Jinghua City, Yunshan District, Yunshan district.

Through the window, the light of the morning fell on the sixth floor of the boudoir full of girl breath.

It's only early in the morning. In the past, Miss Yin was immersed in her dreams and could not extricate herself.

However, I do not know why, Yin Qingxue is sleeping like a nightmare in general, the whole person suddenly woke up!

A murmur in a dream that she didn't even realize herself blurted out from Yin Qing's snow mouth:

"think about it, don't!"

The cold sweat has already wet the pink lace pajamas on Yin Qingxue. Her face is white. She gasps heavily and her heart beats violently. She looks like she is going to jump out of her chest.

Yin Qingxue felt a huge sense of panic, as if a vital person in life was about to disappear!

Yin Qingxue kept beating her chest and said, "what's wrong with me? Why is the heart suddenly so flustered? Is there something wrong with xiaoranzi

Yin Qingxue thought of Meng ran for the first time. After all, Meng ran made a lot of trouble in the broadcasting building yesterday, which is very likely to bring disaster.

"No! I must not let xiaoranzi have something to do! "

"Ping Lao! Mr. Ping can certainly help xiaoranzi! "

Don't care to change her pajamas. Miss Yin, who is already full of Meng Ran's figure in her heart, trots towards the old room in a hurry.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!"

"Ping Lao! Wake up and stop sleeping! Something happened to xiaoranzi

Yin Qingxue slammed the door and yelled anxiously.

However, it was still in pinglao's bedroom. The master of Taiji seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn't hear it.

"Ping Lao! Wake up! There's a real accident! "

Let Yin Qingxue how to smash the door, the bedroom is still a quiet, no movement.

Through the door, we can see an ordinary old man in a plain white cloth gown with his hands on his back and standing in front of the window.

It turns out that the master of Taiji has already woken up!

But he clearly heard Yin Qingxue's cry. Why didn't he open the door for his young lady?

The ordinary old man with white beard and white head, with deep and old eyes, crosses this Yunshan community and goes straight into Jinhu!

As early as that mysterious girl with long hair approached the edge of Beijing, the master of Taiji had already felt her breath!

"This man's cultivation is definitely not below me! Looking at the world, there should be no such person on earth! "

"This man is either an ancient monk who wakes up early from his deep sleep, or, like that boy, he is a banished immortal."

"With these two people, it's hard to calm down the land of China. I'm afraid it's hard to calm down again..."

With a silent sigh, a deep sadness appeared on his old face.

At this time, Yin Qingxue, who knocked on the door for a long time but failed, was obviously angry, "Ping Lao! I know you heard me! Open the door for me

In the face of his young lady's anger, he sighed heavily and helplessly:

"Miss, most of the people are going for Meng ran. Since I have been a hermit for a hundred years, I won't pay attention to the affairs of the world any more. Don't force me. "

He opened the door for Yin Qingxue.

As soon as she entered the door, Yin Qingxue grabbed pinglao's snow-white beard, pinched her waist with one hand, and grinded her lovely little tiger teeth. She said angrily:

"good, good! It turns out that you have heard me for a long time, haven't you! You're trying to be deaf and dumb! You bad old man