Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

finally.

Su Changyi reversed the plot and escaped the punishment from the criminal chamber.

However, Immortal Jun Xuan always held a skeptical attitude towards her, but he couldn't find any traces of being taken away or possessed by things. There was no conclusive evidence, so all guesses and doubts had to be given up.

Juncheng Xianzun accepted the news of Junyao Xianzun's resurrection wholeheartedly, and was even very happy.

Unworthy half stick incense.

Junyao Xianzun embraced Yuanshouyi at a critical moment, and the news that the bodyguard was still alive swept across the entire Shangqing Ruins like a dead body.

When the news reached He Qingxie's ears through Shen Rourou, she was holding a white radish and carving with a carving knife.

What is carved is a peach blossom, a total of dozens of pieces, each piece is exactly the same in thickness, shape, light transmittance, more than a hundred pieces stacked together, it looks like a replica of the top one.

Shen Rourou looked at the petals in her palm, her eyes were wide open, she scratched her temples, tilted her head and said: "It seems familiar."

The voice was very low, and He Qingxie was engrossed in carving a piece, so he didn't hear it.

"Ah Xie, I forgot all about it. Uncle Jun Cheng asked me to inform you that Uncle Jun Yao has returned from the dead!"

"hiss--"

He Qingxie snorted softly, put his hand into the corner of his mouth, and sucked blood, his mouth overflowing with a faint fishy sweetness.

She put down the carving knife and raised her head, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Not at all!"

Shen Rourou who was questioned immediately pouted, "All the disciples in the square saw it with their own eyes! Uncle Jun Yao is still the same, ah no! She seems to have become more beautiful, more and more beautiful Well, hehehe."

He Qingxie didn't see that there seemed to be pink bubbles in the other party's eyes, but felt that there was a humming sound in the back of her mind, and that sound was mixed with the fear that made her feel at a loss and desperately wanted to escape.

The other party's voice seemed to be trembling, excited, and smug.

She was laughing at her, and she was talking nonsense in her ear, "If it hurts, you have to say it."

"You can bite my shoulder, Xiao Xie—"

Snapped!He Qingxie slapped the table, and all the objects on the table shook.

Shen Rourou was taken aback.

The sharp carving knife rolled to her hand, and the tip of the knife scratched her skin. She covered the back of her hand, and a layer of mist burst out of her round eyes instantly.

She didn't understand the sudden change of emotion from He Qingxie, so she could only stand up in fright, clutching the back of her bleeding hand, looking at He Qingxie anxiously, and attributed all the faults to herself.

Ask in a low voice, "Ah Xie, what's wrong with you? Don't be angry, I won't say that Uncle Jun Yao has become more beautiful, okay? In Rourou's heart, Axie is the most beautiful..."

"No."

He Qingxie took a deep breath, but it was as if her chest was being pressed down by something. She was only 19 years old, so why was she subjected to inhuman insults over and over again.

It's never enough.

There is never enough!

He Qingxie stood up, his figure was a little shaky, Shen Rourou wanted to step forward to support her, but was rejected the next moment.

He Qingxie's voice became hoarse, "I'm fine."

Seeing the blood on the back of Shen Rourou's hand, she felt ashamed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

His hands fluttered and he wanted to take out the handkerchief from his pocket but it was empty.

He Qingxie was startled, then stood still again. She remembered something, but it seemed like she hadn't remembered anything.

"I'm sorry, Rourou, I'm just too excited." She held Shen Rourou's greasy hand, bowed her head and blew.

Shen Rourou was stunned, she heard a hoarse voice slowly entering her ears, "I thought, I thought my master was really gone..."

He Qingxie cried aloud, and said excitedly: "Woo—I only have Master in this life, and from the moment Master chose me, I have only her in this life."

It's just that he didn't expect that the rescue he thought was just leading him into a wolf's lair and pushing him into another bottomless despair.

