"Yes, senior."

Xia Ji listened to the footsteps that were gradually fading outside the house and the little guys laughing and fighting, saying, "Hey, the sect has no soy sauce yet, I have to borrow a bottle from Hongye Peak tomorrow...", "Why do you have to emphasize the word soy sauce? Does it have any deep meaning?", "I understand, I understand, the book says that there is a saying in the world that makes soy sauce, which means not to participate in some events. The senior must be hinting that something big is about to happen, so let us protect ourselves and not care about anything."

etc...

Strictly speaking, he is only 21 years old this year, why should he call him a little guy?

Hmm...

Xia Ji listened to the group of disciples who were actually older than him chatting, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. He suddenly remembered some years in the past.

He lay on the round table of Jingui Palace, and Xia Ning was lying lazily on the couch at that time, with the sun warm and the air filled with the smell of dessert.

It's really warm.

Maybe the war should not be brought to such a place.

He opened the door, and there was a pot of wine and three washed Lingtao outside the door.

Eat peaches.

Drinking.

And in my eyes:

The immortal envoy who had been inserted into the ground by himself finally stopped.

The boy wrapped in silver armor put away his flying sword and stood outside a mountain gate.

This is a bamboo house on the top of the mountain.

The door should be a small courtyard.

There is a bright moon in the sky and a cold smoke in the mountains.

A loud laughter came from the yard, which seemed to be very excited.

But after listening, there was only one person's voice.

So it's self-entertainment.

Xia Ji suddenly became interested and turned his attention here.

The Immortal Envoy waited for a long time until the courtyard became a little quieter.

He knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Xia Ji looked along his gaze and saw a boy of six or seven years old standing in the yard, holding a huge brush in his hands, just as he had finished the last stroke on the white paper four or five meters away.

The boy holding the pen heard the sound, raised his left hand, and the ink treasure on the stone table immediately rolled up, and then turned into a white light and sank into a painted cylinder in the corner of the wall.

The huge brush also flew out casually and leaned half against the bamboo wall in the moonlight.

The immortal envoy said softly: "Sir, Master Calligraphy."

The boy called the Book Saint did not ask and said directly: "Lin Yuan, the bitter bamboo from Jun Zhufeng did not cooperate with you. This is because he has no chance with the immortal machine. Since that's the case, then enlist him to be an air guard and go overseas to fight with demons."

The silver-armored boy, known as Lin Yuan, said: "Yes."

He knew in his heart that this was a special period.

The great figures of the fairy world have been floating in the universe for thousands of years, and will arrive in the human world in at most more than ten years. The Three Mountains must be the realm he will patrol. He and others cannot let the great figure see a Jiufeng without order.

There are so many resources in the small fairy world. To be honest, I don’t necessarily care about a “Zixia Clothes”.

What they care about is whether the leaders of these sects are tame.

If you obey, support it.

If you don’t obey, you will suppress the extremely dangerous demon world destruction team. If you die, you will die. If you die, you will die. Is there any problem with the way of death?

No.

The big man is said to have come with a great mission and is extremely noble. He also vaguely knows that the visitor may be the son of the Immortal Emperor. In addition, there are many powerful people who live in the mythological age.

After a brief conversation, Lin Yuan withdrew from the small building on the top of the mountain to watch the moon. He needed to complete the "exile of Kuzhu" casually.

Gulugulugulugulugulu...

Xia Ji finished drinking the pot of nectar and breathed a sigh of relief. If someone else saw him like this, he really felt that he was not like an immortal at all.

He muttered "The Saint of Painting, Saint of Painting"...

Then he grabbed the Fang Tian Hua Ji, put on the twisted Bull Demon mask, went out, and disappeared into the bamboo house.

In the night, his speed was extremely fast and hidden.

No one can fight him in the night.

Because of his talent, once the night falls, his power and speed will increase by three times!!!

After a while, he had already stood on the cliff of the back mountain, burped, and jumped down.

Immortals will not be thrown to death.

And Xia Ji would not land in a mess.

But in mid-air, he dragged his halberd backwards and shot towards the near sea outside the back mountain.

As the sky turned slightly to dawn, a giant white fish flew out of the water before the red sun rose, and the heavy waves splashed. Xia Ji jumped up, jumped up on the top of the big fish's head, sat cross-legged, patted the slid head, and shouted: "Go!"

Kunpeng stood up and became a white shadow that could not catch up with even the strong wind, flying into the distance.

The sky is bright.

Kuzhu sat cross-legged in the main hall.

He thought about it all night.

Is this my decision right?

However... the disciples handed over their path to immortal cultivation, and he had the obligation to seek better opportunities for these disciples to practice.

The little fairy world is greedy, so what if he is the vanguard of the seniors in the Demon world?

Thinking of his Taoist partner, Fairy Youlan, who understood and supported him, Kuzhu couldn't help but smile, and then stroked the seven green bamboo swords in front of him, sighed and stood up.

Xia Ji rode Kun and flew accurately to the top of the mountain according to the route of the immortal envoy in memory.

The moment he saw Xiao Zhu, his spiritual sense was released and he immediately locked the Book Saint among them. Without saying a word, the long halberd in his hand exploded and shot out from thousands of meters away.

Shu Sheng was sitting cross-legged, feeling the fluctuations of the air flow and the unhidden power. His eyes suddenly opened, "Bold!"

Almost at the same time, his hand suddenly raised, and the big brush outside the door flew over, Ruyi as she pleased, and the lightning shot into his palm.

The saint of calligraphy was calm and he was not in a hurry. When his elbow was horizontal, his brush was blocked in front of him.

Bang!

This is the sound of air exploding in the air!

Bang!!

The wall is broken!

Bang!

This is the sound of a screen being completely torn apart!

Three consecutive sounds.

The purpose of the Book Saint is to have two crescent moons, and the long wind makes a harsh sound from the sky of the halberd.

The Saint of Calligraphy shook his head and welcomed him with his pen.

However, as soon as the pen and the flying halberd touched, his pupils widened and he couldn't help but open his mouth.

Bang!!

The fourth loud noise.

This is the sound of the book saint being bombarded.

Bang!!!

He crashed into the wall on the other side.

The Saint of Calligraphy was shocked and thought to himself that he was careless. His eyes swept over, but he recognized the halberd, and said in a deep voice: "Xiang Bu from the Demonic Cultivation Mountain, how dare you attack me? Are you in a devil's obstacle??"

The next moment, he saw a figure flying into the cave entrance. In the darkness, he vaguely identified the strange face of the bull demon, and the person behind him was not tall.

"You are not Xiang Bu, it seems that you don't need to worry about it."

The Saint Shu shook his head. It was obvious that he was careless just now. At this time, he raised his left hand and moved his five fingers.

Outside the door, the cover of the painting scroll opened with a "click", and one of the extremely long canvas flashed out like lightning, like a long tongue, which suddenly rolled the Saint of Calligraphy and brought it to the ink treasure. At the same time, black characters shot out from the canvas and attacked the Bull Mo holding Fang Tian's painting halberd.

However...

The Book Saint sat firmly on the canvas.

He suddenly felt a little strange.

Because of this world, it suddenly became dark.
To be continued...