Raising a junior brother to counterattack

Approaching a few steps, Shen Chen suddenly stopped, Shen Huai turned his head, and saw that the other party's face was normal, but his eyes were a little dazed, he couldn't help wondering: "What's the matter?"

Just in the blink of an eye, the other party had adjusted his facial expression again, smiling like a spring breeze as always, and shook his head at Shenhuai.

Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, the young boy has something on his mind?

Right!

But as long as it wasn't a big deal, he didn't bother to care about it, so he just nodded and moved on.

At this moment, the two people opposite happened to turn their heads. Wei Minghan saw Shen Chen's eyes flickering, but he didn't ask any more questions. I am getting more and more diligent, and I am really beyond my reach."

At this time, he and Fang Shijun are already in the middle stage of foundation building, but they have such a state in their early twenties. Self-effacing greetings.

Although Kuya is a place facing a wall, ordinary people cannot cultivate in the wind, but there are always a few odd numbers in this world, or their physiques are different from ordinary people, or their hearts are abnormally tough. become famous.

Such people have not existed since Shangxuan founded the sect, but there are very few of them. Therefore, the bitter cliff is both an opportunity and a punishment to a certain extent, depending on personal fate.

Therefore, although Wei Minghan was surprised, he was not surprised.

On the other hand, Fang Shijun was not as well-informed as Wei Minghan. Hearing what the other party said, he was the first to shout, "Shen Huai, why did you go to retreat and reach the peak of foundation building?"

It's just that his focus was a bit skewed. After being shocked for a moment, he couldn't believe it, and immediately felt hopeless and heartbroken: "I thought I could put a sack on you this time and beat you hard, but in the end—"

"Heaven pays me!" He beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Shenhuai: "..."

He has always felt that Fang Shijun is a heretic among the monks with fluffy white clothes and faint fairy aura——

It's a treasure to be able to do this kind of thing as a human being.

Suddenly his wrist tightened, Shen Huai turned his head suspiciously, and saw the young boy had a strange expression, staring at him for several times before asking in a low voice: "Is Shen Huai talking about senior brother?"

At this time, Shenhuai recalled the memories of many years ago in a daze. The young boy seemed to be his fan for some reason. He might have any opinions on this homophonic name. It's a bit embarrassing.

But before he could answer, there was a yelling sound——

It turned out that it was Fang Shijun who saw the face of the person behind Shen Huai clearly at this time, his eyes lit up immediately, his liver no longer hurt, and his heart was no longer congested, he winked at Shen Huai and said: "Shen Huai, you are still in confinement and still have a Little beauty go up."

After finishing speaking, he smiled obscenely. Zhang Ying's bright face made such an expression, which really hurt people's eyes.

Even Wei Minghan, who is used to putting on airs, couldn't stand it any longer. As soon as the folding fan was closed, it knocked off his claws that were about to reach out to Shen Chen.

"Wow!" Fang Shijun's hand trembled, and he withdrew it abruptly. Seeing the red mark on the back of his hand, he immediately pointed at Wei Minghan with trembling fingers, as if he was going to bite him.

Wei Minghan's expression remained unchanged, he casually pressed down his fingers with a fan, and raised his chin towards Shen Chen: "Do you think everyone is the same as you? This junior is already at the early stage of foundation establishment."

"Huh?" Fang Shijun was indeed distracted, blinked at Shen Chen, and opened his mouth in disbelief.

Speaking of which, in the realm of comprehension, there are very few female cultivators, and it is common for men and women to marry each other. In addition to Shen Chen and Yan Sheng, it is not surprising that Fang Shijun originally thought that way. Really thin and light.

Shen Chen didn't care at all, at least on the surface, his face remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard Fang Shijun's words at all, he nodded and smiled at the two of them generously: "Hello, two senior brothers."

Looking at a thick-skinned person like Fang Shijun with his upright eyes and warm smile, he couldn't help but feel his skin getting hotter, and felt that his thoughts were dirty.

Can't help but think, that's right, judging by the age of the other party, he is still a young boy, wouldn't he be a child eight years ago.

As for why Shenhuai brought a child up in confinement, I'm sorry he hasn't thought of such a complicated thing.

Standing with folded arms, Shen Huai just watched Fang Shijun's tricks, and then praised Shen Chen's calm reaction. He deserves to be his little devil.

After a while, the four of them headed to Lingxiao Peak, the newly assigned cave after Qing Lu was promoted to elder.

Along the way, Wei Minghan gave a thoughtful overview of the major events that happened in the past eight years, interspersed with anecdotes, which sounded very interesting. In fact, Shen Huai always thought that the other party was a master storyteller.

On the way, Fang Shijun continued to find fault and yell, and he was not lonely along the way.

