Chapter 122 Zhuge Yu

"I found that this person reported a set of immortal cultivation skills in the spiritual level, 5,000 spiritual jade. Take this person and hand it over to the Lu family, and reward a set of immortal cultivation skills, 10,000 spiritual jade, and give the city one. The reward listed next to the Lu family's poor search order is enough to make any low-level scattered practice fight hard. Ten thousand Lingyu is nothing for large sects such as Tianxuanzong, but it is enough to cause a bloody storm.

Qianqiu walked on a path in the mountain, and I don't know whether this road is up or down the mountain. Because this road is very flat and surrounded by mountains, I can't see whether it is on or down the mountain, and I don't know whether it is up or down the mountain.

But one thing is certain is that Qianqiu himself doesn't know where to go, because he doesn't know where this is at all?

Since I just woke up and said that when I just woke up, it scared Qianqiu. Why? If you were beaten through Dantian and not only survived intact, but also improved your cultivation by one level, would you be shocked?

Yes, Qianqiu's cultivation has been upgraded to one level, and now it is the cultivation in the middle of Danhua, and the middle of the land of "Hunyuan Sword Tips" has reached its peak. Maybe one day it will break through to the later period.

Qianqiu clenched his fist, and he will never forget the matter of Tianxuanzong. He was inexplicably framed and almost died. This is not what he can stand, but now... Now, the Lu family is also a problem.

A maple leaf fell and fell on Qianqiu's shoulder. Qianqiu paused slightly and took the maple leaf on his shoulder and looked at it. It was red and very beautiful.

Qianqiu looked up and looked at the maple leaves falling all over the sky, and thousands of miles of maple red, slightly distracted.

"It's already late autumn." Qianqiu sighed and practiced without armor, and the years in the mountains were long.

"Is everything okay?" Qianqiu muttered a seemingly inexplicable sentence.

Little hidden peak, double mountain, quiet and quiet, suddenly.' There was a roar, and then there was a rumbling sound.

In the sky, hundreds of spirit birds rise to the sky, and on the ground, dozens of spirit beasts of the spirit period are running wildly. The boundary drawn by Lu Ji for each peak, its array cannot be crossed except that humans can pass through.

Behind these spiritual beasts, there was a woman in blue. The woman was tall, beautiful, cold and elegant, with green silk and cold eyes.

The blue sword in her hand was shining. Suddenly, a colorful ribbon appeared on the soles of the woman's feet. After the ribbon appeared, she immediately flew up with the woman.

The woman flew up and entered the spirit birds flying all over the sky.

"Xing Xuan." The blue sword in the woman's hand was raised and waved forward. Suddenly, the sword spirit was sprinkling out like a galaxy. Yes, it was sprinkling out, not one, but a little sword spirit, like the stars in the night sky.

A trace of sword spirit fell on a spirit bird, and the spirit bird suddenly hiss and slowly fell to the ground.

Then, more than a dozen spiritual birds fell to the ground. The woman withdrew the blue sword and stepped on the ribbon and fell to the ground.

"Very good, very good." As soon as the woman landed, an old man came down from the sky. Every step he took was a ladder constructed by aura, which was an absolute strength.

"Grandpa." The woman called the old man, and the old man was Lu Ji.

Lu Ji has taken Qianli as his granddaughter seven days after Qianqiu fell off the cliff, and Qianli did not object, because Qianqiu asked Lu Ji to take care of her.

He recognized Lu Ji as his grandfather, and Qianli's status in Tianxuanzong has risen. Every month, the Lingyu given by the sect is 5,000, and he has become a core disciple.

And Qianli is also very competitive. During this period, she studied hard and practiced hard. She was originally talented. Now she has practiced to the late stage of attracting spirits, and she is only one step away from breaking through to the Danhua period.

Lu Ji picked up a spirit bird shot down by Qianli and held it in his hand, and then looked a little surprised. "It actually shattered all the meridians inside, and the appearance did not look strange. This is the spiritual bird of the spiritual period. Who did you learn this swordsmanship with? Lu Ji asked.

As soon as the words came out, Qianli's eyes dimmed and he sat on the ground, his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry again.

