Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Song Chunhan is a person who wants face when he wants face. When he doesn't want face, he is a licking dog among dogs, and he almost licks the floor.

What is face?In front of the goddess, he didn't want such a thing. He knelt down in front of Mr. Futong in public, threatening her, asking her to accept him as an apprentice.

Song Chunhan is the only son of Song Ming from the Chasing Wind Sect. He was also pampered and raised since he was a child. He has never experienced any setbacks. The worst somersault he has ever had since he was a child was just losing a fight with his father's disciples.

Afterwards, he was depressed for a while, and swore to the sky that he would practice martial arts well, but then he went to drink in the flower house again, and the oath he made a few days ago was completely forgotten.

Now Song Chunhan knelt down in front of everyone, looking at Mr. Futong expectantly, hoping that she could accept him as an apprentice.

Fu Tongjun just gave him a cold look, shook his head, and ruthlessly rejected his request.

The crowd of onlookers sighed, thinking how could this bustling end before they finished watching it?

After all, Song Chunhan is also the only son and young master of the famous sect. If he goes to Mingxia Mountain to become a junior disciple, what will his family do?I think Mr. Futong also considered it from this direction, so he rejected him.

Song Chunhan still didn't give up, he refused to get up and still knelt, as if he wanted to force Mr. Futong to accept him as his apprentice.

this person--

It seems that he has no good intentions. Rumor has it that Song Chunhan of Zhufengmen is ignorant and spends his days drinking and drinking. Now he is kneeling on Mingxia Mountain and forcing Mr. Futong to accept him as a disciple. Want to take advantage of her?

Everyone stared even tighter, wanting to hear what reason Mr. Fu Tong used to reject Song Chunhan.

"Are you sure you want to be a disciple of Mingxia Mountain?"

Song Chunhan nodded vigorously, expressing his wishes.

But Fu Tongjun sneered: "Are you worthy?"

As soon as the three words came out, the audience was in an uproar. Everyone did not expect that the new acting suzerain would be so disrespectful to Zhufengmen.

Song Ming's expression was relaxed——

As an old man, he has educated his son countless times, but this rebellious son has become more and more disobedient as he grows up. Up to now, he can only ask others to educate him.

Mr. Fu Tong directly slapped his son in the face in public, it was simply——

Very good!Rebels should be taught a lesson!

Mr. Futong continued: "You, Song Chunhan, are arrogant, disrespectful of ordinary people, have conflicts with common people repeatedly, and have no heart for the common people. What qualifications do you have to be my disciple? You imprison living beings and let the parrot do it for you. People who do evil and don’t respect nature, what qualifications do you have to be my disciple? You have repeatedly offended Qingyan Peak, you are extremely rude to meritorious seniors, and you don’t even understand filial piety towards your own biological father. What qualifications do you have to be my disciple? Wasting food, wasting money, even looking at my beauty and having evil thoughts, such a waste, such a fool, what qualifications do you have to kneel here?!"

"Good scolding!" Song Ming got up and applauded and said, "Fu Jun said well!"

Song Ming's expression was agitated, his face was flushed, and he clapped his hands vigorously to applaud Mr. Fu Tong. His behavior was abrupt and beyond everyone's expectations.

Everyone present could not help whispering and discussing in private whispers.

They were discussing how useless Song Chunhan is, and his son was angry at being scolded by Mr. Fu Tong, but instead cheered. It seems that Song Chunhan can only be described as the devil king at home.

Even the well-informed Yue Qianqiu was a little shocked. How could this person be hated by others, even his own father would stand up and scold him?

Song Chunhan didn't show any embarrassment on his face, he looked up at Mr. Futong, he didn't care what others said about him, he just asked Mr. Futong: "How can I become Mr. Fu's disciple?"

Mr. Futong looked down at him, as if he was too lazy to entangle with him: "You have had conflicts with a few people, and you have to save a few people from fire and water, and you have to save as many lives as you have imprisoned. You don't respect your elders—" Fu Tongjun pointed to Yue Qianqiu and Song Ming, and said to Song Chunhan: "You just go to ask the elders for forgiveness, how much food you waste, how much money you waste, you can't use martial arts, you have to give it to me Earn them one by one!"

Song Chunhan looked at Mr. Futong, her expression was still indifferent, with deep disgust for the naughty children.

Mr. Futong will not be kidnapped by morality, she doesn't care what others think of her, and she doesn't care what the consequences will be if she doesn't accept Song Chunhan as an apprentice - at most, she will be talked about a few times, and it won't hurt her bones.

But Song Chunhan is indeed extremely stubborn, Mr. Futong now only has a heartfelt disgust for Song Chunhan, and even the few glances that leaked out are filled with impatient disgust.

This disgust makes Song Chunhan afraid.

It's just a kind of disgusting emotion that looks down on her completely. It's not that she really hates her, not hate, Mr. Futong looks at Song Chunhan like looking at a cockroach, and it will be annoying if it gets on it.

Song Chunhan listened to Mr. Futong counting his crimes in detail, and as he listened, a feeling of guilt finally appeared in his heart.

If it weren't for his own father's face, Mr. Fu Tong's Clear Water Sword would have been able to greet him at this moment. It's not that Song Chunhan doesn't understand this truth, but Mr. Fu Tong is so beautiful that her eyes are stained with impatience. Disgusting, that is nothing more than adding a trace of colorful clouds to the sunset glow in the sky.

