Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

The next day, the sky is full of light and cloud shadows, and the world is full of thousands.

He Qingxie carried a pile of copied scrolls to Lingqing Hall, while Hu Ying held the small jade tube in one hand and helped her carry the sword in the other.

Today's rest, she was supposed to lie on the bed with her eyes closed until Chen Shi, then put on her clothes and drag Shen Rourou to carve radish flowers in the house, and at noon when Shen Rourou went down the mountain for a walk, she could go to the Yunya in the back mountain to enjoy the breeze.

It was a harmonious and beautiful day as usual, the wind was calm and the clouds were calm, and the days were unchanging, but yesterday she was forced to copy books all night with sleepiness, and she still hasn't had time to rest.

He Qingxie was very resentful, and cursed Su Changyi inside and out in his heart, the worst thing was that he hoped that Su Changyi would die on the bed.

Do not!

This is too cheap for her!

She hoped to send Su Changyi to the torture chamber to be punished, and let her taste the punishment/punishment she made herself!

Hu Ying didn't know that what He Qingxie was thinking about was how to deal with her master, she slowly followed behind He Qingxie, her face was as pale as paper after a night of nightmares.

Yesterday, she knelt down in the hall for a long time, bending down and straightening up, bending down and straightening up, forging knives and swords and turning them upside down, she couldn't figure it out, why was she so miserable?

There are so many disciples in the square, why did you call her one?

They hadn't met anyone along the way, and the square leading to the Lingqing Hall was particularly desolate. The two of them came all the way from Sulingyuan, and there was almost no communication.

He Qingxie had a quiet personality and didn't like to talk, so Hu Ying was very sensible and didn't open her mouth. He Qingxie was holding a book full of manuscripts in her arms, and Hu Ying opened the door with He Qingxie's sword. people go in.

There was silence in the hall, and there was no sound.

As a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Period, Hu Ying would not easily come into the Lingqing Hall to disturb if she had nothing important to do to disturb the Immortal Lord Jun Yao. Yesterday was the first time she came in.

She put He Qingxie's saber on the scroll in He Qingxie's arms, "Junior Sister, I have something important to do, I haven't finished yesterday's work yet." Turning her eyes not far away, all she could see was wax oil A mess was splashed.

Seeing this, He Qingxie frowned immediately, "Did you do what she told you? It's something she can solve with a wave of her sleeve - how did you offend her?"

"Junior Sister!" Hu Ying exclaimed in shock, "You can't say that. Yesterday was the first time I admitted my mistake. How can I offend you? Besides, as a disciple, I should respect my Master. Junior Sister, remember not to speak falsely again. gone."

He Qingxie's black eyebrows were still tightly frowned, her eyes were beautiful, Danfeng's eyes were as dark as black beads covered with a layer of smoke and dust, which could easily suck people in.

"I don't know if she is sick, but Senior Sister," He Qingxie hesitated to speak, "Did you really do something wrong?"

Hu Ying was stunned for a moment, but didn't speak.

When she was 14 years old, she was lucky enough to be accepted as an outer disciple by the respected Jun Yao Xianzun, and she stayed in Yaoshan for six years, but her heart was weak, and she was not as thorough as someone who was a few years younger than herself.She can't say that she is inferior to others, but most of the disciples in the same age group as her are like this.

Therefore, He Qingxie is still a bit mature and prudent.

He Qingxie opened the door carved with bitter bamboo and bamboo shoots and stepped in. The screen on the left is the blue sea and the floating flowers and waves, and the boudoir of Jun Yao is the one that walks around the screen. It is the place where Junyao Xianzun used to rest and read books.

There was a small case, with a mess of miscellaneous books piled up on the corner of the table. Su Changyi changed his clothes. He faded off yesterday's exquisite silver thread floating clouds neon dress and changed into a water blue ice arrow sleeve dress. His silver-white hair was simply tied into a high The ponytail was held by a lotus-shaped jade hairpin. She rested her chin, looking casually at the picture album in the middle of the small case, and twirling the uninked wolf hair with the tip of her other finger.

Simple and elegant, the scarlet petal between the only eyebrows is hot with bloodthirsty.

The other party's leisurely appearance reminded He Qingxie of how exhausted she was last night. She frowned, walked over slowly, stopped in front of the small case, and slowly let go of her fingers.

wow——

The first base of rice paper also slowly scattered all over the ground with the movement, and even the saber finally fell to the ground because there was no support, and hit the paper heavily on the ground.

