Another world strategy career with male gods

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Liang Yan motioned to Xiao Ling excitedly, Xiao Ling curled her lips, but the elder brother was complicated and inexplicable.

Su Xing poked his probe out from Chen's side, and seeing everyone's expressions, he knew that everyone was thinking wrong again!

"Since the elder brother thinks this is inappropriate, I'll just let him go." Chen looked back at Su Xing, with a rare tenderness in his tone, "Is your leg injured? Can you still walk back by yourself?"

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It's okay to accompany the protagonist to act in some drama scenes, but suddenly there is an emotional scene, and he is the second male lead, Su Xing said that Xiaochen can't do it!

He was stunned for a few seconds, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

After speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the elder brother.

This flustered expression just gave everyone the feeling that he didn't want to cause trouble for Chen.

Seeing this, Liang Yan wanted to say some more obscenities, but was cut off with a sharp knife by the big brother.

The elder brother said to Su Xing: "Su Xing, right? Just send it over here."

Su Xing nodded, he stood behind Chen's back for a long time, his slightly bent posture made his waist sore, upon hearing the elder brother's words, Su Xing felt relieved.

Just as he was about to leave, Chen turned around and quickly supported him, and said to the elder brother: "His leg is injured, I will give him a ride."

The big brother nodded.

Su Xing raised his head and glanced at Chen Chen, who turned his back on everyone and winked at him.

He understood the meaning of the protagonist's eyes without a teacher, and tried to think about the reaction of a person with a leg injury that he had seen in some TV dramas before. As soon as his leg took a step, he immediately spat out a painful cry " Whoops."

Chen Ruo glanced at him nonchalantly, Su Xing closed his mouth guiltily, thinking that he should have acted this scene before, he scanned the crowd from the corner of his eye, and found that everyone was completely indifferent.

He was a little relieved, not daring to improvise any more, and followed the protagonist limping towards the gate of the outer hall.

Looking at the backs of the two, Liang Yan saw the opportunity to hit Xiao Ling, but this time he didn't say anything stupid to Xiao Ling, but said to the elder brother in a vague way: "These two are really affectionate, look at Chen Fu He looks like he's about to be hugged!"

Thinking of the incredible relationship between the two, the elder brother felt that they would not be tolerated by the world, and he couldn't help sighing: "The way they choose."

"Brother, why are you sighing? Didn't you see that they are all happy? Shouldn't we bless you?" While speaking, Liang Yan turned to Xiao Ling again, the smile in his eyes was about to overflow, "Right, Junior Sister ?”

Xiao Ling stood aside, and when she saw Chen take the initiative to help Su Xing, jealousy had already arisen in her heart. At this time, she obviously couldn't stand Liang Yan's provocation, she couldn't hold back her anger, and retorted loudly: "The two of them are not together. !"

The two were stunned for a second at the same time, and then burst out laughing, thinking it was Xiao Ling who was angry for a while and spoke indiscriminately.

Seeing that the two didn't believe it, Xiao Ling snorted coldly, stomped her little foot, and left the two of them.

While this farce was happening, the side hall of Qinghua Hall was also very restless.

41 Ziyu real person

Let's go back in time, to the time when Su Xing and Chen crossed the winding white bridge in front of the Qinghua Hall, across the Changhu Lake.

The side hall of the Qinghua Hall is the place where Ziyu, the patriarch of the Qinghua Sect, rests and practices all the year round.

Inside the main hall, layers of bead curtains hang down, covering the situation in the depths of the house. A group of serving disciples respectfully stand on both sides. In the back room hidden by the curtains, an old man is meditating in front of the couch.

After a closer look, it is not difficult to find that he is the real Ziyu who cultivated in Lanyun Shenfu a year ago.

It's just that the old man who still had white hair back then has completely white hair on his temples. Not only that, but his face is full of wrinkles, and his old age is completely visible, as if he has reached a hundred years in an instant.

Although the disciples were astonished by this change, they didn't dare to ask more questions.

At this moment, Zi Yu was closing her eyes and concentrating, with cold sweat dripping on her forehead.

A small cauldron floating in front of him, about the size of a palm, rotated steadily and upright. White mist constantly emerged from the cauldron, rose gracefully into the air, and then disappeared suddenly.

This kind of scene happens every day, and everyone is used to it.

However, on this day, something strange happened to the white mist on the cauldron, and it suddenly boiled without wind.

Ziyu in front of the tripod seemed to realize something, and just before the white mist boiled, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Xiaoding.

The small cauldron was still rotating steadily at first, and gradually turned faster and faster, the white mist gushing out from its upper hole also stopped disappearing, entangled with each other, and became thicker and thicker, as if they had condensed into substance, they were changing shapes in the air, one by one It will form a bunch, and then it will form a cluster, and a few thick fogs will suddenly come out from inside, forming an arrow with a clear pointing meaning, pointing to the gate of the side hall.

Ziyu grabbed the tripod in his hand, and before he even had time to put on his shoes, he jumped off the couch and hurried out from the back room.

