The red sun hangs high, and the scenery on the road is clearly visible.

The two black horses in front are more than one person tall, and are bright and bright. There is a circle of white hair in the middle of the horse's forehead, which reflects the black and white body of the horse, and looks extraordinary.

The monk immediately wore a purple-red long gown, similar to Yun Yong and others. Both of them looked like they were in their thirties and forties. One was thick and had a black mole on his face; the other was plain and had short beards.

The craft behind is brown all over, much wider than an ordinary carriage, and it is no problem to accommodate twenty or thirty people. There is no animal force in front, and the cart automatically moves forward on the road.

The purple-red marks in front of the car were shining brightly, and two lightning bolts arched a ball of flame, exactly the same as the marks in the Shancheng Branch. Seeing this, people and monks in Ligu County knew that they were the "Fire Thunder Gate" who arrived.

There were four monks behind the carriage, and their clothes were similar to those in front. Six people approached from a carriage, which actually brought a faint sense of oppression to Jing Hua.

The cart stopped far away, Yun Yong quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Yongyong, please pay homage to the seniors of the sect."

Several monks dismounted their horses, and the slight nodded with the short beards, as if they had some friendship with Yun Yong. After saying hello, he walked to the car window, whispered, and then pushed open the side door to signal. Yun Yong did not dare to neglect his clothes, so he tidied up his clothes and cheered up his spirits. He stepped onto the cart in a few steps.

The monks who came here gathered together to chat and rest. Their voices were not loud, and they were far away from the cart, and they seemed to be in awe.

Jing Furen seemed to know the strong man whom he knew. He walked to the other side, laughed and said hello. The man looked plain and nodded slightly.

Jing Furen didn't mind at all, and his smile on his face became even more serious, and he greeted several monks one by one. I don't know what they said, but it became warm in a short while. Jing Furen danced and his expressions were very exaggerated, and the others laughed and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Yao Gu's voice sounded in her ears.

"Xiaohua, be careful on the road. You don't have to be restrained when you arrive at the sect. Take care of yourself. If you don't like the bedding and towels in your residence, hurry up and buy a new one. If the food is not right, there is a big town outside the valley..."

In recent days, the two elders repeatedly reminded each other that Jing Hua had heard of similar contents many times. But at this time, the boy's mood was already different.

Jing Furen was "disrespectful to the old man" in the distance, making jokes, and stuffing his purse into his colleagues without any trace. Yao Gu reached out to help her grandson tidy up her clothes, and she still kept reminding her. The boy was not impatient at all, only a warm heat flowing throughout his body.

"My aunt, you and grandpa should take care of your health..."

Yao Gu raised her right arm and handed a brown cane to her grandson.

"This is a 'dried golden rod'. It is usually not eye-catching when you are handy. If there is any change, you can defend yourself."

The cane is five feet long, and it is cool to start with. It is made of red copper and iron beaten. I don’t know what materials I added, but it looks similar to wood, with fine mysterious text engraved on it.

The cane is obviously a talisman, and you can exert your power by injecting spiritual power. In the past few months, Jing Hua practiced spiritual control every day and was able to use ordinary talismans skillfully.

He took the cane and asked whisperedly: "A Gu, what we said yesterday..."

"Shh! What's the hurry? Your grandfather and I are discussing that you can practice with peace of mind when you get over there. Wait for our news..."

The two were talking, and Yun Yong stepped back from the car and stood aside. Several monks accompanied him and left their place to gather next to the car.

Jing Furen walked over.

"Xiaohua, it's almost time to settle down when the sect is about to settle down, remember to bring someone back the letter and be careful of everything."

"Xiaohua"

Yao Gu's tears burst out from her eyes. Jing Furen's face was calm, but his tense body still betrayed him.

Jing Hua showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Grandpa, Aunt, don't worry, I can take good care of myself and will not disappoint you."

He walked aside and said goodbye to Yun Yong, then slowly got on the chariot. Entering the sect, he had to improve his cultivation. Only by finding the foundation for his life can he and the two elders live a comfortable life.

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The car is spacious and bright, full of fragrance,

Make people feel refreshed.

The chassis is divided into two floors, with a row of benches facing each other on both sides, and a wooden table is placed between the chairs. The benches can be seated or lying, and the chairs on the lower floor are almost full. Most of them are about the same age as Jing Hua, so they should be trial disciples elsewhere.

When the boy came to the upper floor, there were only two disciples present, and there were six empty seats left. The end of the chassis was shorter, and there seemed to be a single room separated.

Jing Hua walked in a walk, sat down on the bench, and greeted the two "companions".

The fat man on the right is fifteen or sixteen years old, with small eyes and big mouth, and a fat and chubby face. He seemed to be happy all day long. He was wearing a royal blue gown and casually draped it over his body, which was not eye-catching. However, Jing Hua was born in a wealthy family and recognized Wufan at a glance.

The outer shirt is delicate and soft, and has a faint luster. It is made of silk sprouts from the "ghost face spider". Silk-woven clothes are not only warm in winter and cool in summer, but also have excellent breathability, but also have excellent protective capabilities. Jing Hua's underwear is the same material as it is, and it is worth about twenty spirit stones.

Opposite the fat man was a thick and black young man, about twenty years old, with square face and big eyes, and very strong. Although his body was silk and satin, most of them were people's clothing, which was far worse than the fat man. The young man seemed not good at speaking. When he saw Jing Hua greeting him, he smiled kindly and did not say anything.

The fat man was quite talkative. Seeing Jing Hua sit down, he asked with a smile: "Is it from Xingshan Castle? I am Su Yan, your surname is Wang or Jing?"

Jing Hua's heart was slightly moved. How did he know? Su Yan?

There are two major cultivation families in the "Huo Lei Gate" of Ligu County, one is the Nangong family in Wulin Valley and the other is the Su family in Tiehe City.

"I am Jinghua, are you from Tiehe City?"

The fat man laughed: "Yes! My uncle said, "The King of the Eagle Mountain Castle and the Jing family are all introduced, why are you the only one?"

Jing Hua avoided the important and told the previous "Mountain City Crime". Both the young man and the fat man were attracted, and the fat man was shocked.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

The strong young man was stunned and didn't know what to say, but just said "ah" and "oh". The three of them were still young, and soon they were chatting and chatting.

The fat man has fire spirit roots and is a relative of the Su family in Tiehe City. The head of the Su family is called Dawang. The strong young man is Shi Dagen, who comes from an ordinary farmer. Three years ago, he was revealed by a disciple of the "Fire Thunder Sect". He has the qualification of golden spirit roots and then led to the sect to start practicing.

Shi Dagen didn't start to speak much. Often, Jing Hua and the others said five or six sentences before he continued, mostly asking questions about common sense among monks.

Su Yan opened the package, took out the delicious pastry he brought, and placed it on the table to entertain his "members". Jing and Shi were very polite at first, but later they got into a speculative conversation, so they slowly let go.

Over time, everyone's true colors were revealed.

Jing Hua was better, but he just kept eating. Su Yan simply untied his shirt and exposed his belly, and collapsed directly on the bench. Shi Dagen seemed dull, but in fact he was a chatterbox. He went away with a restrained attitude and kept talking.

The three of them ate and chatted, talking about their cultivation experiences and past anecdotes. Time passed quickly without realizing it.
Chapter completed!