Shen Rourou suddenly burst into tears, "Wow, Ah Xie, why don't you cry, I want to cry when you cry, woooooo—"

He Qingxie choked up without stopping, and continued to cry to her, "I thought I was going to be helpless and lonely like before, woo woo woo—"

"Yeah, Ah Xie, I know, Uncle Jun Yao told me about this matter, oh, it's okay. Uncle Jun Yao is still alive." Shen Rourou rubbed her face, ignoring the wound on her hand Immediately, he grabbed He Qingxie, "Ah Xie, let's go, let's go find Master Jun Yao."

"Ah?" He Qingxie suddenly pressed Shen Rourou's slap, "Don't you wait? I, I still want to prepare a gift for Master! Rourou, why don't you go first, I have to take it easy."

What she said was sincere, Shen Rourou had no doubts, and nodded.

After the door was closed, He Qingxie sat back on the stool with a slight frown, her eyes that were originally full of tears suddenly narrowed, and her clenched hands rested on the table faintly white.

"Not dying is exactly what I want. What you owe me, you have to pay back!"

***

Su Changyi, who hadn't seen Yang for a long time, was leaning on the stone chair set up in the square of Lingqing Hall bored at this moment.

The Hall of Lingqing often sends people to practice at the foot of the mountain, and there is very little chance of being stuffed with money when slaying demons.

Ever since, every time a rare or once-in-a-year major event occurs in the cultivation world, Junyao Xianzun will use the phantom moon mirror to place a cover in the sky above the entire sky in the cultivation world.

Regardless of whether everyone wins or loses, as a croupier, she will draw a certain amount of interest from it, because it is a matter of extremely depleting spiritual power to put on an illusion above the sky, so the interest she draws is often tacitly accepted by the participants as spiritual power Compensation for loss.

The accumulation of less becomes more, and the accumulation of sand becomes a tower.

The interest drawn from the exposure has become the main source of the Lingqing Palace. Although the number of times is small, it is impatient to earn a lot of money from one exposure, which is enough to consume the entire Shangqing Ruins for three years.

The original body has the foresight, of course, this is also the foresight of the supporting characters in the original novel.

Satisfied, Su Changyi touched the exquisitely carved breast jade chair under him, and nodded at a female disciple not far away who was struggling to swing a sword, and then hooked his fingers.

Those who can train in the square are the inner disciples of the Lingqing Palace. Impatient with the words of the Immortal Jun Yao, he will only accept one inner disciple in this life. Also, if there is only He Qingxie in the big square, it will be very awkward. Empty and lonely.

Junyao Xianzun prefers the first disciple, so he has established the disciples of Lingqing Hall, both inside and outside, can swing their blades and practice in the square in front of the hall.

Cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, and the female disciple who was targeted suddenly noticed that she looked over unnaturally, and she was startled when she saw it.

The master, who should be resting in the hall, is now smiling like a flower and looking at her intently, his eyes can be called gentle (like) soft (wolf) like (like) water (tiger).

The peach blossom eyes faintly smile, the corners of the eyes are red and seductive like silk, the bright red peach blossom petals between the eyebrows and the blood-colored silk wrapped around the neck complement each other.

The female disciple was startled, as if she had seen some kind of beast, the hand holding the sword immediately trembled.

She closed her eyes and opened them for a moment, but as if she was going to die, she walked up to Su Changyi with a sharp sword.

She saluted with a soft voice, "I don't know what orders Master has?"

The change in the other party's expression was really complicated, and Su Changyi couldn't accept it for a while, and he didn't quite understand it. Maybe it was because she was still able to lift the corpse after her death, which was too scary.

Su Changyi thought so, and smiled kindly at the corner of his mouth, but when the other party saw it, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly fell straight from the void to the ground.

bang-

The crisp and abrupt sound seemed out of place in the whole square, and everyone who was slashing across was attracted by the sound that was amplified several times in their ears, and silently focused their attention.

