Zhuge didn’t nod his head, but didn’t say much. He and his father always had some estrangement. Even after so many years, it was awkward to meet again.
"The second young master is back, and the family is finally saved."
The eldest lady looked a little pale, and said in a strange way, "We are dealing with a sect of cultivating immortals. Can he save the whole family by himself?"
"Shut up, is there anything you can talk about here?" Zhuge Songtao gave her a hard stare. The big lady immediately retreated to one side, but her eyes were still shining with a hint of darkness.
The crowd dispersed, and several children of Zhuge’s family helped Zhuge Ming out. Zhuge Ming’s face was as bright as gray, his eyes were dim, and when Zhuge was not bright, there was a weak smile on his mouth: "You … came back."
"Are you hurt?" Zhuge doesn’t frown.
Zhuge Ming nodded with a helpless face: "I was injured by a master of Xianhuang Pavilion. It was my incompetence. As the eldest son, I failed to protect my family."
"Come with me." Zhuge grabbed Zhuge Ming before he lit up, his body flashed and he disappeared in the same place.
"Where did they … go? Where did he take tomorrow?" The big lady is scared.
"Don’t worry, I think the master should take him to heal." Phyl grinned, toying with her fingers and standing with the gray-haired monkey.
The grey-haired monkey was carrying an iron bar, holding a arbor and looking around, as if full of curiosity.
"This girl, you are the cultivation of Yuan Baby." In the middle of the month, I saw that Phyl was extraordinary, and my voice was surprised.
Phyl nodded: "Yes, my name is Phyl, and I’m an apprentice just received by the master."
"what! Little brother is your master! " Li Kewei was surprised and tut tut: "It’s really great to accept an infant practitioner as an apprentice, little brother …"
"Girl, you want to see Yu Pei … but Kowloon Huanyu?" In the middle of the month, his eyes shone brightly, and he stared unblinkingly at a piece of Yu Pei around Phyl’s waist.
"This is what my master left me." Phyl said.
"Dare to ask your teacher’s name?"
"Hmm …" Phyl thought for a moment and said, "My former teacher was Bai Lian, but now my teacher … is the one just now."
"what! White lotus is scattered! " In the middle of the month, with a look of panic, he immediately bowed deeply to Phyl and said, "I’ve seen my predecessors!"
"ah! What and what? " Phyl was startled.
Not only he, but everyone else is shocked. Why did the head of the open Yaohai Sect give such a big gift to a girl, even if the other person was a baby practitioner?
Zhong Tian said: "The 12th leader of Bailian Sanren and Yaohai School is Jieyi Jin Lan. You are the apprentice of Bailian Sanren, so it is natural to respect your predecessors."
Everyone was startled, but I didn’t expect these reasons.
"Hee hee, I’m a senior now …" Phyl laughed and said, "Let me calculate. I’m Zhuge Liang’s teacher. My teacher calls you a senior, and you call me a senior. What should the teacher call me? Oh, what a mess. "
Zhongtian in the moon smiled bitterly: "I wonder how Bai Lian’s predecessors are now?" "Dead." Phyl’s answer was very simple: "My former master Du Jie failed, and even the ashes were not left. Unfortunately, I can only set up a cenotaph for my former master."
In fact, he should have thought of it. The white lotus scattered people lived for more than a thousand years, and even the peak of the deification period will be exhausted in Shou Yuan. Unless it is a virtual period, a long life can be achieved.
When Zhuge Ming looked at the huge city in front of him with a bored face, he said, "Is this … really the magic city of the bodhi old zu? I once read about it in the ancient books of Yaohai School. How can it be in your hand? "
Zhuge didn’t smile. "I’ll take you to heal first."
Say and he took Zhuge Ming body movement, appeared in the magic temple.
In the center of the main hall of the magic temple, there is a hill-high elixir, which smells fragrant. The ground was littered with the remains of the elixir. At the moment, the seven kills are sitting next to the muti pile, sitting quietly and practicing.
His body exudes a metallic luster, and his originally shriveled skin has filled up, and he has a full head of black hair.
"All these elixirs have cured him." Zhuge didn’t smile bitterly. Originally, there were more than half of the palace’s elixirs, but now there is only one hill left.
"Hey!"
Seventh Killer opened his eyes and saw Zhuge not bright. His eyes were violent and a little scared.
"Stay outside." Zhuge don’t light drink a way.
Seven kills roared twice, which seemed to be very reluctant, but when he came into contact with Zhuge’s dim and dead eyes, he retreated strangely to the outside of the magic temple.
"These muti …" ZhuGeMing some dumbfounded.
Zhuge Liang picked out a few healing elixirs and told Zhuge Ming to eat them, so that Zhen Yuan could get through the damaged meridians for him. Zhuge Ming always looks much better.
Two people out of the troubled times magic city, once again came to the front of the underground. All the people were waiting, but Zhuge appeared before dawn with Zhuge Ming. The first lady greeted her at once: "How are you tomorrow?"
"Mother, I’m fine. The injury has been treated." Zhuge Ming smiled and said.
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Chapter 265 Walking ginseng fruit
Chapter 274 Walking ginseng fruit
When everyone saw that Ge Ming really looked much better, Zhuge Songtao heaved a sigh and said, "It’s not bright. Come in with me. I have something to discuss with you. Come over tomorrow."
Zhuge Songtao said, and turned and walked towards the underground palace.
"You two are fooling around." Zhuge Liang told the gray-haired monkey and Phil, and Zhuge Ming went into the underground palace.
"Hum, reinvent the wheel, but we are faced with a sacred place to cultivate immortals. Can we turn Gankun around just by his ignorance?" The eldest lady still smiled coldly, and it was hard to have a good impression on Zhuge. "And us!" Zhong Tian said in the month.
"Yes, the master’s business is my business, and I will try my best." Phil also agreed.
The big lady jumped out of the corner of her eye, feeling a little resentful, but the other person was a cultivator. Even if she was dissatisfied, she dared not say anything.
Zhuge Liang and Zhuge Ming followed Zhuge Songtao and went into the underground palace. This underground palace is bigger than Zhuge Liang imagined. Zhuge Songtao led them to turn left and right and came to a stone gate with a square keyhole in the middle.
Zhuge Songtao took out the key to open the Shimen, which is an important place in the underground mausoleum. The owners of Zhuge’s family were buried for generations, and outsiders must not enter except the owners. But now in the critical period, Zhuge Songtao came in with his two sons.
Behind the Shimen is a dark hall, where there are dozens of coffins. These are the bodies of Zhuge Jiali’s generations.
"The ancestors atoned for their sins, and now in a special period, the children have to bring them in." Zhuge Songtao bowed deeply to the dozens of coffins.
Zhuge Ming behind him is also a deep bow.
Zhuge Liang frowned, but he did the same. After all, I have the blood of Zhuge’s family in my life.
Zhuge Songtao turned around, took a look at Zhuge Buliang and Zhuge Ming and said, "This time, our Zhuge family has sinned against Xianhuang Pavilion, a big force in the cultivation of immortals, which is an unprecedented disaster for Zhuge family for thousands of years. Tomorrow, before dawn, the family depends on you. "
"Don’t worry, father." Zhuge Ming nodded heavily.
Zhuge Songtao looked at Zhuge Liang and sighed quietly, saying, "No, I’m really glad that you can come back, because my father was ashamed of you and your mother."
"I came only because my family’s blood runs through me." Zhuge’s dim voice is very indifferent and seems to have no feelings at all.