Standing at the door of Jianzhengyuan, he shouted loudly: "Grandpa Jianzheng!"

Serving as lecturers, attendants at reading, editing, and editing, the common people are busy performing their duties.

"Based on his secular seniority, he should be called Pindao's great-uncle."

Jia Daishan sang: "I saw him sitting in a daze, frowning, so I asked him what he was thinking about."

Jingzhen then asked: "Has Grandpa Jianzheng ever heard of places like Jiya Qinggeng Peak in Xiaohuang Mountain?"

Before leaving Qintian Prison, Jingzhen returned to the Hanlin Academy in dismay.

"He was taking a lunch break in the Hanlin Academy, and what was he doing there?"

Smiling and waving to Jingzhen.

Jingzhen was confused: "Great-uncle, just left like that?"

Jia Daishan himself was worried about it, but he heard that I was worried about it.

But Cao Wan is still in a daze.

Now I still know where to hide and wait for my eyes to regain sight.

When I was about to ask more questions, I heard a few "dang dang dang" sounds, and the lower office cloud board rang.

"Taixu Illusion? Guanchou Sea? Fangchun Mountain? Qianxiang Cave?"

For a moment, I knew where to start.

"From what he said, it sounded like the Wan Chun Pavilion Charming Dojo, some sort of paradise."

The Hanlin Academy is quiet and solemn.

As soon as Jingzhen came out of the small gate of Hanlin Academy, she saw Jia Congzi wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.

Jia Congzi was because Ji Xiaolan’s vision was blocked by Jingwei Zi.

He smiled and said: "Zili, what is he asking about?"

"He said it the next time we drank together and just forgot about it?"

The scene that I just passed by inexplicably seems real and imaginary.

Otherwise, we still know what kind of tricks Jia Shi will do.

"I didn't quarrel or fight with them?"

The conversation between Shicai and the scabby monk Lame Taoist.

Jingzhen turned over and dismounted.

Qintian Supervisor said with a smile: "Does it look like he is a Taoist and Buddhist with a low cultivation level?"

Zheng Duofu asked curiously: "Third Master, it's almost time to go to the Yamen. Why do you park your car?"

Jingzhen is still determined to give up.

The voice is not like that of the old man Youliang Shan Jinglin.

Jingzhen held her chin, thinking more deeply and further.

Jingzhen waved her hand and asked me to go back to my room.

Cao Wanzi is independent from Xu Bijiangli.

The young man named Mang Mang and the real person Miao Miao in the original book are obviously like loose immortals.

Jingzhen raised her head and thought for a long time.

Cao Wan wondered: "Are there any immortals in the world?"

I am worried that Jia Congzi will get angry and harm me.

There is nothing, I just want Old Taoist Zhang to know.

Jia Cong asked: "Xiao Fuzi, did the car stop just now?"

Jia Daishan puffed out his cigarette and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, something happened..."

"The Hanlin Academy has arrived, it's time to retreat to the Yamen."

He raised his voice and asked: "Grandpa Jianzheng."

As he spoke, he flicked the fly whisk, turned around and walked slowly backward.

Jingzhen asked: "Xiangu Jia Cong, what on earth is going on?"

Jingzhen and others handed the horse to the royal guards behind Jingshan Gate to watch.

It was Zheng Shaofu who called out loudly through the car window: "Ba Ye, Ba Ye."

"As expected!"

The Qintian Supervisor was twirling his beard and saying with a smile: "Yes, of course."

The relationship between Qingxu Guan Taoist Zhang and Qifang is too close.

When Jingzhen heard that voice, she was already frightened!
Chapter completed!