Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Brother Long: "..."

Brother Long almost didn't cry on the spot.

He almost suspected that he was deaf, so he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the auditory hallucinations in his ears, then knelt down in front of Xue Lingjing, and knelt his head into the ground.

Xue Lingjing didn't speak, but Cen Qihe said warmly, "Don't be afraid, Master and I just want to ask you why you are hiding in the coffin."

Brother Long let out a "woo woo" and looked at Xiao Ning. Xiao Ning shook his head with soybean-like sweat on his forehead.

They didn't answer, Cen Qihe didn't speak, just put away the smile on his lips, and looked at them fixedly.

The two children trembled when they were looked at, and Brother Long became anxious, and he said to himself again: "Shi Daxian, Shi Daxian... woo woo woo..."

There was a chuckle in his ears, and Shi Daxian in the coffin sat up, half leaning on the coffin board, twisting his hair at the side of his temples, and said with his lips: "When you went out just now, I hid a bunch of hair in your sleeve , you wrap it around your left ring finger."

Brother Long seemed to have grasped at straws, and immediately did so.

Shi Shi praised him as "Good boy", and said: "My good disciple, whatever I say later, you can say whatever you want."

Brother Long didn't care about this nonsensical title, he just nodded repeatedly.

Xue Lingjing: "What are you kowtowing for?"

Shi Shi chuckled and hooked his fingers, and saw his newly recognized good apprentice screamed and jumped up from the ground like a puppet on a string. Then he pushed his finger, and Long Ge's body straightened forward, straight He hugged Xue Lingjing's thigh.

Xue Lingjing: "..."

Cen Qihe: "..."

Shitou: "Quick, cry and call Master."

Brother Long had no choice but to follow suit, and even took advantage of the problem, wiped his nose on Xue Lingjing's snowy silk pants: "Master!!!"

Xue Lingjing's face was half green, and he wanted to lift his foot to kick the person away, but he couldn't bear to kick a child with the dignity of a fairy, so he had to wink at Cen Qihe.

Cen Qihe waved his sleeve to flick Brother Long's shoulder, unexpectedly the child's left shoulder dropped and slid away like a loach.

He was startled, straightened his face, stood up, took a step forward, and reached out to grab Brother Long's arm again.

Brother Long dodged subconsciously, but his left hand, which was tied with hair, was pulled forward.

There was a soft "pop".

Before Cen Qihe realized what had happened, he felt a pain in his wrist, a golden light exploded in front of his eyes, and he saw that the child who was less than six feet in front of him was holding a folding fan in his hand, and the back of the fan lightly touched the bones of his hand. Blow, and then withdraw, unfolded with a "swish", and the gilt fan flatly faced his throat, and an inch further forward could hurt his lifeline.

The white jade fan was dangling in front of his door, with the word "Wu" on it, it wasn't the folding fan that was taken away by someone just now!

"You..." Cen Qihe took two steps back, raised his palm to press down the folding fan, frowned and said, "It was you just now?"

Not me, I didn't.

Brother Long was about to cry, but the voice in his ears rang again, so he turned his head and continued to grab Xue Lingjing's knee, crying, "Master! You see, my skill is unique in the world. Dugu seeks defeat, and has no interest in life." , This life is a rare match! It is said that you have the "Mirror Fan" that all the monks have dreamed of, and you can fight with me... Ah no, it is [-]-[-], why don't you accept me as a closed disciple, and we will learn from each other every day , from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, let's get rid of the pain of lovesickness!"

Everyone: "..."

Xue Lingjing: "..."

"Naughty boy." After a long silence, Xue Lingjing spoke, his voice colliding like jade beads. He raised his finger and pointed to the two incense sticks in front of the statue, "Although I don't know which expert instructed you to fool my Wuling disciples, but I will give you a stick of incense. At the time of Xiang, you should tell the truth, I will let you go, let you worship under the Qihe sect, and accept his mantle... Do you understand what I mean?"

When he was speaking, his long eyelashes drooped, his eyes were as clear as snow, his breath was like blue, and he was not angry and majestic. Unknowingly, Brother Long was stunned, his breath was stagnant and he didn't know what to do. I don't know where to put it.

At this moment, his uncontrollable left hand suddenly raised, grabbing Xue Lingjing's pants.

Xue Lingjing's icy, snowy elegance was immediately wiped out, and he kicked his heart out at Brother Long. Brother Long screamed, pulling him by the hair of his left hand and pulling him back, carrying him like a paper kite. Back a few meters.

"You don't have to drink a toast." Xue Lingjing stood up and said word by word, his voice was as cold as ice beads popping out, "It seems that I have no choice but to meet this expert in person."

He twisted his fingers, and a silk fan lay across his palm. Different from Cen Qihe's folding fan, this "Mirror Mirror Fan" was three feet long, with jade as the bone and silk as the surface. The drum, silver bright and transparent, can reflect the shadow of a person like a mirror.

"Mingjing fan." Shitou squinted his eyes and showed a satisfied smile. With a hook of his finger, Brother Long fell and swayed, avoiding the first fan.

The little baby was almost scared to pee his pants, but unfortunately there was no mercy on either side, Xue Lingjing put away the fan, and pointed the handle like a sword at him to swallow, Long Ge raised his head and hid with a "golden bell hanging upside down", unexpectedly the silk With a horizontal movement of the fan, it spread out with a "swish", and the huge fan surface was drawn towards his cheek.

Brother Long yelled loudly, and then he pressed the fan with his left hand and jumped up, his whole body fell on the bone of the fan lightly and weightlessly. Fan Gu galloped for two steps, raised his toes to kick Xue Lingjing's fan-holding wrist.

When the figure was intertwined, Xue Lingjing's eyes darkened, and suddenly he dropped his fan and grabbed Long Ge's left arm. Long Ge was shocked, raised his left hand to block, and watched his left hand collide with Xue Lingjing in the blink of an eye. Dozens of fights, shouting in my heart: Shi Daxian, Shi Daxian, my hand hurts, I can't hold it anymore!

Shi Shi was also depressed, thinking that the child's body is so useless, he glanced at Xue Lingjing again, and suddenly said, "Kiss him."

Brother Long only felt a "boom" in his head, and the seven souls flew away and the six souls flew away.

He couldn't avoid seeing Xue Lingjing's face close at hand, with snow-covered cheeks and Lanzhi's beautiful jade, he just gritted his teeth and was cruel, and really pouted his lips to kiss him.

Xue Lingjing was stunned for a moment, and then confronted that glib mouth. No matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't help but get flustered. He forgot the move in his hand, and also forgot that it was a child who was fighting with him, so he pinched a The sword formula hits the person.

He was messed up, but the stone was not messed up. Brother Long seized this moment and scrambled and crawled under his armpit, aiming at the opening in his back, his left hand gathered enough strength, and he swung it away with his backhand.

With a "slap", it hit Master Xue's ass.

It’s over.

The first thought that flashed through Brother Long's mind was the dishes of the decapitated rice.

The stone in the coffin rolled on the ground laughing, everyone in Wuling gasped, no one dared to look at Xue Lingjing's face.

Xue Lingjing froze for a moment.

When the incense in front of the statue burned out, he turned around slowly and flicked his fingers expressionlessly.

"Xue, Immortal Xue, I'm not... eh... eh?" Brother Long was about to say something when he suddenly looked at his palm and screamed, "Eh???"

"Are you looking for this?" Xue Lingjing said indifferently, his voice was cold and clear.

He raised his palm, with a slender strand of hair between his fingertips.