The star-gazing lineage is secluded and has little communication with the world, but it does not mean that they are rigid ascetics. Although Yu Yanming is serious, he is actually a very clever person and has also spent his hard work on his wife.

This place uses the strange gate formation and the terrain to arrange flowers and rockery, and the waterfalls are turbulent. Although it is summer, there are strange flowers and plants in different seasons. The auspicious colors are radiant and the sunset is reflected, as if it is a place where the immortals live in seclusion in the world, and it is really beautiful.

But, this is not the point!

Who is fucking watching flowers today?

Mr. Pojun stared at it tightly.

In front of the strange flowers and plants, a white-haired girl, wearing a quaint astrology robe, squatting there, holding a snack, watching the butterflies fly over the flowers, lowering her head and chewing, as if she noticed Po Jun's attention.

The girl paused for a moment.

Contemplate, contemplate.

The silver-haired girl slowly squatted down with her back to Pojun's gaze.

He slowly buried his head in the flowers.

Watch ~~~

You can't see, you can't see.

Slowly open your mouth and bite your tiny teeth on the pastry.

Snap-

It is a very good craftsmanship. When you bite your teeth, the crispy crust outside sounds, which makes you imagine the sweet and deliciousness of the entrance. This sound is very slight, and if you are in the downtown city, you may not be noticed, but here, this sound is strangely harsh.

The silver-haired girl's movements were subtle.

But he still bit it firmly, hid it in the flowers, with his back facing a purple-eyed counselor, expressionless.

Be careful, but bite it very firmly, and your cheeks protrude softly, moving.

Chew, chew.

Pojun's forehead twitched.

I didn't know for a moment whether this white hair looked down on her or that she looked down on her own hiding technique too much.

Why did you still eat it?

No, this is not the point!

Mr. Pojun stretched out his finger and pressed it on his eyebrows, thinking that he had been in conflict with the white hair in his previous life. There was nothing good about meeting a white haired person in this life, and his thoughts were a little confused.

Calm, calm down, think carefully.

White hair?!!

How come there are white hairs here?!

How could Baimao be here?! Wait, if Yaoguang is here...

Po Jun's expression was frozen, and he suddenly realized something. He rushed into the hall with great strides, pushed open the door, and saw the lights shaking with the wind, which shone brightly and darkly on the left and right.

The letters that the teacher and the teacher brought to show off were piled up here.

A young "Ranker" wearing a navy blue outfit, looking tall and handsome, holding the letter, watching with relish.

The contemporary human emperor, with a battle halberd and a long sword, defeated the emperor who had never been known for his vast territory. His martial arts were so prosperous that he was invincible in the world, and his sensing power was naturally unparalleled. He knew Mr. Pojun's arrival early.

But I was not in a hurry and finished reading the letter in my hand.

Put it on the table, gently pressing the letter with your fingers, raising your head, seeing the purple-eyed counselor over there, as gentle and calmly as ever, she smiled:

"Sir, here."

Po Jun: “…………”

In an instant, the wind seemed to stop.

In an instant, Zitong's counselor had already thought about where he buried him.

With the abilities of the people in front of me, I naturally would not care about the contents of these letters, but Po Jun is so arrogant. These letters were written to the old men in the family and brag about them. Now I have seen them for the main master...

Originally, Mr. Pojun was so arrogant that he came to the Yaoguang lineage with confidence to show off himself, but now he has completely frozen. During the more than ten years of conquests, he was calm and always curled up, and the corners of his mouth were pressed down automatically for the first time.

The corners of my mouth are hooked, and I can't hook it anymore!

The smart brain of the Zitong counselor instantly turned out countless thoughts, including explanations and pretending to be stupid, but at this time, the extremely high self-esteem and the strong sense of shame brought by the thin skin made him just want to turn his head, cover his face, run wildly, run out of the holy land of the star-gazing lineage in one breath, and run to the end of the world in one breath.

But in the end, people's hearts are not as good as God's calculations.

Before Mr. Pojun could take any action, laughter came from behind.

"Hahaha, Pojun, what are you doing when you run so fast!?"

"Yeah, young people are just not steady enough and impatient, what do you think!"

"You Uncle Yu can't escape. This is not the first time we have come to this place. Only by walking slowly and walking slowly can we show the elegance and calmness of our winners."

Pojun's teacher was a man with a low-level figure, a messy eyebrows, but a loud voice. Next to him was Pojun's uncle and Pojun's master. In short, Pojun's group, all of them were large and small, and all of them were here. The seven aunts and eight uncles gathered together to work together.

