It’s too hard to be prepared.

The days cannot be peaceful.

A little carelessness can lead to a crisis that cannot be dealt with.

Just like Xiao Sansheng was besieged by five demons.

In the Tianyin Sect, you will still make enemies, and there will still be certain dangers.

But these dangers usually come from the powerful souls and the powerful soul refiners.

How much can I handle one or two?

The two lives can never be the same.

What is good and what is bad varies from person to person.

At least I like to face the powerful souls and gods.

"Planning to stay in Tianyin Sect all your life?" Hong Yuye asked.

Jiang Hao nodded slightly:

"There is nothing wrong with planting flowers for our seniors."

"What if the Tianxiang Daohua matures?" Hong Yuye asked again.

"There are also peach trees." Jiang Hao spoke again.

In this way, Hong Yuye didn't speak again.

Because the peach tree is different from the Tianxiang Daohua.

The Tianxiangdao flower only blooms once.

The flat peach trees come and go in spring and autumn, blooming every year.

Never ending.

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In front of Biyun Pavilion, there is a small boat.

A man above is sitting firmly at the table, drinking tea comfortably.

He is waiting for someone.

And full of confidence.

Zhu Shen and Tang Ya went back, leaving his preparations to them.

It won't come out anytime soon.

But I can occasionally go to Tianxialou to find Mr. Tao, so I am not alone.

Besides, isn’t my brother here?

When Jiang Hao entered the island, he had already noticed it.

Now I just wait for my brother to come over.

In short, you must first be weak and discouraged to impress your brother.

As he drank the tea, Chilong's breath began to become messy, his face gradually turned pale, and his lips lost color.

After a while, two figures approached the shore.

"Boatman, pull." Chilong sent a message to the old man behind the boat.

At this time, the old man sat down, took out his erhu, and started playing.

The desolate music is like the gentle ripples of the ocean waves.

Jiang Hao came through the air and frowned when he landed on the deck.

The desolate sound of the erhu, the dejected red dragon with lowered brows, disordered breath, and pale face.

It seems that he suffered a major blow.

And the strength is far less than before.

The energy and blood are not as powerful as before.

What's going on here?

He came to the table and sat down, and curiously said: "Senior"

"Don't call me senior." Chilong picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, and said with some frustration: "Call me good brother."

Jiang Hao frowned slightly.

With the opponent's strength, will he really be hurt? Will he be hit?

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Hao asked, "Brother Xian is injured?"

Chilong turned his head and said in a low voice: "It's okay not to mention it."

Hong Yuye also sat down slowly, picked up the teapot, took a look at it, and put it down again.

Then let Jiang Hao change the tea.

Jiang Hao looked at the red dragon while changing tea.

The other party did seem to have been greatly shocked.

And there were injuries on his body.

"It seems that the wound needs healing." Jiang Hao took out a storage bag and said, "Brother, I have some elixirs here, please try it."

Chilong glanced at the simple storage magic weapon and said in a low voice: "Thank you for your kindness, brother, but this injury cannot be cured by ordinary pills."

Suddenly the erhu sound reached a climax, and the tragic meaning was moving.

"Take a look." Jiang Hao reminded.

With that said, he pushed the storage magic weapon in front of the other party.

Then make some tea in peace.

I just smelled it, and one piece of spiritual stone can buy a pound of this tea.

It is rare for Chilong to spend spiritual stones to buy tea.

Nothing much to ask for.

After that, I made spring brew in September and poured a cup for Hongyuye.

Chilong probably isn't used to drinking such good tea, so forget it.

"There is a mark." Chilong's voice came.

He hesitated again and again, thinking that he should give his eldest brother some face and use his own knowledge to refute the usefulness of the elixir. It shouldn't be difficult.

Let the elder brother be convinced.

Jiang Hao then remembered that there was a mark on it, then he grabbed the storage magic weapon and opened the mark: "Look again."

"Actually, brother doesn't understand my injury. Ordinary elixirs cannot cure it at all, and they don't even have any effect, especially this elixir." Before the words could be finished, Chilong's voice stopped abruptly.

Seeing this, Jiang Hao took back the stored magic weapon: "What's wrong with this elixir?"

Chilong woke up from his shock and said solemnly: "Hearing it makes you energetic, eating it will definitely make you soar in one day."

"Can it be cured?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Yes, it's because my brother's eyesight is stupid and lard has blinded his heart." Chilong said seriously.

Jiang Hao looked at the man in front of him, he was indeed an incredible strong man, but these words really didn't seem to be spoken by a strong man.

There is no basic temperament of a strong person.

I wonder if Gu will feel that his status in the world of cultivation is being lowered if he goes out with Chilong today.

"Is this pill enough for the injured virtuous brother to clear up his doubts for me?" Jiang Hao said.

Hearing this, Chilong looked coldly and said, "Brother, do you look down on me? Not to mention having this elixir, even if I don't have this elixir, I will have to answer my brother's questions even if I die."

Jiang Hao looked at Chilong, not surprised, but continued to speak:

"What kind of dragon keeps dreaming? Or has foreboding dreams."

Chilong shook his head and said seriously: "No, although there is a dream dragon among the real dragons, it does not have the ability to predict.

"You can only infer based on your own ability. Even if you have the ability to predict, it is not a dream.

"But it's not impossible for dragons to occasionally dream about things about themselves.

"I can only say that this cannot be explained accurately."

Jiang Hao lowered his eyebrows, it seemed that he couldn't know Xiao Li's condition from the dream.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Hao took out a box, the size of a palm.

Pushed it over: "Look at this."
To be continued...