His distracted mind was instantly drawn back by this movement, and the movements of his fingertips paused without leaving a trace. Su Changyi raised his eyelids, looked at He Qingxie coldly, and remained silent.

Are you so arrogant?

I really still want to kill you.

He Qingxie bowed and said: "The apprentice's punishment is over, I don't know—how does the master think the disciple is doing? Are you satisfied?"

There was a smile in his eyes, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, Su Changyi could feel the sinisterness in it.

"Master, I see that you still didn't take what you said yesterday to heart." Su Changyi put the unstained Langhao brush back on the pen holder, "Master, I asked you yesterday and angered me. What can you gain?"

Su Changyi straightened his graceful waist, raised his hand to pick up the inkstone that had been grinded with black ink, and threw it neatly at He Qingxie's feet.

With a slap, the ink fell into the clear spring like petals, smearing the scrolls all over the floor, and the inkstone hit the scabbard heavily, and finally split into two.

"Since you don't know, I'll tell you, my teacher," Su Changyi said slowly, with a lazy smile, "Now, immediately, immediately, pick up what you copied, and show it to my teacher."

At that moment, there was obviously no lingering sword light, no pressure from being rushed over, and no humiliation that made people grind their teeth and suck their blood. All of He Qingxie's senses were still as if he was in a cold day, and the cold that pierced his heart, Along the disciple's clothes that hadn't been changed overnight, he crawled to the skin, jumped into the flesh and blood, and sealed the bones.

They had been so close before, but she still didn't seem to understand this person.

This is humiliation. It's not that He Qingxie has never been humiliated before, but it's just that he has never been so cruel.

Su Changyi was not in a hurry, and slowly pointed at the table with a smirk, watching He Qingxie pick up the ink-soaked rice paper one by one, and straighten them out.

After picking it up, a pair of clean and tidy hands also turned into a pitch-black mass.

He Qingxie gritted his teeth, and offered the messy rice paper with both hands, "Master."

Su Changyi dismissed the things that were about to be raised in front of his eyes, and instead raised his hand to take out a book from the messy pile of miscellaneous books, as if asking casually, "Have you eaten yet?"

He Qingxie couldn't help but took a deep breath, and almost couldn't help but paste a dozen rice papers on Su Changyi's face, copied the book all night, and was called over early in the morning, what a fart!

"I don't have time to eat." He Qingxie gritted his teeth and stared at the instigator.

"Oh." Su Changyi's smiling peach eyes narrowed slightly, and a peach blossom petal was between the delicate and childish eyebrows, which was better than the whole room. She curled the corner of her lips, "After copying this thing, you can eat it gone."

After finishing speaking, a cyan blue book cover with four large characters of "Huanpei Consciousness" on it was slapped on the dozen of rice paper He Qingxie was holding.He Qingxie's six gods gathered together, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and glared angrily: "Did you do it on purpose?!"

"Did you copy yesterday's book for nothing?" Su Changyi said softly, with a swaying smile still on his face.

He Qingxie breathed gently, and repeated almost word for word: "Master, respect, you did it on purpose, right?"

"Is there?" Su Changyi Zhiyi smiled lightly, "Heaven will send a great mission to the people, and they must first suffer from their hearts and minds, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their skin, and empty their bodies. Disciple, is it a teacher?" Isn't that good enough for you?"

He Qingxie's arm holding the rice paper couldn't stop shaking, looked at her incredulously, and said dumbfounded: "You, you..."

Su Changyi hooked the corners of his lips, seeing that he was so angry that he couldn't speak, he immediately felt better.

"Qingxie, knowing a son is like a mother. You lost your mother and father when you were young, and as a teacher, you became your only family member. Taking care of you since childhood, it is not an exaggeration to say that your teacher is your mother. As a mother, why don't you want it?" What about your own daughter's success?"

"Don't take advantage, Master!" He Qingxie narrowed his eyes, "I am not a mother who disregards human relations and forces her daughter!"

Su Changyi lowered his head and grinned sullenly, the red silk wrapped around his neck rubbed against the scar, causing it to itch.Loosening the pine silk silk, after a while, he raised his head and said with a smile: "The matter has already happened after all, no matter how much I resent you, it won't help. He Qingxie, I only want to ask you a question as a teacher. Don't copy?"

"dream!"

"Oh? Then you were expelled from the division!"

"..."

As soon as the words fell, He Qingxie opened his eyes wide in disbelief. What was imprinted in the depths of Danfeng's eyes was the breeze of Jiyue, the elegant blue dress, and the beautiful red flowers reflected in the white snow.

