Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 2541
After all, Li Chuan was a busy person, so he couldn't really chat here, so someone came to him soon.

The other party explained that he would go to her for something in a few days, so he said goodbye and left.

However, Ningxia didn't have time to spare either. As soon as True Monarch Cuiwei left, He Qing came back. He didn't know how long he had been waiting by the side, probably because of what happened just now.

After a while of cooling down just now, Ningxia has adjusted a long time ago, and she is no longer angry.Besides, she had already reported that harmless little grievance herself on the spot, so there was no need to add trouble to herself now.

So she greeted He Qing as usual, and the other party seemed to be relieved and said that it was her fault, and she was stopped by the villain because of her inconsideration.

How can someone take all the problems on himself like this.Obviously it is the problem of the disciple who is looking for trouble, He Qing didn't steal or snatch such a rare invitation to give her, so why would he think that there is such a strange thing who wants to find trouble?But the other party still felt self-blame because of this, thinking that he had made improper arrangements.

Ningxia saw in the other party similar characteristics to a former friend.She felt a little ashamed because she suspected that all this was a high-end game arranged by the other party. The moral level shown by this guy is not generally high, so how could he do such a thing.

Not wanting to worry about it anymore, she waved her hand and quickly changed the subject to talk about the premium invitation.

It was only then that she realized that he was really sincere. After all, he only had two invitations, and he gave her the good one.Ning Xia originally thought that the other party had two premium invitations before sharing one with her, but now...she just felt that the things in her hand had become a little heavy.

He Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he just let her participate with peace of mind, just to see it.

Although he has seen Ningxia's formation skills before, but the opponent is young after all, and it is difficult to stand out against many formation masters in the mainland, but no matter what, there is still more hope than him.In fact, He Qing still has some expectations in his heart. He has been obsessed with this way since he was introduced into the formation by Ningxia, but he never saw what he saw in Ningxia. I want to use these eyes to witness such a gorgeous and amazing existence again.

So the two of them talked and talked about the topic, and they turned to the right path.

I didn't have much recollection of Ningxia after talking about a lot of scattered things, but I only vaguely remembered that He Qing's eyes were surprisingly bright.

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"This is too busy...Master, you are worrying for nothing. It seems that people can't use our help." After going back and forth twice, I still saw Ningxia talking with someone from a distance, and even changed someone, Xu Tianhan had fun Said directly to my husband.

Master Miaorong glanced at the young man, and reprimanded lightly: "Why are you talking? You are really not paying attention."

Xu Tianhan didn't care, he knew that the other party might be worried about his change of mind, thinking that he'd give up on himself.God knows he doesn't want to maintain that fake face at all, and his composure may never really exist, it's just the part he showed to others in the past.Maybe...he is the real him now.

"Let's go." Zhenjun Miaorong turned around and said.

This time it was Xu Tianhan's turn to be stunned: "Aren't you looking for that child, why did you leave? I think they should have finished talking."

"Let's go, there's nothing to say, as long as it's okay." Zhenjun Miaorong urged the little disciple to go back to the cabin, and finally glanced at Ningxia who had noticed this side, and nodded to her.

Right now, it seems that the other party has no shortage of asylum seekers, and the situation will naturally be safer, so he is relieved.After all, they lost too many fellow students earlier.

But they are different.Over the years, he has been hiding in XZ, because of that person's continuous suppression, many good people in the sect know him.Even Yang Guanlian encountered a lot of troubles as Yuanying Zhenjun. After all, Xuantian Sword Sect has a cultivation level above Yuanying everywhere.Many people are willing to surrender to Shang Qingfeng.

Over time, people from the Wuhuamen will naturally reduce their sense of existence when they go out, and rarely show up.

This flying boat was conscripted from the big clan in the west of the sect, and they had already inquired about it beforehand, otherwise they would not have boarded the boat with confidence.But after all, there are too many people, who knows if the pusher in the dark will hide someone and stare at them.At that time, if they block them every day, then this trip will basically be for nothing.

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On the east side of Xuantian Sword Sect, one of the twelve main peaks, Shangqing Peak.

In the tall palace towering over the peak, everything is a piece of pure wood without a trace of variegation, and the high platform hangs the seat, and the things are not too empty or too spacious.There is only a lotus-top ore mother medicine furnace standing in the center of the hall. The flames in the furnace mouth are raging, and a faint blue light shines out of the shining gold color.Just looking at it seems to feel a burst of icy coldness, and the burning heart of Yan is refining something non-stop.

The person on the throne has his eyes slightly closed, and seems to let it develop freely.

Subtle footsteps came from outside the hall, and those who could hear them paid close attention to their own footsteps.If you don't listen carefully, you might think it's just a gust of wind passing by.

The people in the high position didn't move their eyebrows, but at the same moment, a very slight wind rushed straight to the gate of the palace.

"pat-"

The door opened slowly from the inside to the outside, with some calmness.

The people outside the house seemed to have gotten used to it. There was a rustling sound of clothes flapping outside the hall. The other party seemed to straighten his clothes and then stepped into the hall door. Just after passing the door, he kowtowed respectfully.

The world of comprehension is also a culture that has emerged from human civilization, and they naturally have the etiquette that the ordinary world pays attention to.It's just that some were eliminated because of cultural differences, while others were further strengthened in this power-oriented world.

On the surface of the cultivation world, Mingli is not so respected.The simplest principle of ethics is to bow down to heaven and earth, gods, and parents, but it is not recommended for monks to bow down to others, even if it is the strong.

The salute between peers is equal, and the superiors do the same as the juniors, but it is probably only to the point of making proper salutes against the absolute power of the superior.Kneeling is really uncommon in the cultivation world.

Especially like three prostrations and nine kowtows, which correspond to the number of heaven and earth, apart from the great gifts of parents and heaven and earth, doing three prostrations and nine kowtows to a certain person means absolute surrender, always bowing to others, and leaving such a difficult thing in the soul. Erased traces.Therefore, most monks are very taboo on such etiquette.

Well, the person at the door not only did it, but he did it without hesitation as soon as he entered the door. The chain was smooth, as if he had done it countless times, and the meaning of surrender was beyond words.

The door closed behind him slowly, this time there was no wind.

The person who had been lying on the ground for a long time after the salutation slowly climbed up and knelt up, with his hands hanging down neatly by his side, his eyes drooping slightly, and his eyebrows lowered and he said softly, "My lord."

No one responded, and the person in front of the door brushed his forehead with a thin layer of cold sweat.

The room was dead silent.

　My mind is confused, I don't know what I'm writing, everyone first make do with it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)