Legend of the Great Saint

A stream of stocks surging, turned into a pair of translucent wings behind Li Qingshan, long-lost Fengshen wing!

The squally winds stirred a wave of waves in the hot spring pool, and the wings slammed into the sky, and they plunged into the depths of the clouds.

Xianghuafang is as small as a mustard, and it is blurred in the endless forest, and then looks at the north and whistling away.

Although the strength has not fully recovered, you can't enter the hurricane to borrow strength, but take a straight line and keep flapping your wings. The speed is still getting faster and faster, dragging a spiral airflow, and this talent is supernatural, even thousands of miles away. Nothing, at most a day or two, you can reach the junction of Wuzhou and Qingzhou, and then determine the direction, and fly in the direction of Ruyi County.

Li Qingshan looked up at the hollow, and gave a glimpse of the mind to the mirror. He bowed his head and said: "Oman, how are you going to explain my identity?"

Xiang Huaman has come back to God. "Is that one?"

"It’s just a avatar."

Xiang Huaman’s heart was shocked. “It’s just a avatar!”

Over the past year or so, she has never seen him before, just watching him grow up day by day, although he knows that he is getting stronger, but he doesn’t know how strong it is, only to be shocked and let her understand the child in front of her. What kind of power is it.

At the beginning, he promised to give her the freedom to use her for up to two years. She still had some unbelief. If she was a man, she could be a slave to the beauty patriarch, so she would not let go. Now there is no doubt that he is insignificant to him, but his heart is a little faint and unwilling.

Li Qingshan said: "Ask you, what do you stand stupid?"

"Just say that you are a slave to a small man!" Xianghuaman's waist was over, he hugged him, kissed him deeply, and said with a smile. He masked the characteristics of the demon, and he lost a bit of evil spirits, and more beautiful and beautiful.

"Isn't it?" Li Qingshan smiled, and the yu fire in her heart ignited. She dressed up today, wearing a delicate silver crown and wearing a gorgeous dress with a black and black color as the background color. The posture is full of touching and exotic.

Looking down, I could see a deep gully, and I sneaked into the clothes and grabbed her abundance. I gently slammed the clothes and slammed, and a pair of jade rabbits jumped out.

"Ah! Just bullied the daughter of the slave family and bullied the slaves. Well, when Bailian teaches, he will openly recruit disciples in the city of Xianghua. When you go, I will tell you about Green, don’t tell today. I will repair a book. When you hand over the letter to Azi, he will return it to you, but you have to be a slave!"

Li Qingshan said: "What is it?"

"When the end of the matter, you must come back to see the slaves, slaves, etc. How long have you grown up? I don't know how hard it is. I just hoped that you will leave. Isn't it a shame for the slaves to live forever?" The way.

"I don't know if you are very hard?" Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled. This is just a meeting with each other. Although they have not taken the sword and the shoes, they are not lacking in other means. This is not a good reason.

Xianghua Man said a few words when he bit his ear. Li Qingshan’s heart was moving, and it’s really a land of Nanban. The atmosphere is really open!

"Okay, then let's talk about it later!"

"At that time, the slaves will make you satisfied with the moon!" Xianghuaman smiled and smiled. If the Xianghua clan could squat on this backing, it would be more reliable than Bailian. Bailian teaches too many people and has limited resources, and this hand-on-hand leaks some benefits, which is enough for her to enjoy.

A few days later, Li Qingshan ended his ease in the Xianghua Square, or boring years.

The white lotus ambassador opened the altar in the city of Xianghua, and the blossoming white lotus bloomed. It was as big as a round table, and it was full of fragrance and dazzling.

Then began to recruit disciples, only children aged fifteen, and adult witches with roots!

Prior to this, the news has spread, and the bustling city of Xianghua is becoming overcrowded. Who does not want to make his children a witch? Joining Bailian is a shortcut to the South.

In the downtown area, the shoulders are rubbed, and the children are lined up, boarding the high platform, and checking the qualifications. However, there are no ones who have the qualifications for practicing, and the white lotus is very strict. If the qualifications are too bad, don’t want to. It’s almost a hundred picks.

In this place where there are no hundred schools, no major sects compete for resources, a single white lotus does have this qualification.

Below the high platform, under a pergola, Xianghuaman smiled and said: "The messenger is so meticulous."

"This is the foundation and inheritance of White Lotus. The Madonna is on, how can the old man dare to slack off!"

The messenger of Bailianjiao is a kind-hearted old man with white hair and white hair. When he talks slowly, his voice is gentle and magnetic. Even those children who are not qualified, he is warm and relieved, without a trace of impatience. Can't associate with cults.

