Immortality Cultivation Era

Looking at the tired expression on Gao Ge's face, Meng Jing walked behind him and massaged his shoulder.

"Or do you go back to rest first?"

"I'm fine." Gao Ge took Meng Jing's hand and glanced back. Father Meng's chess piece slammed onto the chessboard with a bang, "General!"

Gao Ming was taken aback, stared at the chessboard for a long time, and scolded with his feet: "You will be an army of farts! Do you think your car can jump and hit, or do you think your pawn can fly?"

Father Meng snorted coldly, withdrawn his eyes, held out his hand to pick up the tea cup in front of him, and blown off a layer of tea leaves floating on it. The tea showed a deep black color because of the ingestion of medicinal materials, somewhat like Pu'er, and also There will be a unique sweet and bitter taste.

Gao Ge understood the meaning of Father Meng. This is where his father's army is clearly being his army, so he immediately sits in danger and looks pure.

"Gao Ge." Father Meng suddenly said, and the pawn fell in his hand.

"Ah? Uncle Meng, why?"

"When are you going to get married?" Meng father Shen Sheng asked.

Gao Ge giggled.

If it was before, Gao Ge would say, any time.

But now, because of Xia Lu's existence, Gao Ge will really not know how to face this topic for a while.

"Why, are you not planning to marry Xiaojing?" The chess pieces picked up by Father Meng did not fall this time, but turned around to examine Gao Ge. The unhappiness in his eyes was easily noticed, and Gao Ge even felt Reaching the momentum of the other party, at this moment no one would dare to believe that Father Meng was not an immortal.

"Dad, how old are we that we are going to get married?" Meng Jing looked at Gao Ge with a bit of grudge in his eyes, but said still.

"I didn't ask you." Father Meng frowned. "Let him answer me."

Meng Jing stunned slightly, and didn't seem to think that his dad's attitude was so tough. For a while, he didn't know what to say, so he cast a sympathetic look on Gao Ge, and shrugged his shoulders to show that he couldn't help.

Gao Ge coughed, reached out and picked up a cigarette on the table. It seemed to be in this way to relieve the tension in his heart, or maybe he wanted to delay for a little time to give his brain a normal function. Opportunity to run.

He didn't want to ask Gao Ming for help, but Gao Ming was frowning at this time looking at his chessboard.It seemed that I was in a stalemate and wanted to find a way to break the game, but Gao Ge just glanced at it, and I found that the position on the chessboard was definitely that my dad occupied the advantage of the sky. Answer this question yourself.

At this time, Wen Yihuan hurried over.

"Boss, it's not good, something happened!"

Gao Gehua stood up.

No matter what happened, it is a good thing for Gao Ge.

"Okay, take me over and see."

Yue Xincheng was stunned, feeling that his boss's attitude was a bit wrong.

Doesn't it ask anything?

However, looking at the tense emotions on Gao Ge's face, Yue Xincheng seemed to understand, smiling slightly but not talking.

"That, Dad, Uncle Meng, you are going to play chess first, what are you waiting for me to come back!"

After finishing this sentence, Gao Ge accelerated the speed of leaving, and the escape seemed to leave.

"I'll go and see." Meng Jing also quickly stood up and said.

Although she feels that Gao Ge doesn't need herself, going with Gao Ge is better than staying here and watching two middle-aged men playing chess, not to mention two smelly chess baskets.

"Hum, stinky boy, escape from battle." Father Meng snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Gao Ge's attitude.

"Cough, I said Lao Meng, children, we still have to worry less." Gao Ming comforted.

Neng Meng's father gasped his beard and glared, struck the table angrily, and the pieces on the board jumped up.

"You are less and muddy, if our two change it, it's you who's worried now."

"Cough, Lao Meng, if you say that, you're wrong. If I say you, I won't worry too much about this matter. My grandchildren have their own grandchildren!"

"..." Father Meng looked at Gao Ming with a complicated look.

Being stared at by Meng father, Gao Ming felt uncomfortable and coughed: "What do you think I do?"

"Lao Gao."

"what?"

"You have fully answered to me, what is standing and talking without backache."

Gao Ming put the chess pieces back again, with a smile on his face.

...

Out of the villa.

"What the hell happened?" Gao Ge asked.

Yue Xincheng smiled bitterly: "In fact, it's not a big deal, just... Xia Mu's side."

"It's him again?" Gao Ge frowned.

"Xia Mu?" Meng Jing, who followed them, was a little surprised to hear this, "Isn't that Xia Lu's father?"

"It's him."

"He is also in the Star Sect now?"

"Yes, but it didn't take a few days." Gao Ge said.

Meng Jing nodded.

Gao Ge looked back at Yue Xincheng again and asked, "What did he do again?"

"Actually, I can't say what Xia Mu did. It's from Xia Mu's family. It seems to be Xia Mu's nephew. He had to make trouble before going to our Xingchenzong's treasure trove, but was stopped by the disciple who was at the door , The kid shot his wounds, but his patience was not enough to watch at Xingchenzong, but he was beaten himself."

Speaking of which, Yue Xincheng couldn't help but laughed out loud, which was too dramatic.

"Since this is the case, isn't the result good?" Gao Ge asked doubtfully. "What else do I need to say?"

Yue Xincheng smiled bitterly: "It seems to us that the kid deserves the sin, but Xia Mu apparently doesn't think so. He is still sitting at the door of the Tibetan Treasure Pavilion. Look."

Gao Ge sighed.

"Let's go and have a look. After all, it's Xia Lu's father." Meng Jing said quickly.

"Well, I know." Gao Ge's face was unreasonable.

If he knew Xia Mu could be so tossed, maybe he would not let Xia Mu come to Xingchenzong.

Behind Yue Xincheng, the two walked hurriedly. As for Meng Jing, they did not follow, probably because the other party was the father of Xia Lu. She did not want to face it now, otherwise she always felt a little strange.

And at this time.

At the door of the Zangbao Pavilion, there was a large group of people standing in the dark.

Wen Yihuan first came, frowned, waved his hands to disperse the disciples of Xingchenzong, and walked towards Xia Mu.

"Master Xia, what are you doing?" Wen Yihuan said with a smile.

If the other party is not Xia Lu's father, maybe he came up and slapped.