I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

Xianjun's coercion was very bearable, even Dong Zhuo was forced to take half a step back, sweating profusely.In a hurry, he raised his eyes while wiping his sweat, who would have caught a glimpse of Shen Lou's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling out of the corner of his eye.

Dong Zhuo was furious from the glance of the gaze. Seeing that the lord was bewitched by the devil, he became more and more sure of his guess. His anger was full, and he didn't care about etiquette: "The lord's words are wrong. If Dong Zhuo Let him go, this devil may destroy Wuzhou."

"What kind of devil is not a devil? I don't know what you're talking about..." He Tingfeng frowned, feeling somewhat repulsed by these two words for no reason.

Shen Lou was born with no cultivation roots, and was called "trash" all over the place since he was a child.Later, when he ascended to become a saint, there were very few people who did not have eyes.Now Dong Zhuo bites the monster one by one, as if the scene has been brought back to the previous point, it just happened to trample on his bottom line.

But in the middle of speaking, two soft "Master" came from his ear, and then his tight forearm was touched lightly.

Before he had time to teach others, He Tingfeng was still feeling a little uncomfortable, and after turning his head with a frown, he caught a glimpse of Shenlou's red eyes, with small pools of tears in his eyelids, as long as the master gave an order, he could turn around at any time. come down.

He Tingfeng's emotions instantly dissipated.

"Master... It's not good to be all disciples. Don't be angry with President Dong because of me." As soon as the words fell, the crumbling clarity slipped down the corners of his eyes.

The wet marks were clearly visible, and he seemed worried that He Tingfeng would be upset by his tears. He quickly wiped it off with his sleeves, but the red marks around his eyes couldn't go away.

Everyone who witnessed Shenlou's face change: "???"

Yingfeng was flustered, stunned, speechless for a long time.I wondered if they were deaf or blind, and they actually saw such shameless people in their lifetime.

Only Dong Yixiu, who was standing on the side watching the play, let out a laugh out of time.

He Tingfeng was successfully distracted, and coaxed his apprentice in a low voice for a while, but still felt a little flustered, and finally had to stand on tiptoe slightly and wipe away the remaining tears on Shenlou's cheek with his thumb.

These righteous elders dared to bully Shenlou in front of him, but behind their backs they might say how ugly it was.He Tingfeng didn't even dare to think, if those beautiful wounds on his apprentice's body were inscribed by these people...

How cautious he was towards Shen Lou, how furious he was when he turned around, the broken jade condensed directly in the palm of his hand, and regardless of any rules and etiquette, when the blade turned, it turned into ice blue all over.

He Tingfeng had no expression on his face, his eyes were undisguised indifference, his sword drooped and stopped a finger away from the ground.The voice was low, slow and serious: "Let's end the revenge of bullying my apprentice today."

These so-called immortal families have never seen such a battle, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.They couldn't help looking at each other, and they all began to recall who bullied Shenlou.

Until the end, everyone shied away from each other, and no one blamed themselves.

That Zhou Ying originally thought that Xianjun could give him three points, and tried to smooth things over: "Xianjun, how about this..."

But before he finished speaking, the Broken Jade Sword slashed towards him.The others looked at him in disgust, and said without using their brains to think about it, He Tingfeng didn't even give Dong Zhuo face, how could he stop because of him.

The rest of the people were not spared either, only hearing He Tingfeng's short sentence "Let's go together", they were also involved inexplicably.

The elders headed by Zhou Ying, even if they were crying for their father and mother and wanted to escape, Duanyu, who was full of sword energy, grabbed his ankles and rejoined the melee.

However, no matter how furious He Tingfeng was, he still insisted on going to the end. If these people accidentally lost their lives, Wuzhou's major and minor matters should be handled by himself, so the rational fairy restrained himself and avoided everything. Lethal.

The Broken Jade Sword is not like his master, it does whatever it wants, it just pokes at the painful spots, just to express its bad breath.

So much so that in the end, the people who were standing aggressively outside the Supreme Qing Palace all fell to the ground in disgrace.Broken sleeves with broken sleeves, dirty hands with dirty hands, there is no trace of self-proclaimed immortal family.

Although they were beaten up hard, even the wounds were hardly visible, but these elders who had been leisurely for nearly a hundred years still couldn't afford to lose this old face.Pretending to be seriously injured, crying again and again, lay on the ground and refused to get up.

Only Dong Zhuo stood firmly on the spot, and President Dong's face was covered with ashes, looking very funny.The son, who had a premonition of danger and ran away ahead of time, just escaped the catastrophe, and laughed wildly for a long time.

Even in the face of opponents dozens of times higher, He Tingfeng never shook his hand, holding the Broken Jade tightly with one hand, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.

The white curse seal on his forehead gradually faded, and he kissed him with thin lips, and only said three words indifferently: "Do you still want to fight?"

Xianjun's words obviously did not exert pressure, but the elders on the ground who were obviously pretending to mourn quietly shut up, and no one dared to touch He Tingfeng's bad luck again.

During the competition just now, Zhou Ying was probably the one who was beaten the most.At this moment, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was crying softly. His pitiful appearance was probably not a disguise.

In fact, up until now, Shenlou still felt a little flattered, his adoring eyes never left He Tingfeng for a moment.

