Sick Beauty Master Self-Help Guide

"Master, can you touch me?"

Yan Xun said, and put Song Chuyu's hand on his dragon horn.

The dragon's horn is sensitive, but Song Chuyu feels that his hands are more sensitive than the dragon's horn.

As soon as he touched the dragon's horn, he wanted to let go immediately.

No, the main reason is that the apprentice looks so scary.

Song Chuyu must have transmigrated to the pure love of master and apprentice, otherwise how could this apprentice be so crooked.

Is this the master of the legendary high-risk profession?

Song Chuyu wanted to cry but had no tears.

But Yan Xun didn't make things difficult for him, it seemed that he really liked Song Chuyu very much, that's why he took his feelings into consideration.

Yan Xun took Song Chuyu out of the portable space, and Song Chuyu didn't ask him to go to his portable space again.

The main thing is that it is difficult to speak.

It's so embarrassing.

The touch of the dragon's tail just now seemed to be still in Song Chuyu's hand, as if the dragon's tail was still wrapped around his hand.

too difficult.

It's so hard to be a master.

Can you resign?

The two remained in a stalemate for a while, acting as if nothing had happened.

Song Chuyu felt embarrassed, Yan Xun was cheeky and didn't mention it, but the two were as harmonious as they were at the beginning.

Cui Tongtong noticed that something was wrong between the two of them, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he didn't ask.

I don't know how long it has passed, Song Chuyu didn't count the days, but only remembered that the flying magic weapon stopped suddenly. He opened the door and went outside to have a look, and found that the flying magic weapon was parked outside a small town.

Song Chuyu and the others got off the flying magic weapon, and saw a monk standing in the distance, looking at them with a smile on his sleeves.Seeing that they got off the flying magic weapon, he walked towards them in small steps.

"I, Qiu Fing, is a disciple of Jiangyun City's inner sect. This time, the city lord sent villains to meet the three fellow Taoists. The three fellow Taoists are going to Yanhezhou this time. If you need anything, just ask. I, Qiu Fing, will surely Done for fellow daoists." Qiu Bing cupped his hands and said with a smile.

Even though Song Chuyu thought they were thieves, he couldn't take Qiu Bing's face off.

After all, it takes money to do things.

Song Chuyu nodded and asked, "What is that fairy grass you want to pick?"

"A stalk of grass." Qiu Fing said.

Song Chuyu frowned, wondering why this person answered the wrong question.

"What nonsense?" But Song Chuyu asked patiently, adhering to the fact that the other party was the money owner and he was doing things with money.

"It's just a plant of grass." Qiu Bin said with some embarrassment.

What fairy grass, is it called a grass?

The name is too random, isn't it? !

Who took the name.

Yan Xun, is that your brother's name?

Song Chuyu twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at Yan Xun strangely.

Yan Xun was a little aggrieved, it's none of my business with his face full.

Of course Song Chuyu knew that Yan Xun couldn't be involved in this matter, but this name ghost really made people wonder where to start complaining.

"Fellow Daoist, is there anything wrong with it?" Qiu Bing still felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he asked cautiously.

Song Chuyu waved his hand, motioning for the other party to take him into the town.

"The villain arranged the best inn for the three fellow daoists. Thinking that the three fellow daoists were tired from the journey, they probably wanted to rest for one night before going to Yanhezhou." Qiu Bin said with a smile.

Song Chuyu didn't object either. Anyway, the other party pays and they do things. They will do whatever the other party arranges at this moment.

Yan Xun and Cui Tongtong naturally followed Song Chuyu, so they had no objections.

This time the inn had a lot of rooms, and the three of them no longer had to live in two rooms, which made Song Chuyu heave a sigh of relief.

"Actually, two rooms are enough." Yan Xun said suddenly.

"Really? Since Fellow Daoist asked so, why not..." Qiu Bin was taken aback, looked at the three of them in surprise, and said.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Chuyu.

"No, Sanjian." Song Chuyu glanced at Yan Xun, his eyes were full of words and he said one more sentence, just, just, I will kill you.

Naturally, Yan Xun would not refute Song Chuyu, but just looked at him pitifully, and even followed him into his room.

Song Chuyu: Is it over?

"Master." Yan Xun grabbed Song Chuyu's sleeve, pressed Song Chuyu's shoulder, let him sit on the edge of the bed, and sat down himself.

Say, what do you want to do.

Song Chuyu was a little scared, but he still had to pretend to be tough.

Not afraid at all.

Don't be afraid of Song Chuyu, who is dignified and sings his sword.

Yan Xun rubbed Song Chuyu's neck, and said anxiously: "Master, we live together on the boat."

"There are not enough rooms on the boat, but there are enough rooms here." Song Chuyu sighed and moved the other party's head away.

In the room, there were only the two of them, Yan Xun was still a little presumptuous.

Song Chuyu pushed his head away, and he leaned back after a while, saying, "That disciple demolished the room next door."

Song Chuyu: ...

Do you want to do this.

Song Chuyu said in a good voice, "If it is demolished, you will have to pay for it."

"Isn't Master the richest?" Yan Xun blinked and said, "Master has no money, but disciple has money."

Is this a matter of money or not?

The protagonist, you are obviously very smart, so don't pretend you don't understand.

Song Chuyu couldn't help but touch his forehead.