Song Chunhan was satisfied just by looking at her face.

But Mr. Fu Tong turned around, he didn't even want to look at Song Chunhan's face, she was so embarrassed just now, she didn't want to pay attention to that arrogant dude at all.

Song Chunhan had a remorseful face, and Yue Qianqiu had a funny face.

Yue Qianqiu looked at Song Chunhan, thinking that finally someone could cure this arrogant and arrogant person.

Song Chunhan was severely scolded by Mr. Futong, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, talking to him endlessly, the thick-skinned Song Chunhan didn't care, he raised his eyes and met Yue Qianqiu's gaze, in his heart Give birth to a plan.

Song Chunhan walked straight in front of Yue Qianqiu, and knelt down with a plop.

"A few months ago, the younger generation offended the senior. It was the younger generation's fault. I implore the senior to forgive me!"

Why does this sentence sound so cool?I was almost airdropped by you. You didn't apologize a few months ago, but today you were rejected by the goddess and immediately slipped to your knees. How do you say that?

Human nature is cheap!

Yue Qianqiu chuckled lightly and shook his head: "Apart from me?"

Only then did Song Chunhan notice Mu Shenxue standing behind him.

Mu Chenxue's expression on you has finally been sanctioned is quite annoying to be honest, but if Mu Chenxue didn't ask for forgiveness, Mr. Fu Tong would definitely not accept him as a disciple.

So Song Chunhan could only get up, stepped forward in three steps, took Mu Chenxue's hand, and said to him affectionately: "Xiaoxue, I was wrong."

This tone!

Mu Chenxue was really disgusted by Song Chunhan.

He gasped, pushed Song Chunhan away with all his strength, hugged Yue Qianqiu's hand again, and said pitifully to Yue Qianqiu: "Master, Master, this person is so scary."

"If you offend our Axue, Master will not let him go," Yue Qianqiu comforted Mu Shenxue and said, "Don't worry, Master promises to teach him a lesson."

Song Chunhan stood fearlessly in the center of the stage, looked around and stared closely at Yue Qianqiu and Mu Shenxue.

Today, the limelight of Mr. Fu Tong's C debut was taken by Song Chunhan, the black, red, black and red hot search list. Everyone is gossiping about the relationship between Song Chunhan and Mr. Fu Tong, and why Mr. Fu Tong is so unlucky , Just as soon as he took office, he got such a guy.

Yue Qianqiu coughed lightly, shook his head and said, "Although you apologize verbally, you don't feel remorse either in your heart or in your actions. You just want to make a superficial effort to win Fu Jun's favor."

Song Chunhan shook his head: "I am sincere."

"Sincerely?" Yue Qianqiu laughed: "Since that's the case, I want you to follow me back to Qingyan Peak, be my sweeping disciple, and sweep the dust in front of the door for me. I won't let you go for a day, and you can't leave Qingyan for a day. Feng, I don't know how the spring chill will be?"

Yue Qianqiu didn't intend to forgive Song Chunhan at first, since he wanted to apologize, he couldn't even make an apology, so don't blame yourself for being ruthless, just happened to be short of a few sweepers, you are the young master, come back to my hometown to do it with me Clean up!

Before Song Chunhan agreed, his father agreed to him first.

"Okay! I support it!" Song Ming said: "Someone is willing to teach the dog, the old man can't ask for it, I implore the master of Yuefeng to take the dog to Qingyan Peak, and give him all the servant work of Qingyan Peak. In short, he just needs to teach him a good lesson. Meal!"

Seeing that his own father had sold him out, Song Chunhan could only grit his teeth and swallow, and squeezed out the word "good" from his mouth.

Yue Qianqiu liked to see Song Chunhan hate him but couldn't get rid of him. He continued: "Chunhan, although you are a disciple of sweeping the floor, you are also my apprentice. Today, in front of the big guys, I accept you as a disciple of sweeping the floor." , I hope you will respect, teacher, respect, and Dao in the future, and you must not be disobedient as a teacher—" He pulled Mu Chenxue past him, pointed at Mu Chenxue, and said to Song Chunhan, "Brother."

Fu Tongjun turned his back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking that he is indeed an expert who has lived hundreds of years more than them, and he is so unique in teaching dudes.

"Brother!" Song Chunhan said through gritted teeth.

"Okay! I've accepted you as a sweeping disciple!" Yue Qianqiu said with a smile, "Follow me back to Qingyan Peak in a few days."

This draft ended after a farce. Although the acting suzerain was selected, apart from the election, the peak masters of Zhufeng still have some important matters to discuss, and they still need to stay here for a few more days.

For Yue Qianqiu, the other meetings are just meetings with mice, discussing hole drilling, unnecessary, there is no need to attend, and he can escape by saying that he is not feeling well, that he is about to lose his mind and so on.

He still wants to stay with his sister for a while longer, after all, this old Taoist really doesn't want his brother to rest assured!

But before his plan succeeded, he heard the door creak and someone came into his room——

Who?

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The author has something to say:

Song Ming belike: Eating potato chips, drinking coke, watching others scolding my son, getting excited, standing up and applauding, good scolding!Swear more!Is there any more?