chasing chasing small daily life

It took He Junxie an hour to convince Shen Xuzhu and others that he was not an illusion.

Shen Xuzhu and others were a little embarrassed.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a while.

Da Tao glanced at the sudden paintings and calligraphy in the room: "But... this thing is Shen Sanque's illusion you created, right?"

Shen Sanque waved his hand in denial: "Brother Tao, you overestimate me. If I had this ability, I would have long ago..."

Archie covered half of his face in shame, and interrupted: "Those things are mine..."

It turns out that Mr. Wenqu is planning to move out of the school recently, so he randomly donates some things that are not needed to the students, and Archie happens to be one of the lucky ones.

He carried those things back and arranged them before going out to find Chaos, never expecting that he would help Shen Sanque unintentionally.

If he could have predicted it, he might resolutely donate the property to others.

In this way, poor junior brother Xie'er won't be tricked here...

Shen Xuzhu also expressed deep sympathy for He Junxie's tragic experience, so he decisively decided to send the child back.

After all, Jingyuan should still be having a small meeting with the five elders, and probably didn't know that his beloved disciple was "poached" away for a while.

There is still room for maneuver in things, and it only needs a little modification and a little cover-up to return to the original state.

But Shen Sanque strongly objected, and dragged Shen Xuzhu to start a debate there.

The master and apprentice debated until dark, but no one argued with the other.

Tao Zi, who was concentrating on being a listener, became impatient: "I said, haven't you considered the feelings of the third prince? You should also follow other people's opinions when you make decisions!"

"That's right," Shen Sanque slapped his forehead, and turned to ask He Junxie, but found that there was no one there, "Huh? Where's Xie'er?"

Archie sneered: "He slipped away when you were arguing there."

The way He Junxie fled was slightly inconsistent with his status as the third prince.

There is a restriction in this school, you cannot use the wall-penetrating technique to escape from the ground, and Shen's master and apprentice blocked the only exit.

So He Junxie chose to flip out of the window quietly.

Archie and others felt that he was forced to do nothing.

"Look, they have forced him to turn over the window! No, I must take him back!" Shen Xuzhu was very guilty.

Although Shen Sanque was also a little guilty, he still stood firm: "Where to go back, the principal agreed, and Xie'er didn't take his own things away, which shows that he himself is willing to live here. Master, just admit it, in fact, you are very happy in your heart. After all, you can go to see Master Uncle without any scruples..."

Shen Xuzhu got angry and kicked him: "If you talk nonsense here again, I'll beat you!"

"Okay, I won't tell, I won't tell, I'll go find Xie'er."

After finishing speaking, Shen Sanque ran out of the house in a hurry.

"Actually, what he said is correct." Da Tao patted Shen Xuzhu's shoulder, "I think you can take this opportunity to talk more with Jing Yuan."

Shen Xuzhu smiled wryly: "That also requires him to be willing to talk to me."

Maybe it's not that Jingyuan doesn't want to talk to Shen Xuzhu, it's just that he doesn't have time.

Because the meeting lasted until midnight.

Shen Xuzhu, who was sitting at the door, saw Jingyuan approaching, and hurriedly stood up: "Junior brother... I have something to tell you."

"I'm tired, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

After Jingyuan finished speaking, she turned around and entered the door, leaving only Shen Xuzhu's back.

Shen Xuzhu wanted to follow in, but just stepped over the threshold with one foot, and shrank back.

Forget it, it's better not to disturb people's dreams.

Shen Xuzhu thought not to disturb people's dreams, but some people would not have dreams after all.

Although Shen Sanque lay there with his eyes closed without saying a word, He Junxie still felt a little uncomfortable.

After tossing and turning for a long time, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he could only stare at the beam in a daze.

According to common sense, immortals don't need to rest.

However, if they need to exert their divine power to a normal level at all times, they must rest at a fixed time just like ordinary people.

He Junxie felt that he might only be able to use [-]% of his divine power tomorrow.

"Xie'er," Shen Sanque turned sideways suddenly, opened his eyes, and said softly, "Can't you sleep?"

He Junxie closed his eyes, not wanting to speak.

"Do you agree with the bed?"

The only sound in the room was the murmur of grunting.

"Still feeling cold?"

Shen Sanque lifted his quilt and covered He Junxie.

He Junxie kicked back the quilt and turned to look at the window.

"Or...are you hungry?" Shen Sanque moved towards him, and said mysteriously, "There is a piece of dry biscuit in Da Tao's cupboard."

Before he finished speaking, Da Tao sat up suddenly and shouted: "Shen Sanque! If you dare to touch the dry biscuits in my cupboard, I will never stop with you!"

Finally, he fell down again with a thud, and continued to sleep soundly.

Shen Sanque smiled awkwardly: "He has the same dream every night."

He Junxie still ignored him.

"Xie'er," Shen Sanque suddenly poked his head over, "Do you know why I like you?"

He Junxie was startled, covered his head with the quilt, and quickly moved to a place close to the wall.

Shen Sanque didn't continue that topic, but talked about other things in a low voice.

For example, the little gossip of the teachers in the academy, such as what interesting places are there near the academy...

His voice was very soft and soft, and He Junxie couldn't help feeling drowsy as he listened to it...

