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Is it fate?

When I heard these two words, I couldn't swallow the slot in Song Shuhang's throat - I was just passing by and was forcibly absorbed into your palace by innocent passers-by A! Do you have half a hair?

It's like standing on your doorstep, when you meet a pretty girl/handsome guy passing by, a stick knocks her/him out on the ground and drags her/him back home.

By the way, two doors have to be prepared, one for departure and one for entry into the bedroom.

If she/he accidentally walks into the bedroom door... ah, girl/handsome, we have a lot of luck! Why don't we do it?

What the hell!

However, Song Shuhang's spit trough had not yet said it, and Kim Boy Yu Girl read his heart as if she had mind reading skills.

“It was not by chance that Daoist arrived at the door of our Bishui Pavilion... Daoist was sent to us.” The golden boy made a sound.

Jade woman covered her mouth and smiled softly: “We were just trying to prevent you from crashing into the outer door of Bishui Pavilion. There are copper nails on the door, it will hurt to crash into it. That's why we brought you into Bishui Pavilion. ”

"So your choice," replied the golden boy, "represents the fate of our pavilion. ”

Mind reading?

Song Shuhang immediately controlled his expression and did not think nonsense.

Besides... who would have sent him here if he hadn't flown randomly to Bishui Pavilion's location?

Is it the Seven Sisters?

He was stuffed by the Seven Reverends into the cannon tube of the Immortal Boat and fired... was the Seven Reverends intentionally sending him to the 'Bishui Pavilion’ position?

“Looks like Daoist figured out who sent you.” The golden boy smiled.

Song Shuhang smiled softly.

This is the other side of the word. Until you really have a relationship with each other, you can't trust one word in its entirety, at most half.

Yu Daughter continued: “So... are you going to join us as a disciple of Bishui Pavilion? ”

“We at Bishui Pavilion have not recruited new disciples for centuries.” Golden Boy's Road.

Become a disciple of Bishui Pavilion?

“Am I fit?” Song Shuhang drilled out of his heavy suit and laughed: “I've missed the best age for a monk to practice, and I haven't left that ‘innate' in my body. And my qualifications can only be considered ordinary. ”

The promotion of the second grade so quickly depends on the care of the seniors in the group and the luck of the white dignitaries.

“None of this is what we care about when we accept disciples.” The golden boy kept smiling.

"" Qualifications and age are nothing to us, Bishui Pavilion. As long as you're willing to stay in Bishui Pavilion, we have enough resources to provide for your practice. ”

Stay in Bishui Pavilion... and yes, disciples who really get started at big door parties. The disciples will not be allowed to leave the Sect easily until they have reached a certain level of self-preservation.

Of course, that's not the case with the outside disciples. External disciples can only be considered preparatory disciples.

“Thank you both for your kindness.” Song Shuhang shook his head gently and decided whether to become a disciple of the Zongmen or a bulwark. This issue was decided shortly after entering the group of Jiuzhou No. 1.

He doesn't want to be bound by the Gateway for the time being, and scattering is his best option right now - and Song Shuhang's dependence on the Gateway is not strong.

With the ‘Jiuzhou No. 1 group’ in, Song Shuhang can get no worse than the disciples of the large zongmen as long as he works hard enough and hard enough.

“Don't hesitate to refuse, Daoist. Why don't you at least come in and see us?” The golden boy laughed.

Later, he and Jade Woman stood on both sides of the attic and made an 'come in' motion.

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One step to heaven, this is what Song Shuhang saw in the real Bishui Pavilion evaluation.

After crossing the attic, Song Shuhang saw a real fairy world.

Floral bird tongues, jade stone paved roads, precious medicines everywhere, and springs of water in the river exude intense spiritual power.

Even the entire Bishuikou air is full of spiritual power.

Spirituality is too much, staying in Bishui Pavilion, even if not practicing intentionally, just breathing, is comparable to practicing hard outside.

The Golden Toddler Jade Girl led Song Shuhang to the loft of the tall tower at the deepest part of Bishui Pavilion, where the master of Bishui Pavilion, 'Chu Fairy’, lived.

Along the way, the disciples of Bishui Pavilion, both men and women, greeted the Golden Boy Jade Girl with enthusiasm. This atmosphere is like ‘family’, friendly and harmonious.

There is absolutely no personal contradiction between people here. This rapprochement and kindness comes from the heart of every disciple of Bishui Pavilion.

Here, it's a true picture of the legendary fairy world, paradise, the world of euphoria, etc.

However, in Song Shuhang's heart, a strange feeling emerged.

Obviously, every disciple of Bishui Pavilion can feel sincere kindness and kindness, but... he has a faint ‘unreal’ feeling.

It is not the kindness and kindness of the disciple of Bishui Pavilion that is problematic - in secrecy, he feels the existence of the entire Bishui Pavilion, which seems to have some unspeakable abnormalities.

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“In front is the 'Cloud Palace' where the pavilion lord is located, where the pavilion lord is waiting for Taoist friends.” The Golden Boy Jade Girl led Song Shuhang to the bottom of the tall tower and stopped.

And then Chu Chu woke up in the warehouse.

Song Shuhang opened the space warehouse and took over Li Yinzhu from Chuchu.

Song Shuhang asked, "May I bring them in with me to see the senior master? ”

“Sure, the pavilion master is waiting for Taoist friends, including the two fairies.” The Golden Boy Jade Girl smiled.

The golden boy then opened the gates to the high tower loft.

Song Shuhang hugged Li Yingzhu and entered with Chu Chu.

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Go up the stairs in a circle and eventually push open the top door.

The three entered a foggy room.

Rooms are small and the first thing that comes to mind is a wooden lounger.

There is also a metal furnace, which is emitting dandruff. It's these things, like the air, that turn into fog and cover the whole room.

At the moment Song Shuhang pushed the door, on the wooden lounger, a figure sat up slowly.

It was a woman with dark hair, long hair that had not been cut for some time, covered in loungers, and scattered. Women's skin is almost clear with pale, half-assed eyes and a lack of sleep. There's a sense of decadence all over you.

But this sense of decadence, combined with women themselves, has a particularly lazy aesthetic.

She sat up and looked at Song Shuhang.

“It's you.” The woman beat the crap out of me: “What, are you gonna come and laugh at me too? Song Wood. ”

“Senior, do we know each other?” Song Shuhang asked.

The woman opened her half-assed eyes and looked closely at Song Shuhang: “Oh... I can't believe I recognized the wrong person. ”