On the Correct Posture of Probation of the Villain

Is this woman sexist?

Nangong Yin rolled his eyes in his heart, with a half-smile on his face: "Of course there are men in Qingming Building, if the girl feels that she can't talk to me, I'll go back right away, how about sending another man over?"

Hua Qianchun looked at her, and saw that although she was a woman, she was tall and straight, with a strong aura, she felt as if she had seen it somewhere before, and didn't answer Nangong Yin's words, and asked in a low, hoarse voice with a deceptive tone. : "Miss Nangong, have we met somewhere?"

The expression on Nangong Yin's face remained the same: "I don't have a habit of liking women, and Miss Hua's accusation sentence is too old-fashioned."

Hua Qianchun withdrew the coquettish look on her face, and shook her head: "Miss Nangong doesn't seem like a girl, so let's get down to business."

With a wave of Hua Qianchun Subai's hand, a torn book was delivered from afar, Nan Gongyin reached out to catch it carefully, flipped through a few pages to make sure it was genuine, and then threw the jade slip in the storage bag over.

Hua Qianchun was not angry either, and after catching it, he half leaned on the beauty's couch and said angrily: "Looking at you, it seems like we are the sellers. Your attitude towards customers is really bad. Do you really survive until now by doing business?"

"Flower girl." Nangong Yin yelled like this on purpose, in this world there is no ambiguity between flower girls, and Hua Qianchun didn't think there was anything wrong with Nangong Yin's yelling like this.

"You exchange half a fragmented history book for us for a copy of the ancient recipe of Xueyu Wan, which should be extinct. Since you got a bargain, don't ask the seller's attitude." Nangong Yin put the fragmented book into the storage bag, turned around and prepared to leave, not wanting to be here Jiuliu, "One-handed transaction, the transaction is cleared, I will leave."

Hua Qianchun frowned slightly. The origin of the Qingming Building is unknown. Since the cultivators appeared in front of ordinary people six years ago, this Qingming Building seems to have risen from the ground.

Finally, this time I met Nangong Yin who had a higher median score in Qingming Tower...

Hua Qianchun asked to stay: "Miss Nangong, there is a banquet in the mansion tonight, why don't you stay and sit for a while?"

Nan Gongyin just pretended not to hear, and didn't enter the oil and salt, walked a few steps, and the person had already left the room and disappeared, Hua Qianchun gritted his teeth, originally he was just caressing Chu Li's hand intermittently, and tightened his five fingers Touching Chu Li's chin, Chu Li frowned in pain, but dared not make a sound.

At this time, the other hand had distinct joints and slender fingers. One could see that it was a man's hands brushing Hua Qianchun's hand: "Back off, you guys."

Chu Li and the others hurriedly knelt back and left the room. The man lowered his head, Hua Qianchun had already got up and leaned in his arms, and he hugged her: "Xiaochun, why is your temper still so childish? What is there to be angry about? .”

"Brother." The coquettishness on Hua Qianchun's face disappeared, and her face was full of anger, like a spoiled child.

"Kill Nangong Yin!" Hua Qianchun gritted his teeth, and said in a sinister tone, "I hate this kind of arrogant woman the most, goug her eyes out!"

Hua Qianhuan lowered her head, her face seemed indifferent, but her hands were very gentle, she gently stroked her sister's head like a brother comforting her sister and said softly: "Don't be angry, if I meet Nangong Yin next time, I'll take care of you." Gouging out her eyeballs for you to calm down."

Hua Qianchun laughed "giggle" when he heard him say this, and then said in a soft voice: "No need, I'm just being angry, by the way, brother, I got the prescription of Xueyuwan, and your body The old wound will definitely heal now."

Hua Qianhuan hugged Hua Qianchun and sat down slowly, seeing the innocent and happy look on his younger sister's face, the viciousness just now was like an illusion, the indifference on his face faded a little, revealing a little bit of undetectable sadness.

Outside the National Teacher's Mansion and in the inn, Feng Ling'er drank three cups of tea. Xu Nian also felt that the waiting time was a bit long, and Chu Heng frowned slightly: "Senior sister Zhu Yu and the others have already left Yongzhou?"

Although he said this, but Xu Nian thought about it, even if Zhu Yu and the others left, they would not leave without saying goodbye. No matter how he thought about it, things were going in a bad direction.

"Maybe they have something to delay." Xu Nian tried to think of a better place, but thinking of Chu Li who came all the way, and the mysterious national teacher who likes to collect beautiful young people, he secretly thought that he would not be with that country. It's about the teacher.

