Ku Rongti

"Doesn't that mean it's just coming?" When he reached the secluded place, Chu Deng looked around: "Where's Shen He?"

"He went back to Yingzhou." Zhou Shanji replied.

Chu Deng: "What about you?"

Zhou Shanji's expression was very bad: "I went to Penglai, and the island owner is here."

Island owner?Chu Deng's thoughts changed sharply.

Zhou Shanji called Mu Liang his master, and Song Lian usually called "Song Lian Island Master" with his first name and surname. He only called out to one person like this.

That is Chu Deng's own mother, the current island owner of Yingzhou, Song Laiyue.

Song Laiyue is Song Lian's biological sister, Chu Deng calls him uncle, and among the two nephews, Song Lian's favorite is Chu Yingtan.

Chu Dengsheng has nothing to love: "What did my mother say?"

Zhou Shanji was more unloved than him: "She asked us to go back."

Needless to say, Mu Liang must have told Song Laiyue that Chu Deng had returned to Sandao.

"Shan Ji, how does Uncle Master treat you?" Chu Deng looked at Zhou Shanji with a smile.

Zhou Shanji was expressionless: "Don't expect me to support you."

Well done, my nephew is hopeless, Chu Deng thought depressingly.

Zhou Shanji: "Go back to Yingzhou after the questioning meeting is over."

"Okay, okay." Chu Deng scratched his hair as he walked back, thinking about how to deal with his mother's interrogation.

When he returned to the room, Sang Shixi seemed to have fallen asleep. Chu Deng climbed onto the bed softly, not noticing that Sang Shixi's body stiffened beside him.

Sang Shishi didn't fall asleep. He pretended to be asleep for a long time. Hearing the breathing of the person next to him slow down, he carefully turned over and stared at Chu Deng.

The moonlight came in from the window, and there was a layer of light on Chu Deng's side face, which made his eyelashes clearly visible.

Unexpectedly, Sang Shixi slowly leaned forward, Chu Deng's breath sprayed on his chin, and Sang Shixi pressed his lips to his chin as if fascinated.

The light-colored lips were as soft as he had imagined, and Sang Shixi's eyes widened suddenly, and the Lingtai was clear, and he quickly left Chu Deng's lips.

what did i do!?

Distraught, Sang Shiyi covered his head with the quilt, and soon fell asleep.

Chu Deng beside him opened his eyes with an ugly expression on his face.

Eleven kissed him just now, that's right.

But the problem is, the first thing Chu Deng thinks in his mind is not "you, a villain, did such an unethical thing", but "drink more water next time and then kiss your mouth, why do you do that".

Chu Deng felt that he might be crazy too.

His mind was in a mess, he didn't sleep all night, and he woke up at dawn the next day.

Sang Shishi was soundly asleep, and Chu Deng just looked at him in a daze.

This kid, it's not good to like anyone, why did he just fall in love with me?

Although I am a handsome, suave and handsome man, I am his master.

It would be too much to attack one's apprentice...

Chu Deng was still tangled up, and didn't realize at all that his thinking had gone wrong. At this time, he shouldn't be tangled up in the question of master and apprentice, he should cut off Sang Shiyi's thoughts.

And Sang Shishi woke up soon, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Chu Deng's distressed expression.

His first reaction was that the rabbit in Chu Deng's storage bag ran away from home.

"Are you awake?" Chu Deng came back to his senses and stretched.

Sang Shishi's eyes lingered on his narrow waist for a moment, then moved away.

Chu Deng thought blankly: "Little boy, don't think I don't know where you are looking!"

"Eleventh, let's go, the questioning meeting will start soon." Jing Gu knocked on the door with his messy hair yawning, turned around and saw Zhou Shanji.

The scene with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes: "..."

After a breath, Jing Gu's clothes were neat and tidy, his hair was neatly tied up, and he had a perfect smile on his face: "Don't come here without any problems, senior brother."

Zhou Shanji: "Yes."

Jing Gu immediately forgot about Wendaohui and Sang Shishi, and followed Zhou Shanji in a desperate manner.

"Brother, do you want to come and see my competition?" Jing Gu asked excitedly.

Zhou Shanji wanted to refuse subconsciously, but the words turned into: "Okay."

The corners of Jing Gu's eyes and brows were suddenly stained with a smile, and there seemed to be light in his beautiful eyes.

Sang Shiyi dressed slowly and walked out of the room, Chu Deng followed behind him.

When they arrived at the martial arts field, they realized that they were the last to arrive.

Small golden characters happened to appear in the sky above the martial field. There are nine pairs of names under each of the eighteen numbers, and Sang Shishi is the first row of NO.11.

Jing Gu did not draw the first row this time, but the ninth row.

He was wearing red clothes again today. The enchanting and strong color matched with his gorgeous facial features gave him an indescribable charm.

Sang Shiyi used his toes to figure out who he was wearing it for.

It's a pity that Luohua wanted to be merciless, Jing Gu had been fanning with a folding fan for a long time, but Zhou Shanji still couldn't take his eyes off it.

As Sang Shishi stepped onto the ring, his peripheral vision drifted to Chu Deng who was below the stage, and the corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile.

Opposite him was a female cultivator with a strong background. She was Luo Shang, the seventh lady of the Luo family, the third family in Yingzhou. Luo Shang blushed suddenly when she saw Sang Shishi's smile.

Sang Shixi saw at a glance that Luo Shang's cultivation was no more than the mid-level Golden Core, so he smiled disdainfully.

Chu Deng under the stage frowned. If he remembered correctly, this Miss Luo Qi was just [-] years old this year, and she was only a hundred years old with poor talent. She didn't have the chance to become a body in this life, but because she was the youngest daughter of the head of the Luo family, Well loved.

