闪乐

"Let's work together to realize Tianzun's last wish as soon as possible."

Lin Qingluo's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at the little Beiling fondly: "Make this undeveloped small world a treasured fairyland full of aura that everyone yearns for."

"Uh-huh."

Shi Bao Ting's heart was surging, he nodded vigorously, his big eyes sparkling.

*

"Is there anyone in the peach grove?"

"There was a gasp and a snort."

"You two are out of your minds. Isn't this a peach forest? You can see the head at a glance. Who is there?"

"You're just out of your mind. If you have the ability, you can take two steps forward and see if you can get in."

"Why can't I go in, ouch..."

Early in the morning, outside the defensive barrier of the bamboo house, there was a lot of commotion.

The three blue-clothed disciples who were guarding the Spirit Grass Garden saw the peach forest appearing out of thin air, and they were so startled that they jumped wildly.

Unconvinced, a disciple rushed forward with his neck stuck, and was thrown several meters away by the defensive formation, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Hahaha."

The other two disciples were amused and burst out laughing.

*

"Who are they? The quarrels in the early morning, disturbing people's dreams, are annoying to death."

In the bamboo house, Shitou was awakened by the laughter, turned over impatiently, and continued to sleep.

"I gonna go see."

Wang Meng got up early, lifted his legs out of bed, took some water from the clear pool, washed his face roughly, passed through the defensive barrier effortlessly, and appeared in front of the three disciples.

"Hey, I'll go, who are you?"

One of the three disciples, when he saw the young man who appeared suddenly, was startled by his extraordinarily tall figure, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"My lord, Wang Meng, is new here, and I don't know the three senior brothers, please forgive me."

Wang Meng bowed his hand very politely, with respect in his words.

"Hey, you are quite the way."

When the three disciples heard the words, their faces showed color.

One of them stood on tiptoe, and the two brothers seemed to be on his shoulders.

"You are also a new disciple who just started two days ago, and you are assigned to do chores in the Spirit Grass Garden? Don't be afraid, we will protect you from now on, and no one will dare to trouble you."

Wang Meng looked sideways, glanced at the arm on his shoulder, and resisted not to throw it off.

The two dazzling rays of light traveled from far to near, drawing a perfect arc to come to the front.

Seeing Wang Meng's eyes light up, the two disciples in Tsing Yi jumped off the flying sword and clapped their hands together: "Dare to ask this little brother, is he Master Lin's apprentice?"

"Exactly."

The first time he heard the word Shishu, Wang Meng was delighted.

In an instant, he realized that the little master was a direct disciple of the Kunlun ancestor, and his seniority was extremely high.

The vast majority of the Kunlun sect, when they see the little master, have to respectfully address him as Master Lin.

What's going on?

Why are the two inner disciples so respectful to this young man who has just arrived?

Who is Uncle Lin?

The three blue-clothed disciples were stunned, and the man on Wang Meng's shoulder loosened his arm awkwardly.

"Master is inside, two senior brothers, please follow me."

Wang Meng secretly laughed, stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and led the two disciples in green clothes into the Taolin, where they disappeared in an instant.

"hiss."

The three blue-clothed disciples looked dazed, subconsciously followed, and were bounced back without any surprise.

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