The villain brother only wants salted fish

Although the overall strength of human cultivators is weak, the number of people is small, the average cultivation level is low, and it seems that they are not as powerful as the monster clan, but we have Ye Qinghe!

The bloodline is against the sky, the man is handsome and the cultivation base is high, he is not afraid that the monster race will knock his blood and his strength will increase greatly, but he is afraid that the monster race will not knock the blood!The ancient Xuanfeng is connected by blood.

Even if it is just a drop, as long as it is eaten into the stomach, Xuanfeng can control that drop of blood, which can make the eater's body split, break the meridians and destroy the alchemy, and even burn the eater's body and soul with the blood.

It's just so against the sky, it's just so unreasonable.

However, this is the mercy of heaven. Awakening bloodlines is difficult and the population is thin. There is such a long period of weakness before awakening. However, Xuanfeng is the most precious treasure in the world. If it is not for some ability, Xuanfeng would have been killed in his infancy. It's all in one pot.

Ying Yanglian and Ye Bugui watched Ye Qinghe blew himself up, and the whole person was blown up to the size of a palm. They collected the blood foam and meat paste little by little. They believed that Ye Qinghe was dead, so they dared to do so.

The fact is also, after all, in the cultivation world, self-explosion is common, basically the body and spirit explode together, and the soul has to be broken into pieces and dissipated in the world.

However, Ye Qinghe is the hero and the protagonist of the novel, so it is so unreasonable.

There is no suspense in winning this battle.

After all, you can't expect one or two to be tortured to the point of death, and the festering demon cultivators in the Dan Mansion can grit their teeth and stand up and continue to attack. If they don't die in pain, they will scream tough guys on the ground!All of a sudden, the human cultivators felt that they were not fighting but chopping vegetables. With a single sword, they would swipe over a slice. There was no resistance and no sense of accomplishment!It made them all a little disappointed.

Of course, disappointment is disappointment, and it is absolutely unambiguous to do it.This is not called taking advantage of others' danger, it is because the opponents have eaten their own stomachs, so we can't blame them!

Bai Qingyun did not join the battle at the forefront, because he is currently a field doctor in Lingxuan's medical team.

It's the kind that lifts a mangled monk down on the battlefield, urges his spiritual power to heal his wounds in a second, and then throws his partner's jumping monk back to the battlefield. The spirit sword full of poison kills people.

Of course, Bai Qingyun has never learned the art of healing, so his job is to check the injuries. The specific operation is to sit in front, and have the slightly injured be carried to the left for medical repair, and the seriously injured to be carried to the right for medical repair. The sickness was covered with a white cloth and carried to the rear.

This job is not easy, the key point is how to face a bunch of bloody monks without changing their expressions, and distinguish whether the blood on his body is his or someone else's, and whether the wounds on his body are real or fake.

After all, there was a timid monk who was afraid before the battle, spilled pig's blood and cut the crossing casually, trying to escape the battlefield under the pretext of being injured.People like Bai Qingyun have prepared for it for a long time, and stay up late every day with the lights on, afraid that they will make mistakes.

However, his preparation was in vain, and the result of the one-sided battle was that no one was seriously injured, all the wounds were small. Without Bai Qingyun looking at himself, he knew to go to the left, and there were very few people who needed to be carried off the battlefield. It is said that Lingxuan was cracking melon seeds to make tea there.

Bai Qingyun asked Lingxuan to grab a handful of melon seeds. Lingxuan's three apprentices were in charge of minor injuries, and they seemed to be busy. The three of them ran around without touching their feet. Bai Qingyun felt that standing there was a bit in the way. See After a while, he left, taking two fruits by the way.

They must be so busy that they don't have time to eat. As an uncle, they should share the worries of their nephew.

As soon as he went back and sat down, a monk was carried over.This cultivator was unusual, not only did he need someone to carry a stretcher, but what was even more serious was that he had a broken leg and died. Bai Qingyun exclaimed in amazement, and repeatedly put down the melon seeds on it.

