A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 343 Qi Youqing: Mo Yan is sick

The young man who was sitting on the wooden chair with a shabby look suddenly stood up.

He slapped the table with his palm, and the loud sound shook Bei Wan, who was thinking about it.

Mo Yan stared at Qi Youqing and roared:

"Who are you? You won't give in if you don't want to. I don't want to lose face!"

Qi You Qing Yanyan raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with indifference: "Face? How much is it worth?"

Mo Yan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

face? How much is it worth?

You can say such things.

Qi Youqing! Qi Youqing!

Mo Yan gasped for air, trying to tell himself to calm down.

Bei Wan looked at the frosty-faced third senior brother, and then at the furious fourth senior brother. Why, after just two words, they started to argue.

Zang Yunzhi looked down at the little kid who was a little overwhelmed, took out an exquisite little candy man, and handed it to the kid.

He raised his hand and stroked the little guy's shoulder, whispering: "Eat candy."

Bei Wan held the candy man and sat quietly, not daring to make a sound.

The momentum between the two senior brothers was too scary.

Yan Ci watched quietly, as long as he didn't fight to death, he wouldn't take action now.

Whose sect's disciples don't quarrel?

Teenagers should quarrel, but after the quarrel, they are still buddies.

He tried to break up the fight at this time. If he failed, one of them would feel wronged. It would be better to let them argue first, so that he could collect more information.

After the two people calm down for a while, the persuasion will have a direction and focus.

As for being quiet.

Yan Ci knew that Mo Yan would be ready soon.

Sure enough, the boy quickly adjusted himself.

Mo Yan took two deep breaths and sat on the wooden chair indulgently.

He suppressed the anger that had just arisen in his heart and raised a bright and false smile on his lips.

"Okay! I'll help!"

Yan Ci:...

A not-so-good premonition arose.

Yan Ci tried to stop him: "Actually, we don't have to ask the Mo Yan Gang..."

Qi Youqing and Mo Yan looked at their senior brother at the same time and said at the same time:

"Let him help!"

"Definitely help!"

Bei Wan pursed her lips, holding the candy man in one hand and holding the corner of Yan Ci's clothes with the other, fearing that it would harm Chi Yu.

too frightening.

"Okay, okay, help, help!"

Yan Ci quickly responded and let this sudden change go away.

Looking at the two junior brothers who were not easy to worry about, Yan Ci felt really tired.

The discussion is over.

Yan Ci and others evacuated from the fifth peak and no longer disturbed Bei Wan's rest and practice.

They all already know that the Cangyan Sect members did not die before, but went to Xuanling Continent with the help of Xiao Tiandao.

Now Bei Wan is probably the one who wants to go to Xuanling Continent the most.

As the brothers and sisters who watched the little guy grow up, they must also hope that Bei Wan can reunite with his parents as soon as possible.

Cangyan Sect, the main peak.

"Do you really feel free to let me help you manage your sect temporarily?"

Zang Yunzhi wore a light cyan dress embroidered with silver butterflies, looking smart and charming.

Kneeling lazily in front of the desk, he held his chin with one hand and looked at Yan Ci with burning eyes.

He didn't like red clothes recently, but fell in love with this plain clothes.

Beauty is both in the bones and in the skin, so just make this dress casual.

"Of course I can rest assured. Our friendship is here, and Wu Jie Sect can be regarded as half of the Cang Yan Sect."

Yan Ci's words are not false.

Who doesn’t know that the Wu Yu Sect has a good relationship with the Cangyan Sect, and who doesn’t know that the leader of the Wu Yu Sect once had a good relationship with Bei Wan’s parents.

Moreover.

Yan Ci emphasized the point: "I'm just asking you to help take care of it for half a day. It's not like I won't come back."

"Okay, okay, go quickly, I will only take care of it for half a day."

Zang Yunzhi also knew that there was probably a big problem within the Cangyan Sect.

Let's not talk about the little guy's temporary loss of cultivation. Just talk about the arrogance of the third and fourth sons in the sect, which is a bit bluffing.

Yan Ci clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you, I'm sorry for bothering you!"

Watching Cang Yan Sect's gentle and jade-like senior brother leave, Zang Yunzhi just shook his head and sighed.

Zang Yunzhi worked hard, taking care of the Wu Jie Sect, and also the Cang Yan Sect.

……

Yan Ci uses his sword to head to the third peak.

It was Qi Youqing who started the incident just now. Naturally, we must first find out from Qi Youqing what the reason was.

Qi Youqing seemed to have expected the Yan Ci meeting. He leaned alone in front of the bamboo house, with his arms folded. His light blue embroidered bamboo robe contrasted with the surrounding scenery.

He has no desires or demands, and his compassion for others is mixed with alienation and indifference.

