Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

"If you are so obedient and obedient, if you are not expelled from the teacher's school, it may be unfortunate for the teacher."

Su Changyi sneered, raised his brows, his pink lips were bright and moist, and every time he opened and closed, there was a gurgling breath.

"Don't you think so? Disciple?——"

The last two words seemed to have touched He Qingxie's heart? A sudden numbness appeared around her waist, and she almost couldn't hold her ground.

This kind of feeling that can only appear on the bed seems to be engraved in his bones, which is very impressive.In the dark, her eyes changed, and a sense of crisis suddenly emerged in her heart.

She has heard this tone? It has become a habit, a deadly habit, no less than countless times.

As long as Jun Yao yelled, her waist would definitely soften.

After a while, Shen Rourou, who went quietly to fetch water, came back from the yard with a tub in her hand, followed by a group of mixed-gender disciples, whose cultivation levels were incomplete.They? They are all tiptoeing, eyes full of cautious appearance.

After Shen Rourou entered the door, the group of disciples saw the back of Jun Yao standing gracefully, even if they were bold, they could only stay away from the door, but they were still full of curiosity, persistently holding the threshold and looking inside.

When someone noticed that their Senior Sister He seemed to be putting on clothes, they immediately covered the eyes of several male disciples.

"Close your eyes! Can't see!"

"That's right! Come on, don't look at evil!"

"We? Can't take advantage of our junior sister!"

"..."

Su Changyi turned his back to the door and focused his attention on her apprentice, completely unaware of what happened behind him.

The figures of the crowd were too obvious, and it was hard to keep people from noticing them. When He Qingxie looked at them, a desire for revenge suddenly surged in his heart.

Shen Rourou moistened the handkerchief and took it to wipe Su Changyi's face. Su Changyi took the handkerchief and raised her eyebrows to look at He Qingxie's awkward and affectated appearance.

"What?" She shuddered from her feet, feeling bad in her heart.

He Qingxie smiled, bit his lower lip lightly, his expression was enchanting, his pair of phoenix eyes showed desire and expectation, he even pinched his orchid fingers, and said: "Master, you used to speak to your disciples, listen, plan, So, now, disciple? Want? To drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine, Master agrees?"

Su Changyi: "..."

The contrived tone made her goosebumps tremble all over the floor, and after a long pause, she stretched out her slender long fingers and slowly placed them on the forehead of the little apprentice, trying it out.

The temperature is normal, nothing wrong with it.

She frowned.

"Disciple? Brain..."

"Don't be so anxious to speak out, Master, Master used to treat his disciples with a deep affection, which is obvious to all! In the past, disciples followed the Master's way more than once or twice, but? The first time you are born, the second time you are acquainted, disciple? I finally figured it out..."

He Qingxie originally lowered her voice, but now she lowered her voice, and she said in a tone that only Su Changyi could hear: "As long as there are other disciples around, the master will not let the disciple? strangle it?"

Su Changyi: "..."

She realized that there was something in those words, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart. Looking back, she happened to meet the group of disciples whose faces were full of excitement but whose limbs were trembling uncontrollably. Wang Ba looked at Mung Bean and met his eyes.

"!"

So here? Waiting for her?

"Teacher? Are you sure?"

On Jun Yao's glamorous and peerless face, there was a palpitating smile, which made the whole world eclipse.

She looked at He Qingxie, and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

"Isn't it just sweet-scented osmanthus wine? What's the matter? Is it difficult?"

After wiping her hands, she pointed to a female disciple in white at the door to come over. The female disciple's expression was quite indescribable. In Su Changyi's words, it was like stepping into a hole with one foot, and it still had a smell in the pit.

Female disciple? As if she had her own vibrato, she saluted respectfully and asked, "I pay my respects to Master. I don't know what is Master's order?"

Su Changyi asked, "Ah Xie wants to drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine, do you understand?"

"Disciple? Understood." The female disciple nodded tremblingly, almost kneeling on the spot in fright

"Go ahead."

Su Chang finished following his orders, and then ordered another female disciple who was dressed in a blue-colored disciple? She raised her hand to stop the other party from saluting, and said directly: "We? Go? Bring something else, as long as it has the word 'wine', after all, we? Ah Xie is the one who came? Don't refuse."