Looking at the moon-white figure, Taxue Wuhen easily swept down a large area on the opposite side.

Wu Chi Dong Zhuo was probably the only one who benefited from this unilateral beating, his eyes lit up, he folded his hands up and down, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you Xianjun for your advice, Dong Mou suddenly realized."

But everyone else except Dong Zhuo covered their swollen and painful faces in a daze, watching He Tingfeng nod lightly, as an admission that this was a martial arts instruction.

Zhou Ying gave Dong Zhuo a vicious look, and thought that if it wasn't for this reckless man, they wouldn't be in this situation today, this old bastard is really stupid to take the beating as a lesson.

But he didn't dare to put such eyes on Xianjun, one beating is enough, there is no need to take the initiative to stretch his face over like Dong Zhuo.

The broken jade dissipated in the palm of his hand again, He Tingfeng completely ignored some people's angry gazes, in his perception, there was nothing that could not be resolved by "contest".

So he gently moved his fingertips back, holding a certain Lord Demon King who was still in a trance, as if he was comforting and venting, his voice was filled with spiritual power: "From now on, if anyone dares to disrespect my disciple again, what happened today That's the consequence."

Shen Lou stared at He Tingfeng's hands for a long time, the knuckles were white and smooth, without the rough feeling that martial arts practitioners should have, and this was more of an advantage enjoyed by ascenders.Therefore, when it is placed on the back of his hand, it looks particularly slender.

He endured for a long time, but still failed to let reason gain the upper hand, and quietly put his other hand on the back of Master's.

He Tingfeng didn't seem to realize that this behavior was too intimate at all, he was totally unprepared for Shen Lou's movements, and even took the initiative to relax his arms and stretch his knuckles, just to let the other party hold him tighter.

But in the eyes of the so-called righteous way, this scene has a different flavor.But thinking about being beaten to the ground not long ago, at this moment, no matter who chooses to keep their mouths shut.

On the contrary, Dong Zhuo, who has always been unaccustomed to Shen Lou, did not criticize him. Perhaps in his eyes, this kind of action is similar to the intimacy between mother and child, and it is unlikely to attract his attention.

And Dong Yixiu, who watched the play for a long time, was shocked by this martial arts competition that he had rarely seen in his life, and he knew the "black hand behind the scenes".He couldn't help but secretly gave a thumbs up to Shen Lou who was still pretending to be wronged.

Hint: Look, only the young master understands you!

But the next moment, I heard Dong Zhuo's thick and resonant voice, with a respect he had never heard before: "The martial arts of Xianjun are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Dong admires it very much. I heard that Wushangqing also recruited foreign students. Xianjun is kind-hearted." , I wonder if it is possible to take me, a playboy, as an apprentice?"

Dong Yixiu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and there were buzzing sounds in his ears. He didn't know what bad luck he had, so he hurriedly stopped his father on a whim: "Father, what are you doing! I won't go!"

"If Xianjun is willing to accept you, that's your honor. Your skin is itchy, don't you dare to talk back to your father?" Dong Zhuo hit him on the head hard, and then apologized repeatedly to He Tingfeng.

He Tingfeng glanced at Dong Yixiu, only to see that the young man was covering his head, still unable to speak.Although Wu Shangqing has no plans to recruit disciples for the time being, it is not impossible to comply with the leader's request.

After all, he just beat him up, so he has to give him something sweet, right?

So He Tingfeng nodded lightly, and unconsciously poked on the back of Shenlou's hand with his fingertips: "I am no longer accepting disciples, but if President Dong is willing, your son can move to Wushangqing today to practice with other disciples."

Shen Lou's heart warmed, he knew that He Tingfeng was taking care of his emotions by not accepting his disciples, but in fact, no matter what decision the other party made, he would obey.

Master Mozun completely forgot how many "world-shattering" actions he had made in the past hundred years just to attract He Tingfeng's attention.But now I feel that I will be bored for two days at most, and I won't say anything more.

But when he really felt the feeling of being cared about, it was still too different from the warmth he imagined, which made him both moved and complicated.

Dong Zhuo didn't expect to be able to achieve his wish, but his son succeeded in entering Wushangqing, even if he could only occasionally discuss martial arts with Xianjun, it would not be a waste of his painstaking efforts.

So, as if he was afraid that He Tingfeng would regret it, he thanked him repeatedly.This scene actually made the rest of the elders turn red with envy. No one thought that everyone was beaten, but in the end Dong Zhuo benefited from it.

It is the dream of many people to be able to practice in the Supreme Sunshine.Many people are desperately trying to compete for the seat, but for some reason, Xianjun has not publicly recruited disciples for many years.

Dong Yixiu, who was surrounded by everyone's envious eyes, dared not say a word of disobedience.In the end, he could only nod bitterly, those beautiful cricket fights and throwing pots in his memory all left him one after another.

His initial thumb turned around and pointed straight at the ground.Shenlou, who didn't pay much attention at first, couldn't help but laugh.

But Shen Lou didn't care if people saw the disguise, he just used his hot palm to warm the coldness of Xianjun's fingers.

When he turned his back to He Tingfeng, there was no artificial grievance and unwillingness.All that is left in his eyes is the madness of waiting for the prey to throw himself into the net.

He looked up suddenly, just in time to see a tall and thin man who was half jealous and half resentful.