"Senior Brother Bao, can you choose the disciples who are formally held in this official meeting of each sect?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing used all his spiritual power to dispel the coldness.

"Yeah, I've chosen it."

Pei Ye was perfunctory.

Yesterday, when I came back from the meeting with the Zongfeng Hall, I had a lawsuit. When I met Xu Chengyan, I had more hidden information. Pei Ye didn’t even sleep well, so how could he be in the mood to arrange his disciples with him?

Mr. Yang Jingzhen asked: "Who did you choose?"

Girl Gu, Fang Moqing and a few looked at Pei Ye, among which Fang Moqing's eyes were the most hot and complicated. He didn't expect that he hadn't seen his master for two or three days, and his master had given him a little junior sister from somewhere, and his heart was gurgling with sour bubbles.

When I heard the arrangements of my disciples, I felt even more mixed.

In the past, he had to arrange such things, but this time he didn't even receive the news.

Master...

Is he dissatisfied with himself?

Fang Moqing lowered his head, restlessly thinking, and racked his brains to recall where he had not done well recently.

Just as he felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it, Pei Ye's voice pulled him out of his self-pity: "If you tell me about the disciples, I plan to bring Mo Qing, Xingyun and Chuanyun, and the inner disciples with Henglin, Hengsen, and the outer disciples to choose a few with higher cultivation levels."

Yang Jingzhenjun did not understand Pei Ye’s arrangement: “Will this arrangement be inappropriate? Although Mr. Mo Qing is young, he is successful in his character and careful behavior. He is young and has a golden elixir. His future is unlimited. He is likely to inherit the Kouxian Peak in the future. Henglin and Hengsen practice hard. How much knowledge can they learn and get to know each other? But Xingyun has not been practicing for a long time, and Chuanyun is a new disciple…”

What are you doing with them?

"Of course I'm relieved."

According to the consistent laws of the novel, there will definitely be troubles in such a large-scale social conference copy, and the trip to Tianyin Valley will not go smoothly.

Ordinary disciples who do not have the protagonist's immortal aura should join in the fun.

Fang Moqing, Gu Changxin and Xu Chengyan, the male protagonists of the three crews are different. Can they not blind people if they get together?

This is triple insurance!

However, this reason cannot be said.

She used her brain and found a reason that was not so perfunctory: "Whether it was Xingyun or Zhuanyun, she had a rough life in the first half of her life and was not completely familiar with Kouxian Peak. I was worried that they would not be able to adapt. What if they were bullied by the monkeys on Kouxian Peak? After thinking about it, I still took them both to go down the mountain to see and relax."

Gu Shaoneng: "..."

Xu Shaoneng: "…"

Fang Moqing was moved and jealous.

Master is so gentle and considerate (?????)

Pei Ye said this, so it is natural that Zhenjun Yang Jing will not be able to interfere again.

Give half a day to pack up and everyone will meet at the gate of Lingjizong Mountain.

[The Qiankun bag is easy to use, and you can choose to travel at home.] Put the Qiankun bag of the original owner Xiaobao, put the changed clothes, daily necessities and a bag of spirit stones that Yutan secretly stuffed her in the conference hall. It's almost done.

The most important thing is that you must bring enough talismans.

Just in case, I waved my hand and stuffed two talismans to each disciple, all of which were freshly released and sealed.

One is the Five Thunder Talisman, the other is the Explosion Talisman.

Disciples: "..."

"Shi Shi Shi Shi - that's too much."

Several disciples' hands trembled with the talismans.

"Where are many places? When you are away, you are afraid that you will not be able to take care of you. If you encounter an unexpected situation or a danger, these talismans can ensure that you are safe. You are with you, and you will bring you back many of you."

While moved, several disciples could not help but feel panic and worried.

Ten disciples, each with two bundles, one bundle of one hundred pieces...

What is the danger? So many talismans are needed?

