Heartthrob, he's always crashing

"Master—"

Shen Yanjun yelled again, the voice was unusually difficult and full of emotion.

Meng Ziyi stopped, and Yu Jian flew up a few feet, looking down at him.

The protagonist Chu Qinghan stood behind Meng Ziyi, squinting his eyes slightly, watching Shen Yanjun in a gray robe running from a distance like clouds, pursing his mouth and making no sound.

At the same time, Fang Qushui, Meng Ziyi's elder brother, still stood there, but he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was rummaging for something.

Shen Yanjun's gaze quickly swept back and forth between the two, the direction of running suddenly changed, and he threw himself on Fang Qushui's thigh, "Master——"

The corners of Meng Ziyi's raised lips froze, Fang Qushui paused, and the flesh on his face trembled three times, "...what?"

System: [Host, I worshiped the wrong person]

"Master! I want to follow you to cultivate immortality." Shen Yanjun looked up at the fat man with eyes full of admiration.

Fang Qushui was overjoyed all of a sudden, he glanced at Meng Ziyi who was flying Yujian in the air, raised Shen Yanjun's back collar and lifted him up, like a kitten, "You don't want to worship me?" Is the younger brother the teacher?"

Shen Yanjun blinked, forced out two tears, and said with deep affection, "Just now I went to say goodbye to my father's grave and met two tiger fairies. They told me that when I ran back, the first thing I saw was The noble person I was destined for, he is you, Master!"

The young man said half-truthfully, the target person flew too far, he couldn't reach it.

What's more, letting him stay with Meng Ziyi is not as good as staying with Fang Qushui.

There are very few descriptions of Fang Qushui in the book, only that the other party has always been at odds with Mencius Yi, and has a weird temper. On a young apprentice.

"Really?" The smile on Fang Qushui's face grew wider, and he didn't need to look to know that his junior brother must be very angry. The junior brother was not happy, but the senior brother was very happy.

He tilted his ears slightly, there was indeed the sound of tigers roaring down the mountain, he raised his eyes and looked at the young man who was nodding madly by his collar, sneered, and looked up at Meng Ziyi in the sky, "Junior brother, what do you think?"

Mencius didn't change much on his face, with a smile on his face, "Stupid wood is hard to carve, senior brother can do whatever he wants."

"Stupid wood is better than rotten wood, okay, then you can be my apprentice." Fang Qushui chuckled twice, inexplicably having a sense of sight of a wolf with a big tail.

He continued to turn up his sleeve with the other hand, and took out a somewhat worn-out boat-shaped magic weapon from it for a long time. He flicked it in the air, and the boat instantly became bigger. Take my boat?"

Shen Yanjun was lying on the deck of the ship, and when he raised his head, he happened to bump into Chu Qinghan's eyes, and those scrutinizing eyes made him feel guilty for a while.

The smile on Meng Ziyi's face was almost unstoppable, he waved his hand and said, "No need."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and squeezed the spell, Yu Jian flew away.

After Mencius left, Fang Qushui hummed a tune and steered the spaceship to the sect.

And the apprentice he just accepted sat obediently in a corner, his eyes were dull, and he looked not very smart.

[The mission of the host failed this time, there is no point reward]

"Points? What's the use?"

[Gifts can be exchanged in the mall, if the host fails more than three times in a row, the host will be punished]

"What punishment?"

[The host will know after three failures]

Shen Yanjun felt that he was lonely by asking, but it seemed that there was nothing to ask.He broke away from the state of communicating with the system, his obsidian eyes looked around.

This body is about 13 years old, and the previous memories are all about the daily life of Zhongdou Nanshan, but there is still some common sense that should be there.

For example, although this is the world of cultivating immortals, the proportion of cultivators is not large, especially in their small villages, where there may not be one in 100 years, let alone this kind of flying magic weapon, which is rarer than cultivators.

The young man fumbled here and there. Although the magical weapon in his master's hand was old, it was fully functional, like a high-end open-top airship.

Fang Qushui glanced sideways at the young man running around on his own boat, with a faint smile on his lips.

In the future, Jiuquanmen will play some games.

……

The Qiuyan faction is not close to their village, but sitting on the magic weapon, it doesn't take two cups of tea, and the place is convenient. I didn't meet Chu Qinghan and the others on the way, maybe the other party was faster.

The clouds and mist are misty, and the green and white jade gate stands in it, and a plaque is hung directly above it. On the plaque, there are three big gilt characters of "Qiuyan School" written in dragons and phoenixes.

There are continuous mountains behind, and there are occasional birdsong, but there are no people.

When the spaceship rushed into the gate, a white light flashed, and everything changed.

On the mountains that were originally full of trees, there are many majestic palaces with blue tiles and white walls. Duan Zhumen and Menglimen.

Carved marble stairs, with all kinds of strange trees planted on both sides, the mountains overlap, and the monk flying with the sword can be seen not far away.

The aura is overflowing, and it is very lively.

The magic weapon of the spaceship brought people to the most northerly mountain of the Qiuyan faction.

The top of the mountain is flat, and the houses on it are arranged in a ring shape. There are about three circles inside and outside. There is an open space in the center. Several children in crescent white robes are standing.

"Hello, Second Elder—" After saying hello, the children ran away to avoid disturbing others.

"This is the resting place for novice disciples." The second elder, Fang Qushui, did not move, but Shen Yanjun was thrown from the boat by a force, and landed lightly on the ground.

The process was very fast, and he was not given a chance to react at all.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Jiuxiaoyuan to test the spirit root. You should tidy up well, so you don't lose my face." As soon as the words fell, a white jade plaque swirled from the boat and hit Shen Yanjun's head.

