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Song Shuhang didn't let himself fly or think nonsense because of the very serious atmosphere.

Not to mention the idea of using the 'Eye of the Saint' for the appraisal of the four robbers.

He's serious about the sacrifice of robbing the Golden Body.

Sometimes the trees don't want to move, but the wind swings with branches.

During the celebration, the branch buds on Song Shuhang's wooden body kept appearing and swaying with the wind. The pods are open... and the atmosphere is seriously discounted.

Floral, scattered in the Golden Lotus World.

These pollens also appear to have the ability to 'hallucinate'.

This hallucinogenic effect is not harmful to the human body, and the effect is very low, and no one cares much.

However, many Confucian disciples appeared to be hallucinating as the floral fragrance grew stronger.

The disciples saw the burial place of the Confucian immortal, and there was an upright gathering.

Subsequently, four elegant men emerged, corresponding to the four Confucians who had been buried to rob the fairies.

Four elegant men, either with a scroll in their hand, or with an ancient violin in their arms, or with a long sword or flute.

Together, they play piano, bard, sword dance, whistle, preach.

Between them, there are nine blurry images.

“Is it an illusion?” Zhenjun Hengfire rubbed his eyes.

He is now infinitely near the realm of the ‘Venerable', and even as administrator of 'Golden Lotus World’, he is not immune to this illusion?

If it's an illusion, why is it so real?

Moreover, the contents of the four fairy robbers' discourse seem to be clearly debatable.

Confucian disciples, their eyes are lost, but listening to the fairy talk, there is a lot of doubt in their hearts, Masetton opened. There is a lot of obscure and incomprehensible knowledge of kung fu theory, somehow it all comes to an end.

All the disciples attending the funeral this time, all entered a paradoxical state. They lost their eyes, but their hearts were bright as mirrors. The brain runs at high speeds, understanding Confucian kung fu, understanding of the mind, and improving rapidly.

This situation lasted almost half an hour.

Suddenly, another gust of wind broke out in the Golden Lotus world.

All the pollen, it was blown away.

The pollen dispersed, and the illusion of four elegant men rising from the land of burial disappeared.

Godspeed beauty gently retracted the eye of the saint and quietly dived back into Song Shuhang's body.

At the same time, Song Shuhang heard his body between moments and a low sobbing sound.

Is it a fairy?

Besides, it's the magic fairy with the jumping personality.

She cried so sadly...

Song Shuhang looked forward to the restoration of calm to the burial place of the four immortals.

Was that a hallucination?

Or some of the information that remains on the Confucian Thirteen Thirteen Immortals, inspired and shaped the projection?

Funeral's over.

The Confucian scene somehow burst into tears and a sad atmosphere surrounded the scene.

Onions are infected with emotions, and they cry the same way.

Song Shuhang was not well adapted to this situation. He quietly withdrew from Jinlian World with Senior Bai, Su Shi A XVI and Senior Turtle.

This atmosphere of sadness, somehow, makes him feel.

Seems… at some point, somewhere, he lost his important predecessor, like a Confucian, his heart ached and he cried into tears.

There was no such thing, and all the important people around him were alive and well.

But that feeling, coming from the depths of his heart, could not rest.

Su Shi A XVI saw him depressed and flew to him. He reached out and gently touched Song Shuhang's head.

Song Shuhang enjoyed squeezing his eyes.

“Senior White, Ah XVI, Sister White Dragon.” Song Shuhang spoke out.

Senior Bai turned her head in confusion: "Hmm? ”

“When are we going to do some research on the Big Robber?” Song Shuhang firmly said: “We will thoroughly study the Tianqiao boss, and then strive for the seniors in the 'Jiuzhou Group I', everyone can survive every ferry. ”

“Sure.” Senior Bai replied: "The last time I collected the 'Day Robbery Nuclear Bomb’ there must still be a lot of stock. Next time, we'll find a place where we can detonate the Skyjack bombs and study them. After this customs clearance, I discovered that the robbery also became very interesting. Not as old-fashioned and unchanged as before. ”

Su Shi AXVI nodded with a smile.

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The night grew darker.

Song Shuhang, Su Shi A XVI, and Tortoise seniors floated in Confucian void.

“Let's go.” Song Shu Hangdao.

He didn't come and said goodbye to Senior Hang Ho. In the atmosphere, he didn't have a good time saying goodbye either.

Wait till dawn to call Senior Hang Hwa.

Now, leave the Confucian house, then find a good place to contact the 'Green Fairy' of the beast cultivation world.

“Book sailing, the Confucian family's reward is forfeited.” The onion lady wept, suddenly saying - this is about her future wages.

Book sailing this poor bastard with no pennies. She's working, and she's panicking.

If the boss Song Shuhang doesn't have the money to pay her wages, she can't sell the core world specialties to pay her wages, can she?

“Next time.” Song Shuhangwen smiled. “I have an affair with the Confucian family. I'll see you next time. Moreover, it is not now appropriate to ask for compensation from Confucianism. ”

Once the Spirit Stone is received, it will have to meet the repair costs of Shadow Lord's predecessors.

But Spiritual Stone, if not received... the Confucian family will always owe him a spiritual stone. There's money in his book! Theoretically, he's not penniless. That way, he'll have more guts.

Say it, Song Shuhang's handsome handshake, wooden body has a flower under it, yielding a small fruit, fragrant nose.

Senior White sniffed his little nose... Then Senior White glanced sharply like a hunting leopard and landed on Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang subconsciously wanted to escape the Imperial Knife.

“Book Sailing Little Friend ~ Book Sailing Little Friend ~ etc.” At this time, the cry of the Constant Fire Shinjun came from afar.

Behind Zhenjun Hengfire, there was a row of Confucian disciples, carrying a large box, rushing fast.

This is the Confucian family. Song Shuhang will be rewarded.

Each large box smells like spirit stone.

Although vulgar, vulgar is elegant.

Hengfire Zhenjun carefully prepared a gift for Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang's subconscious mind wanted to run faster - the Confucian family is paying back the money, his book of spiritual stones is almost gone.

But running at this time is too emotional.

Song Shuhang turned around and greeted Zhenjun Hengqiao: “Senior Hengqiao, in fact, there is no need for such a hurry, I am now not short..."

Speaking of which, he's jammed.

The phrase 'I am not short of spiritual stones’, even if it was only used to pass the scene, he could not say.

Insufficient bottom gas.

“It's just a bunch of clichés, so don't be petty about it.” Zhenjundao of the constant fire.

He clapped his hands, boxes after boxes of spirit stones, and sent them to Song Shuhang.

Meanwhile, Zhenjun Hengqiao took out his cell phone and turned to Song Shuhang Channel: "Come, Shuhang. Take it. I'll send you a file. The file is quite large, there are two Gs, it's a" knife control method ", I know you lack this. ”

Song Shuhang learned the technique of flying the Imperial Knife and the method of long-range knife attack from AXVI, but he did not learn the accompanying knife mastery.

Gentlemen of the constant fire, with good heart.