This can be regarded as a serious injury today, Bai Qingyun said with concern: "The injury is so serious, you must have fought with the demon cultivator for a long time."

The monk on the stretcher shyly said: "No, I forgot that I was holding the sword halfway through the fight, and I fell from the sky and broke my leg."

".......Oh."

Bai Qingyun withdrew his concerned expression, but after all, this was a rare seriously injured patient, he still held a trace of respect from where he didn't know, and sent the person to Lingxuan with his own hands, shaking the sleeping junior sister awake.

Lingxuan started working without wiping her saliva, and the monk healed the injury with a flash of white light.

It only takes a moment, and you will be alive and kicking - Lingxuan, a master of medicine.

The monk shook his normal legs, thanked Lingxuan but did not leave, but quietly looked at Bai Qingyun who was standing aside.

The gaze was too intense to be ignored, Bai Qingyun stopped eating melon seeds and looked up, and saw the monk slap the floor, flushed from neck to face.

Bai Qingyun, "...you, do you want to take another look?"

His face was so red, it looked like he was injured internally.

"No, no," said the monk, blushing bravely, "Actually, Mr. Jing Ming, there is one sentence that I have been holding back in my heart for a long time."

Such words are like thunder!Alarm bells rang out in Bai Qingyun's heart!

"Then you keep holding on." He was so frightened that the melon seeds fell to the ground, and he retreated directly behind Lingxuan and said, "I don't accept a Taoist couple, single-minded, and desperately in love."

"Did you see that blindingly handsome man standing at the front today? That's my Taoist companion, give up."

The monk was startled, "I know, I saw that handsome man..."

"He's a blindingly handsome man," Bai Qingyun corrected, can Ye Qinghe be described as handsome?His junior brother is clearly extremely handsome!

"I know that I was born well, cultivated to be a good person, very attractive, but I already belong to myself, and I will never accept others."

"I know, I don't mean that." The monk blushed like a monkey's ass, he took out a script book from his sleeve, and quickly explained: "I want, I want Jing Mingjun to mention a word." .”

Bai Qingyun lowered her head slowly, and saw a few large characters clearly written in the scripture book, "Senior brother was contradicted day and night".There are also two men drawn on the cover, as if they are afraid that people will not know what kind of script it is.

You never know how many people in this world have read your fanbook.You never know whether the dignified and upright monk in front of your eyes likes to read scripts behind his back.

"Aren't you a male cultivator?"

Bai Qingyun was in a complicated mood. Looking at the other party's tough face, she thought about the possibility of the other party's disguise as a man.

He remembered that the matter between him and Ye Qing was something that female cultivators like Lingxuan liked to watch.

"Of course I'm a male cultivator, and a male cultivator can also read story books! Jing Mingjun, you are stereotyping and discriminatory!"

Bai Qingyun: ...That's right.

The monk held up the script and gritted his teeth, "Of so many scripts, the one about you and President Ye is my favorite. I have read it for many years, and this one is my favorite. I didn't let it go when I was over the thunder."

No, it's better to let go at such a critical moment as crossing the thunder robbery, really, it's not bad for a while.

"Mr. Jing Ming, I like your scripts. I have liked them for many years. Let me mention a word. When I am ready to accept apprentices, this script will be used as a gift for my apprentices."

"...It's easy to mention a word, and it's free to pass it on to the apprentice." Bai Qingyun took the script and struggled: "I suggest you give me some useful magic weapon pills."

Otherwise, you are very likely to lose your apprentice on the first day of apprenticeship.

Signing is a familiar thing once, but after Bai Ling did it, he became much more proficient, and even drew a little heart on the title page of the book.

After Bai Qingyun signed the script, he returned the script to the other party. I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the monk's face turned redder. When he took the script, his whole body trembled as if he was about to pass out.

Bai Qingyun couldn't help but asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"Okay, very good! I feel like I can't be better!" The monk rushed out of the room excitedly holding the scriptures, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Jing Mingjun mentioned the words, sisters, I'm promising!"

sisters?Bai Qingyun's eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

In the next second, several beams of light rushed over from a distance, and Bai Qingyun took a closer look, all of them were male and female monks holding scriptures, carrying scriptures, and carrying scriptures, all of them were ecstatic , Excited.

