After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Qiu Lingjun was kicked by Yun Buqi to Jianzong's trial site.

The aura is cut off, the desert is deserted, and there are thousands of miles of yellow sand.

This is a Jedi for Jianjianzong disciples to forge their bodies.

Qiu Lingjun walked for half a year before returning to Xiaoze Peak.

With ragged clothes and disheveled hair, he took off his face scarf and shook the sand from his shoes and socks expressionlessly: "One day..."

The mountain guard disciple didn't recognize Qiu Lingjun for a while: "Who? Stop!"

White eyes penetrate people.

The black-clothed boy stared straight at him, as if feeling chilly: "What's the matter?"

The disciple guarding the mountain hurriedly saluted: "I have seen Master Qiu."

Feeling the full aura, Qiu Lingjun made a cleansing formula: "Has Shen Chungui gone?"

The mountain guard disciple bent down: "Not yet."

Uncle Qiu doesn't want to see Fellow Daoist Shen?

It seems that it will be troublesome in the future.

As far as he knew, Uncle Xie and Shen Chungui got along very well.

Qiu Lingjun frowned: "He hasn't left?"

The boiling anger was suppressed under the calm words.

Both calm and dangerous.

The disciple guarding the mountain was terrified, he bent his waist even deeper: "Friend Shen..."

The sound of wind and snow was slightly silent.

Qiu Lingjun left.

The mountain guard disciple could no longer see Qiu Lingjun's shadow. He wiped off the sweat on his forehead, his legs and feet were weak: "Uncle Qiu's cultivation has improved again."

Qiu Lingjun has only been in Jianzong for four years, and those who had to be picked up by his uncle to go up the mountain in the past, it will only take a few breaths to walk this mountain.

It seems that he must have gained a lot in the past six months, at least there are some traces of thanking his uncle in his footwork.

It really is the pride of heaven.

Shen Chungui is at Xiaoze Peak.

He scratched the flinch's feathers, and served the sparrow very comfortably. The wind swept the flowers and leaves, and the young man pulled out the long flute at his waist sideways to block it. The green clothes were entwined, and the hair tie was flying, and he still wanted to comfort him. Frightened Firebird: "Scared?"

Caressing the quivering tail feathers of the Flamingo, he softened his voice, "Okay, it's all right."

Qiu Lingjun took two steps back.

He always thought that Shen Chungui's strength was not very good, but after trying it, he was not bad.It's just that flute... the flute has three sections and eight holes, and the whole body is purple, like ink flowing, with a light halo.

Shen Chungui's cultivation level should not be as good as his, but Xiao Fei's grade.

He withdrew his sword and stared at the fire bird that betrayed the master: "Come here."

This is a free-range chicken that eats inside and out.

Should it be made into beggar's chicken or steamed?

So fat, it should be delicious.

Only then did Huoque recognize Qiu Lingjun.

Heidou's small eyes were watery, and his paws were still holding on to Shen Chungui. Qiu Lingjun was his master's younger brother, and he had fed him for a long time, but he was so fierce that he would turn his back when he said he would turn his back.Shen Xianjun is much better, he will hold it gently, smooth its fur, and praise it for its cuteness.

It still prefers Shen Xianjun.

Qiu Lingjun didn't urge him either, but the patience in his eyes was about to run out, and the fire bird saw this, it shuddered and flew out of Shen Chungui's arms, struggling to flap its wings, Huddled by Qiu Lingjun's boots like a licking bird: "Chichi! Chichi!"

Xianjun is back!

All the blessings of the fairy king!

Qiu Lingjun picked up the toe of his shoe and kicked Firefinch to lie on his back, and dawdled twice: "If you stay with him again, I will stew you."

Huoque felt the crisis of life and death, and nodded frantically: "Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

It got up, very humble, "chichi."

Shen Chungui held the flute and played with it: "Friend Qiu, why make things difficult for it."

As he spoke, he sighed, "Why are you so dissatisfied with me? I ask myself that I didn't do anything to offend fellow Taoists."

