Martial Arts: In the beginning of cultivating immortality, all the female warriors are broken.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sound of roosters resounding in the streets and alleys of Bianliang City, dispelling the last trace of darkness.

The morning dawns and the sun rises.

The scorching sun fell into the salamander's bedroom and hit the side of the bed.

"Huh~"

There was a soft moan from his nose, and the startled salamander frowned slightly, and woke up from his sleep in a daze.

When I turned my head, I saw that the man was looking at him with a smile.

"Sir..."

muttered twice, the startled salamander's hair was messy, his eyes were blurred, and his eyes were red, and he directly buried the head of the mantis in the man's chest.

As soon as you open your eyes, you can see your beloved, and the salamander is extremely satisfied.

"Wake up, are you hungry?"

Twisting up a strand of cold beauty's green silk hair and playing with it, Jiang Che asked with concern.

"The salamander is not hungry..."

The salamander shook its head lightly and closed its eyes lazily.

Her cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building, and she has already reached the Bigu realm, even if she doesn't eat for a few years, there is no problem.

"Have a good rest, I'm going to visit Uncle Huang Shi today..."

A kiss fell lightly on the forehead of the startled salamander, and Jiang Che got up and changed his clothes in a hurry.

"I'm here to serve my husband and wash up..."

Trembling and crawling out of bed,

Casually draped in a nightgown, the startled salamander began to serve Jiang Che to wash.

............ 477After breakfast, after greeting Wanwan and the others and asking them not to approach Lin Chaoying's room, Jiang Che left the other garden and went straight to the National Teacher's Mansion alone.

Because Lin Chaoying was still refining spiritual energy, he could only go alone.

This time I went to discuss the matter of resisting the invasion of the Northern Yuan, and it was somewhat inappropriate to take a group of warblers and Yanyan to go.

Walking on the bustling streets, Jiang Che had wind under his feet, and after a quarter of an hour, he directly arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion located in the east of the city.

Because it was pinched, Huang Shang had not yet gone to the court at this time.

"As soon as I was tired of reporting, I said that Jiang Che, the disciple of the old man, was visiting..."

Saying to the guard at the door, Jiang Che began to look at his surroundings boredly.

"Please wait a moment, I'll wait for this to go to the National Teacher..."

The guards responded politely, and after exchanging glances, one of the big men, who looked to be about thirty or so, went directly into the mansion to report.

Richly dressed, extraordinary, unfathomable, self-proclaimed disciples of the old teachers of the country.

Nine times out of ten, it is true that such people are found.

After all, ordinary people don't dare to go to this national teacher's mansion to swagger and deceive.

After half a burnt of incense, the guards who had left earlier returned.

He walked in front of Jiang Che, bowed his hand, and respectfully invited.

"Master Guoshi is waiting in the hall now, and I ask Mr. Jiang to follow me into the room for a while..."

Jiang Che bowed slightly, raised his steps and walked straight to the hall of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Walking through the winding corridor, passing by rockeries, gardens, and flowing water, Jiang Che finally saw the yellow dress standing in the hall.

Reunited after many years of absence, Huang Shang is still the same as Jiang Che remembers.

He has a long figure, crane hair and a childish face, although his beard is white, his face is ruddy and abnormal.

The age looks about eighty, not the slightest old, full of energy.

Dressed in an official uniform, his originally kind face was extremely majestic.

"Uncle Huang Shi..."

Jiang Che bowed his hand and respectfully bowed.

Even though his cultivation has already surpassed Huang Sheng now, Jiang Che still respects the other party in his heart.

A Nine Yin True Scripture perfectly laid the foundation of martial arts. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Without Huang Shang, there would be no immortals today.

"Good, good!"

Seeing Jiang Che saluting respectfully in front of him, Huang Shang's eyes were slightly red, and he said three good words in a trembling voice.

He stretched out his big hand, which looked a little old, and patted it deeply on Jiang Che's shoulder, with great force.

He had fantasized countless times when the two would reunite again.

I thought that Jiang Che was either arrogant and rude, or unruly, or polite, or had no one in his eyes.

Once, he was worried several times.

After all, feelings are something that will be worn out over time.

The relationship between him and Jiang Che was not very deep.

At best, he was half a master and apprentice, and he had guided the other party's cultivation in the year of the Xuanyun Temple of Qinglong Mountain.

Originally, he was still a little worried, worried that Yi Jiang Che's current height would not help Da Song at all.

He also knew that the other party had no hope in his heart for this corrupt dynasty for a long time.

At the beginning, he sent the letter with apprehension, but it was not until he received a reply from the other party and the two strong men who claimed to be Jiang Che's subordinates came to look for him, that the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Now that he sees Jiang Che again after many years, and sees that the other party's attitude towards him is still respectful, Huang Sheng knows that he didn't see the wrong person back then.

The Nine Yin True Sutra is the supreme Taoist internal strength method, which is the result of his lifelong painstaking work.

Although it is not a top-level miracle, it is also quite extensive and practical.

In addition to Wang Chongyang, who was originally a sword debater in Huashan, was given the Nine Yin True Scripture by him, he also only awarded it to Jiang Che, a disciple of an old friend, who has the meaning of cultivating the other party as a successor to the mantle.

It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

The deceased friend died of illness, he entered the court as an official, and Jiang Che also left Qinglong Mountain and walked the rivers and lakes.

After careful calculation, he hadn't seen Jiang Che for six years.

After the white horse passed, the original little boy has now become a humble and beautiful young man, and has grown to a height that everyone can only look up to.

............

"You've grown up..."

"If your master knows what you have achieved now, he will be happy for you. "

Retracting the old man's hand on Jiang Che's shoulder, Huang Sheng let out a sigh of emotion.

"Two days ago was your master's sacrifice day, you should have been to see him, right?"

"The elder did go back to Xuanyuan Temple, and reported the situation in the past year with the master..."

"Don't stand stupidly, sit down. "

beckoned Jiang Che to sit down, and Huang Sheng asked the maid to bring hot tea.

While sipping tea, Huang Sheng chatted with Jiang Che about some parents' shortcomings, and did not mention Bei Yuanqiu's later crimes for the first time.

After many years, he also cared about Jiang Che's situation over the years.

After he began to travel the rivers and lakes, Huang Sheng completely lost contact with Jiang Che.

It wasn't until half a year ago that Jiang Che became famous and won many titles such as the first beautiful man in the Great Song Dynasty, the four city lords of Snow Moon City, the evil sword immortal, and the immortal, that Huang Sheng slowly determined that this Jiang Che was the little Taoist boy who used to be in the Xuanyun Temple of Qinglong Mountain, not the same name.

When he first learned that Jiang Che had made such an astonishing name, he was overjoyed, and he burst into tears several times, feeling sincerely happy for his old friend under Jiuquan.

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