Chu Heng couldn't see his little brother wasting his mind and energy, and didn't want him to think too much, so he comforted him by speaking: "Zhu Yu's foundation-building period is Dzogchen cultivation, and other people's cultivation is not weak. This time I went down the mountain for experience. They are disciples of the Sanqing Sect, who would dare to hurt them."

Feng Ling'er listened to the conversation of the two senior brothers, and knew that she couldn't reach Senior Sister Zhu Yu and the others. She took out a small handkerchief and wiped her mouth, feeling relieved: "Maybe the senior sister and the senior brothers went to play after finishing their tasks. That’s why I didn’t reply in time.”

Feng Ling'er said this, Chu Heng turned his head, Xu Nian also looked at the past, a man walked straight towards Feng Ling'er, he stood in front of their table, looked at the small handkerchief in Feng Ling'er's hand, the handkerchief One corner is embroidered with the blue script "Sanqing".

"How many are the disciples of the Sanqing Sect?" The man glanced at the three of them with a clear expression on his face, especially when he landed on Chu Heng, he was amazed.

"I am cultivating in the sixteen cities of immortality, Zhang Jinfei, a disciple of Yuncheng." This man was dressed in moon white soap clothes, his hair was tied with a jade crown, his eyebrows were handsome, and he looked like a gentleman. Take a step to speak?"

There are Sanqingzong in the north, and there are sixteen cities of Xiuxian in the south, and the head of the sixteen cities is Yuncheng.

Xu Nian didn't expect to meet disciples from other sects. Chu Heng was also slightly surprised, and Feng Ling'er looked at this person with suspicion. Chu Heng was only [-] or [-] years old when he started his cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Stage, so his expression was a bit more serious.

He moved his mouth, and the secret voice came to Chu Heng's ears: Three inner disciples of my cloud city were lost in Yongzhou, and there is no news so far, maybe there is something strange in this city.

Chu Heng looked serious, nodded to Xu Nian and Feng Ling'er, and got up first. Xu Nian and Feng Ling'er didn't know why, but they still left their seats with Chu Heng.

The three of them followed Zhang Jinfei all the way from the main road to the small alley, and then from the small alley to the small alley. Along the way, Chu Heng also roughly talked about the situation that they could not contact their senior sisters and brothers. Zhang Jinfei also explained that their disciples from Yuncheng came to Yongzhou Experience the last thing you lost touch with.

Finally, I entered a small courtyard with three entrances and three exits. In the small courtyard, vine trellises were built, and the top of the head was lush. I entered the innermost room. I came to Yongzhou to find senior sisters and senior brothers, but I also couldn't get in touch."

Chu Heng and the others looked at Uncle Zhang Jinfei. Although he called him Uncle Martial, he looked like he was only 26 or seven years old.

The man was sitting upright behind the short table, and the long piano was placed horizontally on the short table. He raised his head and his eyes fell on Chu Heng.

Several people only felt that this person's gaze was almost indifferent, and his temperament seemed to be lonely, and it was more like the snow on the top of the mountain. Because of this lonely temperament, he was wearing a white Taoist robe with blue edges. The white part is as white as snow, and the cool blue looks even colder.

"Yuncheng Zhang Luoran." The man's gaze finally fell on Chu Heng, and when his voice came out, he was really like others.

Xu Nian thought about it, and felt a little familiar, and then thought of the Mr. Tingyin who was in the same car when he came to Yongzhou. After a quick look, the temperament of the two people is really similar.

"Shangqing Peak, Chu Heng of the Sanqing Sect." Chu Heng seemed not to care about the indifference of his tone, and replied in a gentle voice, "This is my junior brother Xu Nian, and junior sister Feng Ling'er."

Zhang Luoran nodded slightly, and a few more people came in from outside the door, and they all saluted Zhang Luoran first. Seeing Chu Heng and the others, Zhang Luoran signaled that there was no need to avoid them, and these people began to report.

"Ghosts have been haunting the outskirts of Yongzhou. I sent my disciples and several fellow Taoists of the Sanqing Sect to deal with this matter. Before this, Ah Qi and the others had been passing on the news, until Hua Qianchun, the teacher of Zheng Guoguo, also came here under the banner of exorcising ghosts. After leaving Yongzhou, the news was cut off."

Another person continued: "The tracking charms carried by Ah Qi and the others finally sensed that the place was the downtown area of ​​Yongzhou City. We also inquired about a rumor that on the day Ah Qi and the others lost contact, Hua Qianchun arrested a few more in broad daylight. A beautiful young man returned home, and he was described by passers-by..."

The man paused, with a slightly ashamed expression on his face: "Three of them seem to be Ah Qi and the others."