Pei Ye brought his disciples to the gate of the mountain and found that the others were already together, and the head of Yang Qiong and junior brother Yutan were also there.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother Yutan, are you here to see you off?"

Yang Wei’s leader: “I’m here to see you off, but Junior Brother Yutan is not.”

"That Junior Brother Yutan is..."

"Your body needs to be carefully conditioned with decoction. The other disciples of Miaoyi Peak are not practicing enough, so I'll be more at ease."

Pei Ye touched his nose awkwardly.

Three bowls of bitter medicinal soup every day are sour, sour, spicy, bitter and astringent, hard to describe, and she will have a psychological shadow. She thought she could escape the "bitter" sea without Lingji Sect, but she didn't expect that Junior Brother Yutan would follow in the end.

"Junior Brother Bao, Junior Brother Yang Jing, you should be careful when you are out." When the leader of Yang Wei guessed what she was thinking when he saw Pei Ye's expression, he couldn't help but laugh and handed Pei Ye a bag of spirit stones. "Also, if you see what you want to buy on the road, buy it, don't make yourself suffer."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Wei."

There is no reason to push the money delivered to the door, Pei Ye accepted it with a smile.

Zhenjun Yang Jing urged him angrily.

"It's getting late, let's go."

He hugged his arms with both hands, and this action made his already proud figure even more eye-catching.

Pei Ye: "Here you come, Junior Sister Yangxiao, don't be so anxious, you obviously have plenty of time..."

Yang Jingzhen Lord Bai Peiye glanced at him, and his tone was still very impatient.

"You speak normally."

Yang Hua's voice and face still made him physically uncomfortable and wanted to hit someone.

As soon as the anger came out, he was extinguished by the leader of Yang Wei.

He took out the second bag of spirit stones from his sleeve and gave it to Yang Jingzhenjun, and smiled gently, "There are also junior sister Yang Xiao."

Yang Jing Zhenjun: “…”

Do you really treat him like a girl???

Junior brother Yutan stepped forward and said, "Where is mine?"

The head of Yang Wei touched his sleeves and shook his head: "It's gone."

Yutan: “…”

Asked the disciples of Jianfeng brought twenty people, the disciples of Kouxian Peak brought ten people, and the disciples of Miaoyi Peak brought two.

Including the Lord of the Three Peaks, there were thirty-five people on this trip.

Except for Pei Ye’s two little disciples, “Xingyun” and “Zhuyun”, the other disciples have the lowest cultivation level and are also in the early stage of foundation building, so it is not a problem to fly with swords. Everyone stepped on the flying swords and turned into streams of light, one person and one sword, but Pei Ye’s mechanic fan brought two “female disciples”.

Junior Brother Yutan slowed down his sword and walked with her.

"Senior Brother Bao..."

He was about to say that Pei Ye was not in good health. Long-term flying on the sword was a huge burden on her meridian spiritual power, let alone carrying two more people at once. It would be better to let other female disciples accompany him take Xingyun and Chuanyun to share her pressure.

But before he finished speaking, Pei Ye waved at him.

"Your Junior Brother Yutan, you are here just right. There are three missing one mahjong here. Come up and play with me for two."

Yutan: “…”

Under the clouds, the mountains and rivers are undulating, and the rivers are surging, making the scenery beautiful.

Above the clouds, the sword light shining and the clothes are all immortal.

Only Pei Ye’s voice is not very harmonious.

The sound of washing mahjong is particularly harsh.

As a Nascent Soul monk, Yang Jing Zhenjun has amazing ears, so he naturally missed Pei Ye's regretful muttering.

"It's so troublesome to shuffle. Let's go back and get a mahjong table that can automatically shuffle..."

Yutan: "Can you make it?"

Pei Ye said proudly: "This mechanism is simple to create."

The spirit of the weapon is still old: "The old man still thinks it is not a mahjong he played with his own hands, and he has no soul when playing it."

Yang Jing Zhenjun: “…”

He crushed a guide compass expressionlessly.
Chapter completed!