There are only two days left in the month of January.

Song Xuan has stopped the exchange of Needed Xianyuandan. After so many days of exchange, the quantity of Needed Xianyuandan has not only decreased, and the number of Needed Xianyuandan stored in the temple has reached more than 80 million.

This is still he only used half of the elixir. If the remaining elixir is refined into xianyuandan, it can reach 170 million.

Today, the city's main house is illuminated with lights, filled with a festive atmosphere.

Because today is the city's lonely, two-hundred and ninety-year-old birthday.

Not only the major forces in the barren city came to celebrate with heavy gifts, even the owners of the city near the barren city sent someone to congratulate the lonely and delusional.

There are even two Xuanxian coming to the Promise.

At night, the city's main house was brightly lit.

In a certain hall, loneliness and dominance dominated the theme, and at the same time, two people were on the same level with him. It was the two xuanxian from the Promise, both his father's disciples, one named Chen Xuan and one named Bo Gufeng.

Both have the early cultivation of Xuanxian.

Further down were messengers from neighboring cities.

As the head of the tax office, Jiang Mingsheng was deeply lonely, so he was second only to the messenger of the outer city.

The banquet has begun for a while. At this moment, there are a group of graceful fairies performing dance in the hall.

"Brother Lonely, this younger brother of glass of wine respects you and wishes you an early certificate of Zuxian Avenue!"

Chen Xuan toasted.

"Haha!" Lonely laughed: "Let Chen Shiji say it!"

"dry!"

"dry!"

The two drank a glass of wine, then laughed at each other.

Immediately following Bo Gufeng and toasting: "Lonely Brother, congratulations on your double happiness, my brother respects you!"

"Double happiness is approaching the door?" Wen Yan said, a little doubt appeared on the face of loneliness.

Bo Gufeng smiled mysteriously: "After drinking this glass, the younger brother tells Brother Lonely what another joy is!"

"it is good!"

When the lonely raised a glass and touched the other party, he drank the glass of wine.

"Brother Lonely has a lot of alcohol!" Bo Gufeng praised: "Brother Chen and I are here this time, one for Brother Lonely He Shou, and the other for the purpose of reading the teachings!"

"Palm decree?" Suddenly a look of loneliness suddenly stood up, bent over and bowed, with a respectful expression: "Please administer the decree!"

Bo Gufeng also had a look of expression, followed by standing up, but there was a roll of purple silk paper in his hands.

The next moment, Bo Gufeng said in an extremely solemn tone: "Xuan Wuji teaches the teachings!"

Suddenly, everyone in the hall was shocked, and quickly got up from his seat and stood up.

The Promise of Promise is the one who has obtained 81 ancestral avenues of ancestors. They have been built through ancient times and are now rare in the world.

Bo Gufeng's somber voice sounded again, echoing in the hall:

"The disciples have been in charge of the barren city alone for more than 500 years. They have worked hard and made great contributions to the Zongmen. They have been promoted to third-grade elders of the Promise!

"The disciples lead the decree!"

A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of loneliness, then raised his hands above his head to receive the decree.

"Congratulations, Lonely Brother!"

Bo Gufeng's eyes with envy put the decree of the law on his lonely hands.

In the Promise, members are mainly divided into ordinary disciples, deacons, elders, church masters, patron saints, and right and left envoys.

Before, loneliness belonged to the deacon in Zhangcheng.

The elders are divided into three levels, namely third-level elders, second-level elders, and first-level elders.

Third-class elders can control three to five cities.

Second-class elders can control eight to ten cities. First-class elders no longer control the cities, but are serving their lives in teaching.

In other words, the second-class elder is the largest official in Xinjiang.

Although lonely and delusional were sealed as third-class elders, it is still necessary to report to Islam in order to know which cities he will be in charge of next.

Because of the lonely promotion of the third-class elders, the following banquet was even more lively.

At the end of the banquet, a lonely man asked Jiang Mingsheng to come to see him. At first, Jiang Mingsheng's father died in order to save him, so he always regarded Jiang Mingsheng as his own.

Now that he is promoted to third-class elder, the church should not arrange for him to continue to control the barren city, so he would like to ask Jiang Mingsheng's opinion whether to stay in the barren city or follow him away.

Compared to his father, Jiang Mingsheng's qualifications are a bit poor. Now in the middle of Jinxian, he has little hope of reaching Xuanxian in his life, which makes him inevitably regrettable.

"uncle!"

Soon, Jiang Mingsheng arrived, bowing down and saluting, "Congratulations to your uncle for his promotion to the elders!"

The lonely and soft tone said softly: "You, my uncle and nephew do not have to be like this. After I was promoted, I should not continue to control the barren deserted city. Follow me elsewhere to take office! "

"My nephew is naturally willing to follow my uncle!"

"That being the case, you go back and hand over the things you do, and follow me in Islam in three days!"

"Yes, my nephew obeys!"

Jiang Mingsheng nodded and left.

"and many more!"

There was a hint of doubt on the face of Lonely, staring at Jiang Mingsheng.

"uncle?"

Jiang Mingsheng looked at each other nervously.

Suddenly, a lonely shot like an electric power caught Jiang Mingsheng's wrist instantly. Xian Yuanli spit out and sealed his strength. Then, Xian Shi broke into Jiang Mingsheng's sea of ​​knowledge directly. When he saw The black rune on the other side's soul couldn't help but look cold, and his eyes were filled with murderousness: "So brave, some people dare to tamper with my lonely nephew!"

"Break me!"

The next moment, his fairy consciousness suddenly condensed into a long sword, which contained a force of law that was chopped on that rune.

"Oh!"

With a chuckle, the rune on Jiang Mingsheng's soul broke instantly.

Jiang Mingsheng shuddered, his eyes flashed.

"What's going on in your soul?" Lonely let Jiang Mingsheng let go and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing that Jiang Mingsheng's eyes had returned to normal, there was a thick grudge: "Uncle, the prohibition in my mind was planted by a flying fairy named Song Yan. Since the rune, the little nephew has completely Become his slave, and surrender to him from the bottom of your heart, you will not have the slightest idea of ​​resistance! "

Thinking back to everything that was planted before the ban, Jiang Mingsheng was shocked and angry, but more resentful.

Lonely Lengheng: "Huh! Most of the guys in Momo are still out of town!"

"Yes, he lives in a certain inn in the city!" Jiang Mingsheng was filled with hate again.

The next moment, loneliness rose up: "Lead the way, wait for Uncle to capture this person for you, and leave it to you!"

"Thank you uncle!" Jiang Mingsheng was overjoyed.

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