For Song Yanqing.This world was just a game, the system didn't put any pressure on him, and he didn't take this task seriously.

The leader Mo Nanchen emptied his power, and now he is just a thug in the name of Zuo Dharma.Feng Tianjiao seemed quite dissatisfied with this, but she was the only one in the entire Xuanming Sect who was willing to fight for Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing had nothing to do, except for walking around the back hill every day and staring at the tree in front of the door in a daze.

[Mr. Ri Ansong, in order to improve the user experience, today our company launched an evaluation details function, you can get more detailed evaluations from the target person.Does Mr. Song need to install new features. ]

Song Yanqing tried it curiously, and then heard the system reply:

[Today, the leader's dependence on you is 0/100. Evaluation: In the leader's mind, you are no different from other believers. ]

Song Yanqing plucked the nameless wildflowers on the side of the road, and when she heard the system's notification tone, she hummed casually.

This is the back mountain of Xuanming Sect, and this is the place where the past lords of Xuanming Sect retreated to practice their divine skills.Although there is no explicit regulation, the members of the Xuanming Sect all tacitly agree that this is the place where only the leader can come.However, Zuo Hufa was not included in these people. Xuan Ming taught Zuo Hufa to go wherever he wanted, and when caught by the leader, he clasped his fists and pretended to be dumb.

When Song Yanqing didn't wear it, the owner of this body was so arrogant, Song Yanqing would only be more arrogant than him.

He enjoyed the mountain scenery all morning in the back mountain, brushed off the dust from the hem of his clothes, and prepared to go back for lunch.Just when he got up, he saw a green thing rushing towards him from the grass not far away.

Song Yanqing subconsciously raised her hand to grab it, and she didn't know it was a snake until she grabbed it.

Song Yanqing looked at the little snake in his hand curiously, turned around and took out the flint and steel,

In his time, snakes had long been history.This is the first time he has seen this thing. Now that he has seen it and touched it, he wants to try how the snake tastes.

He asked for a tutorial from the system, ruined the left protector's iron-sharpened sword, and stained the left protector Pan An's face again, and finally got a piece of burnt jerky. Fingers are covered with dust.

That night, Feng Tianjiao dragged a dying man to find Mo Nanchen. She grabbed the man by the hair and threw him in front of Mo Nanchen, saying softly, "Master, the traitor Zuo Hufa mentioned is probably this one." Little brat. It’s just that he doesn’t say anything, and his mouth is very stubborn. I was afraid that I would accidentally kill him, so I took him out first.”

Mo Nanchen half-lyed on the soft bed, casually fiddled with the wine glass in his hand, squinted at the man and said casually: "Tough mouth? Then I know who can deal with him, come here, and give Song Protector to me." Call here."

Song Yanqing had just eaten roast chicken and drank some wine in the back kitchen, and was about to go to the small town down the mountain to see the legendary brothel, when he was called back by Mo Nanchen's people as soon as he walked out of the gate.

After hearing Mo Nanchen's voice, he opened the door and walked into Mo Nanchen's bedroom.Raising his eyes, he was facing Feng Tianjiao's unconvinced face, and a half-dead man.

Song Yanqing nodded to her, turned around and saluted Mo Nanchen: "See the leader."

Mo Nanchen propped his cheeks, glanced at him casually, and said lazily: "Guardian Song, do you know the people on the ground."

Song Yanqing lowered his head and took a closer look, neither the original Guardian Zuo nor Song Yanqing who was here to eat and wait to die for five or six days had never seen this person. "

'Who is this guy. ' Song Yanqing asked in her mind.

[An insignificant but indispensable person, Mr. Song can regard him as a scapegoat. ]

Song Yanqing thought for a while, and replied: "Report to the leader, no, I have seen it."

Maybe it was because of his obvious pause, Mo Nanchen couldn't help frowning, turned his wine glass and continued: "How did Protector Song know that there are traitors in the church?"

Song Yanqing said bluntly, "It's a long story."

"Oh..." Mo Nanchen straightened up slightly, and said with great interest: "Then I will trouble Protector Song to make a long story short."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Tianjiao beside him couldn't help laughing.She patted Song Yanqing on the back and said with a suppressed smile, "Yes, tell me how you know."

Song Yanqing pursed her lips tightly, looked at Mo Nanchen on the bed expressionlessly, and finally choked out a sentence: "Night observation, astrology."

Feng Tianjiao snorted, lowered her head and said nothing, but her body trembled undetectably.

"What a night to watch the stars. This is the first time I know that Guardian Song can also watch the stars and divination." Mo Nanchen chuckled, he sat up, waved to Song Yanqing: "Come on, do the math." When will the seats dominate the rivers and lakes?"

Just as Song Yanqing was about to answer, the system in her mind suddenly prompted: [The leader's dependence on you is 50/100, evaluation, the leader appreciates your wit. ]

Although Song Yanqing didn't take the task seriously, the affirmation of the goal still made him feel happy.

Mo Nanchen was looking at him, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Yanqing knew that as a subordinate, at this time, he should say something nice to make his immediate superior happy.

But his hardware conditions did not allow him to say many compliments, he thought for a moment and replied: "I don't know."

[Mr. Song, the leader's dependence on you is now 0/100, evaluation: The leader's interest has faded, and you are dispensable to him. ]

Song Yanqing sighed and said, "He really has a personality." '

Mo Nanchen couldn't hear the conversation between him and the system, so he continued, "You don't know how to get to me."

