No matter how obedient Ping Yongjia was, she was dissatisfied with what she said. She thought that although her surname was Ping, why should she take such a risk?

However, he is the last disciple of Shenmao Peak ranked last, and he can't escape such a thing as opening the door.

He left the courtyard dejectedly and went to the main entrance of Jingyuan. Soon after, he walked back with Nan Wang's hand.

To be precise, that's not holding hands.

He bent slightly, held his right hand, and respectfully held Nan Wang's wrist.

Over the years, he has been in the Imperial Palace of Chaoge City or in the Imperial City of the Underworld. He has seen the style of some people, and today he has subconsciously made it happen because of his fear.

Nan Wang looked indifferent, raised his head and chest, and looked straight, and he really looked like a queen mother.

When she arrived in the courtyard, she withdrew her right hand and waved it in disgust.

Ping Yongjia was like being pardoned, so she would not stay there. With a whoosh, it turned into a sword light and disappeared from a distance.

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "It should be a few years later, and be a little more stable."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why?"

Jing Jiu nodded in confusion.

Nan Wang walked to him, sat on the floor under the eaves, and said, "You have been since you started over, I have no reason to be slower than you, why?"

Jing Jiu smiled slightly and said, "I won't argue with you."

Nan Wang looked at his face in surprise, wondering why his temperament has changed so much? Could it be that the departure of the eldest brother has had such a great impact on you?

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and reached in front of her.

Naturally, Nan Wang would not bow his head like Liu Shisui, nor would he put his cute little face in his palm, snorted coldly, took out a small wine pot from his arms and put it on, making a slight sound.

The small wine pot was made of unknown material. It was obviously extraordinary, with a faint green light, and it seemed that there was a magic array attached to the mouth of the bottle.

However, Jing Jiu easily opened the wine pot, which seemed particularly familiar. I think it had been opened many times hundreds of years ago.

I don’t know how much wine there is in the small wine pot, but he hasn’t finished it after drinking it for a long time. He thought that Nan Wang must have re-refined it, even if it is a whale drink... Well, the word whale should not be used. He put down the wine pot, wiped his lips that were not stained with wine, and handed back the small wine pot.

Nan Wang took the wine pot, drank it casually, and said expressionlessly: "She has been away for so long, do you still have to drink?"

Many, many years ago, when I went to Baicheng to do a serious business in March, Jingyang would go to Qingrongfeng to ask her for wine.

She didn't know why he was drinking, so she misunderstood.

It will ruin your life.

Now that Sanyue really goes to other places, he can't come back. What's the point of the jealousy and anger back then?

"For me, she has not been gone for long." Jing Jiu said.

"That's right." Nan Wang was silent for a long time and said, "She treats you differently after all."

Jing Jiu looked at the stars that were not visible in the sky now and said, "Every star is different."

Nan Wang said: "It's not like this."

Jing Jiu asked, "What's that?"

Nan Wang glanced at him and said, "The tone of your speech now... is really a bit weird. Are you sure you have not been snatched by the fairy tale of the white blade?"

Jing Jiu said, "You're thinking too much."

Nan Wang stared at his face for a long time, and confirmed that there was no problem, so he continued the previous topic: "Many years ago, when she was still in winter, your realm was also very low, and in Xihai, he almost died to save her. Later, you went to Zhongzhou to attend the Dao Assessment for her, and got the immortal talisman of the immortal talisman, and almost died to refine the white blade. In addition, Chaoge City this time."

Jing Jiu asked, "So?"

Nan Wang said: "A guy as lazy and afraid of death like you will actually fight for others... and it has been several times, which means that she is the one you like."

Jing Jiu said: "I said, I like it all."

More than a hundred years ago, in the scenic garden, right here, Nan Wang got this reply.

I like mountains, rivers, the universe and everything, and of course I have you.

At that time, Nan Wang burst into tears, slapped him in the face, slapped him in the chest, ruining a courtyard and a scum all over the ground.

She didn't cry or take action today, but just looked at him indifferently and said, "Can you fight for me?"

"Not sure, like I never thought of taking risks for her, but I still did it when I saw something happen to her."

Jing Jiu stared into her eyes and said, "But don't try, because I don't want something wrong with you."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who did you learn this from?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "It seems to be Gu Qing?"

Nan Wang looked at him mockingly and asked again: "Then why didn't you let me like you back then?"

Jing Jiu explained seriously: "Because I like it all, you don't like me, it's too troublesome."

Nan Wang was speechless, raised the wine pot and took a sip, then handed it to him.

The two of them drank in silence. I don’t know how long it took, but the small wine pot was finally empty.

"Thank you for drinking with me," said Jing Jiu.

Such a scene has really not happened in many years.

Nan Wang thought about what happened back then, and couldn't help laughing out loud and said, "Senior Brother hates you to go to Qingrongfeng to drink with me the most."

