Heartthrob, he's always crashing

Chu Qinghan's gaze moved down slowly, sweeping over the roasted and sautéed rabbit pork, his eyes were covered by drooping eyelashes, and he couldn't see clearly, "No."

"Then I'll give you half of it... No, I'll give you more than half." Shen Yanjun hurriedly picked up the leaves and sent them over full of expectation.

You can eat less meat, but you have to increase your favorability.

In the past three years, the number of times he talked with Chu Qinghan can be counted on the fingers, and he finally seized an opportunity so that he must not let it slip away.

"I'm going to participate in the trial meeting tomorrow." Chu Qinghan took a few steps back, and the young man dressed in an ice-blue robe had clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, with some guard in his eyes, "What do you mean by giving me this? "

"Ah? I'm not going to participate in the Trial Conference, so how would I know it's open tomorrow?" Shen Yanjun was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have been greatly wronged, his eyes turned red, and his flesh couldn't be held steady, "How can you Thinking of me like that? Am I that bad?!"

Chu Qinghan frowned, pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly, "En."

"..." Excessive!

"If you don't eat it, I will eat it." Shen Yanjun put the meat back in its original place in aggrieved manner. With a wave of his hand, a pot of brewed tea appeared on the table.

Every time a disciple of the Qiuyan Sect advances in cultivation, they can go to the headmaster to exchange for corresponding rewards based on the relevant certificates.

For example, Shen Yanjun is now in the resplendent period, and his reward is a box of spiritual tea leaves, plus a ring with a space of one square meter that does not change but the internal time is frozen.

When the cultivation base reaches the stage of distraction, the receiving ring rewarded by the sect can even place living things. There are only two in the three realms, and the other one is in the hands of the demon king of the demon world.

The problem is that the leader himself has not reached the distraction period, so the reward is useless.

Shen Yanjun poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. After being bumped into by Chu Qinghan, he only panicked. According to the other party's temperament, he would definitely not report on him after the two met.

But there is a contingency in everything, the best way is to drag the protagonist into the water, he poured another cup and handed it to Chu Qinghan, "After your trial meeting is over, I will secretly cook you a table of delicious food, Anyway, only the two of us know the exact location of this place, and they won't know after eating it."

"When did you learn to cook?" Chu Qinghan didn't answer, and asked with a slightly probing look, frowning.

I always feel that there is some kind of conspiracy brewing behind Shen Yanjun, otherwise why did he suddenly treat him so well after coming to the Qiuyan faction.

And the young boy in my memory can't light the fire, so he can't cook.

"It's just these three years. I figured it out by myself. Try it. I brewed it myself. It's delicious." Shen Yanjun drank all the tea in his cup, and handed him another cup, "Don't worry, This is brewed with spirit tea, which is only good for your body."

"I also have spirit tea."

"It's different, I specially prepared this." Shen Yanjun simply stood up and pushed the cup to Chu Qinghan's mouth.

The latter avoided it subconsciously, but the light and sweet tea fragrance still emerged and lingered to the tip of his nose. The tea fragrance was indeed different from his.

Out of the young man's aroused curiosity, Chu Qinghan finally took it, took a sip, the taste was smooth, lighter than the smell, with a hint of sweetness, "Sweet?"

Why is it astringent and bitter?

"Yeah, I took a lot of effort to brew this pot. If you want to learn, I can teach you." Shen Yanjun picked up a piece of barbecue meat. At this time, the meat was no longer hot, and it was just right to eat.

As soon as it is bitten into the mouth, the meat falls off from the wooden branch. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the seasoning seeps into the meat.

"Hmm~" Shen Yanjun's eyes narrowed into two arcs, and the corners of his lips raised, forming a small dimple, "Rabbit pork is delicious."

Before coming to the Qiuyan School, everyone was an ordinary person who had eaten for more than ten years. After arriving here, they would eat a bland Bigu pill every day, and they would not be able to touch a single grain.

It would be fine if the people around were eating Bigu Pills, but now that Shen Yanjun was operating it, it would bring a lot of excitement to Chu Qinghan, who hadn't had a serious meal for three years.

He quickly drank the tea in the cup, turned and walked straight to his door.

The spirit tea turned into a hot stream in his body, spreading to all limbs and bones, clearing away more than half of the fatigue on his body, and recovering a lot of spiritual power.

The more Chu Qinghan felt it, the more surprised he felt.

"Did you go to bed so early?" Shen Yanjun's mouth was covered with oil stains, and he used the spiritual power in his body to slowly digest and recover.

Chu Qinghan didn't turn his head back. He held his jade plaque with one hand and stuck it on the door. When the door opened and the person was about to enter, he said in a voice that the two of them could hear: "What you say is what you say."

After all, the boy had disappeared at the door, and the door was closed tightly.

Shen Yanjun blinked, and the smile on the corner of his lips grew wider.

There is a saying, if you want to hold the protagonist's thigh tightly, you must first grasp the protagonist's stomach.

……

Shen Yanjun meditated all night as usual to clear away the turbid air from his body. The address chosen by Yupai was very rich in spiritual energy. Before, he only felt that the oxygen here was thin, but now he is completely at ease. He seems to have touched the bottleneck.

Early the next morning, as usual, he was the first to arrive at Jiuquan Gate, and just before he could stand firmly, Fang Qushui ran towards him with his stomach pouted.

"Big apprentice, you're finally here!" The flesh on the man's face trembled following his expression, as if seeing a savior, "Go, let's go save people."

