Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

On the seventeenth day of the lunar month, it rained lightly.

In the Junchen Hall of Zhongyu, more than a dozen teenagers were holding scrolls and reciting scriptures and history.The carvings on all sides are wide open, and the fine rain is blown into the hall with the breeze, pouring away the slight sense of sleepiness caused by the dry books.

The purple-clothed boy sitting in the middle of the last row quietly glanced at the fairy envoy standing in the hall burning incense, squeezed a cold flame with his hand hidden under the table, and sneakily attacked the classmate sitting not far from him.

There was a crisp sound of "Pipu", which was still heard in the quiet hall, and all the people present, including the fairy envoy who was offering incense, all looked back along the sound.

"Eastern Region Qingwu Yun Shuhua, stand up."

The envoy's sullen voice sounded in the hall.

A ball of faint blue fire disappeared on the table in a flash, and the young man in white clothes with cloud patterns immediately put down the bamboo pen and stood up abruptly.

At that time, the slanting wind was blowing, blowing the young man's loose hair, reflecting the bright light in the hall, a trace of panic flashed in his clear and beautiful eyes.

"...Master Immortal Envoy."

"You are not allowed to play in the Junchen Palace, and you are not allowed to use spells without reason. These rules have been taught clearly since the acceptance ceremony. Why did you knowingly commit the crime?" The fairy envoy asked softly, with invisible coercion in his words.

"I..." Yun Shuhua pursed his lips, glanced at the purple-clothed boy who was gloating at his misfortune, and said after a while, "It was just a student who was just playing for a while, I'm sorry."

The fairy envoy's wonderful eyes were slightly closed, and he couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, so he just said lightly: "Let me ask you again, when I was reciting the scriptures and history, where did I talk about?"

The young man was silent for a moment, and then he said loudly: "The stars have passed the Gengchen year, the demons are rampant, the sky is angry and the people are angry, the elephants are wrongly held, the winter moon... the five domains of the immortals have invaded the extreme north, and they have doubled their palms."

Apart from the clear voice of the young man in the room, the only thing that can be heard is the sound of drizzle under the eaves patting on the painted pillars in the corridor. After a while, someone whispered, "By the way, most of the time", the fairy envoy sitting at the top rolled his eyes. open.

"Have you completed the homework assigned yesterday?"

Yun Shuhua's right hand unconsciously opened and then clenched, revealing the slender knuckles covered with graphite traces.He glanced down at the lead sticks on the table, then took out a few sheets of paper from the pages of the book, and held them in front of him.

"Teacher, this is the homework completed by the students."

The fairy envoy held the hem of his long sleeves, and with a slight lift of his finger, the paper in Yun Shuhua's hand appeared in his hand across most of the inner hall.

Although the homework was finished, the paper was covered with layers of graphite powder in many places, which looked terribly dirty, and the handwriting was far from Lang Hao's handwriting. Some of the handwriting was too simple and sloppy, and it was full of loopholes.

Yun Shuhua stood in the last row, looking at the envoy's frowning eyebrows, beating a small drum in his heart.

This can't be blamed on him, if he had known about such a day, he would have enrolled in a soft pen calligraphy class when he was a child, and learned traditional characters by the way.

But who would have expected that one day he would break into the game program he maintained, and be forced to practice swords, calligraphy, and memorize ancient literary poems here?

While Yun Shuhua was quietly waiting for the homeroom teacher to issue corrections, he suddenly heard the sound of bells, chimes and hammers coming from a very far distance outside the hall. Everyone's faces instantly became excited.

The fairy envoy finally made the next move when he heard the bell.He slowly got up and walked in front of Yun Shuhua, put a few pages of paper on the table, and picked up the lead that Yun Shuhua made himself.

"You did your homework with this kind of thing?"

Yun Shuhua replied honestly: "Yes, the students are stupid, so they have to use this kind of pen to copy scriptures."

