Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

The Hundred Years Competition is about to begin, and on the first night, the sky is already dark.

Song Shuiqing checked the contents of his storage bag three times before falling asleep.

On the second day, as soon as the servant called him, Song Shuiqing immediately opened his eyes, feeling sleepy and sore, as if someone had dripped mustard water into his eyes.

He struggled to get up from the bed, with dark circles under his eyes.While dressing, he asked the servant, "What time is it?"

The servant bowed respectfully: "Return to the young master, it is just Yinshi (three o'clock)."

Song Shuiqing: ...

Although he was a little tired, but when he thought that his brother could see him on stage, he suddenly became energetic, and his face was full of joy and pride.

In this way, he didn't delay any longer, and got out of bed to put on his shoes while yawning.

The master of the western realm practiced all night, and he just washed up, and he was just dressed.

Maybe he had something on his mind last night, so instead of replenishing his energy, the practice made him even more tired.

Seeing that his son was also up, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

The servant had already prepared breakfast, and there was a pile of refreshments on the table. The master of the Western Realm sat down at the table, picked up the refreshments and said calmly, "Your grandfather, my father-in-law is dying."

Song Shuiqing raised his head, his eyes changed a little, he paused and said, "My grandpa has died a long time ago, is he still taking the medicine?"

Landlord of the Western Territory: ...

He put the snacks in a bowl, raised his hand and gave his son's head a blow, making Song Shuiqing tearful.

The Landlord of the Western Realm sighed, and finally there was an adult look of sadness in his eyes.

"If your grandfather leaves, your second dog uncle may try to seize the throne, and our relationship with the northern border may become tense. When the western border becomes unstable, the creatures in the western border will suffer."

Song Shuiqing also realized something, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"If grandpa leaves, mother will be sad, and I will be sad too. Grandpa often stuffs me with delicious food, stuffing Lingshi."

Landlord of the Western Realm: "The old man often drinks with your father, and we agreed that we will play two rounds next time we see the old man."

Hearing this, Song Shuiqing looked at his father and said in disbelief, "So the reason why grandpa almost drank to death that night was because..."

The master of the Western Realm gave his son another blow. He released his coercion, making his son tremble, and said in a low voice, "If you dare to tell the story, I will throw you to the Western Desert!"

Song Shuiqing: ...

He hastily shut his mouth.

The old man is about to leave, and the owner of the Western Realm has lost his appetite. He looked at the roof and said to himself: "The old man is also powerful, and his cultivation level is hard to match in this world. Thousands of years ago, he fought against the demons with his own strength. Protecting the living beings in the north, I was pierced by thousands of demons, and my spiritual veins were also destroyed by demonic energy. Since then, I am not as good as a mortal, and I even have to eat a lot of spiritual pills every day to get out of bed."

Song Shuiqing asked: "Is there really no cure for this life?"

The master of the Western Realm glanced at his son, looked at his innocent appearance, and smiled wryly.When the sorrow dissipated, he returned to his former appearance.

He took a mouthful of side dish, chewed and said: "There are two ways. One is to seek the head of all immortals, the Great Emperor of Reincarnation, to add a few strokes to your grandfather's name after attaining Taoism and becoming an immortal. Second, It is to find the Nine-Revolution Immortal Physique Pill, one of which can expel the evil energy for your grandfather, shape the spirit body, and return to the stage of transcending tribulation."

"Ah?" Song Shuiqing's eyes lit up, and he was about to say something.

The master of the Western Realm snorted coldly, "The first one, you think highly of your father, they are all characters in the story book, it doesn't matter if you are there or not, and you have a bad temper, if you don't add something to your grandfather, don't say anything , it would be great if you don’t cut your father’s lifespan a few times.”

Song Shuiqing: ...

He tentatively asked, "Then the second...?"

The master of the Western Realm sneered again: "You still think too much about your father's face."

Song Shuiqing: ...

The master of the Western Realm said: "The elixir is also a legendary elixir. There are thousands of 27-year-old spiritual materials in it, all over the [-] realms. It has nothing to do with even [-]% of them. The second is the [-]-year-old spiritual material. This does not mean the millennium. , but a rare spiritual material in a thousand years. Finally, a ten-thousand-year spiritual material, which is rarer than your father."

Song Shuiqing was already dumbfounded just listening to the material, but it wasn't over yet.

"In the end, the person who practiced this alchemy had to be a cultivator who had crossed the tribulation, and the art of alchemy was so proficient that even the 27th-level masters who were regarded as the ancestors of alchemy could not even practice a single dregs of medicine. Supplemented with heavenly water, earthly fire, and original soil, only the beginning of gold can be cultivated."

Song Shuiqing: ...

He probably understood something, his eyes dimmed, and after barely filling his stomach, he finally asked his father.

"If the elixir can really be practiced well, what does it taste like?"

The master of the Western Realm also put down his chopsticks, looked at the window behind Song Shuiqing, and recalled: "Bitter, very bitter, a monk who is proficient in alchemy looked at Fang Zi and guessed, probably the kind that can make people's cheeks water."

Song Shuiqing nodded, and comforted himself: "Perhaps it's a blessing that God doesn't want grandpa to suffer."

But he knew in his heart that if he really had this medicine, even if it was ten thousand times more bitter than Huanglian, he would have to find a way to feed it to his grandfather.

Both of them barely ate enough, Song Shuiqing asked someone to bring a storage box for food.He had already stuffed a lot of food into the box, and he looked at the plates on the table, and picked out some snacks that he thought were delicious and clean, and put them in.