Qiu Lingjun ignored Shen Chungui's nonsense.

He picked up the Firefinch with one hand and shook it: "You lost weight? Brother, why don't you feed me?"

Brother should like this bird to be fatter.

"Chichi." Firebird said weakly, "Chichi."

Shen Xianjun said that it is better to be thinner.

Good for practice.

It's so fat that it can't fly.

"You believe what he says?" Qiu Lingjun sneered, "It's better to stew you for being so stupid."

Spirit beasts should eat more when they are young.

Their cultivation is different from monks, as long as they have enough natural resources and treasures, they can reach adulthood as soon as possible.

At that time, there was a certain degree of combat effectiveness.

It won't be as weak as it is now, and it takes several breaths to breathe a fire.

Firebird said nothing.

It plays dead.

It's always called it.

It's a firefinch, a bird!

Birds also have self-respect... at least it must be reduced enough to fly.

Swear to the death not to be a free-range chicken!

Qiu Lingjun didn't bother to care about it so much, so he threw it into the peach grove, and he squinted at Shen Chungui again: "When are you leaving? You don't plan to stay here."

Shen Chungui sat down, poured tea and water: "If I remember correctly."

Holding the green teacup with thin white fingers, elegant and pleasing to the eye, "This should be Wushuang's residence."

Immortal Hongxue built it for Xie Wushuang himself.

Qiu Lingjun looked coldly: "You really don't want to leave?"

There was a crisp sound when the porcelain knocked lightly.

Shen Chungui stared at the tea leaves slowly spinning in the cup: "Who are you from Wushuang?" It's ridiculous, "An admirer who dare not speak? Or... a junior with evil intentions?"

No one has ever pierced his mind.

But Qiu Lingjun was not panicked, he raised his head, the young man was very beautiful, and his aura was shining brightly: "Look down on me? Are you so superior?"

The corners of his lips curled up, "Shen Chungui, if you don't leave, you will be worse than me."

He is Junior Brother Xie Yu, as long as he keeps his mouth shut and hides his thoughts, he will always be Junior Brother Xie Yu.

Xie Yu will always treat him well.

Get along with each other for half a year.

Shen Chungui still has a good impression, but it's just a good impression.

Even so, his smile gradually faded, and he said lightly, "The only thing I follow is the Dao."

Love, love, love is nothing more than a fleeting moment.

He is going to climb the avenue with a mediocre attitude.

"Hmph." Qiu Lingjun laughed a few times, pointing out, "Then you can do it yourself."

He also didn't want another competitor to jump out of thin air, "I hope Fellow Daoist Shen can stick to his heart."

Shen Chungui frowned and said nothing more.

In fact, he didn't need to stimulate Qiu Lingjun, as many friends as he could, besides, Qiu Lingjun was a spiritual practitioner with amazing potential.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he stroked the body of the flute with his fingers, seemingly in deep thought.

Qiu Lingjun was determined to kill.

Just not now.

Shen Chungui is the young master of the Shen family and cannot die in Jianzong.

But the future is long...there is always a chance, isn't it?

After laughing, he turned and left.

……

Xie Yu came back in the evening.

Firebird was the first to rush over: "Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

Good luck to the Immortal Lord, all blessings to the Immortal Lord!

Xie Yu went to the cold pond, his body cold and chilling.

He didn't hug the Firefinch, nodded his head and looked towards the small building, where there was more breath.

Another two points stronger.

It should be that Qiu Lingjun is back.

Qiu Lingjun took a bath and changed into a new set of clothes.

He leaned out of the window, with half-dry long hair hanging around his waist, and the boy's eyebrows were curved: "Senior brother!"

It can be dried with spiritual power, but he doesn't like it very much.

Half a year is actually not long.

Shen Chungui would still be amazed when he saw Xie Yu, but he hid it very well, the young man smiled at this moment, gentle and elegant: "Wu Shuang."

He set up the bowls and chopsticks, and said appropriately, "Do you want to use some?"

Their cultivation bases have all grown grains, but their appetites are hard to stop.

Xie Yu came over: "Thank you."

