My disciples have hidden identities

Now she has reason to suspect that Ji Pingsheng is still drunk.

It's not right, it's definitely not right.

Just as Qi Luo was about to speak, Ji Pingsheng raised the ruler in his hand and slapped it on her palm.

hiss!

What a fight!

Ji Pingsheng glared at Qi Luo fiercely, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up and stop ink marks, how can you not be severely punished for making such a big mistake!"

I……

Looking at Ji Pingsheng with a cold face, Qi Luo suddenly felt sad and extremely wronged.

You didn't treat me like this back then!

You are no longer that Ji Pingsheng who serves tea and water, asks about your health, and writes poems and paintings!

Qi Luo held her breath, hesitated for a moment, still blushed and gritted her teeth, wrapped her hands around the hem of her skirt, and lay down on the bed.

"bring it on!"

She showed a death-defying expression.

Ji Pingsheng put his eyes on Qiluo with a blank face, and his heart was as hard as steel in the face of temptation.

next second.

Ji Pingsheng raised his hand high and put it down heavily.

Snapped!

"ah!"

A tender cry came from Qi Luo's red lips.

Oh oh oh!

Ji Pingsheng, I will remember this account!

Ji Pingsheng remained calm, raised his ruler and gave another blow.

The ruler fell and bounced again.

"ah!"

Every time he hit, Qi Luo would cry out in pain.

And Ji Pingsheng kept talking about it.

"Let you lie a lot!"

"Let you say that you are 16 years old!"

"Please don't take me into the Rainfall Pavilion!"

"Look at how crazy you have been during this time, how decent it is!"

"I'm really puzzled, how did that ice sculpture beauty turn into a sand sculpture beauty!"

Clap clap clap clap!

The more Ji Pingsheng fought, the more excited he was, Qi Luo kept begging for mercy after a series of consecutive blows.

Although Ji Pingsheng's strength couldn't hurt Qi Luo at all.

But the sense of shame and pain is still there!

Ji Pingsheng, one day, I will return this humiliation to you without any change!

Qi Luo, lying on the bed, swore with her eyes tightly closed.

Chapter 123 Is 3 Minutes Short?

The night was dark, and the light of the silver moon shone in the empty courtyard.

Vice-City Master Wang and Sect Master Zhenwu walked into the room shoulder to shoulder, not planning to do something like adding a man to a man, but to bring a few jars of spirits out of the room and put them on the stone table in the yard.

Taking advantage of the breeze, two strong men drank strong wine and admired the bright moon.

Such interest made Lu and Jin also interested, and sat between Deputy City Master Wang and Sect Master Zhenwu.

The three held a large bowl of spirits in the yard, bumped into each other and drank it down.

"Cool!"

The moment the strong wine poured into their throats, Lu and Jin felt as if their chests were on fire, and their hot emotions came up all at once.

"Drinking strong wine against the moon, life is happy!"

Lu and Jin blushed, and began to write poems proudly.

Although it was not very good, it also gained the admiration of the two big bosses next to him.

"I'm coming too!"

Sect Master Zhenwu raised his head and laughed twice, then recited a poem with a long voice: "Strong wine is like horse urine, the more you drink, the more coquettish you become! Hahahaha!"

"it is good!"

After clapping his hands and applauding repeatedly, Deputy City Lord Wang couldn't help being in a good mood, and opened his mouth to answer a poem.

"Horse urine is like strong wine, the more you show it, the more you want to drink it!"

Lu Hejin: "..."

liqueur?

Horse pee?

Lu and Jin looked down at the yellowish spirit in the big bowl, and suddenly felt that the wine was not fragrant.

I can't drink in the same pot with these two people... Bah!

If you can't drink a bowl with these two people, you'd better go back to sleep.

Just when Lu and Jin lost interest, a tender sound suddenly reached his ears.

wrong.

It was passed to the ears of the three of them.

The three of them moved when they heard the sound, and cast their gazes in unison.

I saw a series of voices coming from the closed door.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!

"Yeah! It hurts! Don't!"

