Chapter 473 Centenarian boy

   This step never fell, the Tai Tuo pondered for a moment, then lost his voice.

  The practice is perfect, and the contrast between the mood before and after is huge, so I was taken advantage of the loophole without noticing it for a while.

   Figured out the reason, she shook her head slightly, her feet hanging in mid-air fell steadily, and lotuses grew at every step, and all the troubles were burned away with a pure white fire.

   "Those who mess with my mind can't stay, this thing...is redundant."

   After clearing away the confusion in his mind, the Tai Tuo felt refreshed and looked out of the quiet room. Is there a possibility that there is one more person here.

  …

  The Tai Tuo came to his senses, the happiest person was Mu Jiling, and the saddest person was Zhu Xiushi, the joy stopped abruptly in the middle, and he seriously suspected that Lu Bei and the Tai Tuo had made some shady deal.

  Fun to Lezi, the front line is urgent, she can't afford to delay, manipulate Taoism to shrink to a mustard, move and disappear.

  Bamboo Sickle Mountain.

  There are many mountains, strange peaks, steep cliffs and barriers, overlapping high and low, and the mountain streams are like abyss canyons.

  Bamboo Mount is the place where the royal family and Huangjizong agreed to meet.

   It stands to reason that since the two sides have abandoned the previous grievances, they should have put aside their past grievances and made a battle plan in the capital, but the two sides did not do so.

   It can be seen from this that abandoning past suspicions and so on is just talking. If the foreigner does not first settle the internal affairs, Wu Zhou's chariot will not be able to run fast even if it is twisted into one rope.

   Fortunately, both the royal family and Huangjizong were surnamed Zhu, otherwise this forcibly twisted chariot would have to drive backwards, and the speed would be negative.

  The cliffs are steep, the space is rippled, and the defensive formation is as far as a hundred miles away.

  The small Taoist temple appeared in the sky, and fell to an inconspicuous mountain peak, the ripples converged, the halo of the formation disappeared, and the mountain remained as usual, as if nothing had happened.

  A few moments later, Zhu Jingli and a few monks at the combined stage arrived, and when they saw Zhu Xiushi and the Grand Tutor, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

   It was too tortured, and it was a full ten days late.

  Zhu Jingli had no choice but stepped forward with a wry smile, bowed to his grandma Zhu Xiushi, and explained the situation of Huangjizong next door.

   Zhu Mu and Zhu Xian, the two great powers who have crossed the catastrophe period, arrived just seven days ago. After three days of delay, they found that they were still one step ahead, so they looked very bad these days.

  As for the reason why Zhu Xiushi and Taifu were late, Zhu Jingli didn't dare to say or ask, and just pretended that nothing happened.

  Ten days late, no more delays, the two parties met, and the meeting was held that night.

  On the left hand side, there are two futons in front, and Zhu Mu and Zhu Xian are respectively sitting during the tribulation period.

The former is slender and dressed in ink-colored clothes, with a leisurely and elegant posture and a slightly feminine temperament; the latter has black-patterned cloud sleeves and a jade belt around his waist. .

  To sum up, everyone in Lao Zhu's family is a dragon and a phoenix, and their looks are not bad.

  Behind the two of them, four futons are lined up, three of which are at the same level, and another one is slightly forward, only half a step behind Zhu Mu and Zhu Siam.

  Among the four people, three were Lu Bei's acquaintances, Lu Zhou, Zhu Yuan, and Bu Zishi. Because of his status, Bu Zishi sat half a step ahead.

  The face of the man on the futon in the last picture is as cold as frost, his eyebrows are as burning as fire, and his dark eyes are like two bottomless cold pools, exuding elusive shadows and chilling coldness.

  Zhu Mourning.

As the main force of this battle, there are many Huangjizong masters stationed on Zhusi Mountain, and there are also Lu Bei's acquaintances, such as Zhu Xun, the commander of Xianzhou, and Xia Yuechan, the chief steward. They have enough status and insufficient strength to touch this meeting. threshold.

