Quick-wearing green tea, she is so charming

Chapter 1529 The matchmaker is good at cutting red thread (21)
Long Jiao was irritable, and then went to practice and continued to upgrade.

Jiang Cha was speechless when he saw this through the small mirror, and he could still play like this.

Thinking of Yun Xiao, Long Jiao would be the only one to let the other party step into the world of cultivating immortals.

Thinking so, she sneaked into Xiaoyao Pavilion.

Long Jiao was in the room and wanted to throw something again, after all, this was his long-standing habit.

As a result, the thrown cup did not hit the ground, but was suspended in mid-air.

"Who?" Long Jiao said, already stretching out his hand to strike.

The palm wind blew, Jiang Cha quickly dodged, "Still so irritable."

Hearing the woman's voice, Long Jiao felt a little familiar. When he saw the person in front of him, he was slightly surprised, "Little maid, why are you here?"

"You are the little maid." Jiang Cha retorted.

"Who the hell are you?" Just now, the woman's hand is not a mortal.

"Are you still looking for beads?" Jiang Cha jumped over the mess on the ground and sat on the side seat.

"What do you want me to do?" Long Jiao looked at her warily.

"Smart people are comfortable when dealing with them." Jiang Cha poured a cup of tea slowly, "Let one person cultivate immortality."

"What?" Long Jiao was puzzled.

"Yun Xiao." Jiang Cha said: "He belongs to the realm of cultivating immortals, he is very talented, and he doesn't waste cultivation."

"General Yunxiao? Do you know him?" Long Jiao was surprised.

"There was a relationship once, but it's a pity that the other party doesn't want to get in, and he wants to protect the country." Jiang Cha gritted his teeth, "As long as you can get him, I will help you find the beads."

"You?" Long Jiao doubted, "From what you said, I don't know where the beads are."

Jiang Cha stretched out her hand, and a white light flashed through a mirror and appeared on her hand.

She clicked on the mirror, "As long as I think, I can find it."

Long Jiao poked his head over curiously, and then saw various images appearing in the mirror, which was amazing.

"This is..." Long Jiao was shocked, it must be a treasure or an artifact.

"That's right, an artifact." Jiang Cha gestured to the man not to get excited.

"Who the hell are you?" Long Jiao looked at her with inquiry.

"Fairy." Jiang Cha retracted the mirror, "Can't you tell?"

Long Jiao remained skeptical about the woman's answer.

"How do I know you're not lying to me." He said again.

"Immortals don't lie." Jiang Cha looked at him, "Your bead is all white, so there's nothing special about it, right?"

Long Jiao was surprised, he didn't tell anyone about this.

"I'll help you, I hope you don't lie to me." Long Jiao said.

"Cultivating immortality first cultivates the mind. Although you are talented, your mind is unstable and prone to trouble. It's okay to encounter bottlenecks. If something goes wrong and you give birth to demons, you will be in trouble." Jiang Cha said lightly, and then disappeared on the spot.

Hearing this sentence, Long Jiao pursed his lips slightly, it was rare for him to lose his temper.

What he hates the most in the world is the Taifu who taught him great principles. Every time he hears those twists and turns, he feels headache and irritability.

Jiang Cha didn't leave Xiaoyao Pavilion right away, since this person was destined to be with Xiaoyao Pavilion, then she concluded that the bead was in this sect.

She took the mirror and unknowingly walked to the back mountain.

Jiang Cha raised his head and looked around, holding up the mirror but seeing nothing.

call--

The strong wind picked up suddenly, and the leaves on the ground turned up and flew up to form a vortex, enveloping the woman in red.

Jiang Cha put away the mirror, stretched out his hand to hold the long whip, and whipped hard.

The vortex exploded, crashing down on her.

"Who?" Jiang Cha looked around vigilantly.

"Little Hongniang, we meet again." The tone was as indifferent as ice. Unlike Lian Suna, who was like a white lotus on an iceberg, too cold to climb, the voice was like an evil ghost from the abyss, with a bloodthirsty chill. .

(End of this chapter)