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Shenyin frowned and said, "That's not a good thing for him, don't say anything."

"I know, I know, instead of worrying about me, you should worry about your little disciple. I always feel that he is not simple."

"It's not easy." Shenyin stared at Qinghong closely, as if she wanted to see something on her face.

Qinghong touched his chin, thought for a while and said: "If you open a harem in the future, he must be the most capable demon."

Shenyin was speechless, and the corner of his mouth showed an extremely disgusted arc: "If you are free, you can go to my place to hone your swordsmanship more often, and don't always think about being so crooked."

"Shenyin, what you said is wrong. Shuangxiu is a broad and profound Taoism, no less than the way of swordsmanship."

"Hey - I haven't finished yet - don't go away -"

Before Qinghong finished speaking, Shenyin quickly walked a few steps, he was really too lazy to listen to Qinghong's nonsense.

The next day, early morning.

Everyone still gathered in the same place as yesterday, but this time Zhuang Qiu was not the first one to arrive, but rather late.

Lu Xuan is young, the edges and corners of his face are not obvious, and he is gorgeous, so he dresses up a little bit, puts on women's clothes, and looks like a woman.

Lu Xuan was extremely uncomfortable, his face had already been black all morning, Zhuang Qiu dared to come so late, he was already full of gas, and he waited for Zhuang Qiu to arrive, and beat him up.

Thinking this way, Lu Xuan looked at a person in pink clothes from far to near.

His eyes widened in astonishment.

The anger of being forced to pretend to be a woman and the anger of waiting for others disappeared at this moment, and turned into an extremely exaggerated laugh.

He pointed at Zhuang Qiu who was walking slowly, holding his stomach, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

Zhuang Qiu was serious about everything, and because it was ordered by his master, he was serious about dressing up even if it was women's clothing.

But he worked too hard, his originally handsome and resolute face was turned into a meal of peony flowers, one piece was white and the other was red, just like a mortal's costume for singing in an opera.

He also intentionally imitated the woman's figure, and walked with steady and small steps, but he had a stature of nine feet, so this scene looked extraordinarily funny.

But Zhuang Qiu didn't think it was funny, he walked very seriously, trying his best to imitate a woman's demeanor.

Qinghong didn't care about it either, and patted Shenyin's shoulder, laughing silently.

Shenyin put on the airs of a master and didn't want to make fun of Zhuang Qiu, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help but bend.

Zhao Dengke was an outsider, so he shouldn't have laughed, but when he saw Zhuang Qiu's outfit, he burst into laughter.

Ji Qingning was affected by the atmosphere, so he couldn't help laughing, and Zhuang Qiu's appearance was too funny, after he laughed, he didn't want Zhuang Qiu to see him, so he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, turned his head and smiled secretly.

Lu Xuan immediately mocked: "You go to the opera wearing a suit, the actors on the stage don't have the flowers you painted!"

Zhuang Qiu looked at Lu Xuan in confusion, thinking, what is an actor?He almost forgot about mortal things when he was young, he seemed to have heard the name opera actor before, but he couldn't remember it at all.

Qinghong interrupted and said, "Ziqiu, you don't have to be so...so serious about drawing."

Zhuang Qiu was a little overwhelmed by everyone's laughter. He looked at Shenyin in confusion and asked, "Master, is it wrong for me to do this?"

With great difficulty, Shenyin suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth. Hearing Zhuang Qiu's words, a little guilt suddenly surged in her heart. He glared at Qinghong. I wanted to stare at Lu Xuan again, but Lu Xuan was lying on the ground smiling so much that he didn't look at him at all.

Shenyin sighed and said, "Ziqiu, your make-up is a bit too thick, ordinary women don't paint so thickly, Qingning, go and get the rouge, and change Ziqiu's appearance for the teacher."

This sentence made Lu Xuan recover from the hilarious state.

He immediately retorted: "I don't allow you to paint him! You can only paint it for me!"

Shenyin glared at Lu Xuan and said, "Look at what you look like."

"I don't care, I don't care." Lu Xuan really just lay on the rock and slopped.

When Ji Qingning heard that Shenyin was going to paint Zhuang Qiu's face, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

He is the same as Lu Xuan, and he doesn't want Master to paint for Zhuang Qiu.

So Ji Qingning took the initiative to invite Ying and said: "Master, I can also paint women's makeup, let me do it."

Shenyin looked at Lu Xuan who was about to strangle him to death with a white silk, and then at Ji Qingning who volunteered, he sighed and said, "That's how it is."

Zhuang Qiu in the audience was already happy.

He knew that Ji Qingning didn't let his master paint him because he was jealous of him, but does it matter?

Under so many people's noses, it was not easy for Ji Qingning to warn Zhuang Qiu, but fortunately, Zhuang Qiu didn't do too much.

Shenyin went to the side of the stone to coax Lu Xuan, Qinghong was also discussing with Zhao Dengke the development of the sect with great interest, Ji Qingning painted off the rouge on Zhuang Qiu's face little by little.

Originally, Zhuang Qiu's face was revealed.

It was too close, Ji Qingning could even see the fluff on Zhuang Qiu's face.

His appearance is indeed impeccable, with a sharp jaw line and tough facial features. Anyone who looks at him looks like a knight with sword eyebrows and stars.

Ji Qingning softened Zhuang Qiu's facial features, then let his hair fall down, leaving a little dragon beard to cover his sharp jaw.

The last thing I did was to shave off his raised sword eyebrows and draw him willow-leaf eyebrows used by a woman.

The eyebrow pencil is drawn on Zhuang Qiu's face along with his brow bone.

Zhuang Qiu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something when he was about to finish the painting: "Junior Brother, have you ever heard a sentence. If you draw your eyebrows for someone, you will be able to grow old with him in this life."

Ji Qingning's ears were the voices of Qinghong and Zhao Dengke arguing, as well as the voice of Lu Xuan losing his temper. He was caught off guard by Zhuang Qiu's low voice, and suddenly the eyebrow pencil in his hand trembled.

The eyebrows that were about to be drawn were destroyed by this trembling, and turned into a steep mountain, which looked very strange.

Ji Qingning said coldly: "Brother, where did you hear the rumors?"

"I can't remember clearly, I probably saw it from some script."

Ji Qingning erased the part that he drew wrongly, and continued to draw.

"Really. How can you take the things in the scriptures seriously?"

Zhuang Qiu opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but saw Ji Qingning frowning.

Zhuang Qiu felt that when Ji Qingning frowned, he was quite endearing. He didn't want to talk to him, and even said he was a little wary, looking at the master and Qinghong Shishu from time to time, for fear that what he said would be heard.

But such aboveboard flirting made Zhuang Qiu feel taboo and excitement, and even wanted to do something too much to Ji Qingning, to see if he would refuse.

He probably wouldn't refuse, or even react too much, for fear of being seen by others.