Chapter 759

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Shocked

Anger

And

Stupid

Taoist Huanglong didn't expect that a mountain repair in the golden elixir realm would be so crazy.

He would point at his nose and scold me for being a repairman!

Point to your nose and ask if you deserve it!

It's just a friar in the golden elixir realm and a friar in yamazawa.

They are very confused. Is this man... Is he not afraid of death?

Other people looked at Jiang Lin, and their eyes were no different from those of Taoist Huanglong and others. Even they could think that this brother had been dumped

Although it is said that fighting among monks is prohibited at Xianzhou ferry, there is no way for Xianzhou to be partial to this deliberate provocation to the door.

Even if you are beaten flat, you can't help it. Who let you die.

Sure enough, Tianlei Zong's running mood is extremely bad.

Even my father hasn't scolded me. You're not qualified to scold me!

Is it true that I don't get angry when I run?

At the next moment, the dark blue lightning overflowed from the running fan, and the irritable spirit pressure covered the whole audience.

"Stab!"

Concentrated thunder blows directly to Jianglin!

Looking at this sky thunder, Jiang Lin was ecstatic!

you 're right! Not a little happy, but ecstasy!

Provoking these people is a trivial matter. What worries Jiang Lin most is how to enter lengbingqing's room.

Finally, Jiang Lin figured it out!

As long as you are hurt, the cold girl should be responsible for me, right? I don't believe it. Cold girl will pick up her pants and recognize people!

So, when the lightning touched Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin was ready to be hit by lightning, and then pretended to fall to the ground, and then pretended to twitch a few times.

But unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the sky thunder was directly cut off by the sword Qi, and the violent spiritual power was instantly suppressed.

When Jiang Lin reacted, Leng Bingqing was already standing in front of Jiang Lin, and the slender back was so pure that the flawless sword Qi spread from her.

"You want to fight?" Leng Bingqing looked directly at them with his unpopular eyes and could not see sadness and joy

But if they nod, Jiang Lin can guarantee that Leng Bingqing will draw his sword without reservation!

"Leng girl misunderstood. I just want to teach this unknown wild cultivation some lessons so that he can know what respect for elders is." Chen Ben holds the fan.

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When you want Mo Li, a woman who has received classical conservative education since childhood, to make such a bold move in public, even if no one sees it, her mind has long been tense and blank.

In fact, when Moli grabbed Jiang Lin's palm, Moli thought Jiang Lin would take it back soon, so he pressed it gently with a little strength.

But for Jiang Lin, it's like cotton pressing on the back of his hand, and under the palm is ink's symmetrical and elastic thigh.

On the contrary, Jiang Lin is a little forgetful.

"No, no! I'm a gentleman! Mo Li is nervous and holds my hand. What am I thinking? "

Jiang Linjiang shook his head and began to be cursed by meditation.

Just reading, Jiang Lin found that his palm began to be teased.

And itchy.

Squinting, Jiang Lin noticed that Mo Li was quietly playing with his palm.

Those small and beautiful Qian hands fiddle with their fingers from time to time, gently pinch the back of Jiang Lin's hand from time to time, and then from time to time compare their white, tender and smooth hands with Jiang Lin's palm, hoping to see how big Jiang Lin's hand is.

The girl's jade eyes twinkled with happy and bright light, like an innocent little girl who found a plush doll.

It's all right.

Playing, perhaps until the rise, Moli began to tickle in the palm of Jiang Lin's hand

"Please bring me a letter when you go." With that, Jiang Lin took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Fang.

"Of the ten thousand demon country?"

"Yes."

They didn't say their names, but they all knew who the other party meant.

......

"Are you gone?"

Outside the thatched house of Longming academy, the old man looked at the direction outside the mountain gate, his eyes empty, like some presbyopia, trying to see something clearly.

"Go back to the dean and go."

Han zhe served Sikong disciple. Now he can go down to the ground. After being ravaged by Jiang Lin's sword, there are faint signs of breakthrough.

"Well..."

The old man nodded.

Looking at the respected old man around him, Han zhe wanted to stop talking.

Room skirt: "...."

The woman looked at Fang's skirt in surprise, looked carefully, and then smiled: "the childe should be Fang pestle Sword Fairy."

"Does madam know me?"

The room copied skirt was a little unexpected. The room copied skirt had no impression on her, and the woman in front had no spiritual fluctuation at all. She was obviously a mortal.

How can a mortal know himself thousands of years ago.

"My name is Qin Ai. Thousands of years ago, I was also a monk. I was a mortal in this life, but I retained some memory." The woman named Qin Ai smiled.

Although the woman said it was light, Jiang Lin and Fang copied skirts were surprised.

To keep the memory of previous lives is to know it by birth.

It's easy to say, but the difficulty is incomparable.

Looking at Jiang Lin's puzzled appearance, Qin Ai explained with a smile: "thousands of years ago, my concubine was a disciple of liudaozong. Now the Zong door has disappeared."

"The secret law of the six Taoist schools, the six Taoist students." Fang Chu looked at Qin Ai. "You gave up your accomplishments in the five realms, even cut off the opportunity to preach later, and became a mortal, so that you can know it every time you reincarnate."

"What Mr. Fang said is exactly what he said."

"For him?"

The room pestle looked at the transparent man's soul behind her, and he leaned

With a little shyness.

"You're not going to tear down his grave, are you?" Jiang Lin asked.

The room took a white skirt and glanced at Jiang Lin: "do you think I look like such a person?"

"A little."

“......”

After a little fun, they came to a mountain with weak spiritual power.

There are no trails and pavilions on this mountain. At first glance, no one has lived in it and didn't want to develop it.

Push away the thorns and branches, and then scare off a few green bamboo leaves.

The two of Jiang Lin, covered with leaves, came to a small open space. In the center of the rebirth of weeds, a simple grave stood there. The grave grass was already old and high.

In front of the tombstone, a 30-year-old woman was holding a book and reading softly. Beside the woman, a man sat cross legged and closed his eyes, but the sun could penetrate his body and fall on the stone tablet.