The sharp sword was shining under the clear blue sky, reflecting the rising sun hidden in the clouds and mist, Su Changyi stared at the sword and felt dumb.

With a bang, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, as if he was the owner of the sharp sword. The man knelt on the ground and answered without asking, "Master! This disciple is at fault! Dare to ask Master to punish the disciple to go to the laundromat to repent!"

Su Changyi was stunned for a moment, and the other party raised his head to reveal a weeping little face.

She had the script in her hand, and she knew where the laundry room was.

Zhuo, interpreted as washing, washing clothes, laundry.

To put it simply, the author of "It Hurts and Kicks Me by My Ass" is a waste of names, and for the sake of simplicity and understanding, he chose such a fairly pertinent name.

However, Su Changyi's focus was not on this, the other party looked at her with a sincere look, and was looking at her expectantly.

Su Changyi hesitated for a moment, then leaned over, raised his finger and raised the other's jaw, revealing the face that was gradually turning pale, and the lips that were plump and inviting to kiss.

Su Changyihui breathed out, "Finally, what's wrong with you, the teacher will deal with it leniently."

The apprentice admitted his mistake with sincerity, so as a master, he should be magnanimous.

"I..." The female disciple gritted her teeth, as if a gust of wind was howling in her heart, what she wanted to say was wrong or good, it was all nonsense!

Master, you just need to punish me, everything is voluntary!

She had already figured out a way out for herself in the few steps she brought up with the sword, but she thought of a way out, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly did the opposite.

How did she know where she was wrong!

Su Changyi followed the posture, and suddenly rubbed the other's cherry lips with his thumb accidentally.

Not far from the crowd, there was a sound of gasping almost uniformly.

The female disciple was stunned for a moment, her whole body stiffened, the touch on her lips was prioritized, there was a trembling sound from her lips, and even the tips of her ears turned red.

There were ups and downs in her mind, and she was a little flustered, "Master, Master?"

As we all know, their Junyao Immortal Venerable only did this action to He Qingxie in the past.

However, everyone couldn't envy them. Every time He Qingxie showed an intriguing expression, twisted, forbearable, and painful, all kinds of things made them feel lingering fear. How much strength did it take to make the other party show a painful expression!

"Hmm." Su Changyi didn't care, and asked with a smile, "Can't you tell?"

After rubbing it twice, she lost interest, let go of her hand, and let the female disciple kneel on the ground.

From the corner of her peach-blossom eyes, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright moon white. It was a female disciple who was wearing the same white disciple uniform as everyone else in the square. She held the sword and walked straight towards Su Changyi.

Su Changyi only gave him a charity look, then raised his eyebrows at the female disciple who was kneeling on the ground.

"It's fine if you can't say it. You still have a heart of repentance for the teacher. Why don't you go and remove the candle oil that was spilled in the hall? It's a mess. It's annoying for the teacher."

On the day of passing through the book, Immortal Jun Xuan split open the coffin with his sword. When the coffin was torn apart, the seven-star red candle lamp holder was knocked into the air. The seven red candles on it rolled to the ground, and the candle oil splashed everywhere, and finally solidified.

Su Changyi had some obsessive-compulsive disorder, he was lazy and didn't want to deal with it. Originally, he wanted the two perpetrators to deal with it, but the two who were about to be unlucky didn't come recently. It was a coincidence that there was one who was going to catch up with him in front of him. of.

There are only a few dispensable punishments in Lingqing Palace, the most heart-wrenching one is the torture chamber.

This female disciple had only heard that the torture room was constantly adding new punishments, but she didn't expect that there were no punishments that should be added, and let her solve the ones that she hadn't heard of.

"Thank you, Master, for your forgiveness!" She burst into tears with joy, couldn't stop bowing down, completely forgetting that she shouldn't have been punished, and trembling her voice excitedly, "I must devote myself to repentance, follow the teacher's instructions, and not disgrace the door!"

Su Changyi nodded his lips, smiled charmingly, and said, "That's very good."

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