After binding the system, I caught the villain in the comprehension world

Leng Qingqiu and Shen Yunyun were walking in the city lord's mansion, and happened to see Chu Han holding Luo Qingyu in his arms and spreading dog food intimately.

Shen Yunyun sighed: "Senior Chu and Senior Luo have such a good relationship!"

Since the real Wen Heng came back, he has been much stricter to them.

In fact, they know it is for their own good.

"En." Leng Qingqiu nodded in agreement.

Shen Yunyun looked sideways, her face frightened, "Old Ancestor Wen..."

A few days ago, she discovered that Wen Heng had become cold and ruthless, treating Leng Qingqiu with no pretense.

Leng Qingqiu quietly squeezed Shen Yunyun's palm to signal her not to be afraid.

Shen Yunyun immediately bowed her head like a quail, not daring to speak.

Old Ancestor Wen left the sect without saying a word to look for opportunities to ascend.

After searching to no avail, he brought Leng Qingqiu to Huacheng with her to find an opportunity to help the sect practice.

Some time ago, Old Ancestor Wen had an amiable personality, but now he has become cold and indifferent again, the gap is too great.

"You two are not practicing in the room, what are you doing here!" Wen Heng's voice was cold.

Leng Qingqiu's heart trembled, and he said respectfully: "We'll go back immediately."

"Shen Yunyun, go back first, Qingqiu stay here." Wen Heng's eyes fell on the Jindan cultivators who were hugging each other not far ahead, his eyes were full of disgust.

These monks don't know the sufferings of the world, let alone how difficult it is to cultivate, they only know how to waste time talking about love!

Waste of qualifications!

Wen Heng's education method is strict teachers to produce high-quality apprentices. Only by being treated harshly can apprentices grow up!

Leng Qingqiu seemed to be slacking off a lot these days, messing around with Shen Yunyun all the time.

How will such a mind lead Qing Yunzong to a higher level in the future!

Thinking that he was going to sit down soon, he felt even more depressed.

Shen Yunyun was worried about Leng Qingqiu and didn't want to leave, but facing Shang Wenheng's cold and heartless eyes, she could only grit her teeth and leave first.

"Master, Yunyun has a bit of a temperament..." Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but want to say something nice for Shen Yunyun.

Wen Heng interrupted: "I don't need to know how other people are,"

He looked at Leng Qingqiu and said: "During this time, you have slacked off a lot."

"Disciple knows his mistake." Leng Qingqiu bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"You are the only apprentice accepted by this seat," Wen Heng said with a stern expression, "You should be clear about what you should do and what you should not do."

Don't waste your energy on unnecessary feelings.

Leng Qingqiu is clear.

Because her master has always educated her like this.

Only that person will encourage her and affirm her.

"Disciple understands." Leng Qingqiu did not argue or refute.

Wen Heng looked away and looked into the distance, "The future of Qing Yunzong can only depend on you, don't let me down."

"Master, this disciple's ability is not enough..." Leng Qingqiu asked himself that he still had no ability to take care of the future of Qingyun Sect.

She was even more afraid of disappointing Wen Heng.

What Wen Heng despised most was Leng Qingqiu's lack of self-confidence, and scolded: "If you are not enough, try hard enough! You can use inadequacy as an excuse for everything, how can you get things done? Cultivation as a monk is a struggle with the sky. If you don't want to make progress, It would be better to abolish this cultivation base!"

Leng Qingqiu looked ashamed, "The disciple is guilty."

"Fellow Daoist Wen, have you started to teach your disciples early in the morning?" Song Qianzhi said with a smile.

A big man said to a little girl with a cold face, saying that the sect will be handed over to you in the future?

Is it because all the men in the sect are dead?

Give everything to the little girl?

Leng Qingqiu is also the master who worshiped after eight lifetimes of misfortune.

Wen Heng frowned and reminded: "Your Excellency, you should pay attention to your address."

How dare a Nascent Soul Stage call him fellow daoist?

The smile on Song Qianzhi's lips faded, "When you become a real Huashen, I will naturally call you a senior."

"You..." Wen Heng felt that Song Qianzhi was simply unreasonable!

Since he thought that he climbed into Hua Wumian's bed, he began to offend others unscrupulously.

When she is abandoned by Hua Wumian in the future, she will naturally be liquidated.

This kind of behavior of pretending to be a tiger will stumble sooner or later.

Leng Qingqiu glanced at Song Qianzhi, wondering why this senior felt so familiar to her.

"Let's go." Wen Heng was too lazy to entangle Song Qianzhi.

Leng Qingqiu nodded towards Song Qianzhi, followed Wen Hengdao's pace, and left quickly.

Song Qianzhi stood still and sighed, shaking his head, Qing Yunzong probably couldn't go far.

When he turned around, he saw Hua Wumian with an expressionless face.

Song Qianzhi: "..."

My wife makes no sound when walking.

Although it is true that the monk walks silently, but he still feels a little guilty?

Hua Wumian walked up to Song Qianzhi, and said intentionally, "I feel distressed?"

Seeing that his wife was jealous, Song Qianzhi reached out and hugged her, "I love you more."

Hua Wumian snorted coldly, "I have nothing to worry about."

"My dear, I was too tired last night." Song Qianzhi said shamelessly.

Hua Wumian glared at the other party, "Don't be a rascal."

"Then are you tired?" Song Qianzhi leaned over to kiss his wife.

"Not tired! I'm not tired!" Hua Wumian insisted.

Although he knew Song Qianzhi didn't have any feelings for Leng Qingqiu, but he was a little jealous.

Thinking that Song Qianzhi had done so many things and been admired by so many people before he knew him, his heart felt sour.

This person is his.

"Leng Qingqiu counts me as half a disciple, and you count her as half a teacher's wife." Song Qianzhi pushed the bangs on Blossoming Wumian's forehead, leaned over and kissed him, "I will never be separated from you when I do anything in the future."

"But, in case you receive..."

For other possession tasks, if he had to do dog licking or something, he would die of discomfort.

Hua Wumian is unwilling.

Song Qianzhi was naturally unwilling.

He hugged him, "I'll think of a way."

He can only be Hua Wumian's licking dog alone, and he never wants to be someone else's licking dog.

"Am I being too capricious?" Hua Wumian realized that she was too possessive of Song Qianzhi.

Especially after the two opened their hearts, he has been following Song Qianzhi every step of the way.

"How can you be willful?" Song Qianzhi sucked his wife's lips and rubbed them lightly, "I like you like this, only in this way can I feel that you care about me."

In fact, his view of feelings is also a bit morbid, I am afraid that Hua Wumian will not love him one day.

Obviously, I am also very uneasy, and I also make my partner uneasy.

Hua Wumian hugged Song Qianzhi tightly, feeling the breath of the other party. After losing and recovering, both of them felt unreal.

As if they will be separated again.

"Hey, let's go back to the study? The auction will start in a few days. After it's over, you'll have to do what you've always wanted to do." Song Qianzhi said vaguely.

Hua Wumian nodded, "Yes."

During this period of time, their intimate contact did not reach the end, but Song Qianzhi kept doing all kinds of tricks to make him exhausted to the point of begging for mercy.

It seems that this is the only way to make each other feel real.