I couldn't fool my junior brother today [Rebirth]

Tiandao said: "So what? It's not just once or twice that Qi Han almost died... If you want me to say, he is an unbeatable Xiaoqiang."

What does Yu Qixian say "Xiaoqiang"?However, the words in Tiandao's mouth are generally meaningless, so he ignored them and continued:

"In short, I have my own reasons for accepting her."

The reason why she was accepted was that Yu Qixian actually had the will to support her.

It is not easy for casual cultivators to practice, and all resources can only be collected and competed by themselves. It can be said that casual cultivators often lick their blood on the edge of a knife to survive.

After the monk Jindan, he can accept apprentices. Yu Qixian has never accepted an apprentice before, and Fu Keman can be said to be the first.

After dawn, Yu Qixian summoned Fu Keman and said to her:

"There is something next, I need you to cooperate with me, but you don't have to worry, I will keep you safe."

Fu Keman nodded.

"Put this thing away, and I will take you to the elders. Then you just have to follow my words." Yu Qixian said.

Surprise flashed in Fu Keman's eyes when he saw that thing, and he immediately understood Yu Qixian's purpose.

"...Master..." She was suddenly moved, and the title that she had initially resisted was finally spit out smoothly.

Yu Qixian caressed the top of her head, which made Fu Keman's eyes blush.

She remembered that when her mother was still alive, she always liked to stroke the top of her hair like this, to lull her to sleep.

***

When Qi Han was suddenly notified that Yu Qixian had found the real culprit who stole the spirit and had taken that person under his family, he was in a daze.

Things ended too quickly, which made him always feel that something was wrong.

He had an intuition that the elves were definitely related to the Lord of the Alchemy Valley, but when he saw Yu Qixian, he couldn't ask.

After that, Qi Han was reinstated as a member of the four major competitions, and without any surprise, he and Jiang Baili both won the first place. The Hao Miao Sect once again won the first place in the four major competitions, and the other three sects lost bitterly.

After the four-door contest was over, Jiang Xin came to knock on Yu Qixian's door as promised, and wanted to take him to the night market with him.

The door opened, and Fu Keman walked out, and when he saw Jiang Xin, he said generously, "Hello, senior."

Jiang Xin looked at her as if he had seen some kind of beast, and when he was about to ask her why she came out of Yuqixian's room, Yuqixian's voice came from afar: "Junior Sister Jiang, why do you want me?"

Jiang Xin then hurriedly said: "Well, senior brother, do you still remember that you and I agreed to go to the night market together a few days ago..."

Yu Qixian's voice paused slightly: "Remember, let's go together tonight, won't your brother come?"

"He said he'll come when the time comes."

"it is good."

Seeing that Yu Qixian agreed, Jiang Xin was all smiles, but before leaving, he did not forget to give Fu Keman a hard look.

Fu Keman didn't let out a sneer until Jiang Xin walked away. It's just the little girl in such a big family who doesn't have to worry about food, clothing and resources, so she can think about things that are jealous all day long. I have never had a chance with these romances.

But her new master is really welcomed by female cultivators...

Fu Keman has no intention of going to the night market to mix in. She has been a casual cultivator for many years, and she can tell at a glance that Jiang Xin's status is unusual, so she tries to avoid it as much as possible, so as not to be held grudges.

**

The night market in Zhoufu Township is not much different from other cities.

This is a very special place, where monks and ordinary people live together. In the night market, there are monks selling all kinds of elixir and spirit treasures, and ordinary people are selling some gadgets and food.

Qi Han got a secret letter during the day, and according to the meeting place, he came to a stall selling wonton noodles in the night market and waited.

He specially changed into coarse linen clothes, and his aura gathered around him, so he couldn't tell that he was a monk unless he looked carefully.

Ordered a bowl of wonton noodles, Qi Han scooped it up with a spoon and ate it slowly. He said that he hadn’t eaten the food of this ordinary family for several years. The monks who established the foundation had no need to eat, and there were countless delicacies in the cultivation world. But nothing compared to the touch this bowl of wonton gave him.

The wonton stall was very busy, the stall owner was busy, and he ate half of a bowl of wontons, when suddenly a person sat next to Qi Han.

Qi Han put down his spoon: "You are here."

"This subordinate has met the fifth prince, and it is inconvenient to salute now, I hope the prince will forgive me." The man clasped his fists at Qi Han.

Qi Han shook his head: "You don't need to call me prince, I'm just Qi Han now."

"How can it be done!" The man frowned.

Qi Han frowned slightly: "Okay, what exactly is your business with me? I'll tell you first, if it's about the Daewoo Dynasty, then you don't need to say it."

"From the day I was taken away by Su Jingshui, I no longer have any relationship with Daewoo."

The man's gaze was fixed, and his expression was slightly bitter: "Your Highness... well, then this subordinate will clearly explain another matter, which is about your biological mother, Concubine Su."

Qi Han's expression suddenly turned serious.

The man dipped his chopsticks in the tea and began to write on the table. There were many people in the wonton stall, and there were many monks in Zhoufu Township, so there was no guarantee that others would hear it.

After the man left, Qi Han sat for a long time, and when the wontons in front of him were completely cold, he stood up and paid the money to leave.

The night market was very lively, and there was the sound of hawking from time to time, but Qi Han only felt that his mind was confused, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly noticed the hustle and bustle around him. Everyone was holding a lantern in their hands, and there were countless sky lanterns being released into the sky. In the dark night, countless light clusters rose slowly, and the scene was beautiful. magnificent.

Qi Han stared blankly for a while, then suddenly realized that it was already the Lantern Festival in the world.

In previous years, the palace at this time would be brightly lit, singing and dancing.

A faint bitterness spread in my heart.

A touch of white suddenly appeared in the corner of the eye, Qi Han looked over and found that it was Yu Qixian.

The other party was standing in front of a stall selling lanterns, carefully looking at the various lanterns.

The stall owner seemed to have said something, Yu Qixian suddenly laughed, and then picked out a small fish lantern.

Qi Han turned around and left quietly. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in a secluded place, holding a lantern in the shape of a small fish in his hand.

It was exactly the same as the one Yu Qixian picked.

His face changed, and a flame rose from his hand, burning the lantern into a cluster of ashes.

But after the burning, he regretted faintly in his heart.

TBC.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qi Han: Mother!

Fu Keman: Mother! ! !

Yu Qixian: ...you are all enough...

According to the end of this chapter, we can know that the younger brother is a rational and contradictory person, referred to as Mensao.

Generally speaking, it will be very hard to talk about love with scumbag authors (laughs)

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