don't want the word Ji Hen on that piece of paper to be replaced by my Su Yu's."

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

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

It's a shame that I spread the wrong message, otherwise, he would be the one who is popular in Tianzong today.

It doesn't matter if you are rejected, it is very embarrassing to refuse in front of so many people.

He is so handsome, but he still needs face.

"Hey, isn't this Ji Hen! His literary talent is quite good!"

While the two were teasing, someone said something that drew everyone's attention away from the love poem. Compared to the love poem, this person seemed to be the protagonist, and no one knew where he came from.

"You don't care about your own virtues. Is it something you can get your hands on, Senior Sister Yueling?"

"If you don't think about spiritual practice, you only think about toads eating swan meat. Those who come through the back door will be successful."

"You have a small literary talent, but you dare to come to Tianzong to show off."

There was a lot of cynicism. More than 90% of them were male disciples, and all of them held a folding fan in their hands. They shook it rhythmically. Most of them were admirers of Yue Ling. After chasing for a long time, they could not catch up. A small martial arts cultivator , you actually joined in the fun and didn’t even urinate and take photos. Do you have the qualifications?

"Boy, hold on."

Su Yu patted Zhao Yun, then turned around and disappeared.

"Support your sister."

Zhao Yun also ran away. If he didn't leave, he would be drowned in saliva.

These disciples were so idle that they started to rant when they got together.