  After half a cup of tea, Zhu Xiushi, who was smiling and smiling, came late. Seeing that there was nothing on the right, he waved down several futons.

  Four behind, three in front.

  Zhu Xiushi and the Taifu sat down cross-legged, Lu Bei looked around, bumped away a monk in the integration stage of the old Zhu family, and sat down next to Zhu Jingli, just behind Zhu Xiushi.

  Before time travel, he hated meetings the most. After time travel, as long as he wasn't presiding over the meeting, he still hated meetings the most. He only came to watch at the invitation of Zhu Xiushi. Such a boring process, if you don't find a mountain with many mountains and mountains to force yourself to concentrate, I am afraid that if it is driving, the serious meeting will be snoring.

  Zhu Xiushi is very good. Viewed horizontally as mountains and sideways as peaks, the distance and height are different. The beautiful mountains and rivers make people linger and forget to return.

  The mountain of Taifu...

   It’s not impossible. The mountains are not high, but there are immortals and spirits. Zhongling Yuxiu is also a scenic spot.

  However, this woman is too floating, high above and below, she is aloof, she is amazing, she is defiant when looking at people, teasing her favorite malt candy when she was a child is also regarded as air, Lu Bei will not be boring himself.

   It’s better than the one in front of you. The peaks and valleys are full of ups and downs, and there are great evils.

  The fit monk who was squeezed away by Lu Bei was dumbfounded. After searching for a long time, there was only the last futon next to Zhu Xiushi. Looking at his colleagues, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down.

  How can he sit in the seat during the tribulation period? He will not be able to walk at night in the future.

   "Sect Master Lu, this is your seat." Zhu Xiushi turned around slowly, the hem of his Taoist robe was taut, and there were sinister intentions on both sides.

   Lu Bei glanced at Zhu Xiushi in surprise, secretly thinking that this **** was plotting against him, thought for a while, got up and sat next to Zhu Xiushi.

There are a lot of vests in Lu in Ningzhou, the abandoned disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect, the head of Yuhua Sect, Ding in Ningzhou, Lin in Yuezhou, etc. For the time being, there are three known to everyone, Xuanyin Division Ziwei, Huangjizong Commander, Sovereign of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

This time he came to the meeting, using the identity of the Ziwei of the Xuanyin Division, the standard Huangpai, no, a loyalist who is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, hugging long legs behind Zhu Xiushi's buttocks, waiting for opportunities to pick up people's heads and gain experience, never thought Overhead in front.

  Zhu Xiushi mentioned the vest of the lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he can only stand in front of it.

  The majestic master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, abandoning the successor of the scriptures, his **** determines everything, he has to push it if he doesn't want to.

   Sitting down, Lu Bei immediately saw the stepper in front of him, and grinned, his white teeth only flashed so that the other person's face was pale. Remembering that stormy night, he bowed his head guilty.

   "It turns out that this is Sect Master Lu. This elder has heard the name of Immortal Sword Intent for a long time. Seeing him today, I think..."

Zhu Mu smiled kindly, halfway through the conversation, he stopped his voice and did not comment, and instead said: "Disrespect, disrespect, forgive me for being ignorant, I only know that entering this seat is for crossing the catastrophe, but I don't know that Sect Master Lu has already passed the catastrophe Cultivation."

  Soft nails are neither painful nor itchy, but very responsive.

   "It's okay, crossing robbery or something, I just killed one two days ago."

Lu Bei frowned, thought for a while, and took out a long sword: "I only know that person's surname is Ji, what's his name... that person died immediately, and the suzerain didn't have time to ask, maybe it's called Ji A Bar!"

   "The name of this sword is Wenchong. The person that Sect Master Lu said is not called Ji A, he is Ji Xin from the Qiyan royal family." Zhu Xiushi kindly explained.