After arriving at Lingxiao Peak, because it was Shenhuai's first return to the peak after being out of the ban, Wei Minghan and Fang Shijun were inconvenient to visit, so they both left first.

After the two left, they saw that Shen Chen was still looking at the somewhat blurred white sword light, and Shen Huai waved his five fingers in front of the other party.

Shen Chen narrowed his eyes, immediately grabbed the other's palm, turned his head, and looked at Shen Huai with burning eyes: "Senior brother's common name is Shen Huai?"

Seeing the little boy who had always been modest and well-behaved showing some edge, Shen Huai folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Not bad, how is it?"

The young boy eagerly took a step towards him, there was only a finger distance between the two of them, so close that their breaths were intertwined with each other, but he didn't notice it, and asked: "Why did you choose such a name, brother?"

"..." Shen Huai paused, and looked at the other party speechlessly: "What do you mean, why did I choose this name? Could it be that I chose the name myself?"

The young boy's expression froze, he was anxious, and he wanted to shout out, "Others didn't get it by themselves, didn't you, the one who took the house and was reborn, didn't take it by yourself?" Nothing can be said.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions that were exposed, and looked like an obedient little sheep again: "Senior brother, I lost my composure."

It doesn't matter, as long as he is still by his side, he will find out. If the other party doesn't want to say it, he will find the answer by himself, whether it is a coincidence or what he thinks.

He stopped talking, but Shen Huai asked suspiciously: "Is there something wrong with this name? Why do you care so much and ask repeatedly?"

He asked this question, but Shen Chen doubted his guess, he tentatively said: "I just think that the name of the senior brother is very similar to that of the monster clan Phoenix King Shenhuai, it's just a coincidence."

Shen Huai smiled, shook his head, and Shen Chen's eyes lit up.

But Shen Huai explained: "I also thought it was a coincidence, but Master once said that King Feng was kind to my parents and people, so he named me Huai to commemorate me."

Shen Chen's complexion remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes was dim, and he nodded slightly: "I see."

Seeing this, Shen Huai raised his eyebrows secretly, could it be that he also saved the little boy before he knew it?

He said with emotion: "Speaking of which, Xiaochen and I both have the same surname Shen, so maybe we were in the same family 500 years ago."

But without waiting for Shen Chen to answer, a voice came from a distance, as if ringing in the ears of the two of them, with obvious displeasure in their indifference: "Hurry up and get in here, dawdling outside."

Hearing this unfamiliar voice that had not been heard for several years, Shen Huai frowned, knowing that it was Qing Lv who was in a hurry.

As a master, he can't take the initiative to greet him, otherwise he really wants to go to the bitter cliff to catch the disciple back, but it's fine if the disciple is slow, he has already reached the top of the mountain, and he still dawdles like this...it's really unfilial!

It's hard to gossip, Shenhuai smiled helplessly, and led Shen Chen in a few quick steps.

Seeing Qing Lu's face with white eyebrows and long beard but tight skin, he took the lead and said: "This disciple is not filial. I have not served by my side for eight years. I hope Master will forgive me."

That expression was as sincere as it was, as sincere as it was, Qing Lu's face couldn't help but calm down, but immediately, his mind was seized by another thing: "You... You have already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment?"

Shenhuai knew that Wei Minghan and the others would only find it miraculous, while Qinglu was more concerned, so he couldn't help pushing Xuan Xing out immediately, claiming that the suzerain saw his extraordinary talent and couldn't bear to bury him, so he entrusted him to use the wind to practice The secret method and so on.

When he said that, Qing Lu really dispelled some doubts, after all... I didn't see Xuan Xing even put children in it, so it can be seen that she is really special to Shen Huai.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but feel relieved, glanced at Shen Chen, reckoning that this secret method plus strong wind is quite remarkable, even a waste material can become a genius, so he didn't worry about it.

Then there was a superficially calm question, but Shenhuai listened respectfully. Just when he thought he was about to finish, Qinglu suddenly gave him a task - go to the desolate secret realm to practice.

The Canghuang Secret Realm is said to be the former site of the Canghuang Sect, an ancient immortal sect thousands of years ago. For some reason, it fell down. In order to preserve the orthodoxy, a senior expert in Canghuang left the secret realm and opened it every hundred years for those who are destined.

Although no one has inherited it for thousands of years since the appearance of the desolate secret realm, the countless magical treasures and spiritual plants in the ancient immortal sect are enough to make people flock to it.

Speaking of which, this year is the time when the secret realm of the desolation will be opened, and Shangxuanzong, as the head of the four great immortal sects, will naturally send many disciples there.

However, Qinglu asked Shenhuai to go there not for the magic elixir, but more for the experience. In his eyes, Shenhuai was always the young man who was blinded by hatred and only knew how to practice quickly. Eye-opening.

Regarding this, Shen Huai expressed helplessness, but he did think a little bit.