Although the master of the Western Realm said he was barely full, there was a new snack on the table that made him unsatisfied, and he wanted to eat two more bites. He never thought that this unfilial son would want to fill up all the food on the table!

Looking at the empty plate, the master of the Western Realm's veins twitched violently.

"Can you pretend to eat so much?"

Song Shuiqing said weakly: "I pretended to be brother Qi."

Although he spoke in a lackluster manner, his hands did not budge, and he cleaned up the pastries on the table.

Landlord of the Western Territory: ...

He waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up and participate in your competition!"

Song Shuiqing hesitated: "Then brother?"

As soon as this kid spoke, the master of the Western Realm knew what it meant.Anyway, this Xu Qi is also a capable person, so it doesn't hurt to recommend it to others.

Song Shuiqing was completely relieved after receiving the definite reply from the owner of the Western Territory.He hurriedly packed up his things and rushed to Nanjing Xiantai.

Nanjing Xiantai is where the century-old disciples of the Southern Territory competed. When he arrived, there would be crowds of people sitting under the stage in front of him, and the sky would be full of stars.

Song Shuiqing found the place where Fu Moshan's disciples were, and everyone yawned sleepily.

Song Shuiqing quickly asked: "Have the Peak Master and the others come?"

A disciple said tiredly: "Not yet."

"Ah?" Song Shuiqing was taken aback for a moment: "Didn't you let Maoshi (five o'clock) arrive?"

The disciple looked at him with complicated eyes and sighed.

"Can our time be the same as others' time?"

Song Shuiqing: ...

last night.

In the room, under the warm yellow candlelight, Wen Zhaoxi took a pen dipped in red ink to correct official documents.

Although he no longer cares about world affairs, as long as there is a major change in the 27th environment, he still has to go through his hands.

In previous years, it was Fu Xuandao who saved the official documents that could be released and handed them over to him once in the Immortal Palace after many years.

Now, he just happened to go down to the realm, conveniently dealt with the things accumulated over the years, and issued some new orders, so that he can be more relaxed in the future.

The official document exuding aura was opened automatically, and the golden writing gradually appeared——

"Hundred clans of immortal beasts from the upper realm battled with thousands of dead and wounded, and blood flowed like rivers. They all fought for the upper middle realm. Can the upper middle realm belong to the Qiongqi, Chaos, and Kun clans?"

Hundreds of clans have been fighting for several years, these three clans are fierce, and finally overwhelmed other dozens of clans, but the last procedure is still missing. For this reason, they cleaned themselves up and pretended to be good for decades, and the documents they served were revised several times. Ten times, just to get Wen Zhaoxi's permission.

Wen Chaoxi picked up the pen, and Zhu Mo wrote down two words.

"Not allowed."

All the efforts of the three clans came to naught.

The second official document opened: "The second demon lord of the demon world is bloodthirsty. He once massacred the city and killed millions of lives. Now he has been arrested by the righteous way. How should we deal with it?"

The tip of the pen slowly dropped a word: "Kill."

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The young master of the lower realm is ignorant, incapable of learning, disrespecting teachers, lacking in talent and virtue, and extremely lazy..." The person who wrote the letter was the master of the lower realm.

At the beginning, the young master of the lower realm was determined by Wen Zhaoxi's permission, and the master of the lower realm did not dare to move easily.

"Useless." After writing the word, the night was already dark.

Wen Zhaoxi looked at the sky, and it was already ugly time (one to three o'clock), he put down his pen, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his gaze slowly moved into the distance.

Xu Chaoqi knew that the Centennial Competition was going to be held on the second day, so he had to go too.

He originally decided to go to bed as soon as it got dark, but the script turned out to be too fascinating. He thought about delaying going to sleep for another half an hour, but he didn't realize that it would be midnight!

The young man lay on the pillow and yawned. Although dark circles appeared under his eyes, he became more energetic the more he looked.

Wen Zhaoxi slowly walked into the quiet courtyard, and the night wind blew his white clothes, making him look even more immortal.

Feeling the lit magic weapon, he frowned slightly, moved his fingertips, and then stopped.

He is used to dealing with major affairs in the world, but he has concerns about this matter. If he knocks on the door, he may make Xiao Yao suspicious; why not let him go on?Boil your body?

Wen Zhaoxi frowned even more.

If the person who just wrote the letter knew that Head Wen would delay making a decision because his junior brother didn't go to bed, he might die of depression.

Wen Zhaoxi was helpless, the surrounding wind was stronger, and it actually blew away Xu Chaoqi's half-covered window.

Hearing the noise, Xu Chao rose and lifted the quilt.Unexpectedly, with such a lift, the shiny magic weapon in his hand was blown under the bed.

When he went to pick it up, he found that the magic weapon was no longer lit.

Xu Chaoqi cast spells on the magic weapon suspiciously, but found that the magic weapon seemed to be broken?

As soon as I left the storybook, sleepiness gradually struck.

Xu Chaoqi held the book and looked at the night, thinking that it was getting late, so he pushed the magic weapon aside and asked his senior brother to look at it tomorrow.

He yawned, rolled up the quilt, and buried his head in the pillow.

In the early morning, at Chenshi (seven o'clock), Xu Chaoqi opened his hazy eyes, looked at the sky outside the window and knew it was time to get up.

However, his eyes were stinging, as if they were stuck, he turned over, and the waterfall-like black hair covered his face.

In the end, he got up as if he had lost his soul, entered the hot spring in the room, and took a bath for himself.

The young man walked through the corridor in clogs in a daze, his hair was wet, his phoenix eyelashes were very long, but he didn't open them very much, and his clothes were casually draped over his body.