Lu Ji realized that something was wrong, and he quickly thought of a person, Qianqiu.

Since you can create a skill for yourself, why can't you create one for others? Moreover, it seems that only this boy can create this kind of sword must-kill skill. Thinking of this, Lu Ji sighed and was jealous of talents.

"Xiao Li, don't be sad, your brother will never die. Haha, speaking of which, I haven't eaten Xiaoli's begchicken for a long time. Lu Ji laughed.

Qianqiu will not die, which is undoubtedly the best comfort for Qianli. Qianli combed his mood, stood up and laughed, "To beat so many spirit birds is to beg."

Looking at at least 50 spirit birds on the ground, Lu Ji looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's a blessing."

"Old uncle." Qianqiu walked in the maple-red mountain, looked at an old man who appeared in front of him and shouted.

The old man stopped. He was dressed in coarse Confucian clothes, with a white face and moderate behavior. At first glance, he was a well-learned man.

"Young man, what can I do for you?" The old man asked with a smile.

Although Qianqiu is indifferent in appearance, he still has some courtesy.

"Where is this?" Qianqiu asked.

The old man smiled and said, "Huang Mao, aren't you here to tease my old man?"

Qianqiu hurriedly said, "I dare, I really don't know. Please ask the old gentleman for advice."

The old man looked at Qianqiu's face and saw that his eyes were sincere. He knew that he had not lied, so he said, "This is Yunfeng Mountain in Chu."

"State of Chu? Yunfeng Mountain?" Qianqiu doubted.

Suddenly, Qianqiu's eyes lit up: "Here... Is it Xizhou?

The old man was puzzled and said, "Yes, Xizhou, don't you know?"

“.....” Qianqiu lowered his head and then raised his head and said, "I don't know."

"Do you know how many years this year it is?" The old man asked again.

“.... I don't know." Qianqiu replied.

"Then when did you come to the world of clouds?" The old man asked Qianqiu's birthday, which means when you were born, but this sentence was a little metaphorical by the old man.

This Qianqiu knows, "I came to the world of clouds four years ago." Qianqiu replied happily.

“......” The old man looked at Qianqiu's size, his eyes had changed, and then asked, "How old are you this year?"

"18 years old." Qianqiu replied that he didn't understand why the old man asked these questions... But he didn't seem to realize that if his answers had just been put on the earth, he would have been in a mental hospital.

A trace of sympathy appeared in the old man's eyes, "Alas... What a good child, he is so stupid.

“.....” Qianqiu understood in an instant that even if he was like him, he unconsciously felt hot on his face.

"Follow me." The old man suddenly grabbed Qianqiu's hand and walked to the place where Qianqiu had just passed.

"Hey... Uncle." Although Qianqiu is easy to break free, this is absolutely disrespectful to the elderly. He has been raised by his master since he was a child, which is not allowed.

"I'll take you to my house. Don't worry, child, it will be cured." The old man said.

"..." Qianqiu seems to have experienced a taste, that is, he can't laugh or cry.

“...” Qianqiu looked at his uncle's house in front of him and twitched at the corners of his mouth.

Is uncle's house terrible? No. Is your uncle's home good? Right.

Only before we met, there was a huge courtyard built with green bricks and white tiles, and three big characters were written on the scarlet gate: "Disciple Residence."

"There is no order of learning, and the master comes first. Academically, no one can take the lead, so they are all disciples." The old man said.

At this time, there were bursts of Lang Lang's reading sound in the courtyard, which stunned Qianqiu.

"Ha ha, I used to be the prime minister of the State of Chu, and resigned and lived in seclusion here to run this college, named Zhuge Yu. The poor and rich people nearby sent their children to me. I collect the children of the rich, but I don't accept the children of the poor. The old man said.

"Old Bo Dade." Thousands of years.

"Huh? It doesn't seem serious... Is it amnesia? Zhuge Yu looked at Qianqiu's strange way.

........

"Okay, just live in this college and usually do academics with them." Zhuge Yu said.

"I... This..." Qianqiu said hurriedly, but was blocked by Zhuge Yu's eyes.