I didn't eat it before.

But the fish soup in Xiaohe village is delicious, and he is used to eating some now.

Qiu Lingjun also came down at this time.

He was not happy to see Xie Yu and Shen Chungui's familiarity, but he didn't show it: "Fish? Candy cake?"

Tilting his head, he looked at Xie Yu with a smile, "Senior brother likes to eat these?"

Xie Yu didn't have a clear preference.

He has a lighter taste: "It's okay."

Qiu Lingjun also used two chopsticks, and the taste was mediocre.

It's better for Huang Zui to give him a gluttonous cauldron, but he looked at Shen Chungui: "You did it?"

A monk, the young master of the Shen family.

Xie Yu was also taken aback.

Holding the chopsticks, he turned to Shen Chungui.

"What?" Shen Chungui smiled, "Accident?"

He was very natural, "Idle is also idle." Looking at Xie Yu with a smile in his eyes, "I found that Wushuang seems to like food cooked by ordinary methods."

Few people can match Shen Chungui's meticulousness and gentleness.

It's like spring breeze turning into rain.

Only then did Qiu Lingjun know: "Brother likes this?"

He tasted two more mouthfuls, but he couldn't taste anything, but he still said, "Then I will learn how to cook from now on, and make it for my brother every day, okay?"

Xie Yu could sense that Qiu Lingjun was sincere.

He tapped the young man's forehead: "Cultivation is important, no nonsense is allowed."

For monks to practice meditation, it can be as long as a year or as short as a few months.

Cooking every day is a waste of time.

Qiu Lingjun muttered: "There's no such thing as nonsense, brother likes it."

Seeing that Xie Yu seemed to be really displeased, he became obedient again, "Understood, I won't." He smiled, "Ling Jun still has to practice hard to protect senior brother."

Xie Yu looked into Qiu Lingjun's eyes: "...um."

Qiu Lingjun received Xie Yu's reply, and curled up his lips: "Brother, believe me."

Xie Yu didn't come back.

He picked up the chopsticks and ate the chopstick fish again.

Shen Chungui looked thoughtful as he watched the relationship between their seniors and brothers.

Xie Yu was really strict and kind to this junior brother.

It's very different from the indifference shown by him.

...very flattering.

Shen Chungui also chose a house to live in.

Qiu Lingjun lived next door to Xie Yu, and he lived opposite Qiu Lingjun.

The next day.

Qiu Lingjun went out lazily, he didn't know how to tie his hair very much, so he just used the golden ring to fasten it casually, and didn't care about the few strands of hair hanging on his forehead.

Going straight downstairs to the study, as expected, I saw Xie Yu reading a book: "Senior brother!"

Xie Yu didn't look up: "Yes."

Qiu Lingjun went over: "Brother said he wanted to teach me how to control a sword."

Looking at Xie Yu, who had a resolute appearance and was as cold as autumn frost, he blushed a little, "It's better...it's better than today."

When learning Yujian, would the senior brother hug him or hold his hand.

It's all good...intimate anyway.

Xie Yu also remembered this incident.

He put down the book: "Haven't learned yet?"

Qiu Lingjun nodded, in order to avoid Xie Yu thinking that he was too stupid: "It's not that he can't, it's not very stable, he keeps falling."

He has been planning for a long time, and Yu Jian went to find Huafeng.

Xunhua Peak is in spring, and the flowers and plants are blooming, overlooking it like a fairyland.

Many brothers and sisters will go together.

Shen Chungui is also in the study.

He was grinding, and at this moment he said, "Yu Jian?"

Putting down his rolled up sleeves, the young man smiled, "If Wushuang is busy, I can teach Lingjun."

Qiu Ling was stunned.

Suddenly turning his head to look at Shen Chungui, he tugged at his sleeves: "No need!"

Shen Chungui stood up: "I am Wushuang's friend, and Lingjun is Wushuang's junior."

He urged, "You don't have to be polite with me."

Qiu Lingjun: "..."

Am I being polite?

I just want to lift your celestial spirit cover with bare hands.