The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Qin Shi propped his chin, looked at the food in front of him, and said nothing.

This is something that is being delivered one after another.

He can guess the intention of the other party.

What happened today was far beyond expectations. I only planned to teach this junior a little bit in the name of teaching swordsmanship, but I didn't expect to see blood and seriously hurt the other party.This was not what he wanted.

He wanted the matter to end like this, and the other party seemed to have this plan as well.

Since everyone is tacit, this matter is over.

The younger brother is the heart of the master, even if he is dissatisfied, he can't change it.

He took another step back, and the two of them lived in peace, which seemed to be the best result.

"Eldest brother, what are you looking at?" Xia Zhi walked into the room, saw Qin Shi staring at the things on the table in a daze, and looked curiously, "Yo! Wang Ji's pastries?"

His eyes lit up instantly, and he reached out to take it.

Qin Shi slapped his hand away: "Roll, who allowed you to move?"

"Eldest brother, you don't want to eat it." Xia Zhi rubbed the back of his red hands, and introduced to the elder brother who had long been incapable of eating fireworks, how many people lined up to buy this thing every day. He hadn't gone down the mountain for many days, and he hadn't eaten for a long time. .

Qin Shi's heart moved slightly: "This thing... is hard to buy?"

"There are too many mortals queuing up, and the boss refuses to give us monks a hand. Apart from running errands for the senior sisters, everyone is unwilling to lower their status and line up with mortals."

Xia Zhi stretched out his hand again, and walked along with the tacit consent of the elder brother.

Qin Shi squinted at the other party, picked up one himself, and bit down.

The soft and glutinous skin of the Qingtuan sandwiches the sweet bean paste that melts in the mouth, and there is a sweet but not greasy fragrance in the mouth.

In Qin Shi's mind, a pair of sharp, sharp eyes flashed like sharp swords.

Under the bright moon, thousands of miles are covered with ice, and the world is filled with lifeless loneliness.

There is only a sword shadow and a bright red blood mark, which imprints the only color of soul-stirring on the heart.

That face, which had always been extremely unpleasant to the eye, suddenly became less hideous.

It suddenly occurred to him that monks with advanced realms who form Taoist couples don't care about each other's cultivation and talent at all.

His own strength is strong, his wealth is rich, and it is no problem to force out a Nascent Soul.

There seems to be only one standard that everyone loves to bring with them: good looks.

He didn't think Master was such a superficial person, but none of the monks Yan Tian he had seen in his life was more pleasing to the eye than one after another.

With a world-beating beauty by your side, a slight movement of the eyes, a light glance can make yourself feel refreshed, why not do it.

Xia Tian has no shortage of monks with extraordinary talents, and his master has no worries about the inheritance of Taoism.

Thinking about it this way, it suddenly dawned on him, as if he understood why Master would accept him as a disciple one after another.

Qin Shi thought he had figured it out, and suddenly felt that the clouds had cleared and the mist had cleared, and his eyes were full of flowers like brocades.

He used to think that the master favored a mediocre apprentice, which caused criticism and damaged his reputation. It was like ink dripping on a famous painting, and the dust covered the blemishes. It was a stain that made him uneasy.

But thinking about it now, his vision is too narrow.

So what if the root is mediocre, not to mention the master, he can turn his juniors into Yuanying, and his cultivation is insignificant at all.

As for the rumors outside, don't bother.

When he first entered Juechen Daojun's sect, he was also envied by others. When he was young, he was often slandered by his fellow disciples.What about now?Who dares to say irresponsible words in front of him?

In the past two years, he has been photographed.

Xia Zhi looked at the elder brother suddenly in a daze, and then suddenly smiled strangely, and couldn't help wondering: Wang Ji's pastries are so delicious?Even the eldest brother is so happy?

***

Accompanied by the first pillar of skylight piercing through the stratus clouds, the loud bells echoed deeply in the endless green mountains.

The simple and heavy melodious whisper announces the time and welcomes the coming of a new day.

The Zongmen dojo was full of people, shoulder to shoulder.Even at dawn, the place was already crowded with people, even more noisy than the morning market in the town.

It is also an extremely rare sight in Qiantianzong, where there are as many monks as stars.

The powerful monk opened the altar to teach, no matter the inner sect or the outer sect, even the nominal disciples can come to listen to the lecture.Such a good opportunity may not come across once in three to five years.

Even the disciples who have already been taught by Taoist Juechen, and even some monks who have already left the teacher, will come to listen to the sermons of the world-renowned immortals like Taoist Juechen.

In order to grab a good position in the front, many people came here to wait last night.

When they came to the forum one after another, there were so many people in the square that there was no place to stay.

Only high-level disciples can enter the inner hall, but some vacancies are reserved.

Xue Songyu came early and took the seat first with successive nameplates.Both of them are low-key people, and the seats they choose are also inconspicuous corners in the back row.

At this moment, there is still a quarter of an hour before the opening of the altar. The monks who are familiar with each other are sitting together, whispering and discussing cheerfully.

They walked lightly to their seats one after another, trying not to attract attention.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he was seated, a sharp and strange tone suddenly rang out: "Isn't this Junior Brother Lie? Why, Junior Brother Lu, who is so precious and precious, also came to the lecture hall to listen to the sermon like us?"

The voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp thorn, severely piercing the originally harmonious atmosphere.

The name "One Succession" was too resounding. For a moment, hundreds of pairs of eyes gathered here, staring at him closely, trying to stare at him like a nail.

The air was instantly silent, forming two distinct worlds with the bustling square outside the door.Misty blue smoke slowly flowed out from the incense burner, and the elegant fragrance seemed a bit stuffy and pungent at the moment.

In front of him, the fellow students who spoke in a bad tone and deliberately provoked did not know each other one after another.

The other party's cultivation has reached the Golden Core realm, wearing the Taoist robe of an inner sect disciple, with mountains, seas and cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the skirt, his status is second only to that of the in-laws.

He twitched the corners of his mouth one after another, gave a perfunctory light smile, then turned his head and ignored it as if nothing happened.

There are too many people in Qiantianzong who don't like him, and he doesn't intend to put his strength and eyes on these people.

The lecture hall was still silent, and there was no sound.

Everyone wants to see a continuous joke.

The provocative classmates obviously didn't intend to give up, and continued to sneer: "Junior Brother Lu, as the disciple of Taoist Lord Juechen, crowded the lecture hall with us inner sects. Could it be that the Taoist Lord is no longer willing to give pointers alone?"

There is no truth to this statement.

It is common for the master to open the altar to preach, and the disciples who enter the house and outsiders listen to the lecture together.

There are also many direct disciples of other peak master elders present.

But "One after another, with low cultivation and mediocre talent, they are not qualified to be the disciples of Taoist Lord Juechen" is the favorite sentence of the same sect.

"No longer favored one after another" is what they like to see the most.

If one day he heard that "he was expelled from the sect by Taoist Juechen one after another", I'm afraid it would attract cheers and cheers from all the people.

Master is very kind to me.One after another sneered in his heart, still ignoring the other party.

After all, he is indeed mediocre, and he has no confidence to refute his peers' evaluation of him.What's more, the opponent's cultivation base is higher than his.

Xue Songyu next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and sneered coldly: "What's the matter between you and Taoist Juechen, what does it have to do with you?"

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

Qin Shi: ...

The big brother's misunderstanding is too big.

Xia Zhi: The cakes are so delicious?Brother likes it so much?