The latter leaned back slightly, raised his hand to catch it hastily, and Fang Qushui's voice came again, "This is your room key, and there are things for you inside."

After finishing speaking, the spaceship flew away. After Shen Yanjun shouted "Thank you, Master", he looked down at the sign in his hand, which said '[-]'.

He found his room according to the number, and looked down from the boat, the houses here were small and crowded, and even closer, they were still small and crowded.

A string of runes is engraved in the center of the door, and a groove is left in the center, which is just right for putting the jade tablet in.

As soon as he put it in, a suction force pulled him straight in.

When the strong wind hit, it seemed like being thrown into a washing machine. The gust of wind washed Shen Yanjun's body from the beginning to the end. After a few breaths, when he looked down at himself again, all the stains and bloodstains on his clothes disappeared. No, the wound on his forehead has also healed.

Shen Yanjun stroked his hair that was messed up by the wind, and looked around with lingering fear, afraid that something would happen suddenly.

The house looks small, but in fact it is more than enough for one person. The interior is simple, with a table, a chair and a bed. The table has a piece of clothing on a tray, and there is a small porcelain bottle standing beside it, which should be prepared by Fang Qushui. thing.

It's just that he doesn't have the heart to look at those at the moment.

Tomorrow morning, he was going to test the spirit root, it was like pouring cold water on someone, waking him up.

As a cannon fodder, his own aptitude is very mediocre. Even if he changes to a master now and works hard in the later stage, there will not be much improvement.

What the world of cultivating immortals value is not only hard work, but more importantly, talent.What's more, he was facing a lot of supporting men.

There was a highly praised comment under the article - when Shen Yanjun died, none of the male supporting roles were innocent.

The fact is exactly the same, the male supporting actors who participated in the campaign for the leading role are all favored by heaven, and he can't beat any of them.

Shen Yanjun's face was ashamed, and he staggered and sat down on the bed.

[warn!Excessive negative mood swings of the host were detected]

While he was in a daze, the system yelled at Shen Yanjun soberly. He frowned and raised his hand to pinch the base of his nose, muttering: "You can even measure this? Then can you give me my spiritual root in advance?" Test it?"

[cannot]

"..." Shen Yanjun kicked off the shoes on his feet, turned over and lay on the bed with a quilt covering his head, as if he didn't have to face tomorrow.

After Fang Qushui confirms his qualifications, the Jiuquan Sect will probably have a new handyman.

Shouldn't he be practicing his chores now?

[warn! ]

"Don't warn me! I'm so annoying, and I can't control my emotions. If I still have a chance to fight, how could I?"

The voice of the system went straight to my mind, and it was useless to cover the quilt.

[Drip - trigger the mysterious gift package, whether the host receives it]

"Gift package?" Fan Gui Fan, unable to make things difficult for himself, Shen Yanjun tore off the quilt, revealing half of his hairy head, "Take it."

Before the words could be uttered from his mouth, a tingling sensation covered Shen Yanjun's body in the blink of an eye, as if being crawled by thousands of insects, which made his scalp numb.

After a few moments, the numbness increased in intensity, turning into the pain of being pricked by the tip of a needle.

Shen Yanjun couldn't speak or move, his whole body was completely at the mercy of others, and he could only shout in his heart: "What's going on?!"

[Receiving gift packages, the current progress is 5%]

Shen Yanjun was stunned when he heard it. He endured it for a while, and found that as long as his consciousness was a little loose, the intensity of the pain would immediately increase.

From the numbness at the beginning to the knife cutting at the back, the broken bone was a pain in the heart.

I don't know how long it took, the young man's face was pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he gritted his teeth in his heart, "Dead system, when I can move it, I have to unload it for you!"

This is not a gift bag, this is a punishment!

[current progress 30%]

The passage of time is chaotic.

Shen Yanjun only felt that the bones all over his body were smashed, and by the way he was stirring them together with a stick, and he was almost numb. Occasionally, the pain was severe, and his body would twitch unconsciously.

There was a strong smell of blood rust in his breath, his eyes were black and the other black, and his ears were buzzing, but his consciousness was always clear.

Suddenly his fingers trembled twice, the feeling of being imprisoned disappeared like a tide, the boy turned over on the side of the bed, poked his head out, "Ugh—"

The body hadn't eaten for two meals, and it didn't spit out anything but water.

After going through such a long torture, Shen Yanjun had no strength at all. He held his breath and then lay back down. The pillow was soaked in cold sweat.

The boy moved a little away in disgust, his five senses were slowly recovering, and there seemed to be a bad smell.

Before he could study carefully, the runes on the inner wall of the room appeared, and Shen Yanjun still had no strength to fight back against the gust of wind he felt when he entered the door.

After the wind stopped, the sweat-drenched area was completely dried up, most of the fatigue subsided, and the five senses returned to normal. Apart from being a little weak, I was still very hungry.

Shen Yanjun sat up, his eyes were full of anger, "System, explain?"

"Invite the new disciples to gather in the open space of the center." He was about to settle the accounts when an ethereal but clear voice came from outside the door.

After hearing this, Shen Yanjun realized that it was already the next morning, and without questioning the system, he threw the quilt out of bed, changed his clothes and rushed out of the room with the porcelain bottle next to him.

Is it a blessing or a curse? Is it a disaster that can't be avoided, no matter how miserable it is, can it be worse than him just now?The handyman is the handyman, isn't the most powerful man in Shaomou Temple still the floor sweeper!

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[Current progress... 100%]