Shen Yanjun watched Fang Qushui take out two teleportation talismans with a blank face, convinced in his heart that it was an urgent matter, he hurriedly exchanged his remaining points for two bottles of Lingyun ointment in the system, and replied: "Okay."

The teleportation talisman is a luxury for them at Jiuquanmen. They have to go to places on weekdays, no matter how far or near they are. If you haven’t learned the magic weapon of sitting on Fangqushui when you learn how to control the sword, after you learn how to control the sword, you will be a uniform issued by the sect wherever you go. sword.

In short, if you can save, you can save.

After spending two teleportation talismans, Fang Qushui brought Shen Yanjun to the trial meeting, "Master, who are you bringing me here to save?"

"Brother!" Just as he was asking, a blaze of red came straight into his field of vision.

After a few breaths, not knowing how the other party moved, Huo Hong hugged Fang Qushui's arm tightly, with tears in his eyes. After looking closely, Shen Yanjun realized that this was a man in a red robe, very handsome. Delicate, but too soft and contrived, "Brother, I really thank you this time, otherwise my mountain gate would be..."

While the man was crying, his phoenix eyes turned and landed on Shen Yanjun. A familiar chill spread throughout Shen Yanjun's body from top to bottom, and he would never admit that he was the one who peeped at him every time he was in the master's class. , exactly the same as this person.

"Master, this uncle is..." Shen Yanjun hid behind Fang Qushui, rubbing the fine hair that stood up just now.

"You don't know me?!" The man in red's eyes widened, full of disbelief, looking like he was going to eat someone.

Shen Yanjun dodged back again, "Forgive me for my clumsy eyes..."

Fang Qushui was busy smoothing things over in the middle, "He is the fifth elder of the Qiuyan Sect, the head of the Mengli Sect, Ruan Su, and he is also the person you will save today."

"Ah?" Shen Yanjun looked Ruan Su up and down for a while, and combined with his identities, he slowly remembered that this person and the master of Duanzhu Sect are both passers-by in the book. They are unknown and have a very low sense of presence. It sets off the green leaves of the male partner Meng Ziyi, but in fact, one of them is in alchemy, and the other is in refining tools, and both of them have reached a pole in the Three Realms.

And as usual, such a flamboyant image should be quite eye-catching.

But according to his observation, the people around him seem to have long been accustomed to the image of Ruan Su, without any strange eyes or excessive indifference.

Is it because of the problem of the original book setting?

It seems that Fang Qushui often mentions that he has a good relationship with the head of Menglimen.

Since he's not a male supporting role, and he's not a cannon fodder who will die suddenly, then it's okay to help, "What can I do for you?"

Seeing that Shen Yanjun didn't refuse, Ruan Su nodded slightly satisfied. He let go of Fang Qushui's arm and explained: "The disciple I selected here broke his leg when he was looking for the elixir, so he can't participate in the competition for the time being. Your ability is not enough, so I borrowed you from Senior Brother Fang."

"Uncle Master, you want me to participate in the trial meeting?" Shen Yanjun didn't expect it to be this help.

"Yes." Ruan Su never looked at Shen Yanjun directly from the beginning to the end, only when the other party replied to him, he would glance at him occasionally, as if he was guilty, and as if he was afraid of seeing what he didn't want to see.

Shen Yanjun shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed, "But most of the senior brothers and sisters will participate in this trial meeting. I'm afraid I'll lose my uncle's face if I'm not good at learning."

As soon as the words fell, Ruan Su's entire face turned pale.

Fang Qushui took the young man two steps away, leaned closer and whispered, "If you help him win one game, he will give us ten high-grade spirit stones, for two games, thirty, and for three games, seventy." .”

"Really?" Shen Yanjun's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true, your master, when did I lie to you?"

"..."

The boy turned around, clenched his fists, and said righteously: "But since my uncle and master have placed high hopes on me, I, Shen Yanjun, will do my best."

Don't ask, just to be touched.

The trial conference is a competition from three aspects, the first is the control of the disciple's spiritual power, the second is the proficiency of the sword, and the third is the one-on-one duel.

Shen Yanjun planned to stop after Yujian was over. With his cannon fodder physique, this kind of one-on-one was easy to meet important characters, which was very dangerous.

Earn as much money as possible within your ability, and once you exceed your ability and endanger your life, you must learn to give up.

In this trial meeting, there were a total of nearly a thousand candidates, of which there were only five new disciples.

They are Chu Qinghan and Dou Chiling from Lushan Sect, Dong Moxiu from Duanzhu Sect, that is, the person with a scar on his face, and besides Chu Qinghan, another person with a full level of spiritual power, Meng Limen is Shen Yanjun, Jiu Quan Du Qiaoqi from the door.

These few participants are the best among the new disciples, but they are not enough to look at those brothers and sisters who have been practicing for decades.

Ruan Su, the head of the Mengli Gate, took Shen Yanjun to sign up urgently, and then his name tags were mixed with those of others, and they were randomly divided into two groups.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xicheng and Shen Yanjun, who were supposed to compete with Chu Qinghan, were divided into a group. The other party glanced at Shen Yanjun, smiled lightly, and said in a tone that he thought he was flirtatious, "Are you really here?" ? Don’t cry when you lose.”

Shen Yanjun was so tired that he felt uncomfortable all over, and looked at him with disgust, "Your opponent is not me, but Chu Qinghan, sober up, you can't even figure out who you are comparing with."

"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, I want to see what you can do in three years!" Zhou Xicheng became furious, flicked his sleeves and walked back to his seat.