Chapter 120 Meeting

Gan Ping followed Wan Lin to a bamboo house and looked up and down at the rather elegant bamboo house. What surprised him was that the bamboo used in the bamboo house was quite different. In the depths of the bamboo forest, there are quite strange green bamboo everywhere. When Gan Ping passed the bamboo forest, he secretly tested it with his hand. This green bamboo fruit is really worthy of being an ancient relic. The degree of toughness has reached the level of seven grades. It is thought that as long as you break one, it will be a low-grade flying sword. This is still the fact that after the blue bamboo was brought to the Myocui Peak, the bamboo could not fully grow due to the restrictions of aura. It is thought that the green bamboo texture that Wuyin Zhenren had been planted for tens of thousands of years in the fairy house must have reached an apparing level.

Although the bamboo house in front of you is made of many green bamboos, it is slightly lighter than the bamboo in the bamboo forest. The whole bamboo house is integrated and shows a slightly transparent color. Gan Ping followed Mo Nengfeng for such a long time, and he saw at a glance that this bamboo house was also a quite strange magic weapon. Seeing that Gan Ping was staring at her bamboo house in a daze, Wan Lin couldn't help smiling, "Brother Gan also has research on this way of refining? This bamboo house is a magic weapon refined for me by the master, which is mixed with colorful glazed gold, which can be used casually and can be carried around. It is also a convenient thing to travel down the mountain in the future. At this time, Gan Ping thought of Mo Lianfeng and hurriedly said, "Sister Wan, my master and aunt..."

Wan Lin opened the door and said, "Don't worry, I'm free and measured. Come in." Although it was quite unreasonable to rush into the women's boudoir, they were all monks, but they didn't have to stick to this kind of etiquette. After thinking about it, Gan Ping walked in generously. Wan Lin's beautiful eyes glanced up and down on Gan Ping's body, and appreciated the little brother's free and easy. If it were other male disciples, they would say that they would have to push three or four obstacles. In this way, it seemed that this brother Gan was not as dull as he had seen before.

Gan Ping casually sat on a bamboo chair and looked at the elegant furnishings in the room. It was the first time he saw Gan Ping, a magic weapon that could live in it. He was already interested in refining. He couldn't help but look carefully. Wan Lin couldn't help laughing when she saw his curious face. She poured a cup of tea and looked at him with a smile and said, "Brother Gan, come and taste our specialty bee wing tea of Wei Cuifeng." With that, she handed over the teacup. Seeing that her face was as if nothing had happened, Gan Ping was sure that nothing would happen to the master, so he thanked her and took the teacup.

Looking down, there were several transparent leaves as thin as cicada wings floating on the green water in the tea bowl. The bee wing tea was really tea as its name. After a sip, a faint aura rose from the abdomen. He also drank tea, but Gan Ping's stomach full of questions had not been solved. Looking at Wan Lin's smiling and beautiful face, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a little unnatural. After thinking about it for a long time, he came up with a sentence: "Sister Wan Lin, your face... Are you all right?"

"Hee hee." Although she became a golden elixir, Wan Lin, who has been growing up under the master's wings, is like a little girl who has not grown up. "Brother Gan, I lied to you just now. Uncle Mo and the master don't know why they don't want to say anything and don't want to see each other. This is just a small plan for me. The master is reluctant to hit me." With that, he laughed again.

Gan Ping suddenly realized his words. No wonder he heard that the tone of the voiceless aunt was so strange just now. Maybe he was also wondering why his master Mo Lianfeng was so angry that even the worship word roared.

Looking at Wan Lin with a cunning face, Gan Ping was speechless. This senior sister Wan was really bold. She dared to play this trick in front of her master and Wuyin, but this move was right.

Just as the two were talking and laughing, a small lavender jade charm floated from the window and fell in front of the Gan plane. Gan Ping grabbed the gaze and felt it and hurriedly got up and said, "Thank you, Sister Wan's spiritual tea. The master called me to go to the voiceless aunt." With that, Gan Ping hurriedly pushed the door and came out. Wan Lin couldn't help but be stunned. Before she asked what the little brother was doing here, the boy ran away.