Seeing the seriousness of the real person, all the disciples rushed out and asked, "Sect Master, what happened?"

Zi Yu ignored everyone, stared straight at the smoke on the cauldron, opened the door and walked out.

He walked all the way in the direction the smoke pointed, feeling extremely anxious inside.

This cauldron is a spirit-seeking cauldron. Since the Sha Ling disappeared, he extracted a few wisps of spiritual energy left in the Lanyun Divine Mansion and placed it in the cauldron. If it was an ordinary spiritual object, the cauldron would show its location immediately, but for some reason The reason is that the cauldron can't show Sa Ling's location.

Ziyu persisted in searching for a year, and it didn't respond until today.

In order to prevent any change, Ziyu hurriedly followed Lingwu and chased after him.

When the disciples saw their suzerain approaching, they hurriedly stopped to say hello, but Ziyu turned a blind eye.

He walked hurriedly through the long corridor of the courtyard, looked up at the direction in front of him, and was a little surprised in his heart: How could the direction pointed by the spirit mist look like Qinghua Hall?

I don't know if it was Zi Yu's illusion, but he felt that the arrow formed by the spiritual mist was gradually becoming smaller and blurred.

Zi Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his steps became windy, almost turning into a phantom.

That is, when he reached the center of the hall, the arrow suddenly collapsed, and the spirit mist on the tripod scurried around like a headless chicken, and suddenly dissipated into the air.

Zi Yu's steps stopped, because he was walking too fast, none of the disciples saw him, at this moment he stopped suddenly, as if appearing out of thin air.

The disciples hurriedly stopped their work and came over to salute.

Zi Yu waved his hand, stood in a daze in the hall for a moment, and walked towards the main entrance of Qinghua Hall.

At this moment, Chen had finished his wake-up call, and followed the steps of the disciples from Mount Everest. Everyone walked to the gate, but before they entered the hall, they looked up and saw Master Ziyu coming out of it.

He didn't wear a robe, and he didn't wear shoes on his feet. He was just wearing a sky blue inner coat, holding a small tripod in his hand, and walked out of the hall with disheveled clothes and no one else around.

After being astonished, all the disciples hurriedly backed away and saluted.

The eldest brother stepped forward and said to Ziyu, "Sovereign? Why are you here?"

At first, Ziyu's eyes passed over the crowd, and he looked down the hall with a heavy face. After searching for a moment, his eyes showed a disappointed expression. When the senior brother asked, he withdrew his dazed gaze and asked the crowd: "Just now?" , have you seen a purple gauze?"

Purple yarn?

Everyone shook their heads.

Chen was standing behind the crowd at this time, although he couldn't see clearly what happened here, he could hear Zi Yu's question clearly.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he remembered the one on Su Xing's body.

Everyone's reaction was expected, Zi Yu concealed the disappointment in his eyes, and said to everyone: "The time is coming, everyone, hurry up and enter the hall!"

After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Chen looked at the direction where Zi Yu disappeared, and lowered his head in thought.

Xiao Ling squeezed to Chen's side, the unhappiness that happened just now miraculously disappeared on her face.

"What's the matter? Little brother?"

Chen came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about the game."

Seeing that Chen ignored her, she immediately smiled like a flower, clenched her small fists and said, "I believe in you, little brother, you will definitely kill your opponent in seconds like the last time you killed Xiao Si in seconds!"

Chen smiled, and the two entered the main hall while talking.

The Qinghua Hall is the holy hall of the entire Qinghua Sect. The interior of the hall is quite majestic and magnificent, and it is divided into three parts.

As soon as you enter the door, it is the place where all the disciples stand and listen to the training. Four dragon-carved and auspicious cloud pillars are like four mighty generals. The stream is endless, called Tianchi hall.In the innermost part of the main hall is a long platform several feet above the ground. In the middle is a crouching dragon and Tibetan phoenix chair. It is made of some unknown material. It is radiant and dignified. The real Ziyu I saw at the door.

He was sitting on a chair with his chest in his chest, his eyes were deep across the crowd, and he was staring at the blue sky outside the door in a daze.

Seeing him at this moment, Chen was startled.

This person was already wearing a sky-blue robe with gold and purple patterns, and black auspicious cloud boots on his feet. He was no longer the messy look just now.

I don't know what kind of speed this real person is. Chen went from the outside to the inside of the door in the blink of an eye. He not only went back to put on his shoes, but also changed into a suit of clothes.

Chen knew in his heart that such skill and speed were beyond his reach at this moment.

Beside Zi Yu, sat four peak palmers.

They saw that the disciples in the main hall had already stood up, but Ziyu seemed to be unaware, with a wandering expression.

The four peak leaders looked at each other, Xiao Jihong quietly called out: "Sovereign? Sue Master?"

Ziyu retracted his gaze, nodded to Xiao Jihong, he shifted his gaze to the audience, and said loudly: "Anyone who can gather here is my Qingyun's pride.