Jiange Jianling, you don’t know how to stay in the room.

Jun Wuyi was just finishing washing and tidying up his shop, ready to fall into a sweet dream.

With a "bang", Jun Wuyi was so scared that he rolled down to the bottom of the bed before he lay down. He hurriedly drew his sword and waited solemnly.

I saw that it was the Pavilion Master and the Master who breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't intend to think it was a sneak attack by the demon cultivator.

Jun Wuyan looked hurried and trembled, and they wanted to ask.

Lei Bao was already anxious and asked directly before Jun accidentally spoke: "Qing, where are the people of Jianglin?"

Feng Qingyang also informed several elders Yi Feng in advance of the pseudonym.

Jun Wuyi looked confused and thought of the half bowl of chicken soup he had drunk this morning, and then he slapped his head.

"You guys say Jiang Lin, Brother Jiang, I went down the mountain after lunch today. I saw that my junior brothers were busy and Brother Jiang was fine, so I went to help."

Jun Wuyi looked proud and deserved to be my favorite apprentice to protect my junior brother and master.

"You!" Lei Bao was furious and his beard was blown up.

Jun Wuyi retracted back to the bed, his flesh squeezed into a ball, and said, "It should be back, and it takes only one hour to go back and forth."

"Are you talking about the journey of foot, or the journey of flying swords?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"Of course it's a flying sword, so I'm just a little slower than riding a horse." Jun Wuyi said weakly.

Then a large meat ball like a cannonball was shot out.

"You can't find Jiang Lin, you don't have to come back!"

Elder Lei Bao's shouts resounded throughout Jianling, and although the other disciples had no idea of ​​the reason, they were all lying down with their heads in their arms, fearing that they would be implicated.

At this moment, Jianglin was swaying on the bustling Qianren City Lord Street.

After being slightly drunk, Jiang Lin was also a little sleepy. He was about to find a place to rest. He had little money left on him, so he would have brought more of it if he had known it.

At that moment, I had to go to the inn located in Jiange in the city to rest, as long as I have this waist sign.

Feng Qingyang said that although he was not as good as his sword-holding elder's waist card, he could also pass through the Jiange power.

I thought about it and touched my waist, and after a long time, it was empty.

Jiang Lin had a black line, so he had to go back to search, and soon he found Shiweitian Restaurant.

At this time, the building was still brightly lit and business was booming.

"Shopkeeper, I'm just having dinner with you, and my waist seems to have dropped, do you see it?" Jiang Lin asked the shopkeeper when he saw the child was busy.

The shopkeeper just shook his head and denied it. He called the waiter again. The waiter carried the sweat towel on his shoulder and turned his head to recall.

"I have seen it. It seems that it was picked up by Miss Ye's maid. I didn't care. It was just that they watched it for a while before I had a little impression."

Jiang Lin asked a little confused: "You said that was a lady? Don't you think it's a man."

The waiter was confused when he heard this, and the shopkeeper replied with a smile: "I'm afraid that only fools will treat it as a man. The one who just had dinner with you was Ye Qingxuan, the daughter of the city lord Ye Gucheng. This girl has been weird since she was a child, and everyone in Qianren City knows it."

The waiter also added: "Ms. Ye just likes the appearance of a man, but even a foreigner in that sense, it is impossible for men and women to be able to distinguish between men and women. If you don't believe me, please ask the guests here."

Jiang Lin felt that his IQ was insulted. No wonder Ye Qingxuan looked weird just now and the ruthless ridicule of the maid Shuang'er.

What’s even more sad is that the novels are all lie! The author’s mouth is a lie.

It was already very sad and desolate, but later the wind became even more miserable.

Jiang Lin staggered in the alley, looked up at Mingyue, thinking of the shame just now, almost crazy.

"Gaia! Gaia~ya~" shouting attracted attention, but Jiang Lin was already fearless.

At this time, Jun Wuyi was on the way to fly swords...

The alcohol slowly rose, Jiang Lin no longer knew where he was, and in a trance he seemed to hear the sound of crying for help.

When I came to the darkness, I could no longer see anyone. There was darkness in front of me, and the high wall beside me blocked the fireworks outside.

When I followed the sound, I realized that a woman was graceful in her posture.

In amazement, I went up to help him up, but I felt cold when I came into contact with him.

Suddenly, the wind was chaotic, and the walls on both sides instantly painted with mottled shadows and collapsed and about to fall.

Feeling the crisis, Jiang Lin wanted to take action but couldn't get out, and his consciousness gradually fell.

"Hehehehehe, brother, come and play with my sister."

The sound is charming and intriguing, like falling into a furnace.