The pride deep in one's bones is buried deeply, not publicized, but not ignored.

"coming."

The voice was cold and indifferent, and it really sounded a bit like the banished immortal that people said.

"Yeah." Yan Ci responded.

Qi Youqing asked again: "It's because of what happened between me and Mo Yan just now. I want to know if there is something hidden, right?"

Yan Ci nodded helplessly: "Yes."

Qi Youqing: "Mo Yan is sick."

Yan Ci: "Hmm...huh?"

I almost became addicted to "um".

He looked at Qi Youqing with confusion, but seemed to see a little regret in those strange-colored eyes.

Seems to be……

Because you regret not fooling him?

Yan Ci's gentle temperament suddenly condensed, and the mace in his right hand, which he had not seen for a long time, appeared again.

When Qi Youqing saw the mace, he subconsciously corrected his attitude, pursed his lips and said after thinking:

"Then senior brother, just treat me as sick and get better."

With such a light word, Yan Ci almost lost his breath.

Why, either Mo Yan is sick or he, Qi Youqing, is sick.

Can’t their Cangyan Sect disciples be free from illness?

Qi Youqing also seemed to feel that there was something wrong with his words, so he added: "Senior brother, just leave him alone and let him do his job. I will supervise it for you."

Yan Ci took a deep breath and raised his hand to rub his forehead: "You Qing, it's not like we have to let Mo Yan do the work. He has no cultivation now and must be in a bad mood. If he doesn't want to..."

Speaking of this, Yan Ci suddenly stopped and stared at the calm junior brother.

"Are you trying to provoke him?"

Qi Youqing raised his eyebrows slightly and hummed lightly.

If senior brother thinks this way, it's not too far off.

Although Qi Youqing nodded and admitted, and his speculation was very possible, Yan Ci still felt that something was not quite right.

Qi Youqing didn't give him time to think anymore, and politely issued an eviction order.

"Senior brother, the sect should still have a lot of things to do. You go ahead and do that. I'll clean up and then go over to help you."

This eviction order was tactful and polite, and Qi Youqing himself was even included.

Yan Ci knew in his heart that there was still a very important part about Qi Youqing's provoking Mo Yan that he had not figured out yet.

Can……

He also understood that even if he continued to ask questions, Qi Youqing would not reveal too much.

Simply, before leaving, he said:

"If you can't solve anything, remember to come to us in time. If you can, just go to whoever can help."

"Okay, I know."

Qi Youqing promised well.

Yan Ci took a deep breath, a little tired, and turned around to deal with the sect's miscellaneous matters.

The junior brothers and sisters are all grown up, and he can't control them so much anymore.

What Yan Ci wants most right now is to get through this period of time quickly and get the Cangyan Sect on the right track, so that he can also take time out, not all of it is used to manage the sect, but to practice.

Managing a sect is important, but practice cannot be left behind.

This time, I am tired!

Seeing his senior brother leave, Qi Youqing turned around and entered the house.

The bamboo door was closed and he leaned against it.

He tightened the robe that was wrapped around him, raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed a few times, and let out a long, heavy breath.

What senior brother just guessed was indeed correct.

He was just irritating Mo Yan.

A monk who has no thoughts and doesn't even care about the disappearance of his cultivation. He seems to be lying on his back. If he wants to die one day, he can really die without hesitation.

The upper eyelids are drooped, and the long and thick eyelashes cover the emotions in the eyes.

What's more, Mo Yan's current situation is even worse.

Dying without hesitation is actually liberation and the simplest thing.

The hard thing is to let yourself live in repentance and torture all day long.

If not.

How could a young man stab himself with a knife in the middle of the night?

Why are you murmuring again, wanting to atone for your sins?

Why did he raise the knife several times to kill himself, but he still dropped it.

It's not that I don't dare, it's that I feel that I don't deserve it. It's as simple as death.

Qi Youqing sighed tiredly again, raised his head and closed his eyes weakly, his Adam's apple rolled, his pale skin and tired look looked like the broken glass treasures in the palace.

His intentions were good, but he couldn't tell others about the pain Mo Yan tried so hard to hide.

Caring is not an excuse to expose the scars of others.

If he hadn't had the power of speech and now had the power of prediction, no one would have noticed Mo Yan's morbid state.

At most, he would just think that Mo Yan's mentality was temporarily bad because he couldn't practice.

After all, Mo Yan is an invincible cockroach with extremely tenacious vitality.

Even if he has no cultivation, the young man will be wantonly proud. He has never been a person who sticks to his cultivation.

If you are strong, you will be rampant in the sect, if you are weak, you will be publicized in the world.

Mo Yan is actually the most open-minded person in the entire sect.

He can live well in any environment.

But now, Mo Yan, who was able to live his own life in the mud, actually dragged himself into a living purgatory.