The fairy envoy returned the pen, frowned and said, "Whether it's the sword training class or the literature training class, don't play such a clever trick in the future. As the closed disciple of Master Xianzun, Dongyu Qingwu will naturally be assisted by you in the future. After returning to the Eastern Region, you must practice diligently, and you must not lose Qingwushan's face."

"...Yes, the students have been taught." Yun Shuhua lowered his head obediently, curling his lips where others could not see.

The fairy envoy glanced at him, then turned around and said: "get out of class is over, today the masters of the five domains are discussing matters in the Taiji Hall, and the children of all domains must not be disturbed."

"Students understand." A dozen teenagers said in unison.

Yun Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief when the fairy made his way out of the gate of the main hall and walked far away.

He turned around and passed a few classmates who were frolicking together, stepped forward quickly and grabbed the young man from the cushion, and said angrily: "Okay, you Jiang Shuwan, you just gave me some dirty tricks in class."

"Just kidding, just kidding, Shuhua, don't be angry," Jiang Shuwan smiled like a successful fox, "Who would have thought that my cold flame would burn your pen, besides, you What did you secretly paint there just now?"

"Just write and draw whatever you want, I want you to take care of it." Yun Shuhua let go of his collar after a cold snort, and returned to his seat to pack his books.

Seeing that his friend was not interested in talking to others in the evening, Jiang Shu stopped talking too much, and leaned lazily on the desk beside him, waiting for him to tidy up his things.

At this moment, two or three teenagers in green shirts in the front row walked up to the two of them and stood still. The leader wore a crown and a costume, and joked leisurely: "Isn't this Yun Shuhua from Qingwu Mountain?"

"I just thought you were blunt in the sword training class in the past. I didn't expect that even the homework assigned by the fairy envoy was so sloppy. It's really embarrassing to the Eastern Territory."

Yun Shuhua paused his moving hands, and raised his eyes to bump into the provocative and flamboyant face of the leading young man. This young man was wearing a silver-patterned peony water silk gown unique to Southern Region disciples, and golden silk boots. He looked luxurious .

Now there are five domains in the lower realm, the eastern domain is the most respected, and the southern domain is the second.

In terms of heritage, Qingwu Mountain in the Eastern Region has always been a holy place that countless Taoist disciples in the lower realms dream of; but in terms of wealth and accessibility, Qingcang Mountain in the Southern Region is an excellent place to go.

The southern region has outstanding people, mountains, roads and waterways extend in all directions. In the extreme southeast, there are many clans of bells and lanterns. The eight streets and nine streets are full of street markets and night fairs. The merchants here are rich and prosperous, and they are even wrapped in the incense offered by Qingcang Mountain. Gold paper, a little more smoke and fire.

Because of this, the disciples of the immortal sect in the southern region must wear treasure hairpin sachets when they travel, and they are full of nobility, and they are quite proud of their words, but they hate Qingwu Mountain in the eastern region the most.

It is said that the master of the Eastern Region has lived alone in Qingwu Mountain for many years, and has no disciples. No matter how rich his status is, he is only a single person. How can he inherit the great line of immortality and take charge of the Tianyin Stone that connects the three heavens?

Now that the apprenticeship ceremony is over, Qingwu finally has an extra 16-year-old disciple, who wants to be provocative and suppress the limelight of the Eastern Region.

Yun Shuhua naturally knew what this Southern Region disciple was thinking, but before entering the game, he had been a social animal for a few months anyway, knowing that it would be useless to have conflicts with his colleagues at this time, so he didn't want to talk to him .

He glanced at the young man lightly, then turned around and walked out of the palace gate, Jiang Shuwan, who was not far away, quickly followed after seeing this.

"Shuhua wait for me, let's go to the sword training class together!"

The neglected young man realized that he was ignored by others, his heart was full of anger, he clenched his fists, and quickly followed the two of them out.

A few people walked to the Baishitai base courtyard in front of the Taiji Hall, the young man finally couldn't help it, and frowned and shouted: "Stop!"

