The two of them were in the lantern-selling stall, watching the green woman searching from left to right, and then watching the woman in white robe searching from right to left, just like two children who were hiding and seeking, playing with their heartbeat.

Through the gap of the lantern, the beautiful girl looked around and whispered to Chu Ci: "My name is Zixuan, where are you, a child of the Han people."

Zixuan? Chu Ci chewed these two words in his heart, smiled in his eyes, and said softly: "Murong Ziying, your story just now was told quite well." It also gave me great inspiration. Chu Ci swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Really? I thought you didn't like it." Zixuan's face showed a shallow dimples, looking very happy.

"How could it be? It's just that the vendors also have to live. I buy the mask and give it to others. You can also tell stories happily. Isn't that great?" Chu Ci hesitated for one third of a second and decided to continue wearing a mask. He was not Gu Liufang. If he continues like this, the world will be completely butterfly by himself.

"Well, what you said makes sense. Like the sage and my aunt, you know a lot, and you don't look like an ordinary little boy at all." Zixuan's innocent and straightforward appearance would not make others feel bored.

"I've walked away and watched too much, so I'll understand a lot." Chu Ci's jaw was slightly slight, and the chin covered by the golden doubletails mask seemed extremely mysterious in the shadow.

"How far can you go as a child?" Zixuan burst into laughter, not believing Chu Ci's words.

Chu Ci was not angry, and he calculated silently in his heart, and said leisurely: "From Chang'an to Manzhou, it is about 1,800 miles."

Zixuan choked, Chu Ci was serious and she was speechless.

Looking at Chu Ci's clothes again, I really didn't want the clothes of the Han people in Manzhou.

"Zi Xuan, why are you hiding here?" The woman in white robe used a spell to position Zi Xuan's position, and angrily lifted the lantern that was pressing on the heads of the two of them, muttering: "Do you really think I can't find you?"

"What is this?" The woman in white robe looked at Chu Ci, feeling a little hesitant.

"His name is Murong Ziying, we just met."

"Murong Ziying?" The woman in white robe was wondering if she had heard of this name somewhere. As a result, someone else came.

"Xiao Ziying, you are here!" The Green Woman came from the other end, followed by Li Jiangliu with a very strange expression.

"A Qing, Brother Li." Chu Ci nodded to the two of them. Just as he was about to introduce him, Zi Xuan took the lead in speaking.

"Isn't this brother Ahan's son? I heard that you are missing, we are very worried about you." Zixuan ran to Li Jiangliu, grabbed his hand and shook it up and down vigorously, "You are finally back. The priests in the clan stopped for a long time and were waiting for you to come back to preside over the meeting."

"?Yi Xuan, why are you here?" Li Jiangliu smiled and touched Zi Xuan's head, like a gentle brother.

"This" style became too fast, and Chu Ci couldn't react a little, "Ahan's??Yi Xuan? Is this Brother Li, Zi Xuan's Miao name?"

"Of course not." Zixuan took the speech, and before Li Jiangliu could stop him, Zixuan broke the news: "Ahanji,?田, are both pronunciations of Han people. In our Miao people, Ahanji is Arhat grass, which represents tenacity and tenacity in life. "Zixuan, which is also called Forgetful Grass, which represents worry-freeness."

"Arhat grass, isn't that the dog-tail grass?" Chu Ci was stunned for a moment, and his handsome face under the mask was a little awkward. He finally understood why Li Jiangliu never mentioned his Miao name anymore. It turned out that this is what he meant.

The Green Woman was not as strong as Chu Ci's endurance, and she reacted a few seconds later. She started to laugh secretly, but Chu Ci was so infected that he couldn't hold it in, so she laughed out loud.

Li Jiang was covered in black lines. But looking at Zi Xuan's innocent appearance, he could not say anything to scold him.

"Ahanzhan, you will not go out again when you come back this time. You are not in charge of the tribe, and many affairs are messy." The woman in the white robe was also surprised to see Li Jiangliu. She gave a few words of admonition.

"Abide by the teachings of the Holy Aunt." Li Jiangliu could act like a brother in front of Zi Xuan, but he should still maintain a certain respect in front of the Holy Aunt who holds real power.

One is the Saint Gu, the other is the descendant of Nuwa, and the other is the Miao high priest. When Chu Ci remembered the identities represented by the three of them, he realized that the world is really small, so small that everyone around him is related to each other.

When the Holy Gu saw Li Jiangliu, her face looked very bad and said with a hum: "The king recently held a Taoist discussion meeting and invited the Taoist priest of Chang'an Xuan Taoist Temple, Ahan, I think you know what I mean."

"Ahanguan understands that those Taoists in the Central Plains will definitely let the power of the Witch Saint Sect know the power of the "Li Jiangliu" with a serious expression on his face.

Chu Ci twitched, "Okay, the style of painting has changed again. Are you planning to start the regime struggle mode?

Tao can be told, it is extraordinary, it follows the trend and does nothing, and embraces all things, so the Tao is not arguing.

But in the eyes of Miaojiang religious elements headed by Sheng Gu, the Taoist priests invited by the king were obviously here to smash the situation. No wonder the Saint Aunt disliked Gu Liufang in the original plot.

Wait, Chu Ci raised his head and looked around, where is Gu Liufang's children's shoes? Why doesn't he have any sense of existence?

Well, there is indeed no sense of existence. It seems that Chu Ci has successfully broken up another marriage, which is gratifying and gratifying.

But congratulations to you, Gu Liufang, where are you?

Without Gu Liufang, the plot of the Immortal Sword 3 is no show, so don’t think about the love story. Qing'er and Ling'er butterfly fall, the Fairy Sword is finished, and Ling'er will definitely not be born without Li Yiru. In the Fairy Sword 2, Xiaoman, who doesn’t know who his father is, is gone, and the Fairy Sword 5 is finished!

Damn, dominoes, have a far-reaching impact. Maybe it will be another world with a subversive degree of more than 50%.

Chu Ci looked around and looked around so hard that everyone noticed it. The Qingwoman asked in a low voice: "Xiao Ziying, what are you looking for?"

"No." Chu Ci realized that the sea of ​​people was completely impossible to find, so he immediately stopped searching for it and asked Li Jiangliu: "Brother Li, I wonder if I can go with you to discuss the Tao and will have a better understanding."

I wanted to find Gu Liufang and go to discuss Taoism. Chu Ci knew Xuandao Temple. After all, Murong Mansion was in Chang'an, and my father had paid many tributes in the past. Their temple master even treated him with medical treatment. However, after the sect legitimate teaching him Qionghua Dharma, Murong Mansion began to alienate Xuandao Temple.

"Of course." Li Jiangliu didn't care. He just thought that Chu Ci wanted to know his fellow Taoists. He was still wondering whether it would be better to suppress Xuan Dao Temple a little and give Chu Ci some face.

Li Jiangliu came, and there was no need to stay in the original inn. Chu Ci and Qingniao Heroes left with Li Jiangliu, and the Saint Gu and Zi Xuan followed. The two adults gathered together to discuss the darkness of the political hall that was shameful.

Chu Ci and the two girls followed behind to chat. The golden double-tailed snake mask was simply taken off, revealing a handsome and elegant face that really made Zi Xuan's eyes lit up.

pity

Still too small!

Chu Ci is deeply resentful. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!