   "So that's the case. My suzerain is still wondering why someone is called Ji A. Thank you fellow Taoist for answering questions. It is my suzerain who is ignorant and ignorant."

   "Hey, isn't it Ji A, why is it Ji A again?"

   "Ah, Ji A, who is it? Ji A, who is it?"

   "..."

This side sings together, and Zhu Mu on the opposite side doesn't say much anymore, Wen Chongjian will not cheat, the magic weapon of the tribulation period, although Lu Bei is not a monk of the tribulation period, he has the ability to kill the monks of the tribulation period alone, no later, now He is qualified to sit on an equal footing with him.

   "Zhu Mourning, you also sit up."

Zhu Mu slowly said: "Sect Master Lu is a rising star, a young hero, a sword repair wizard who only emerges once in a thousand years, although you have good aptitude, you are still far inferior to Sect Master Lu, remember to ask Sect Master Lu for advice if you have the opportunity .”

"yes."

  The taciturn man moved the futon forward, looked at Lu Bei with both eyes, and blocked the steps behind him.

  Zhu Mourning, the martial arts genius of the old Zhu family who became famous at a young age, practiced the ten masters of the upper palace, mastered them well, broke through the realm of the fusion stage at a young age of a hundred, and was able to use the body of the fusion to fight against the calamity without falling behind.

  Ten years ago, the geniuses of all races in the Holy Land of the Human race were among the best, and won a shocking reputation for Wu Zhou. He was a young hero who was also praised by the royal family.

   There is also an inference of the royal family's transition period. With Zhu Mourn's qualifications, within three years, he must pass the threshold of the transition period, ushering in the first thunderstorm on the road to immortality.

   A hundred-year-old boy sounds a bit nonsense, but that's what Xiuxian is like, and a 150-year-old swordsman girl who cuts the red song.

  Old man, your eyes are very hostile!

   Lu Bei looked at Zhu Mourn, not knowing that the young man in front of him was only a hundred years old, but only knew that the age of fusion is generally around the age, even the senior sister Bai Jin...

  This example is inappropriate, replace it with Zhan... Lexian, the old man is in the fit period, he is hundreds of years old, and so on, Zhu Mour, who is directly opposite, is also a bad old man.

   Glancing twice, Lu Bei couldn't be bothered to take care of the old man, his eyes jumped over, and he looked at Bu Zishi in a gloomy manner. Then, the line of sight was blocked, Zhu Mourn grabbed the scene and squeezed his face into the camera.

  At the beginning, Lu Bei didn't pay much attention to it. He only thought that this person was competitive. After a few times, he realized that something was wrong.

   The hostility is strange, there is clearly a story!

   As for the specific story, Lu Bei has made up a lot of it in his brain, but no matter in that story, he who holds the full set of VIP diamond deluxe edition photo albums of Step Master, and the blood oath, plays the image of a yellow-haired person who is not glorious.

   There is no reason for this, the majestic master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the figure who carries the banner of the justice camp, how can he take Huang Mao's script!

   No, after the meeting, I will have an interview with the foot master, and I will explain this clearly tonight.

  After thinking about this, when Lu Bei looked at Zhu Mourn again, there was an invisible sense of contempt and superiority, which made the latter puzzled.

  Suddenly, Zhu Mourning came to his senses, the corners of his mouth curled up ferociously, and the secret thought was exactly what he wanted.

  See you in the grove tonight, whoever does not come is the grandson!

  At the beginning of the meeting, Lu Bei and Zhu Mourn stared at each other throughout the journey, occasionally looking sideways at Cheng Feng, and when asked for their opinions, they also nodded, indicating that everyone was right.

   Until the end of the meeting, he didn't listen to a word.

  …

   "What, my suzerain led an army straight into the middle, luring Qing Gan to show up during the catastrophe?"

   Taoism, Lu Bei pointed at himself with wide eyes, unable to believe that he was represented: "When was the resolution made, who made the decision, I was there at the time, why didn't I know?"

  (end of this chapter)