Eleven is the first stage of Nascent Soul, and Luo Shang is not at the same level as him. If Eleven is more serious, I am afraid that the Luo family will come back to trouble him.

Living up to Chu Deng's expectations, Sang Shishi shot extremely ruthlessly, with tens of thousands of roots branching out from ups and downs, shining finely in the sun, and surrounded Luo Shang from all directions under the control of Sang Shishi.

Before Luo Shang could react, the poor little girl threw a puppet, barely blocking the golden thread in front of her.

She is a puppeteer!

Jing Gu, who was watching from the audience, frowned, and when he saw the puppet, he subconsciously compared it with his own towel.

"It's not as refined as towel wine, it hasn't been fully controlled yet, it can't be practiced again, the puppet art is not well mastered, and the puppets are not well-trained..." Jing Gu muttered to himself, and he didn't see Zhou Shanji's changed face next to him. .

In the end, Jing Gu concluded: "A half-baked puppet master will not be able to get on the stage."

"How does it compare to you?" A deep voice sounded from the side.

Jing Gu immediately became proud: "That must be far behind."

After finishing speaking, he realized that the person who asked the question was Zhou Shanji, and explained with some embarrassment: "Ah, brother, I am not humble, I just...just..."

Jing Gu simply shut up.

Zhou Shanji didn't ask any more, he just felt ironic in his heart.

Master, your own son has no knowledge of formations, spells, puppetry, and swordsmanship, but a closed disciple who has never met before has taught himself so thoroughly puppetry.

Under your nine springs, should you cry or laugh.

The competition on the stage was still going on, Luo Shang obviously couldn't beat Sang Shishi, Song Lian and a group of elders on the high stage had already noticed Sang Shishi.

Under the age of a hundred, the Nascent Soul is cultivated.

Song Lian's eyes were heavy. He only knew one person who could have such a cultivation level under the age of a hundred.

Chu Deng.

"Do you know who I am and you just treat me like this!" Luo Shang was beaten helplessly by Sang Shishi's impeccable attack, and the atmosphere suddenly opened up.

"If you dare to beat me, my father will not let you go!" Luo Shang threatened aggressively.

Sang Shiyi condensed the ups and downs into a whip with a blank face, and pulled Luo Shang off the ring.

"Sang Shiyi wins!"

Chu Deng walked up to the aggrieved Luo Shang, reached out and tapped her forehead: "Xiao Qi, do you still remember me?"

Luo Shang was stunned for a moment, then shouted happily: "Brother Deng!"

Sang Shishi walked up to Chu Deng and remained silent.

"You!" Luo Shang became angry when he saw him, "Even if I can't beat you, can't you make me lose better?"

To actually take her off the ring with a whip, causing her to lose such a big face, Luo Shang couldn't swallow because his breath was choked in his throat.

Chu Deng quickly came out to reconcile: "He is like this, Xiao Qi, don't hate him."

Luo Shang was puzzled: "Who is he?"

Chu Deng took it for granted: "My apprentice."

Sang Shishi's eyes flickered.

Luo Shang still couldn't swallow this breath, the questioning session started two days ago, she was quite well-known among the rookies, how embarrassing she lost so badly now.

"I'm going to see Jinggu's competition." Sang Shishi greeted Chu Deng and stepped into the crowd.

Luo Shang stomped his feet and left angrily.

Chu Deng had no choice but to find Zhou Shanji: "Let's go and see your little brother."

Standing on the stage, Jing Gu saw Zhou Shanji also coming, and smiled at him, so that his opponent was dumbfounded.

Zhou Shanji remained expressionless, forcibly ignoring the imperceptible throbbing in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Jing Gu did not use towel wine, but took out a golden needle, driven by spiritual power, the golden needle floated into the air and moved.

The other party didn't understand what Jing Gu was going to do, so he shouted and stabbed him with a sword.

Penglai's swordsman, Jing Gu thought.

When the golden needles moved to their respective positions, Jing Gu pressed with his hand, and the golden needles pierced straight into the ground.

Zhou Shanji's eyes suddenly lit up: "Teng Lao!"

The rattan prison is a kind of confinement formation. Zhou Shanji always thought that Jing Gu was a puppet master, but he didn't expect that Jing Gu had read many books and had many skills.

Although this rattan prison is immature, and it can be seen that the master's technique is jerky, it is more than enough to deal with opponents whose cultivation level is lower than Jing Gu's.

Soon, the invisible barrier imprisoned the opponent within a square inch, so Jing Gu stepped forward and flicked the opponent's forehead lightly: "I won."

That person was bounced off the ring by him.

Sang Shiyi knew at a glance that Jing Gu was following his fancy, Zhou Shanji learned the formation technique, and Jing Gu really worked hard to attract his attention.

No wonder he wakes up in the morning and looks like he hasn't woken up. He must have read the book of formations countless times at night.

Although all the books he brought back from Penglai were returned, Jing Guxian couldn't hold back, so he copied all those books when he had nothing to do in the Valley of Trials.

The competition between Liuli and Mu Shu over there is over, and Fu Shu and Gu Lizhu are coming soon.

"Eleven, I have something to tell you." Chu Deng took Sang Eleven back to Shian Palace's residence.

"Huh?" Sang Shixi became nervous for no reason.

"I..." Chu Deng was about to say something when he was interrupted by Jing Gu who ran in from outside: "Something happened in the city!"

"What's the matter?" Chu Deng looked at him with a headache.

"Someone was killed, it was Miss Seven of the Luo family in Yingzhou." Jing Gu finished speaking quickly.

"What!?" Chu Deng's face changed drastically.