She seemed to be a thin horse overwhelmed by the last sentence, falling off the cliff, and the ink-dyed rice paper spilled on the ground for the second time.

Without saying a word, He Qingxie picked up the sword and walked out.

Su Changyi laughed, and didn't say anything to stop him, but said slowly: "Eating three hundred lychees a day, He Qingxie, do you think you will get tired of eating so much?"

The room was quiet, no one answered, and the rice paper that had fallen all over the floor was picked up and became an orphan living outside.

Su Chang leaned on the beauty's couch, her white hair spread out and dragged to the floor, the red silk silk around her neck was hanging on her chest, she twirled the wolf hair brush with her white fingertips, and stared intently at the void.

The plot of the novel "It Hurts and Kicks Me by My Ass" has been changed for the second time!

Su Changyi was a little at a loss, crying in his heart, and laughed while crying, and laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

What a smart baby!

Just like that, he annoyed He Qingxie, the main protagonist in the book, and threatened the other two immortals in Shangqingxu, eh——is it possible that the career of a little weak chicken for more than 20 years will stop now?

Su Changyi focused on two things, wrapping the Langhao brush through the index finger to the ring finger, the movements are agile and smooth.

"It's really that simple, isn't it? There won't be any hidden plots to break the plot back?" Su Changyi asked himself and answered, stopping his movements, "It's not sure—"

When Hu Ying, who had cleaned up the wax oil, came to report with a small jade tube, it was about time.

Su Changyi was a little tired from lying down, and got up from the beauty's couch, looking at the other party's low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, he felt very happy.

This female disciple is still pleasing to the eye!

"Have you eaten yet?" Su Changyi held the lotus-shaped jade hairpin that was removed just now in his mouth, and combed his five fingers along the silver and snow-white silk, his sleeves fell naturally, revealing his wrist with clear bones, as white as a bright moon.

Seeing this, for some reason, Hu Ying's hands and feet were a little numb, and she swallowed twice before slowly lowering her head, "Master, this disciple has already eaten breakfast."

Su Changyi picked up half of it from the waterfall-like silver snow and held it with a jade hairpin. After a long while, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's lunch soon, who asked you if you have breakfast?"

Hu Ying's slender body trembled, "Then, that disciple didn't eat."

"That's right, let's go eat." Su Changyi stepped on the messy rice paper without even looking at it.

Hu Ying was completely stunned.

what do you mean?go to eat?This, does this mean together?

Su Changyi swayed in her dress, her graceful back passed by her, and Hu Ying followed her in small steps, flattered.

After leaving the Lingqing Hall, Hu Ying followed behind with some uncertainty, and asked in a low voice: "Master used to be bigu, but now he also likes to eat vulgar food?"

Everywhere I said it, Su Changyi remembered that there was indeed such a thing, she is now in the Mahayana stage, and she is about to ascend, while Bigu started from the Jindan stage.

Su Changyi thought for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "It's not that I like to eat, but I'm a bit greedy."

"Is that so." Hu Ying unconsciously touched the tip of her nose, looked at the road ahead and asked, "Master, did Junior Sister Qingxie make Master angry just now? I just looked at her face and went in the direction of Yunya unkindly." of."

When Su Changyi heard any one or two of the three words "He Qingxie", his eyebrows twitched wildly. It was a subconscious reaction of resistance.

She frowned, stopped and looked at her sideways, "Why are you mentioning her for no reason?"

"Ah!" Hu Ying bowed reflexively, "I know I was wrong, so please don't get angry, Master."

Su Changyi: "..."

"Knowing mistakes can make a big difference." She hooked her fingertips across her waist, and said with a light smile, "Just now, did you see that the floor of the inner room has almost become rice paper scattered by celestial maidens?"

Hu Ying's right eye twitched and she nodded silently.

"That's good, that's good, I'm looking at the response for the teacher, you go and clean it up before eating."

"..." Heh, heh heh, heh heh.

Looking at the back of Miao Li who was going away, Su Changyi stood there awkwardly, rubbing his fingertips, looking towards the road just now, the green stone steps were hidden in the lawn, and there was no end in sight.

After a long time, turn around.

The author has something to say:

#Spicy Su Changyi who wants to be a mother#

He: Master won't give birth by himself? !

Su: How can I live alone?

He: How can you live alone?You won't find another person to live with you again? !

Su: ...Fight, for a while?Everything can be spelled.

[Note ~ I borrowed two stalks from Xiaozuohua] In addition, the original Xiaozuohua is gone, so I make up a new one