Jing Jiu said, "He has no choice but to do anything to you, so he gave me all his resentment."

Nan Wang straightened his chest and said proudly: "Senior brother loves me."

That's it.

Liu Ci can assign the forbidden area of ​​Bihu Peak to her as a bathhouse.

The most serious Yuanqi Whale seems to have never seen the singing of Qingrong Peak every night in hundreds of years.

The Qingshan Formation is opened on time every year, ushering in spring rain, autumn wind and first snow, so that she can enjoy the scenery.

When it comes to love and favor, she really has a lot of love. Who made her a junior sister?

"I heard... you played mahjong in the end?"

"Yes."

Nan Wang raised the small wine pot to his eyes, looked at the sky at the mouth of the pot, and said, "This is great, senior brother... is it painful when he left?"

Jing Jiu thought about the few laughs and the snow, and said, "He said he was very happy in the past few hundred years."

"That's good."

Nan Wang stood up, looked at him and said, "Since everyone is so happy, then don't do anything more?"

Jing Jiu understood what she meant, and this was about Taiping Zhenren.

Just like Ping Yongjia and Apiao, she is the youngest apprentice of Taiping Zhenren. Liu Ci, what kind of habit did Yuan Qiying’s pampering come from at the beginning? Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan’s fear of her come from? Where did those pampering come from?

"When I entered the Qingshan Mountain, I studied the formation of smoke and clouds and clouds with him, and that formation was fake and he tampered with it."

Jing Jiu said: "From the beginning, he didn't expect me to ascend."

For practitioners, this is the greatest malice.

Nan Wang said, "Master treated you very well back then. Is there no reason to do such a thing. Could it be that you have other ideas?"

Jing Jiu said: "I probably understand his thoughts, but my practice is my business, and he cannot do this."

"I don't care about your affairs, nor can I control you, but when the senior brothers leave, I will look at Qingshan. Don't go too far."

After saying this, Nan Wang waved his arm lightly, the silver bell rang, and countless sword strings rose from the void, turning into an invisible bridge, taking her up in the air, and soon went to the distant green mountains.

Looking at the petite figure that was about to disappear into the clouds, Jing Jiu's lips curled slightly, and he showed a gratified smile.

Although it took a little longer... the little girl finally grew up.

...

...

Nan Wang left, and the guys who had just left naturally had to come back. Ping Yongjia was the fastest and returned to the courtyard in a flash. But as soon as her feet fell to the ground, she heard the silver ringtone coming from the sky again, and her face turned pale, thinking that this was called a turning-up sword?

Accompanied by the crisp ringtone, a snow-white long-haired cat landed by the stream, looking at the tiger's eyes and dragons, with extraordinary demeanor.

Ping Yongjia looked at it and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. After more than a hundred years, she grabbed its tail again familiarly, carried it to Jing Jiu, and said, "Master, Lord Bai Gui is here."

Liu Ada's eyes... there was no anger, only innocent and helplessness. He looked at Jing Jiu, which roughly meant that what was going on with your apprentice? Even though he knew who he was, he was still so energetic?

Jing Jiu smiled, held it in his arms, and stroked it from beginning to end skillfully.

Ada knew his current state and did not dare to neglect it. He quickly narrowed his eyes and showed a look of enjoyment, and at the same time he did not forget to snore like thunder.

Before Zhuo Rusui and others could fall into the courtyard, they heard these thunders, and immediately had the same misunderstanding as Ping Yongjia. They thought that Nan Wang turned back again, so they quickly turned around and ran away. Only Zhao Luyue was most familiar with the snoring and fell gently under the eaves.

Ada rubbed Jing Jiu's chin with a pleasing touch.

Jing Jiu flipped his palm and took out the snow-white cicada and placed it on top of its head.

Ada waved his tail with satisfaction, jumped out of his arms, and walked into Zhao Layue's arms.

Zhao Layue noticed that the aura emitted by Han Chan was even colder than before, and poked it with his fingers with some interest. Han Chan quickly turned over on A Da's head and exposed her belly.

"What should I do next?" She asked while poking Han Chan's belly. Just a few days ago, Zenzi asked Jing Jiu the same question.

"No matter how much he thinks, it's not as much as I can calculate in this life."

Jing Jiu took out the porcelain plates and fine sand that he had not seen for many years and said calmly.

Zhao Layue didn't say anything again.

Ada no longer snores.

Ping Yongjia didn't know what was going to happen, but subconsciously knew that something big was going to happen. She became extremely nervous and looked at the stream helplessly, but she didn't see Zhuo Rusui and others.

Jing Jiu picked up a fine piece of sand and put it in the porcelain plate casually.

A plate of loose sand suddenly turned into a painting.
Chapter completed!