But before he fell asleep, he heard a sentence——

"Xie'er, let me sing the Ning Ye song for you."

He Junxie's drowsiness disappeared for the most part.

Night song?

This night song is widely circulated in the heavens, the tune is soft and melodious, and it is very effective in helping sleep.

The big gods often use it to deal with the little ones who are constantly making trouble.

Shen Sanque was once dealt with by Shen Xuzhu with this trick.

He knew it was going to work.

He believed that the younger brother would definitely be able to fall asleep.

But unfortunately, Shen Xuzhu is actually a sound idiot.

The tunes that Shen Sanque learned from him completely departed from the original version, and formed his own school.

He Junxie held back for a while, but finally couldn't hold back: "This song is not sung like this."

Shen Sanque blinked: "But that's how my master sings..."

He Junxie took a deep breath, and gently sang the original Ning Yege.

His voice is soft and mellow, and the words are perfectly combined.

The chaotic grunt disappeared.

For a moment, only the singing echoed in the air in the room.

The night seemed to be frozen.

After finishing the song, He Junxie waited for Shen Sanque's evaluation.

The time for half a cup of tea passed, but Shen Sanque didn't say a word.

Feeling puzzled, He Junxie slowly turned over, poking his head out from under the quilt, facing the beams of the roof, and secretly glanced to the side from the corner of his eye.

The person next to him... slept soundly...

"..."

He Junxie was sleepless all night.

This directly led to the next morning class, he became the only student sleeping on the table - even Shen Sanque was sitting there energetically.

In fact, He Junxie didn't want to fall down either, because he was exhausted... He listened, and leaned his head involuntarily, adjusted his body to a comfortable posture, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Jun Yuheng was suspicious and afraid, he just wanted to go over to wake up the third prince and ask him if he was in good health, but Shen Sanque rushed one step ahead of him and put his coat on He Junxie.

Mr. Yuheng was speechless, he glared at Shen Sanque, and resumed his lecture.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jingyuan walked in from the outside with a sullen face, followed by Shen Xuzhu, who had bruised eyes and kept laughing, and the principal, who was gloating and smiling.

Mr. Yuheng knew that there was something to watch, so he hurriedly gave up the podium to them.

As soon as Jingyuan came in, her eyes first fell on her apprentice, and after finding that his apprentice was sleeping abnormally on the table...

The whole class felt a cold murderous aura.

But unexpectedly, Jing Yuan's anger did not show on his face.

Just listen to him say: "The latest resolution of the Five Classics of Kunlun Research and Teaching, those whose Qiankun points are lower than 66 will not be allowed to participate in the martial arts meeting on the fifth day of May."

The headmaster picked up his words and explained the new rules of the Huiwu routinely.

Shen Xuzhu stood aside watching his nose, nose, nose and heart, pretending that he did not exist.

"Wait!" Shen Sanque stood up and interrupted the principal: "Isn't everyone able to participate in the martial arts competition? What does this have to do with Qiankun Points?"

Qiankun Points is the assessment standard of Kunlun Academy, including coursework, conduct, attendance, etc., among which coursework is the most important.

However, Shen Sanque's Qiankun point hovers between 23 and 27 all year round, which is still a long way from 66.

The headmaster didn't answer him directly: "Then what does the martial arts competition have to do with you?"

The headmaster's words sounded a bit harsh, but they also hit the nail on the head.

That Shen Sanque has been fooling around since he entered the palace, he has never participated in the martial arts competition, not even the selection competition before the martial arts competition.

"Principal, what you said is wrong. I am a student of the academy, so how can martial arts have nothing to do with me?" Shen Sanque was not convinced.

I know you dare to insult the principal, but I don't know that you dare to insult the principal in front of us. Does the principal not want to lose face?All the students couldn't help but sweat for him.

The principal choked for a moment.

Jing Yuan took a step forward and looked at Shen Sanque: "We will select students who can represent the academy to participate in the Zixiao Grand Ceremony."

The Zixiao Grand Ceremony is a competition platform set up by the Emperor of Heaven for the descendants of the gods in various schools.

Those who perform well in the grand ceremony are usually appreciated by ancient gods such as the Emperor of Heaven, Lord Donghua, Queen Mother of the West, etc., and then obtain treasures, and even be included in the priesthood in advance.

Therefore, those who participated in the grand ceremony were always the most outstanding students from each academy.

According to the usual practice, each academy should first conduct an internal martial arts competition, and select 21 students with the best performance to send to the grand ceremony.

But Kunlun Academy is now...

Shen Sanque knew that the sentence hidden by Jing Yuan was - "Are you qualified?"

But he didn't care, he just touched his chin: "Master, are you deliberately targeting me?"

In fact, almost all the students of Kunlun Academy had Qiankun points above 66, and only one of them was below 66.

Obviously, this standard is specially set for Shen Sanque.

The headmaster squinted and smiled: "Don't say that, this is a resolution unanimously passed by the Five Classics of Research and Teaching. There is nothing targeted or not. Besides, you don't participate anyway, so what do you care about?"

Shen Sanque glanced at He Junxie who was sleeping on the table, sat down, and leaned back: "Who said I won't participate? Hehe, principal and uncle, your aggressive method has succeeded."