All beings calendar, 14,460 years, Jiazi.

On the fourth day of May, summer solstice.

At the beginning of Chen Shi.

In the southern area of ​​Shenshui, the shores of Shenshui, a lotus roots in Shenshui, traveled in the heaven and earth, slowly blooming.

The lotus leaves are boundless and connected to Tianyu, and the weather is magnificent.

The secret realm of Daolian in the five -domain will be opened, and countless strong men flocked to it, hoping to seek opportunities in Dao Lian's secret.

Zhao Wujiang was sitting quietly outside the gate of the Zongzong Mountain, waiting for the return of familiar people to return.

Dao Lian is completely blooming, and it needs to be bright tomorrow. He wants to have a lot of people.

But until the time was approaching, Zhao Wujiang did not see the old figure. He only saw a middle -aged priest who was thin and dressed in the Tibetan blue robe. He glanced at him and shook his head away.

Zhao Wujiang was a little disappointed, but it was not surprising.

Because people come from other places, they must go to the west of Tianbaozhou to the west, go to the area where the Shenshui flows through, and wait to enter the secret situation of Daolian.

When Dao Lian's secret and opportunity is over, there will be a time to see the people.

The place he agreed with Xuanyuan Jing is also the secret of Daolian. Maybe Xuanyuan Jing has waited on the shore of Shenshui west of Tianbaozhou.

He sighed. At the latest tonight, he had to go to the shore of Shenshui, otherwise the time to enter Daolian's secret situation would fall in half a step.

The paper crane fanned his wings in his sleeve robe, and he slowly floated towards Renzong.

Suddenly, he heard a slight footsteps behind him. He looked back, and the paper cranes became smoke instantly. He fell in place.

Not far away, a tired and exhausted figure, a black robe like a deep night, shaking a folding fan, like a personality of a man.

And the son -in -law's appearance is beautiful, his eyebrows are beautiful, and you are so familiar.

Both of them saw each other, and Weiming was in place.

The next moment, the two moved their steps, one step, two steps, running, the faster and faster.

After the setting sun, the shadow of the reunion for a long time is overlapping together.

"Jinger."

"No British."

The two recognized each other at a glance, and they all cried in the sound.

————————

"A big man, ah? Crying, don't you get my sister and me? As for the red eyes, it is water splash?"

Lu Xiaojin's purple dress showed the wind. She was carrying her hands and looked at Mingyue. I was a master. I was lonely lonely and lonely figure.

The nose and swollen Lufeng sorely sat on the ground, and kept looking at the old dragonish servant who turned into a humanoid.

Aren't you the guard arranged by the ancestors? You persuade, what are you stunned? Old fish, you say something!

The old dragon's old servant kept blinking his eyes, dare not look at Lu Feng, and then sinking:

"Master Lu Feng, not the old slave said you, you couldn't experience the painfulness of the lady."

Ah? Lu Fengyan is in place, from the East of Xianling to the south, to the south of this Shenshui, along the way, Lu Xiaojin has only three things, eating and sleeping with his brother.

He only realized the suffering, and he didn't realize any painstakingness.

"Well, Miss is not hitting you at all, but Master Lu Feng, so that you can face a little more confident and more experience when facing Dao Lian's secret realm to find your own opportunity better."

The old dragon's old servant said seriously.

Lu Xiaojin rubbed his wrist, nodded with satisfaction, and looked back.

The old servant wiped the sweat, the summer solstice, the innocence.

You are a bad old man, I am Lu Fengxin, you are a ghost ... Lu Feng wants to cry without tears. Fortunately, every day is dazzling, Dao Lian's secret realm will be opened. He is different from Lu Xiaojin's lotus card sequence.

Dao Liantian in the Secret Realm is not the same.

At that time, he can get rid of Lu Xiaojin and look for the gentle and gentle paintings.

The Lufeng who never bowed his head to the evil forces chose to hang down his head:
Chapter completed!