Gan Ping quickly came to the place where he had been waiting according to the way he came in his memory. Mo Nengfeng stood there with a slightly dark face. When he saw him coming, he couldn't help saying in a low voice, "Didn't I let you wait here? What did you do?" Gan Ping was speechless. Did he tell the master that you went to ask for help, and I went to drink tea with Sister Wan? At this time, his heart was full of self-reproach. It seemed that he had been a little confused about a series of things recently.

Mo Congfeng saw that he snorted like this, turned around and walked in, "Come with me and go to see your voiceless aunt." With that, he walked in. Gan Ping had to follow him in dismay and dare not say a word.

Before he came to the bamboo building, Gan Ping found that the bamboo building and Wan Lin's room were generally made of green bamboo. He couldn't help but marvel, and he added a little respect for this unseen aunt.

After entering the bamboo building, Gan Ping was stunned to find that the space inside was so vast. This small bamboo building was not as wide as the hall of the ground fire hall. Obviously, the great magic power of mustard Naxumi was added in the process of construction and refining. There was a woman sitting in the middle of the top. She thought it was the voiceless teacher's aunt in her master's mouth. Gan Ping secretly thought of it.

Walking into the accident of Ganping Dawei, this soundless real person actually looked so young. There was a woman lying on the side of a wide bamboo chair in the middle, with one hand supporting her head, playing with a purple jade in one hand, and a pair of beautiful eyes looking at Ganping with interest. Gan Ping didn't dare to be rude, and he hurriedly knelt down without looking at it much. "Disciple Gan Ping, see the voiceless aunt." Say goodbye to him.

Mo Congfeng beside him saw that Gan Ping was so polite, and his smelly face softened a little, and he put his robe sleeves aside. Raise your head and let me see how much you look like when your master was young? I don't know if you will be as flirty as your master. The lazy voice came, and it was as soft as a fairy sound. Gan Ping was slightly confused when he heard it, and suddenly his mind was clear. Obviously, his teacher and aunt had practiced a rather powerful divine sound skill, and his words were also mixed with a little. Fortunately, the Taiyi Chunyang Heart Sutra, which I practiced, can protect my mind, otherwise I would have lost a big ugly just now.

Mo Yuefeng couldn't help but look extremely unhappy when he heard this and turned his head with a hum. Gan Ping quickly raised his head and saw the woman lying on her side above. She saw her voiceless aunt's two curved eyebrows like green smoke, a pair of apricot eyes like bright spring water, Qiong's nose cherry's skin was like snow, and her beauty was unparalleled. Compared with the women Fang Yuanting and Ning Ziling she had seen before, she was several times more beautiful, and a green bamboo hairpin was inserted on her head. The green silk at that end is slightly rolled up, and several strands of hair hanging down are even more lazy and charming. It is extremely touching. He is dressed in a red light gauze skirt, and a pair of white feet without socks are exposed outside. At the same time, there is also a piece of bright white calf exposed. No matter how you think of a two or eight beauties who has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Appearance.

Wuyin saw that Gan Ping's eyes were extremely clear. Obviously, he was not confused by his voice just now. He couldn't help nodding in his heart. Mo Nengfeng, a disciple, was quite good, and his heart was firm and solid. When Gan Ping saw the charming sound above, he couldn't help but be stunned, and his face turned red and lowered his head. Gee, Brother Mo, you are quite honest as a disciple. How can you be provocative? Wuyin couldn't help laughing when he saw Gan Ping like this.

Mo Zhenfeng's face was quite ugly, "Sister Wuyin, this time I did ask for you, but you don't have to humiliate me like this. At worst, I can solve it in a free way." With that, he snorted heavily in his nose. Seeing that he was really a little angry, Wuyin stopped saying anything. He turned his head and looked at Gan Ping, "Xiaopinger, it's the first time you've seen your aunt. As an elder, I didn't show that I lost my identity." Speaking of the soundless beautiful eyes here, a green thing flew to Gan Ping as soon as he raised his hand. "This is the ten-year-old green bamboo heart I found in the Quzi Fairy House in those years. Look at your fire spirit beating. This extreme thing of the wood genus can help you practice."

Gan Ping reached out to catch the ten-thousand-year green bamboo heart, but did not look carefully. Instead, he kowtowed to Wuyin again, "Ask the teacher to help me and use the nine turns of Yunxinlian."