Such a proud and wanton young man secretly guards his secrets and protects his last bit of stubbornness and self-esteem.

Qi Youqing really couldn't tell this matter.

Even if he is the senior brother, he can't say it.

The only thing he can do now is...

That night.

It should have been a quiet moment in the night.

But the fourth peak is full of excitement, brightly lit, and buzzing.

The fifth peak next door has been affected.

The little guy casually put on a small cloak. The plush collar was so warm that she couldn't help but shrink her head and bury half of her little face in the plush collar.

Really comfortable!

He pushed open the window next to the bed, leaned his head out, lay on the window edge, and tilted his head to look at the bustling Fourth Peak.

After thinking for a moment, he put on his shoes, stood up, opened the door, and headed to the fourth peak.

Still worried about Fourth Senior Brother.

It’s not just out of curiosity and wanting to take a look.

As soon as Bei Wan entered the fourth peak, she saw a wine glass coming towards her and hitting her on the head.

Fortunately, Bei Wan has regained some strength now.

The small wine glass knocked her unconscious in one blow.

But it still made the little guy's face wrinkle with grievance.

Bei Wan covered his forehead and watched his unreliable fourth senior brother running out of the house in a hurry and full of apologies.

"No, why did I hit you again!"

"Bei Wan! Senior brother really didn't want to murder you!"

"Why didn't you hide away?"

Before the boy even got close, he started talking.

A gorgeous sliding kneeling directly in front of Bei Wan.

He hugged the aggrieved little cub and started howling.

Bei Wan:?

No, it seemed that she was the one who was hit. Why did the Fourth Senior Brother howl louder than her?

I don't know, but I thought it was the Fourth Senior Brother who smashed the wine glass.

"Bah"

Mo Yan's mouth was suddenly covered by the little guy's hand.

Bei Wan had a stern look on his face, looking directly at his fourth senior brother and whining non-stop: "Quiet!"

Mo Yan: ..."Oh!"

The aggrieved person became Mo Yan again.

Bei Wan's mouth twitched, he was really convinced.

He raised his head and looked at the cold moon-like third senior brother standing at the door watching them as if asking for help.

Take this piece of dog skin plaster away quickly.

She was almost out of breath from being hugged.

"Mo Yan!"

Qi Youqing scolded him coldly.

Bei Wan clearly felt that when he heard the third senior brother calling his name, the fourth senior brother could not help but tremble.

Then the next second, Mo Yan, who was not too small, buried his head in Bei Wan's cloak.

He was still muttering in his mouth: "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

Mo Yan was really scared.

The little guy looked at the fourth senior brother blankly, and then looked at the third senior brother who was walking towards this side step by step with a calm expression.

For a moment, I just felt.

I may have been really unlucky recently.

She could just practice at her fifth peak, so why would she join in the fun?

The moonlight was bright and clear, but the fourth peak was chirping, and it was all thanks to Mo Yan who kept up the whole scene.

The young man patted the desk, which was covered with messy rice paper filled with small characters.

It seems that everyone has come, some are supporting, some are criticizing, and complaining directly.

"I'm really convinced, am I still a human being? Am I a human being!"

"See if Qi Laosan is still a human being!"

"I was forced to spend most of the night writing about Cang Yan Sect's future plans!"

"this!"

The young man took out a piece of paper from the "rags", pressed the table with one hand, raised the paper with the other hand, and said angrily: "This is the first time I wrote it. He said that my writing was bad!"

Zang Yunzhi took it and took a look: "It's not bad! The thinking is still clear, pretty good."

"That's right, that's right! I, Mo Yan, am not joking around. I just have to do a good job!"

The young man seemed to be crazy. He lifted up the pieces of paper one by one and listed Qi Youqing's "crimes".

"This is the third time I've written this, and he said my writing was messy!"

"This is the fifth time. He said he wanted to change it and asked me to find it myself!"

"This is the eleventh time! He! Actually! Said! My words are ugly!!!"

Mo Yan's expression was ferocious, he was really crazy.

He slapped the eleventh plan on the table, and the resentment around him was even more frightening than the formation Yao Wen created back then.

Bei Wan shrank her little head inside the cloak.

Yan Ci just looked at Qi Youqing who was calm and composed with admiration.

Only someone like Qi Youqing could make Mo Yan so angry.

Regardless of whether Qi Youqing needed to say something, his contemptuous attitude of watching a child lose his temper was enough to irritate Mo Yan.

"Damn it! Qi Youqing, don't go too far! I won't do this plan if you want it or not!"

Mo Yan turned around and was about to slam the door out.

Qi Youqing glanced at Mo Yan lightly and said calmly: "Do you think your plan is really okay?"

Mo Yan said angrily: "There's still a hairy one!"