Song Yanqing really didn't know when Mo Nanchen would be able to dominate the world, probably in the next life.He did know when Mo Nanchen died on which mountain, but Mo Nanchen didn't ask, and it was inconvenient for him to say so.

Mo Nanchen didn't continue to ask about this matter, he pointed to the people on the ground and said, "He won't open his mouth, what can Guardian Song do?"

Song Yanqing looked back at Feng Tianjiao and said, "Centipede?"

Feng Tianjiao's face turned ugly for a moment, she curled her lips and said, "Hey, it's useless."

Mo Nanchen glanced at the two of them and said, "Since Miao Jiang's poison can't make him open his mouth, then don't waste time on him." He raised his chin to signal them to back off.

The expression on Feng Tianjiao's face was a bit weird, she didn't care about the man on the ground, she quickly walked out first with her fists in her arms.

Song Yanqing walked a step slower, just in time to hear a shrill scream from behind.He glanced back quietly, Mo Nanchen put his hand on the top of the man's head, not knowing what he did.Song Yanqing only saw the man's seven orifices bleeding and then his head exploded.

Mo Nanchen slowly withdrew his hand. He wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief, and said softly, "Is Protector Song okay?"

As he spoke, he turned around and looked towards the door. Song Yanqing stood there stiffly, looking at him motionless.

Mo Nanchen gave a long hum, and Song Yanqing saluted quickly and rushed out.

Mo Nanchen looked away in satisfaction, and he sat back on the soft bed again.A few minutes later, a black figure rushed into the room and called out to the leader in a low voice.

"How's the investigation going?" Mo Nanchen asked.

"Reporting to the leader, Wuji, Xueshan, Kunlun, Jiuhua and ten small and medium sects have gathered in Yong'an County. There are two monks in Northern Shaolin, one civil and one martial arts. It seems that they are just pretending to be famous and do not intend to participate."

Mo Nanchen asked: "My sect has never been involved in disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu, but only communicated with foreigners. What do these sects not go to Wuchangmen to find me here?"

The shadow guard said hesitantly: "Reporting to the leader, the Promise Sect sent invitations to the sects all over the world to discuss... discussing about eliminating demons and defending the Dao. This matter may be related to the Promise Sect."

Song Yanqing felt safer after chasing Feng Tianjiao, Feng Tianjiao winked and said: "See, you are afraid."

Song Yanqing hissed, "It's okay."

Feng Tianjiao laughed, she hugged Song Yanqing and said reminiscingly: "He still needs to brew for a while, you have no chance to see it in the Western Regions, at that time, the old leader had a Shaolin bald donkey in his right hand and a Wuji Taoist priest in his right, alas... If With his old man still alive, the Xuanming Sect has already dominated the Jianghu."

Song Yanqing looked at Feng Tianjiao's proud expression, rubbed his head and felt that he was incompatible with Xuanming Sect.

………………

There are more and more people from the outside world in Yong'an County, and all the Xuanming Sect members in the county have withdrawn to the mountain, planning to go back to the defense.

The alliance at the bottom of the mountain was full of vigor and vigor, and the mountain was peaceful. The leader Mo Nanchen was still drinking wine and watching beauties dancing, and his life was as happy as before.

After Feng Tianjiao handed over someone, she consciously completed the task.It happened that someone sent a batch of old wine.She immediately dragged Song Yanqing to ask for wine, and Song Yanqing followed Mo Nanchen to ask for a jar.

Feng Tianjiao happily walked out with the wine in her arms. Just as Song Yanqing was about to leave, Mo Nanchen suddenly said, "Are you afraid of me?"

Song Yanqing said in her heart, yes, I'm afraid you'll pinch my head.

As usual, he saluted blankly and prepared to leave.

Mo Nanchen continued: "This wine is good wine, don't be greedy."

"By the way, I heard that Protector Song has always been running to my back mountain recently. I haven't asked yet, is the snake meat delicious?" Mo Nanchen patted the wine jar in Song Yanqing's arms, and the wine jar made a few noises. muffled sound.

When Song Yanqing was about to leave, she always felt that Mo Nanchen was not patting the wine jar, but his head.

Feng Tianjiao pulled Song Yanqing back to the small courtyard, she drank the wine in the jar in a few gulps, slapped the table drunkenly and shouted: "Go to his famous and decent family, my old lady killed either the Western Regions or the Miaojiang people, when did you mess with me?" pass them."

As soon as she patted it, the stone table under her hands cracked open, she looked at the long cracks on it, and said with a smile: "When those stinky Taoist priests from Wuji Gate come, I will beat their heads one by one with each hand. "

When Song Yanqing heard her words, the image of Mo Nanchen crushing the dead ghost's head couldn't help appearing in his mind.

He smacked his lips and said, "You all, aren't you worried?"

Feng Tianjiao slapped the table with pride: "What are you worrying about, you and I are sitting in the church, and I want to see who has the ability to fight up the mountain, and you can kill them all by yourself, I'm afraid of the ass .”

As soon as she dropped her hand, the stone table fell apart.Song Yanqing hugged the wine jar filled with cartilage powder, and watched Feng Tianjiao slowly collapse to the ground.

He helped Feng Tianjiao back to the room, when he heard commotion outside.

Decent attack up the hill.

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