Lu Hejin: "..."

Deputy City Lord Wang: "..."

Master Zhenwu: "..."

Suddenly, the three of them felt that the wine in the bowl was not fragrant.

After the three people looked at each other, they all saw the dull eyes in each other's eyes.

After two seconds of silence, Sect Master Zhenwu hesitated and said, "That room belongs to... Sect Master Ji?"

Deputy City Master Wang nodded, and added: "That voice is the second disciple of the Shang Qing Sect, right?"

Lu and Jin had nothing to say, except envy, jealousy and hatred.

hateful!

In the middle of the night, people can't sleep!

But after a while, Lu and Jin were no longer envious.

Jiao Didi's cries of pain stopped after only a few dozen times, and the whole process took less than 3 minutes.

Less than half a minute after the sound stopped, Ji Pingsheng's door was pushed open.

There was shame in Qi Luo's eyes, and she walked out with a ruddy complexion and a hint of pain. Her steps were a little staggering, and her walking was very awkward.

After Qi Luo walked back to her room slowly, the three drinking in the yard fell silent again.

However, this time, there was a hint of sympathy on their faces.

"From the time the sound started to the end, how much time did it take?"

Sect Master Zhenwu suddenly asked.

Deputy City Master Wang sighed and said, "That's three to five minutes."

It's really short!

After finishing speaking, he patted Lu and Jin on the shoulders, and said solemnly, "Sect Master Lu, this is your strong point. Go back and help Sect Master Ji prepare some medicine."

Lu and Jin nodded while holding back their laughter.

Dispensing!

Prepare the medicine!

With good medicine that can cure diseases!

Just when the three of them became interested again and were about to gossip while drinking, they saw Ji Pingsheng walking over from the room with a little disheveled clothes.

Ji Pingsheng's face was flushed with excitement, probably because he hadn't recovered from the alcohol, his footsteps were a little wobbly, as if he had collapsed.

The Lord is out!

Lu Hejin's eyes lit up, and he yelled at Ji Pingsheng: "Brother Ji, come and have a drink together!"

Vice-City Master Wang followed Lu and Jin's words and invited: "Sect Master Ji, there is no one at night, how about we enjoy the moon, drink wine and compose poems?"

He wanted to get Ji Pingsheng over to gossip.

But Lu and Jin simply wanted to laugh at Ji Pingsheng.

Drinking wine and writing poems to the moon?

Ji Pingsheng squinted at them, his eyes full of contempt.

My mind is filled with "One Hundred Thousand Poems in a Lifetime", a collection of poems dating back 5000 years, do you deserve to write poems with me?

In normal times, Ji Pingsheng would definitely stop and teach them a lesson.

But now, he doesn't have any intention of composing poems to pretend to be forceful.

He still has one very important thing to do.

Ji Pingsheng just glanced at the three of them, and said casually: "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the well behind the courtyard without looking back.

In the same place, only three people were left with bewildered faces.

Lu Hejin still had a bit of literary background, a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he turned to ask Deputy City Master Wang.Difficult to say: "He just said to raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadows form three people, is he talking about us?"

If you ask this sentence, you will know whether his literary attainments are deep or shallow.

Deputy City Master Wang said mischievously: "I guess so, I didn't quite understand it, but it feels quite tall, like the words of those disciples of the imperial city who major in grandeur and righteousness."

Sect Master Zhenwu nodded: "I think so too."

"It's not right, it's too wrong."

Lu and Jin muttered to themselves, didn't Ji Pingsheng come from a valley? How could he even be able to compose poems?

He just didn't know that a few years ago, Ji Pingsheng copied hundreds of poems handed down in a year in order to tease Qiluo.

In front of the well in the backyard.

Ji Pingsheng lowered his head and cast his gaze to the bottom of the well, a sneer appeared on his face.

The little guy slept soundly!

He didn't forget the mistakes You Kun made in the Little Spirit Realm, one of them hit him, and the two of them also hit him, so they took advantage of the excitement and cleaned it up together!

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and scratched towards the bottom of the well.