Jiang Qingxian looked up and looked at the pavilion.

The attic is mainly made of thousands of years of ancient sandalwood and white milk stone reinforcement, which is indeed a rare piece of work.

She looked at the door and there was a couplet.

All things are born in the three mountains, and the road is visible.

The earth is dead and the resentful spirit is heavy in the nine rivers, and the grievances can be resolved.

"Tianji Building..."

What a big tone.

Jiang Qingxian raised his eyebrows, and even his master, the dignified Palace Master of the Flower Immortal Palace, dared not say that the great way could be seen.

She looked at the two people in front of Tianji Tower and then walked towards the tea table.

As soon as he walked to the table, Jiang Qingxian felt a sign of being in his heart, as if he had been imposed on a fixed body technique.

She was shocked to find that she had lost the perception of the direction.

Everything in front of me is no different from what I just saw, but there is always an indescribable feeling that continues to spread in my heart.

That is...Daoyun.

"Saint Jiang has come from thousands of miles away, thank you for your hard work."

Su Changsheng pushed the teacup at hand.

"Who are you?!"

Jiang Qingxian suddenly looked at Su Changsheng.

As a saint of the Flower Immortal Palace, in order to prevent people with ulterior motives, and to make it easier to walk in the world.

The disciples of the Flower Immortal Palace will wear treasures that obscure the breath perception, among which the saint wears the highest quality.

Even if he is an ordinary mountain sect leader, he will not be able to see through his true appearance without spying carefully.

"Who hasn't heard of the name of the saint of the Flower Immortal Palace?"

Su Changsheng was leisurely, and there was more and more information about Jiang Qingxian on the scroll of the pavilion.

【Shocked, panic, murderous intention arises...】

Those who enter Tianji Tower have nowhere to hide no matter whether you are a leader or a god or a ghost.

"Who is sir?"

Jiang Qingxian held the sword in his hand and activated his spiritual energy.

But the next moment, she fell into an ice cellar.

She was shocked to find that her spiritual energy was not under control, as if she was separated from her.

Not only that, Jiang Qingxian suddenly realized that she could not even feel the existence of this man.

One tea table and two benches.

The old man had already disappeared just now, and the Shenzhou Road behind him was still the same Shenzhou Road.

But it seems that there are only two people left in the whole world.

She withdrew her gaze with a trembling look and looked at the boy in front of her with a serious look on her face.

He was wearing a loose white robe and his face was careless.

Apart from his appearance, he has no strengths.

However, Jiang Qingxian now dared not look down on the guy who looked like a young man in front of him.

This kind of terrifying means that seems to be isolated from the world and open up the world is far from being able to do even one's own master.

He is a master, and he is a master who is hidden in the city.

"The little woman has a slim vision, please forgive me for her."

Jiang Qingxian bowed to Su Changsheng with a humble attitude.

"Saint Jiang doesn't need to be nervous, just drink a cup of tea first to calm down."

Su Changsheng pushed the teacup in front of Jiang Qingxian.

"Thank you for the tea, sir."

The latter looked at the tea in front of him, and he was ordinary without any rhyme.

But she dared not underestimate this tea. She could only say that her own teachings were shallow and she could not see the mystery.

Such an expert has profound meaning in every move when doing things.

As for the idea of ​​poisonous tea, Jiang Qingxian never considered it. If such a person wants to attack him, why should he pay a cup of priceless tea?

Maybe this is my own chance.

Jiang Qingxian took a deep breath, and since childhood, his master taught her to be careful when traveling around the world. Opportunities or disasters are often in a single thought.

She didn't believe it at first, but now she agrees deeply.

He held up the teacup with both hands and sipped Jiang Qingxian.

Even though he knew that there must be causal involvement behind this cup of tea. But Jiang Qingxian was still unwilling to give up this opportunity.

The bitterness and graininess made Jiang Qingxian frown, but disappeared in an instant.

It's hard to drink, and it's not just bad to drink.

Jiang Qingxian had never drunk such a rough and difficult to swallow tea when she grew up.

“How does it taste?”

Looking up, Jiang Qingxian saw the boy's unspeakable eyes.

"It seems like I've been experiencing the world for a lifetime, but it's a pity that the little woman is dull in her qualifications and has not yet realized anything."

Jiang Qingxian replied honestly, not daring to be smart at all.

She regretted not being able to enter the cycle of reincarnation and only left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"What a pity."

Su Changsheng shook his head slightly, and his tea art did not make much progress.

When Jiang Qingxian heard this, she said in her heart that it was true.

Immediately, I calmed down and asked respectfully, "I don't know what I want to teach the little girl?"

There is naturally no opportunity in the world for no reason. Although I have not understood this cup of tea, I must still do what my predecessors have to give me.

This trip is worthy of being able to make a good relationship with such a person.

"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of Shang Jiu's throne?"

Jiang Qingxian was shocked.

If you recognize yourself, you can say that your senior has a clear vision of Dharma, and you can see through your identity to cover up.

That thing about Shang Jiuzhong is the top secret.

In addition to the nine leaders, only Jiang Qingxian and several sect saints, the sects, were aware of this.

After all, the news that her idea of ​​the Huaxian Palace Temple was stolen was a huge scandal, which would damage the face of the sect.

If the news is leaked, her Huaxian Palace will be sneered by everyone in the world.

Even Jiang Qingxian went down the mountain secretly, and these disciples in the palace deliberately used the guise of sending people to post on the once-in-a-century Hundred Flowers Banquet to add another layer of cover to the action.

Not to mention the Haoyue Capital City, even at the foot of the Huaxian Palace, no one noticed the abnormality.

But how did the person in front of him know?

You should know that those masters who lie in the secrets of heaven think they are targeted before taking action. And the more information, the better. Because this is not easy to reduce too much life and can avoid the punishment of heaven.

Even the Jiantiansi of the Haoyue Dynasty also used wars, national destiny, etc. as clues.

Could it be that this person always stares at her Huaxian Palace?

As soon as this idea came out, Jiang Qingxian denied it on the spot.

"May I ask senior, how did you learn about my Huaxian Palace?"

Jiang Qingxian suppressed the shock in his heart.

"The things in the world are self-visible and cannot be seen, and there is no self-knowledge."

Su Changsheng took a look again and confirmed that he had not missed any information.

The portrait of Jiang Qingxian in Tianji Building is lifelike, as if his clone was detained in a scroll.

Jiang Qingxian looked down at her body and took a deep breath.

She remembered a secret news, which is said to be a person born with spiritual eyes, which shows the things in people's hearts and future...

The spiritual eyes are immortal, and this person is like living in the zenith, overlooking the world.

That was the natural master of Tianji.

She felt that she had met such an expert today.

But the last time there was such a rumor that appeared in the world was thousands of years ago. Now it can only be traced in classics.

Could it be that the young boy in front of me with a face may be an old monster who has lived for thousands of years...the old senior.

Jiang Qingxian suddenly thought, wouldn’t all the thoughts in his heart be seen by this poster?
Chapter completed!