"You go out." Song Chuyu felt that he couldn't give this kid Yan Xun a good face, otherwise he would have to make more progress.

Yan Xun felt wronged when Song Chuyu chased him away.

But when he saw that Song Chuyu's face was really not very good-looking, he didn't dare to stay and pester him any longer. He stood up, took a deep look at Song Chuyu, then turned and left.

Once Yan Xun left, Song Chuyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The little apprentice is too difficult.

Song Chuyu was a little tired, wondering when he would be able to go home.

Although this world of self-cultivation is pretty good, but it is the world in the book, no matter how you think about it, modern society is good.

It was useless to think too much, Song Chuyu took a good rest that day, opened the door the next day, and went to find Yan Xun and Cui Tongtong.

When Song Chuyu went downstairs, she saw Yan Xun and Cui Tongtong sitting at the table. The two looked very harmonious, as if they were talking about something.

Yan Xun's little expression was a little smug, but Cui Tongtong raised his eyebrows with a bit of disdain.

"What's the matter?" Song Chuyu asked casually as they sat down to talk about something.

Didn't think about this past, when asked, both of them shut up and didn't say anything.

exist?

Is there anything I can't know?

Forget it.

Young people have their own secrets, normal.

Song Chuyu thought about it, and didn't intend to ask more questions, but was just curious in his heart.

Qiu Bin also went downstairs at this time, smiled and explained to Song Chuyu, and said that he was here waiting for good news from some fellow Taoists.

Song Chuyu nodded, not caring about the person from Jiangyun City, and led Yan Xun and Cui Tongtong to Yanhezhou.

Yanhezhou is right next to this small town, not far away, it takes half an hour to walk there.

Not to mention that Song Chuyu and the others are cultivators, with the soles of their feet protected against the wind, they can reach Yanhezhou in a short while.

Outside the Yanhe Island, there are dense bushes, leaving only a trail for people to walk.

Yan Xun had previously said that this place was dangerous, Song Chuyu dared not be careless, frowned and released his spiritual sense to explore the front, but found nothing.

Fearing that he would make a mistake, Song Chuyu looked at Yan Xun, and seeing that the other party also shook his head, he felt relieved.

The three of them walked through this path for a long time before they saw a lake. Opposite the lake was a tall mountain.

It can't be called a mountain either, it stands here like a big rock.

Its body looks like it has been cut by a knife, and the whole mountain looks very steep.

Song Chuyu let go of his spiritual sense and looked up the mountain, and indeed saw a different fairy grass stuck on the mountain wall.

"Is that a grass?" Song Chuyu was a little uncertain.

Yan Xun nodded, glanced at Cui Tongtong, seemed not afraid that the other party would know something, and said, "I came here once in the past, but I wanted to find this grass, but it was a step too late, and someone has already taken it away."

"Can't this grass grow any longer?" Song Chuyu frowned.

"Once in 1 years, how many of us can wait for it for 1 years." Yan Xun smiled.

It turned out to be the case.

However, since it is so precious, there should be some kind of spirit beast guarding it here, why is there no movement.

Song Chuyu thought.

It turns out that one cannot say such things.

Not long after Song Chuyu finished thinking, he heard a long howl.

A ferocious beast rushed out of the water, roaring towards Song Chuyu and the others.

This ferocious beast is like a white tiger, but its whole body is pure white. The only difference is...

For some reason, it has a bunch of blue hairs on its head.

Such a stylish beast.

It's also a challenge, as expected of you.

But now is not the time to think about this, Song Chuyu summoned the Ming Sword, opened the barrier, first blocked the opponent's attack, and then greeted him with the sword.

Yan Xun would not lag behind, he summoned Duanhun and jumped up, facing the beast's face and slashing down.

As a nanny, Cui Tongtong naturally stood in the middle behind the two, forming a stable triangle formation.

Originally thought that this beast guarding a plant of grass should be very powerful.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xun chopped off the opponent's streaked blue hair with a single knife, and the opponent sat on the ground with his forehead covered in his buttocks and howled.

He also glared at Yan Xun aggrievedly.

"What did it say?" Song Chuyu looked at Yan Xun.

The dragon is also a beast, it is also a beast, the language should be interlinked.

"I don't know, ask Xiaoqing." Yan Xun shook his head.

Oh, it turns out they don't connect.

Song Chuyu nodded.

When Xiaoqing was released, she thought it was to let her show off her skills and fight with some powerful characters.

Unexpectedly, she was called out as an interpreter.

Xiao Qing had black lines on her face, but she couldn't lose her temper with her young master, so she could only stare at the blue-haired beast.

"It said that you chopped off its beautiful blue hair, you have to be responsible for it, and sign a pet contract with him." Xiaoqing translated and translated, concentrating her spiritual power and turning into a long whip, and she wanted to teach this streaked blue hair a lesson. Mao Mengshou said, "Do you dare to covet our young master?"

"Wow wow wow." The streaked blue-haired beast was aggrieved.

Not to mention, this streaked blue-haired beast is quite similar to Yan Xun.

"Forget it, it's just multiple pets, you can just sign." Song Chuyu waved his hand and said with a smile.

Yan Xun looked at Song Chuyu sadly, thinking that he didn't want this thing.

But there was nothing to do, it wasn't a big deal, Yan Xun still signed a pet contract with the streaked blue-haired beast.

And gave it a name.

It's called Xiaolan.