Feng Jiu answered, then the rabbit will be not far away to deal with, get clean and then set up to the fire roasted, looking at his skilful movents, one of them laughed: "I do not know Junior Brother Ruan still have this handicraft."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu's heart thumped, but on the face is half not show, said: "more or less will be a little, not fine, baked is not delicious, a few Senior Brother don't dislike it on the good."
Several people's attention is not on Feng Jiu's body, but from ti to ti around that woman surnad Zhu talking, Feng Jiu is according to her observation play that Ruan man's deanour, as far as possible to let themselves not show half a crack.
This night, they rest she also followed the rest, but also peacefully past, until, the next morning, the people will get up early, continue to walk forward, about the hour, only along the mountain road of the mountain ladder to the hidden sect's front door.
Feng Jiu just flew a glance and followed them into the sect gate together, after arriving inside, the woman surnad Zhu left on her own after bidding farewell to several people first, while the older man said to several people, "You guys will go with to Master's place to resu orders."
"Yes." A few people responded, and only then did they follow behind him and leave together.
In order to prevent people from discovering that she was a fake, she walked all the way and didn't look more towards the surroundings, she just listened more and talked less, which was also in line with the man's previous words and behaviour, a few people also saw the strange and talked about their own, no one paid any attention to her.
Arriving at a mountain peak halfway up the mountainside, they followed that older cultivator into a compound together, and respectfully saluted towards that tightly closed room door.
"Disciple pays his respects to Master." After the older man perford a salute, he looked up at the tightly closed door of the room and said, "Disciple was fortunate enough to fulfil his orders on this trip, and has already finished the matters entrusted to him by Master."
"You co in!" An old voice ca from the door of that tightly closed room, and imdiately after, the door of that tightly closed room opened with a creak as if it had been pulled open by soone inside.
The older man stepped forward with so delight and crossed inside with a step, imdiately after that, the door of the room was closed, and no one knew what exactly they were doing inside, until, in about a pillar of incense or so, the door of the room was opened again, this ti, that older man walked out with a delighted look on his face, and after looking at the several people, this ti, he handed out the dicinal pills to them in his hands.
"The master here gave them to you, so that you all go back and cultivate properly, striving for another breakthrough in strength." The older man said, his gaze still sweeping over the dicinal pills in their hands.
"All of you go back and have a good rest!" That old voice ca from the door of the room again, after hearing his voice, the people in the courtyard then answered and then turned to leave.
Feng Jiu held the dicinal pill in her hand and looked at it, her gaze flickered slightly, suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a figure walking up, reaching out and patting her shoulder, "Junior Brother Ruan, we are living in the sa courtyard, let's go back together!" He said, but his gaze was fixed on the dicinal pill in Feng Jiu's hand.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu revealed a touch of smile and seed to look at him with so surprise: "Senior Brother wants to go back with ?"
"Go go go! That cultivator said, pulling him away ahead of him while saying to the few people behind him, "We'll go back first."
The man surnad Lin watched the two of them leave, his gaze couldn't help but move slightly, he stared at the direction they left for a long ti, and then gripped the dicinal pills in his hand tightly, in the end, after thinking about it, he still took a step to follow those two people in front of him.
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