At this moment, a child boarded the high platform, and when the time was over, all the lotus flowers were filled, causing an exclamation.

The white lotus messenger immediately put down the tea pot in his hand. This is a symbol of top qualification. I didn't expect to be able to get it in such a small place. When the child came to the front, it was even brighter and brighter!

"What is your name? Which tribe is it?"

"My name is gold, and my tribe is destroyed by the sacred tribe. It is the fragrant flower family who saved my life!"

Li Qingshan wore a local costume and gave a tribute to the fragrant flower man, glanced at the fragrant green flowers beside her. Xianghua Green naturally does not have to go through any tests, sitting for a long time, is bored, see Li Qingshan, almost exclaimed, quickly cover his mouth, think of Xianghuaman's account.

Originally, I hated him very much, but I heard that he was a person in the Golden Dock, and he couldn’t help but be pitiful. It turned out that his aunt was eaten by the bones!

The skeletal tribe was severely damaged in the city of Xianghua. It vented its anger on the golden dock, which was a sensation, but it was quickly forgotten. Xianghua City took the opportunity to seize the gold mine of Jinwu, organized a new team of traders, and became the strongest tribe in the area after destroying the bone-eating tribe.

This is always the case in the jungles of the foggy state. Large and small tribes have appeared and annihilated.

The white lotus messenger expressed sympathy for Li Qingshan’s experience and expressed his appreciation for Xiang Huaman’s righteous act, and then accepted Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan stood with a group of successful children. Just waiting for the day of departure, I felt a pair of eyes constantly aiming over. I turned back and scented the green flowers and smiled. Xianghua Green quickly turned around and didn't dare to look again!

At the same time, the avatar has also stepped into the Qingzhou area, but after entering Qingzhou, he added a little care, try to fly over the clouds. When there is no cloud, he must try to hide his figure. He does not want to let the ink Dragon King knows that he is still alive!

When Li Qingshan will follow the Bailian messenger to go to a branch of Bailianjiao, on the other side, the familiar landscape begins to enter the eye!

I have been back for nearly three years!

Li Qingshan first went to the Lianyue Mountains, and the Factions still existed. He was not broken. He gave a slight relief. It seems that his identity has not been leaked. Otherwise, his own house cannot be safely preserved. Gu Yanying and flowers The praise was still quite interesting. He didn’t leak his secret because he got his death.

As long as they don't say it, no one will bother him to retreat, even if Han Qiongzhi will not. For practitioners, practice is the most important thing, and it is a crucial moment to prove that it is not closed.

Practice itself is also extremely time consuming. The higher the realm, the more it is. It is not surprising that it will be closed for two or three years. There are also many people who feel that the life of the practitioner is long and far superior to the mortal, but the time to truly enjoy life in the world is not necessarily worthy of the mortal. But I really want people who say this to be mortals, but they are not willing.

"Isn't Xiao An still coming back? Have you ever spent the day robbery, or are you learning to sing the dragon?"

Li Qingshan turned to the heart of the Dongfu, Shimen closed, he called a few voices and did not respond, he was about to leave, suddenly glanced at the foot, could not help but snorted, the ground outside the cave was full Moss, this also means that she is either retreating, isolating everything from the outside world, or she has not returned to the palace for a long time.

People in the Qinghe Fucheng city come and go, it is still so lively. In front of the Eagle Wolf, it is still cold.

In a room high up in the building, the flower was exposed to the hand, and quietly listened to the report of a red wolf guard. It took several years to precipitate the various insights of the 醍醐 醍醐, and adapted to the status and identity of the bastion monk. Suddenly, there is also the temperament of the superiors~www.wuxiaspot.com~ However, in the view of Li Qingshan outside the window, it is inevitable that there is a stranger. In contrast, Xianghuaman is more familiar and familiar. After all, it is a few years!

The indifferent nature of the practice road is not in vain. If the memory of the non-cultivators is very good, I am afraid that there will be a retreat and forget the names of relatives and friends.

This is not an alarmist. The three years of retreat is not as simple as the separation of mortals for three years. Every retreat is to throw away all foreign objects and go deep into the world of profound and profound practice. It is said that practitioners have retired for ten years and have forgotten what their name is. . Others told him who he was, but he felt that the name was strange and gave him a new name.

Being too close will damage the self-will and affect the practice. Therefore, it is better to be intimate with Xiao An. In a certain sense, Xiao An does not have his own pursuit and will follow him as a practice. Take his way for his own way.

If the flowers are exposed, they look out the window, but they are empty.

When she finished her work and broke away, a tender voice suddenly came into her ear: "Where is your brother?"