All the people present stopped, turned and looked back.

"I said, what's your name?" Jiang Shuwan walked up to the boy with his hands behind his back in fluttering purple clothes, and sighed, "An unknown passer-by always comes to trouble Shuhua, do you know that you It's very overwhelming."

"You!" The young man gritted his teeth, "You are from the Central Territory, why should you meddle in the matters of the Eastern and Southern Territories!"

Jiang Shuwan raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, stroked his yew hem with his right hand, and said triumphantly: "I have entered the central area, this is my home, on my territory, I can control it as I want."

"Shuhua, do you think I'm right?"

Not far away, Yun Shuhua didn't want to participate in this kind of children's quarreling tricks at all, so he just glanced here, with a smile that he tried to cooperate as much as possible.

He originally intended to save some energy and save it for class later, but in the eyes of that southern boy, it was another matter.

The glance just now was very contemptuous, maybe because he thought he was wearing the school uniform of the East Territory, he really thought he was superior to others?

The school uniforms of the disciples from the Five Realms are all different. Yun Shuhua is dressed in white, with a carved golden phoenix and jade crown to tie his hair, and a jade sash around his waist. His eyebrows are picturesque, his lips are red and his teeth are white. Looking from a distance, there is no match for it.

Looking at his calm and breezy appearance, the young man became even more angry. He clasped his palms slightly, and he did not know what kind of trick he was doing. He saw a flash of cold light, and a short blade quickly flew towards Yun Shuhua!

Yun Shuhua wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Damn, the NPCs in this game program are sicker than each other.

Fortunately, he has something that can be called a plug-in.

Yun Shuhua closed his eyes, and quickly said in his heart with great reluctance: "Brother customer service, please read a file for me──"

"Back to 5 minutes..."

The word "Qian" hadn't finished yet, in a flash, he suddenly heard several angry reprimands from the gate of Taiji Hall.

"Presumptuous! Chao Qi, don't be rude to Uncle Yun!"

Before the words fell, Yun Shuhua saw the cold front turning in front of him, and a stronger sword intent smashed the flying short blade into pieces.

There was a cry of cranes from the sky, and a cool breeze blew up in front of the Taiji Hall, and a sword was seen with a domineering wind across the young man's neck.

The man holding the sword was tall and slender, with cold eyes, fair skin, and hair crowned with white jade.He was wearing a spotless white robe, with a pattern woven with silk threads and a red lotus blooming on the skirt.

The sound of disciples kneeling and bowing came from above the base of the Baishi platform, and several domain masters who came belatedly came to salute one after another.

"Greetings, Master Xianzun."

More than a dozen new disciples from various domains had never seen the real body of this immortal, so they dared not make any mistakes at the moment, so they could only obediently obey their master's orders and kneel down together.

The Nanyu boy named Chao Qi didn't dare to move. He nervously looked at the tall and straight man with a jade-like face in front of him, and his hands under the arrow sleeves trembled in fear.

The man raised his eyes, holding a sword glowing with silver light with his slender fingers, and the words he spoke were like lingling jade hitting each other.

"Where is the Lord of the Southern Territory?"

The domain masters present looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was the Northern Territory master who spoke first: "A message from Qingcang Mountain, the domain master has been seriously ill recently and cannot come here for the meeting..."

"A serious illness recently." The man repeated with lowered eyes, his thin light red lips curled up in an arc, his hands turned slightly, and the sword edge instantly drew a bloody mouth on Chao Qi's side neck.

Drops of blood flowed down the young man's neck, and the green shirt was soaked in blood, and the color gradually deepened.

"If you are sick, you can let his disciples wantonly bully the disciples of this seat?"

Zhao Qi felt pain in his neck, his eyes were red, and he endured it himself.

Yun Shuhua, who was a few meters away, looked sympathetically at Chaoqi's bleeding wound, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was also cut by a man when he traveled through time. He couldn't help covering his neck, sweating for him.