Chapter 428: The younger brother suspects that he bends 6 every day.

When I heard that the management of the family had not responded, I saw those Xianmen disciples who were originally on the high side, all of them enthusiastically surrounded.
"This little son, I have to come to Yunxiamen. I can recommend it to the elders and recommend you as a pro-disciple."
"The wood system is the most suitable for the practice of Dan Huazong."
"My lotus fairy door..."
Jin Haozheng did not look at the gestures on the door of Xiaoxianmen, but a good seedling of Shuimu Shuangling, he was about to get up and ask, and there was a white shadow.
Jin Hao is staring at the master of his own family and walking toward the children surrounded by the crowd.
No, no, Shuimu Shuangling is rare, but it is not worthy of a master to run it.
A Zhao looked at a group of people around the man, and it was annoying.
She released the pressure of the monks who belonged to the gods. For a moment, the group of disciples seemed to be held in the throat, and they could no longer speak.
A Zhao separated the crowd and walked straight to the man's side.
She bowed her head and coveted: "Would you like to enter my Lingyun Xianzong?"
Many, many years later, Wen Qingli remembers that scene.
The immortal robes of the white hair and white clothes flew, seeming to come from the clouds.
Everyone around him consciously gave way to him, but he only looked at himself.
He asked him: "Would you like to enter my Lingyun Xianzong?"
The smell of people raised their heads and only felt that the sun was a bit dazzling.
He heard his voice: "I am willing."
Regardless of whether this person knows his or her own secrets, Lingyun Xianzong, he always has to go.
Azhao is happy in his heart, but the face is only soft for a moment.
She thought about it and reached out to the smell.
Smell the people.
Zhao Ming Dao is so cold and ignorant that he does not like to be in contact with people. He is notorious in the realm of comprehension.
What is he doing now?
Azhao sees the male owner shy [fog] looking at his own hand, a pair of dare not [dark] touched, the heart is more pity.
She softened her voice: "I took you to see other same doors."
The hand is still stretched out, and the smell of people is finally confirmed: Zhao Mingdao is to take his own hand.
He looked up at the hand in front of him, white as jade, slender and graceful, with distinct bones, like a good work of art.
After hesitation, he finally reached out and put it on the hand.
So soft!
Azhao’s eyes lit up, and the appeasement generally held the hand of the man and led him to the direction of Lingyun Xianzong.
At this moment, the disciples of Lingyun Xianzong have already stayed.
He, when did they see such a gentle master?
Yes, gentle.
Master Lingyun Xianzong can describe it with various words such as cold, loneliness, dust, etc., but it can never be touched with gentle words.
However, at this moment, although he did not show a smile on his face, but the meticulous movements, soft eyes, everyone can think of the word "gentle".
A female disciple muttered: "I used to think that the master of the cold sword is unable to move his eyes, but the master at the moment is heart-warming."
Another female disciple whispered: "Is the master like a child? I hate that I can't re-enter the baby again."
There is a person on the side who said: "Like a child? The granddaughter of the elders of Guangxin, born so cute, have you seen the masters?"
He once again glanced at the child who was holding hands by Azhao. He was envious in his tone: "I don't like children, it is just right. Is this child in the mortal world into the eyes of the master?"

Subconsciously took a look at the time, half past five, um, or daytime, no cat disease!
There are three more, see you at night, mua!