Zhang Luoran looked at this person with some puzzlement, and another person explained: "Hua Qianchun likes to keep noodles, and loves beautiful boys the most."

Xu Nian and Chu Heng looked sideways, their eyes met, and they could see what the other was thinking, except that Zhu Yu and Nishang were girls, Yin Nanfei, Zhong Qianyi and Meng Meng were handsome and beautiful young men, could it be... Has Qianchun been caught in the mansion as a noodle chef?

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Nian wanted to laugh, but was also slightly horrified. If Hua Qianchun was really responsible for the cultivation of the five of them at the foundation stage, this Hua Guoshi would be more unfathomable than they imagined.

"Several fellow daoists." Zhang Luoran looked at the three of them, "How about going to the National Teacher's Mansion together?"

Chu Heng couldn't see Zhang Luoran's morality, knowing that he must be above the Golden Core stage, he was already surprised and wondered how deep the flowers were, but now that Zhang Luoran was willing to take the lead, he thought about it and went to Xu Nian again and again, Xu Nian nodded, and Chu Heng agreed.

The disciple of Yuncheng over there said: "Since Hua Qianchun came to Yongzhou, he has held banquets every night. The people he invited ranged from officials, garrison officers, wealthy gentry, and ordinary scholars. It is rumored that tonight is even more grand. Lou invites Mr. Tingyin to play the piano himself."

Zhang Luoran didn't understand why he said this. This disciple was in the Dzogchen realm during the foundation building period, and he was close to the door of Jindan. He continued neither humble nor overbearing: "The disciple also entered the National Teacher's Mansion to inquire, but the mansion is very strange. Not to mention being suppressed, the road couldn't turn around, and I still ran into a young man who followed behind secretly before I walked out of the National Teacher's Mansion."

When he said this, Zhang Luoran paid more attention to this matter, and it was not because he wanted to fall from the sky with great fanfare, making mortals kneel down and call immortals.

"Then let's meet for a while at night."

Zhang Luoran decided that Chu Heng and Xu Nianzi were not qualified to say anything.

In the State Teacher's Mansion, Hua Qianchun took out the jade slips to her brother, Hua Qianhuan brushed the jade slips, and the contents emerged. There are three kinds of medicine primers needed for Xueyu Pills, one of which is the medicine that needs to be lived in the Yellow River thirty miles away from Yongzhou. Centuries-old copper fish scales.

"Let's go get the copper fish scales now." After Hua Qianchun finished watching, he got up without hesitation. There are Zhenhe beasts at the bottom of the Yellow River. The copper fish that have lived for a hundred years must be the relatives of the beasts. He is more sure that Hua Qianchun will go with him.

The two brothers and sisters walked out of the room, Chu Li was waiting outside the room, saw Hua Qianchun came out and bowed, behind him, the Tingyin boy with his head bowed and holding the piano also appeared, Hua Qianchun glanced at the corner of his eyes, stopped, Tingyin boy noticed He raised his head and met Hua Qianchun's face.

A flash of surprise flashed in Tingyin's eyes, Hua Qianchun brushed his face with Koudan-dyed fingertips, and looked at him with affection in his eyes: "Oh, it really looks like it, if you don't look up, just look at the person holding the piano Look, this whole body temperament..."

Mr. Tingyin only felt the voice was soft and charming, his eyes were affectionate, his cheeks flushed before he knew it, and he looked at Hua Qianchun bewilderedly, at this moment Hua Qianchun suddenly tightened his five fingers, clutching his chin and said in a serious tone: "What do you mean?" What, do you deserve to be like him too!"

"Xiaochun."

There was a sighing sound, and one hand grabbed Hua Qianchun's hand, and Tingyin's son felt that the hand that seemed to be crushing his jaw was loosened.

He panted loudly, all infatuation and affection were gone, the piano in his hand had already fallen heavily to the ground, but he felt as if he had just passed through the gate of hell.

Trembling again, I looked at Hua Qianchun slightly, and saw that the woman was hugged by the man beside him, who was patting her on the back to comfort her, but the woman was crying and laughing, and said in her mouth: "I'm going to die soon!" I forgot about him, I almost forgot what he looked like, it's been 20 years since I left..."

Hua Qianchun stretched out the word "la", and the man who hugged her had already forcibly led her away, but Mr. Tingyin could faintly hear Hua Qianchun singing a song on his own.

It seems to be, what are you a little friend, heartbroken or something, in short, it is an unrefined word.

Master Tingyin was startled and said, Zheng Guoguo, who likes to feed Hua Qianchun, is actually a lunatic.