After hearing the sound, Jiang Lin gritted his teeth and hugged. He hated this feeling, as if he was back in the sword tomb, unable to move.

At the critical moment, Buddhist chants resounded throughout the world, and a monk came with a sword of Dharma stalemate.

The monks faced the crazy attack of succulent demons, but their lips and teeth were lightly opened:

"Manjushri, get a sword!"

The little monk picked up the flower hand and said, the Manjushri sword rose, and the Buddha's light shone.

With just one move, the succubus disappeared.

The monk looked at the sky in Qianren City again and tugged his fingers:

"Basa Dharma Seal."

The magic seal rose from under his feet and gradually covered his feet. It seemed that it had not stopped and dispersed outward until it was blocked by the city-protected magic array.

Jiang Lin also woke up from his charm and found that he was already sweating and was standing alone in the bustling streets.

Looking up, a young monk picked up a flower and smiled, and his figure hid among the crowd.

People seem to have no idea what Jiang Lin had just had, and everything was as usual.

Only Jiang Lin himself knew that with just one move, all the demons in Qianren City were destroyed.

Buddhism is worthy of being the nemesis of the demon clan, and it is so terrifying.

At this time, Jun Wuyi happened to find Jiang Lin, and cried with tears in his nose and tears, escorting Jiang Lin back.

After walking around for a day, Jiang Lin was physically and mentally exhausted, and fell asleep when he fell on the bed.

A few days later, Feng Qingyang came to visit Jiang Lin with several elders, and by the way, he also made a blow to the hammer.

After shutting down the disciples, several of them were very serious.

"What do you think of the ceremony right now?" Feng Qingyang spoke first.

"Yes, the most important thing is that you, Elder Zheng Jian, accept disciples. Have you thought about how to do it?" Chu Tian, ​​the elder of the Qi Sect, also spoke.

Only then did Jiang Lin remember that there was still this thing. Recently, he had a lot of fun with Jun Wuyi. He had nothing to do to tease the disciples of the sect and was very happy to travel around the mountains and rivers.

This is a good opportunity to be proud. This is not a complete plot of the male lead. Jiang Lin's fantasy is always wild and thunderous.

Everyone looked at his smile and was puzzled.

Jiang Lin thought about it from the nine heavens before he pulled his thoughts back, corrected his body, and slowly said the plan.

After hearing this, Lei Bao said he was happy and wished he could go up by himself. Feng Qingyang, Chu Tian and Shi Tie also nodded in agreement.

As the ceremony approaches, Qianren City is also surging, and Ye Gucheng is very troubled.

But there is also a good thing, that is, the day Jiang Lin encountered the succubus, the demons in the city suddenly disappeared without a trace, and now only scattered demon sects are left.

However, these are all brought in after the defense and are under the control of the spies.

Ye Gucheng picked up the letter of worship on the desk and had a headache again. The engagement team of Southern Wei was about to arrive. He heard that the second prince Wei Zhong was kind and loyal, and fell in love with his daughter at first sight. He didn't know what his daughter thought.

Although his parents' orders and matchmakers' words, Ye Gucheng, as a father, still hopes that his daughter can choose his own happiness. If the second prince is not good, the third prince seems to be good.

If the daughter can become the imperial concubine, the Ye family's power will be more stable.

However, Ye Gucheng was just immersed in the lovely fatherly fantasy he created, and his daughter Ye Qingxuan had long been planning the escape route.

Outer Gate of Jiange.

Jiang Lin was taking his number one "shaking head dipping sauce" and he had no intention of having fun everywhere.

After spending time together, Jun Wuyi has completely become addicted to Jiang Lin's various ways of playing, all of which are versions he has never seen before.

"Oh, that's not Junior Sister Yunying, let's go and have a look."

Jiang Lin saw a group of people fighting his improved snooker from afar.

Unlike the previous table tennis balls, they are all practitioners after all. A billiard ball, a few small balls, and a bit large tabletop are not enough to watch.

Sword cultivators often practice swords, and their control over strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. Practicing mental techniques makes them have a long eye power, and almost everyone clears the stage with one shot.

A few days ago, Lei Bao, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, also visited him. He wanted to supervise his practice, but Jiang Lin was so smart that he combined work and rest, and practiced twice the result with half the effort.

Lei Bao also yelled to try it, but not only did the ball break, but the entire platform was in half.

Jiang Lin had to design the gameplay again, and the venue was set up in the back mountain of Jianling, where there was a whole piece of Xuangang stone, just two words "naive".

This time I won’t be a ball table anymore, so I will use the uneven terrain to increase the difficulty of entering the hole.

The balls and clubs were also created by Shi Tie, the elder of Jiantang. The black iron is cast and the quality is good.
To be continued...