Run into the world

Chapter 400: We are all juniors, so it’s hard for you to leave empty-handed.

Taoist robe! sports shoes……

"The two of us are not wearing famous brands. I like his pair of sneakers." Duan Muxiang tilted his head slightly and said to Fu Qingmiao next to him.

But Fu Qingmiao obviously has nothing in common, because once the sneakers look small, they will look good on girls' feet. The shoes on Fu Qingmiao's feet are no exception, but if she has to run around, she would like to try high heels.

"They seem to be chasing those two over there..."

Fu Qingmiao didn't pay attention to the shoes, but followed the sight of the two Taoist priests and glanced at the two teenagers on the other side of the terminal door.

Both of them looked pretty and pretty, not too old, but they had a little more evil energy about them. One has long hair that hangs down to her waist, which is even more exaggerated than Duan Muxiang, and one wears round-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. The two of them seemed to be very afraid of the Taoist priest in front of them. They were so busy that they didn't even have the time to look back.

"Master, they are running away."

"Not urgent……"

This was the conversation between the young Taoist priest and the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist priest's eyes kept falling on Duan Muxiang.

The young Taoist priest looks a little chubby, his eyes narrow into slits when he smiles, and he is quite kind-hearted.

Duan Muxiang was smiling. Her eyes were not big, so she squinted them. Can you see the front normally?

It may also be that Duan Muxiang's non-hostile behavior endeared the old Taoist priest to him. He smiled and asked, "Ding Shi'an?"

Duanmuxiang looked as if she was stunned, waved her hand and said with a smile: "You have recognized the wrong person."

The old Taoist priest smiled and asked again: "Full sex?"

Duan Muxiang raised his eyebrows. He knew this title. When he was fighting the Japanese, there were many people from all walks of life who came to join the fight. Although they were probably a thousand-year-old evil sect, there were also many people who had done good deeds. To sum up, it looks more like the chaotic camp...

"No."

The old Taoist priest seemed to be relieved and sighed: "I underestimated the heroes of the world! I don't know..."

"Duanmuxiang."

The old Taoist priest's eyes widened in an instant, and even his aura was different. His blinks were filled with surprise and suspicion.

The young Taoist priest next to him is a little sweaty. What's going on? He has never seen the master with such an expression. Is this young man very powerful? Can the Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain be more powerful?

Then, the young Taoist priest was so frightened that he trembled all over in the next second. The old Taoist priest folded his fists into his sleeves and bowed in a junior salute and said: "I will go to Zhang Zhiwei to pay my respects to Mr. Duanmu!"

At that moment, it seemed that the entire airport fell into silence. The tourists who knew nothing around them were subconsciously calmed down. They stood there at a loss and were at a loss. A second ago, they were shocked that someone was struck by lightning. The next second my heart stopped, and I felt numb.

Duan Muxiang didn't care, but was a little surprised, "Looking at your age, it is indeed possible that you know me, but I don't remember meeting you before. Which family are you from?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "When the senior became famous, the junior was just a young disciple of Longhu Mountain with no sense of existence. Although he has never met the senior, he was fortunate enough to see his portrait. Well, the junior also participated in the comparison with Heshan. Attack, but that was our first battle with Bihe Mountain, and neither side took advantage."

The first battle with Bihe Mountain?

Duan Muxiang tilted his head and fell into memories. If you put it that way, he actually remembered it. People from the Tang Sect once said that before Tang Jiaren went to assassinate Ninto, there was a battle between Longhu Mountain, Putuo Temple, Quanzhen and others, and Bihe Mountain.

"Oh, that's it. That's a pity. You have a pretty good talent."

"Senior has been awarded."

It seemed like an ordinary conversation, but it shocked the young Taoist priest next to him. The amount of information in this conversation was too great.

The young man in front of him who looks younger than him is actually a senior who is older than the master? Then this can no longer be described as having a good look, this is immortality! In addition, the master's appearance was obviously extremely respectful, which he had never seen before. It was obvious that the other party must be of great importance in terms of strength, identity and moral character.

But the conversation that followed made him a little confused.

"You haven't passed the prize. Your talent is really good. My sister-in-law has a talent similar to yours, similar to a natural Taoist body. It's a pity that you have power in your body that doesn't belong to you. That will can increase your strength, but it will also destroy a person. A bottleneck has been placed on you. Without this bottleneck, with your strength, you should have made further progress!"

"..." Zhang Zhiwei lowered his head in silence. If his white eyebrows and white beard hadn't covered half of his face, he wouldn't have been able to hide his shocked expression.

Duan Muxiang didn't finish her words, "Your bottleneck is consistent with the technique you practice. It seems to be an inheritance of the sect. Well, you must have been tricked by your master, right?"