This lineage is full of competitive temperaments.

After being entangled with Yaoguang for 800 years, his grandmother finally won!

I saw this scene before I died, so it was worth it. How could I come over without bringing my family to see it? Yu Yanming was by my side, a middle-aged man who was originally serious and serious, and his face was so smelly that it seemed that evil spirits were coming out.

Yaoguang is elegant and calm.

In their eyes, Pojun Yishi is a group of sled dogs pulling sleds in the north.

He always comes to the house to dance his face.

It's not good to turn against them because of this.

If Yao Guang and his team were angry, they would be even more happy.

Yu Yanming and Pojun's teacher Zhou Wangji have a good personal relationship, but it only involves the grudges and love of this inherited faction, so it is not that simple. Moreover, personal relationships are better than personal relationships. For Zhou Wangji, it is also a pleasant thing to jump to his good brothers.

Now seeing his proud disciple, a young strategist who had washed away Pojun's shame for eight hundred years stood there and stood still, he deliberately raised his voice and said loudly: "Hahaha, Pojun, what are you doing here?"

"Why don't you come to greet you Mr. Yu quickly. Although you win, you can't lose your courtesy just because you win. Come here quickly."

Zhou Wangji was chewy in the words [Win] and emphasized his tone.

The black air on Yu Yanming's face became heavier.

If it weren't for following the style of the Star Gazing Yaoguang lineage, he would have wanted to kick this old friend in the face.

How could this old guy smile so badly? He really deserves a beating.

His wife An Ruoxue was very calm and gentle. Although it was a dispute between the two veins, they were all among the stars of the three sects of the world, and they were just playing tricks. However, the white-haired girl seemed to care about this matter at all.

He just wore a stargazing robe from the stargazing lineage and took off his hood.

He followed the teacher and his wife in shakingly.

An Ruoxue regarded Yao Guang as her own, understood her emotions, reached out and tapped the girl's nose, bit her tongue and smiled, "You, Pojun's lineage comes to the door together, your teacher is so angry that you feel hurt. Why do you still seem to be happy and a little proud?"

The silver-haired girl had no expressions on her face.

Just looking at the back of the Zitong counselor over there.

stare--

Then he had a look with the young Ranger who was wearing blue dress and a clear temperament, and his voice was quiet, and he said to his master's wife: "I remember something interesting."

Before Po Jun could express his expression, Zhou Wangji was already laughing forward.

He patted his disciples on the shoulder: "Come on, good boy, your uncle, the masters are all here, tell me quickly, how did you win!"

"How did you defeat this young girl Yaoguang in the contemporary era, and how did you promote the divine power of my Pojun, and successfully assist His Majesty Qin Emperor to open up the imperial career of unifying the world, and then successfully ended the eight hundred years of struggle. Since then, we have established our Pojun lineage and the world's first military advisor?!"

Ranger smiled tensely.

Mr. Pojun pulled the corner of his mouth. For the first time, he felt the urge to use rags to stuff his division commanders' mouths. Looking at the "Ranking Heroes" over there, Mr. Pojun looked at the sky speechlessly, and felt a little bit of tears.

Oh, now?

Do you want to change the time?!

Zhou Wangji noticed the young golfer in front of him and said, "Is this young gentleman... a guest? Or, Lao Yu, you know that he has lost, have you already started to choose the next generation of Yaoguang successors?"

Zhou Wangji joked, and Yu Yanming scolded: "Old guy, this is my disciple's friend. Your mouth is getting more and more unobstructed. I don't know how many pounds of horse urine I came here today and I didn't look like it."

Zhou Wangji laughed.

But Pojun sighed.

With his talent, he could see clearly that he was defeated by the white hair again today, almost completely. Mr. Pojun's eyes turned gray, but he still made a decision quickly.

Yu Yanming pointed to the young ranger and said, "This is one of the Taoist priests, a high-ranking disciple of the Academy, a wanderer in the martial arts world, and his family's surname is Li, and his name is Taoist pharmacist. You, don't talk nonsense anymore."

After his words came to an end, he was happy to reach out and pat Zhou Wangji, who was so warm on the shoulder. The smile on his face instantly frozen. He reached out and stopped.

Zhou Wangji's mind spent about five breaths to think about the sentence just now.

Then slowly turn around.

I could almost feel the hardness of the neck turning, and I heard the crackling sound of the twisting joints. My old eyes looked at Yu Yanming with a dull look: "...what??"
To be continued...