Mixed Miners

The transmission array is on the edge of a cliff. Not far away is a bamboo house that is not too big. The bamboo house is surrounded by flowers and flowers. There is a light fragrance in the air, such as Lan Rumei, and there are several spiritual birds. The bamboo forest dances and plays with a simple and natural atmosphere.

A girl dressed in a pale green dress came out from the bamboo forest and said to the middle-aged man: "Teacher please come back, the master asked me to bring the guests in!"

The middle-aged man nodded and no longer spoke. He turned and stepped into the transmission and disappeared.

"The elders of the wind and three guests come with me!" The girl turned a little blessing and swayed, not to have a separate natural gas quality, as if it was integrated with this bamboo forest.

Yang Ling looks at the west and looks at the west. This mountain is like a bamboo thorn. It is independent in the aura of the tumbling. The mountain wind blew through, surrounded by clouds and clouds, occasionally exposing large and large pieces of endless mountains and mountains. peaceful.

“This is a good place to avoid the world!”

Yang Ling felt as he walked. If he could put a rocking chair on the edge of the cliff, he could lay down to death on the top. Unfortunately, he was a laborer, so the idea was quickly refreshed by the two villains who jumped out of his mind. It’s dead.

"Master, the guests are here!" The girl walked to the front of the bamboo house and bowed.

"Well, hey, you have to make a pot of Lingzhu tea!" One of the bamboo houses came out with a beautiful and pleasant voice. Soon a woman wearing a goose-yellow dress came out, only twenty-six years old. Dissipated barefoot, holding a roll of ancient books, the beauty is full of extreme visual impact, the body is surrounded by a stream of airy scent, the long skirt is like a fairy who does not eat human fireworks.

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel some heartbeat. Even the old wind-swept scorpion was a long-lasting pair of eyes. After staying for a long time, he returned to the face with a bitter look: "The original Qingzhudao friends actually set foot. The Holy Land is really gratifying!"

The woman in the yellow skirt smiled and said: "The tens of thousands of people have not seen it. Even if they can see the wind and the scorpion friends, the green bamboo is also very pleasant. Please speak inside!"

The room is fresh and elegant, but it can also be called a simple, a few futons, a coffee table, a bamboo flute on the coffee table, a painting on the wall facing the wall, a few strokes on the wall Mozhu, although simple, has a good charm.

A few people took the seat and sat down on the futon. The simple introduction of the green skirt girl holding a pot of tea came in. The yellow skirt woman gave each person a cup and the sound was elegant and said: "Qingzhu has also heard about the wind home. We have always pursued a neutral policy, so we can't stop Lei's actions. I also hope that the Taoist friends understand the helplessness of the green bamboo! Later, I also decided to listen to the whereabouts of the friends, knowing that you may have already flown into the cloud, so I didn't bother."

The wind scorpion smiled and said: "The Laoqingzhudao friends are worried, this matter has passed, and the wind home has now disappeared. Today, the Qingzhudao friends have not turned me out of the door and have already read the old feelings. The wind scorpion is grateful. Do it!"

"That friend came to Ganzhou today, but what do you need to help with green bamboo?" Yu Qingzhu is elegant and talks softly. Every move seems to coincide with infinite mystery. Yang Ling feels that this woman and this bamboo house and even this mountain are integrated. Together, there is an extremely natural flavor.

Like the Yangling, Yang Ling nodded and said: "The rain predecessors, today I have one thing I want to ask the seniors to help!"

Yu Qingzhu did not seem to have the slightest accident. She put down the teacup and said softly: "Since it is a wind and a friend, if you are not too much, I will naturally satisfy you!"

“Thank you!” Yang Ling holds the boxing. “I want the seniors to help me arrange a chance to enter the Eight Columns!”

"Well~" Yu Qingzhu gave a slight glimpse and said: "You can know the danger of the land of the Eight Pillars. Yahweh may fall into it. Now you have not even completed the robbery. Once you get in, the chances of living out are not saved. One!"

Yang Ling nodded: "Predecessors said that it is good, but I have reasons to go. Perhaps this event will have unpredictable influence on the predecessors, the holy gates and the entire Kyushu continent."

Yu Qingzhu’s beautiful eyes fell on Yang Ling’s body, and Yang Ling’s spirit was awkward, as if he saw a white light condensed into a door that was slowly opening in front of him, but it seemed to be an illusion, and Yang Ling’s consciousness recovered.

Yu Qingzhu saw Yang Ling did not seem to be affected too much. The beautiful face showed a slight surprise. He nodded softly and said: "Since you are determined to go in, I can satisfy your wish, but you have to tell me that you are in. purpose!"

Yang Ling looked up and glanced at the green girl standing next to him. Yuqingzhu raised his tender fingers and said, "Hey, let's go out first!"

"Yes, Master!" The green girl put down the teapot. It seems that some of the dissatisfied white Yang Ling turned and left. The doors and windows of the bamboo house were windless and automatic. All of them were gently closed, and the atmosphere of the room suddenly felt quiet.

"Let's say, I want to know what it is that can shake the Kyushu mainland and the ancient holy gate!" Rainy bamboo face reveals a strange expression.

"Predecessors are not strange!" Yang Ling's finger flicked, a little golden light exploded, instantly turned into a golden translucent reticle to cover the entire room.

Looking at Yang Ling's movements and serious expression ~www.readwn.com~ Yuqingzhu seems to be more interested, and the body is straight and reveals a dignified.

This translucent gold glare lingers on the breath of time, but she can't see through the structure of the reticle at first glance, which is obviously a different way from the Kyushu continent.

Moreover, she is now in the Asian holy realm, and she is almost standing at the top of the Kyushu continent. From the beginning, he has not seen the young man at all, and the realm is still second. The most important thing is his gentle manners and There is no wave of emotions in the ancient wells. There is absolutely no excitement and caution when the low-ranking monks see the saints. Every move, words, and deeds are not humble and give people a feeling of calmness.

This is also the reason why she observed nearly two hours before she decided to meet Yang Ling and others. As for the wind, it is only an incident to describe the old, and now they are not the same level of identity.

"Presidents of the rain, can you understand outside Kyushu?" Yang Ling pointed gently to the sky.

Under the doubts of Yu Qingzhu, suddenly the body flutters, and Guanghua Dasheng in both eyes bursts like a universe. "You... are you from outside Kyushu?"

Yu Qingzhu felt that his voice was shaking slightly, and the heart of hundreds of thousands of years of water suddenly burst into a big wave.

"Not bad!" Yang Ling slowly took a sip of tea and nodded.

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