"Who got Jing Mingjun's signature? You are so courageous!"

"Yang Yu can do it! Senior Sister sure didn't misunderstand you, please feel happy for me."

"Is Jing Mingjun still there? Is there any chance I can do one too?"

"Aren't you too greedy to do something? You don't have enough people to swallow an elephant, Jing Mingjun, I only have seven books, just look at me!"

Seeing the suddenly dark crowd and Hua Benshan outside, Bai Qingyun took a deep breath, closed the door abruptly, quickly took out a few yellow Taoist talismans and pasted them on the door, blocking people out a second before they rushed over.

It's too scary, how many people have read the scripts of the two of them, can this world of comprehension get better?

Shivering cold.

In order to soothe her emotions, Bai Qingyun took out a handful of melon seeds and wanted to knock some of them to calm the shock, but found that Ling Xuan was still sitting there with a dazed expression on her face.Looking at each other, Bai Qingyun saw Lingxuan slowly take out a bunch of scripts from the spirit bag, and looked at him expectantly.

......Almost forgot, my junior sister was the woman who had started knocking on him and Ye Qinghe decades ago.

It was Ye Qinghe who finally rescued him from this predicament. This domineering male cultivator first tied up the monks piled up outside the door with two chains, and then removed the door with the Taoist talisman with his bare hands, and carried Bai Qing on his shoulders. Cloud is gone.

Bai Qingyun, who was lying in Ye Qinghe's arms, heaved a sigh of relief, and felt that she had escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. When she looked up, she saw that the monks who were bundled up were looking at the two of them with bright eyes, and their eyes were facing each other. Bai Qingyun watched them write Eyes full of messages such as "I've got it", "Innocence is true", "I'll write it when I get back", and so on.

Bai Qingyun silently lowered her head and covered her face.

"Ye Qinghe, let me down."

"Why?"

"There are so many people watching," Bai Qingyun pointed to the monk and said, "It's not very good."

Ye Qinghe frowned when he heard the words, and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't feel that there was something wrong there.

But in line with the instinct to share the worries of the brothers, he commanded the chains to cover the eyes of these monks.

"No one will watch it now," Ye Qinghe lowered his head and kissed Bai Qingyun's face, "No one will feel bad about it."

He only understood the first half of Bai Qingyun's sentence, but did not understand Bai Qingyun's deep meaning.When I feel that I have done the right thing, I still stick to it like a sticky cake, asking for credit and kissing.

Bai Qingyun pushed Ye Qinghe's head away depressingly, feeling that her Taoist companion was not good at thinking, had no tacit understanding with him at all, didn't know what she was thinking, and was so depressed that she was in no mood to cling to him.

Ye Qinghe didn't mind, he didn't kiss anyone's face, the senior brother handed him a finger, so he grabbed Bai Qingyun's finger and kissed from the thumb to the little finger all the way.

Bai Qingyun just knocked out the melon seeds, and today he just knocked out the sweet melon seeds, and there was still a sweet smell left in his hand, Ye Qinghe didn't think it was dirty at all, so he could kiss it right.

A monk's five senses are all keen, especially in the case of loss of vision, the sense of touch, smell and taste will be more acute.Hearing the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, the sound of kissing, the muffled sound of Jing Mingjun's refusal, and even the occasional sound of water, these monks felt that they were dying.

Although they knew that it was impossible for the two of them to do anything in this day and night, but they had read a lot of scripts, and they had seen everything. Even if they told themselves that it was impossible, various images would still automatically pop up in their minds— — Or the one with no clothes on.

puff!

A sudden voice interrupted Ye Qing and the kissing steps. The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and saw two female nuns falling down with blood spurting from their nostrils. The red nosebleeds were like the goddess powder. Flowers fly into the air.

The author has something to say: don’t ask me how handsome I am, I don’t know