He Qingxie frowned.

Afterwards, her master ordered a few more people to find something to drink or to get something to eat. It seemed that she wanted to keep my dear inner disciple alive.

Shen Rourou stood on the sidelines and looked stunned, almost so shocked that she even forgot to breathe.

He Qingxie said furiously: "Who is so big? Who is with you?! Or Master, let me be expelled from the sect."

Shen Rourou swallowed her saliva, looking forward to muttering to herself: "Uncle Master... Rourou also wants to? Drink..."

He Qingxie: "..."

"Drunkenness is a mistake, and besides," Su Changyi walked over? Touched Shen Rourou's head, with a kind smile on his face, "Rourou, are you still an obedient boy? Good boy? You can't drink alcohol. "

He Qingxie couldn't help but roll his eyes, which clearly condemned her for being obedient and obedient.

"Hurry up, hey, brother and sister, get out of the way! Let me in?!"

At this moment, a male disciple dressed in a blue-colored disciple's attire broke away from the crowd, stumbled over, and bowed to him, "I pay my respects to the Immortal."

Su Changyi smiled slightly, motioning for the male disciple to speak.

The male disciple? Said: "Disciple? On the order of the master, I came to invite the immortal to go? Xuanshan thought? Passed? Cliff."

"Thinking about crossing the cliff?"

For a moment, she also wondered why Zhu Yu asked her to go? What did she want to do? After getting along with her for the past few days, the Zhu Yu in her eyes was very similar to the character design of Zhu Yu in the original text of the novel.

However, what Shen Rourou said may not be completely wrong, perhaps just like fake Qinghe and fake Bailian, only when they are exposed on the spot can the hypocrisy attached to her face be peeled off.

But in her opinion, whether the main character or the supporting role breaks into the forbidden area on purpose, or falls into the forbidden area by mistake, after going through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, there are bound to be adventures.This is the conclusion commonly used in comprehension or time travel novels.

So? She has no reason not to go? Believe in Shen Rourou's words, of course, you can't believe everything, at least half-believe.

If Zhu Yu could really rely on her Mahayana cultivation to resist the danger, she wouldn't point at Shen Rourou's eyebrows on the top of the mountain.

This action is so unbelievable. After all, Shen Rourou, who was touched between the eyebrows, acted like an ordinary person, and there was no difference at all.

Except for the puppet line seen by empathy.

Thinking of this, Su Changyi was startled, could it be that Zhu Yu's point on Shen Rourou's eyebrows was to give her a puppet line? !

But isn't this puppet line an untold secret outside Lingxu?What is the relationship with the forbidden area of ​​Shangqing Ruins?

Now Su Changyi completely lost his thoughts.

The man waiting at the side? Seeing the silence for a long time, he couldn't help calling softly: "Uncle?"

Su Changyi didn't respond, but just looked at the void expressionlessly, thoughtfully.

Bravely pawing at the threshold? Disciple watching a play? Was sent by Su Changyi? Taking sweet-scented osmanthus wine and other food, several of them left, and the rest were forced by Jun Yao's sharp and inscrutable His expression felt cold on the soles of his feet, and the inhumane rumors were in their ears alone.

Almost at the same time, several people looked at each other and fled directly.

"Lead the way." After Su Changyi finished speaking, he raised his finger and pressed He Qingxie's shoulder as if he remembered something, "Disciple? You don't need to go if you haven't recovered your cultivation base. I'm a teacher and a softie." Go with Rou? That's fine."

He Qingxie looked at her. The beautiful, dusty black bead? Deep in it was the rare face of Junyao Xianzun, which was very meaningful? The ground line said: "Master's current cultivation base and disciples? Let's go now? Think about it." I have never dared to be a disciple of Ya, and I am determined to go together."

"My seat and the senior sister in charge are stronger than Jin Jian, can you compare with my apprentice? The relationship is deep? Don't just join in the fun?"

"Master regards the disciple's 'sincerity' towards the master as 'joining in the fun'?"

