Fuck you

What Jiang Xuan said on the carriage roared like a curse in the hearts of each of the children. They seemed to be respectful and gentle with their heads pressed down, but in fact, a pair of small eyes with malicious intentions had long been floating in which space, standing upright. The little ears wished they could stick directly to the two people standing in front of them.

Xinghe glanced at Mingyuegui, with a very cold attitude: "It's nothing."

Mi Shu's hanging heart suddenly fell back into her stomach, feeling a little happy.

Mingyuegui let out a long "oh", anyway, he is used to Xinghe like this, he seems to lose his temper, especially when this person is happy sometimes, he is very calm, there is no clue on his face, and his eyes are even sharper , can kill people.

He was about to back away when Xinghe suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulled him to his side and said, "I still have something to do, you take them to where they live."

The teenagers pressed their heads, and the upper body, which had been lowered slightly, ran away from home, completely disobedient and unable to straighten up.Everyone's expressions were very rich, Jiang Xuan even turned his head quickly and bared his teeth at Ming Chen who was behind him regardless of his appearance.

Ning Yu stared at the ground in bewilderment. The result of the too long reflection arc is that he still hasn't figured out what happened.

Mi Shu was still smiling, but her skirt was almost torn apart by ten long fingernails.

The tear bubble almost brewed another tear of hatred for iron and steel.

Just now, Lord Youyang and Senior Brother Guiyue quarreled with each other without distinction, causing serious trauma to everyone's hearts. When they calmed down and took another sneaky look at them, the galaxy was gone. Only a black-clothed boy leaning on the pear tree, with long hair dancing in the wind, and a lazy smile on his handsome face, looked at the crowd while quickly circling a disciple Lingxin with his fingers. .

The sharp-eyed disciples immediately discovered that the disciple Lingxin was different from theirs, and it turned out to be the one given to Xinghe by Lingbao Tianzun.

So far, all the disciples have acquiesced to Jiang Xuan's words, this wild boy must be able to sit in the position of Xinghe disciple, he must have cheated by selling his appearance by all means...

Mingyuegui was completely unaware that these boys had imagined more than a dozen of his indescribable dramas, and was still flirting with his disciple Ling Xin, smiling at Aowen who was standing there blankly: "Come on, come here .”

He thought he had penetrated the minds of these teenagers.Xinghe has no taboos in doing things, and he doesn't care if he is used to it. Looking at the constipated faces of the juniors, he can guess that they must have been frightened by the scene just now.

To be honest, Mingyuegui himself was also taken aback, and the public dragged his back into a cold sweat.Aside from the embarrassment, the sweetness gradually returned.

Everyone knows that Xinghe doesn't like being close to others, but just now he has no scruples to pull him to his side. This kind of upright intimacy that Mingyuegui really loves to death, wishes to tell the world right away, "Look, This is the man I like!", "He treats me differently than you!"

Because of some unspeakable little thoughts, he even took out the disciple Lingxin that Xinghe had not taken away from his arms, and deliberately wrapped it around his fingertips in front of everyone.

Aowen came over to meet Mingyuegui's showing off eyes, and shrank his neck anxiously: "Is something wrong, young master?"

"I'm fine, can I call you?" The silk ribbon at the end of Lingxin hit Aowen on the forehead when it was turned around, and Mingyuegui hurriedly pulled it back and blew for a long time, "Well, which garden do these little bastards live in?"

Ao Wen said: "Jin Yuan."

Mingyuegui recalled a little bit, nodded: "Okay, it's none of your business, go and help me take care of Lord Youyang."

Aowen scratched his head and ran away, it is my duty to take care of Youyang Jun, why should I take care of you for you?baffling.

Ziwei Palace is still the same, the breeze has a nostalgic aroma, and you can imagine how lush and green the peach forest in the back mountain is just by sniffing.

Ning Qi grabbed his younger brother's shoulders and dragged him forward. Jiang Xuan behind him was still whispering: "Ning Yu, what are you doing so fast? I'll just say I'm not bragging. Take a look!"

Ning Yu turned her head quickly: "Oh, you are such a gossip!"

Jiang Xuan blew a few words proudly, Ning Qi turned his head impatiently, and happened to see Ming Chen's knife-like gaze on the person leading the way ahead.

He rubbed Ming Chen over and put his arm on the other's shoulder: "Boy Ming, shall I live next to you?"

Ning Qi didn't know why Mingchen looked at Guiyue so strangely. Thinking about it, there was no deep hatred. It was nothing more than a little conflict in Medicine Valley. He knew that Mingchen was unhappy because everyone talked about Bai Ze on the road. Yes, but Guiyue, who is not four or six years old, is not Mingyuegui. Although the name has two characters the same, it doesn't match just by looking at age and cultivation level!

Ming Chen responded with an "um", and Ning Qi listened to the twittering around him, and both of them whispered about the two master and apprentice, secretly weighed it, and found that Gui Yue's cultivation level was actually higher than his, and was a little annoyed.

He lowered his voice and coughed at everyone: "Shut up, and if I hear you gossiping like shrews again, I will send you to Senior Brother Youfeng to discipline you."

This move was too ruthless, the team was instantly silent, and Jiang Xuan shut up knowingly.

The empty Library Pavilion is lonely and deserted, the floating ash floats aimlessly among the light beams, the old spiral staircase makes an unbearable creaking sound from time to time, Qinghua stops and starts, picks up steps, and his thin figure passes through from time to time. Through the straight sky, and then into the darkness.

He walked all the way to the top floor. The space on the top floor was so small that he even had to half bend down.

Turning around two rows of bookshelves, a small wooden ladder stands at the corner of the wall. The surrounding walls slope inward, and a square cover is cut out on the top of the small wooden ladder like a cellar.

Qinghua stretched out his hand to push the lid open, and the sky was so bright that he narrowed his eyes for a moment.

Standing in place for a while, he brushed his messy long hair and stepped up the wooden ladder slowly.

Above is a small narrow terrace, tightly surrounding the torso of Zangshuge, with a huge glazed roof above the head, and the howling wind and the dizzying height at the feet, without any obstruction at all.

Most of the buildings in Jiuchongtian tend to be dignified and upright, and the Zangshu Pavilion is poked here like a needle of the sea. If it weren't for the profound foundation, it would have been demolished by Tianjun for "obstructing the beauty".

The height has its advantages. A small circle of terraces is built under the top of the treasure roof. From a distance, you can see half of the wall and the wonders of the Nine Heavens, and you can observe every corner of Ziwei Palace from a distance.

I don't know who built the terrace. The steep width is less than three feet, and it is difficult to turn around.

Qinghua stood facing the wind, his eyes piercing through the thin clouds and mists, he slowly slid from the majestic Lingxiao Temple in the distance to the dense peach forest in the back mountain, and stretched out with one foot.

The wind on the top of the pavilion was a bit strong, and he maintained this posture of jumping or not, and he was teetering. He stroked the hilt of the sword twice, and he pulled it out horizontally in front of his eyes with a "clang".