"..." Zhang Zhiwei lowered his head. The senior is the senior. He saw through the problem of Tianshidu at a glance. Damn, that old bastard Zhang Jingqing didn't say that Tianshidu was still a super strong restriction at first. Hiss, the more Thinking about it makes me angrier. It’s also my fault that big-eared thief Zhang Huaiyi. If you hadn’t run away, I wouldn’t have had to suffer this!

Fu Qingmiao poked him at the side and glared, "You just poke someone's lungs when they meet?"

Duanmu Xiang was very happy, didn't he look cool? Besides, the two meanings in the other person were too obvious. Although they had the same origin, they restrained each other, which made him feel a little itchy.

Zhang Zhiwei immediately adjusted his mentality and asked with a smile: "I am fortunate to meet the senior and I should treat him with hospitality as a landlord. It's just that the junior is busy now and can't ask the senior for advice."

"Oh, it's okay. Just go about your business and just give me your share of the money." "A... share of the money?" The two Taoist priests were at a loss, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

Duan Muxiang put her arms around Fu Qingmiao's waist, and then took out the marriage certificate from her bag, "On a wedding trip, meeting each other is fate. If you are fate, of course you have to pay for it."

A drop of sweat fell from Zhang Zhiwei's forehead. He had heard a long time ago that this senior had an unusual behavior, and now it turns out that his reputation is well-deserved.

"Then... how much should I pay as a share?"

"It's up to you, it depends on your preference. Of course, I know you'd feel embarrassed if I didn't give you anything less."

"..."

Zhang Zhiwei gave his disciple a look, and the young Taoist priest wisely took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code, thinking that the other person was a senior senior than the master and would not care about money. The key is your heart, but if you have less money, you won’t be able to tell your heart...

Helplessly, he scanned the QR code and transferred a string of "8". Duan Muxiang glanced at it and said, "What a seven-digit number? Longhushan is really rich." It seems that people's lives in this country have really improved. Looking back on the time of the war, it is really sad!

Seeing that Duan Muxiang seemed to be lost in memories, Zhang Zhiwei immediately winked at his apprentice. The two of them smiled at Fu Qingmiao, and then walked away smoothly.

Duan Muxiang glanced at the rather embarrassed back of the other party, and fell into sadness again. From the first Huang Feihong to the later Tang Jiaren, and now to the current Zhang Zhiwei, he could no longer tell which generation this was. In their eyes, I have become an unfathomable senior.

"Hey, I feel like I'm getting old."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Fu Qingmiao rested her chin on Duan Muxiang's shoulder and looked at him with bright eyes.

Duanmu Xiang was happy and pecked her lips, "I have been to this world in two illusions before, but the time was different. The first time was about a hundred years ago, and the second time was more than eighty years ago. , the third time is here, you see, an old man calls me senior."

Fu Qingmiao was shocked but then laughed, "Then tell me, in the eyes of others, are you an old cow who deceived me into eating a young piece of grass?"

"Nonsense. Don't tell me. I haven't eaten yet. How about... don't lock the door at night?"

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei left, their intimate behavior was no longer so special. The surroundings became noisy. Fu Qingmiao blew into Duanmuxiang's ear and panted like a mosquito: "I locked the door... you Don’t you know how to kick it away?”

"Oh? You like it rough? Then I promise it can be rough!"

"No, I just don't like people wandering around outside my door in the middle of the night."

"..."

……

after an hour……

In a high-rise building thousands of miles away from the airport, old men and women were quietly watching the latest surveillance video.

The whole room was in a cheerful atmosphere a minute ago, with people drinking tea, chatting, and eating melon seeds. Now it was completely silent, as if even the surrounding temperature had dropped a few degrees.

"That person...the Heavenly Master is giving that boy...a junior gift!" A fat, middle-aged man with a dark complexion muttered in disbelief.

"The key is that the boy hasn't returned the gift yet!" A fat old man with a wrinkled face across the table emphasized emotionally.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an old man with fierce eyes waving his hand and saying, "Be polite to your seniors!"

"Huh?"×n

Almost everyone immediately looked at the fierce old man.

The fat old man turned to look at him, "Old Lu, do you know that boy? Senior? Whose senior is he?"

A handsome and elegant middle-aged man next to him smiled and helped the old man pour a cup of tea, "Senior Lu, you are called a senior at your age, so how old is this senior who looks like a young man on the outside? He can be said in the world of martial arts. There is no such person!"

The old man surnamed Lu glanced at the other party with disdain, "Huh, let alone you, even the ancestors of your Feng family wouldn't know this person. Even I, back then, just joined the siege and suppressed Bihe shamelessly. I was lucky enough to meet this senior during that mission in Shanshan."

hiss!

The whole conference room seemed to be a little warmer.

The fat old man was even more shocked, "Old Lu, although I didn't participate in that battle, our Wang family also used strength behind the scenes. You said this senior... couldn't be..."

Old Man Lu nodded with an extremely solemn expression. That name may not be famous among the younger generation, but in the hearts of the older generation at their age, it is definitely a legend!

(End of this chapter)