"What are you pretending to be? What are you playing? You will pay attention to your teacher and you will not be clear? They are both thousand-year-old foxes. Don't play chat with me."

He Qingxie: "..."

She froze for a moment, blinked her eyes and asked, "What, what kind of food?"

"Actually," Su Changyi continued, "as a teacher, you are afraid of your disciples? To live up to your intentions as a teacher, don't you still want to drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine? Then you can drink all the disciples brought. Yes, I am very pleased for the teacher association."

She stuffed the handkerchief into He Qingxie's hands, and smiled contentedly: "As for thinking about crossing the cliff, there is no need to go together."

Seriously!

Whenever she saw He Qingxie, she would get a headache. She hoped that the heroine would die on the spot and never appear in front of her!

Most importantly, she was afraid that He Qingxie would drag her down. In fact, this might be an opportunity, an opportunity that she had been thinking about for a long time, an opportunity to solve the things she thought about day and night.However, there are too many uncertain factors, and if she is not fully sure, she will not put He Qingxie by her side.

Last night under the moon, what happened next to the rocks surrounded by Xuanwu relief sculptures was a lesson for her.

Needless to say, Su Changyi directly asked the disciple of Zhengyang Palace to lead the way in front of him. Shen Rourou was cute, cute and obedient. He simply said goodbye to her senior sister and then chased after her senior uncle's back.

He Qingxie squinted his eyes unkindly, looked at the figures who followed each other step by step, and then turned into walking together, a fire suddenly ignited in his heart, and he threw the handkerchief on the floor.

After the sound of "pa", there was a crisp applause.What is she angry about?she asked herself.

Along the way, Shen Rourou followed Su Changyi and looked up at her, her copper bell-like eyes were watery and moving.

Su Chang? Curious, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"Uncle Master."

"Ah."

"Rourou forgot to ask last night, when did the uncle go? Guan Shan fought against that little bitch, did he win or lose?"

"..."

The disciple leading the way at the front? He is honest and simple. He walked toward the front with his eyes fixed on him, and his footsteps were heavy with concentration.

The plot in the novel was impeccably normal before, almost silently overlapping with this illusory world, so, the Shangqing Ruins Junyao Immortal Venerable faced off against the head of Qinze outside Lingxu, and it was a short move. , almost died.

Su Changyi looked at the top of Shen Rourou's head, laughed dumbly, and said, "It's all over, what difference does it make if you win or lose?"

At this moment, she is "doing evil" under the skin of the Immortal Junyao, but the ability of the Immortal Junyao is not enough, but the female cultivator of the same period is stabbed to death with a sword. She does not want such a humiliating and unbearable thing? Take it easy.

Shen Rourou knew that she seemed to have asked the wrong question, so she lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

In the distance, the outside world isolated by the barrier.

Under the Xuantie Bridge, everything is silent, the snow is falling, there are frost flowers, withered branches and white hair, and the cold air in the world bursts out. Such a desolate and beautiful scene can only make people sigh and nod in praise.

It's just that the group of three stopped to appreciate the beautiful scenery before it came.

A person suddenly appeared on the bridge, a dark black disciple? Clothes were hunting in the wind and snow, the golden ribbon behind his head moved automatically without wind. To them? Run.

Seeing this, the Xuanshan disciple who was walking in front rushed over to him, supported her and said, "Senior Sister Lu? What's wrong? Who hurt you like this?"

Su Chang moved slightly according to the light in his eyes, and led Shen Rourou to walk over.

The person who came was Lu Xingtong.

Lu Xingtong didn't pay attention to the male disciple who was saluting to her, but kept walking, holding a long sword with a delicate scabbard in his hand, and said to Su Changyi with a trembling voice: "Xingtong has seen Mr. Uncle."

Almost as soon as the words fell, Lu Xingtong hit the male disciple with a hand knife on the neck with lightning speed.

Su Chang? Yi didn't see clearly what Lu Xingtong was doing? He made a move, only to feel a black shadow before his eyes flashing, and fell limply to the ground?

The author has something to say: #打一拉不想打的Author#

Author: ... I feel unwell and let me be quiet

He: ...have a good rest and drink plenty of hot water

Su: universal hot water