Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

Xu Chaoqi dazedly burrowed into his senior brother's coat, perhaps this morning's senior brother was unprepared, and he really pressed his face to his chest.

He heard a strong heartbeat through the hot chest, and the messy black hair hung around his waist.

Wen Zhaoxi hugged a ball in his arms, and some memories appeared in his mind.

For thousands of years, there was little light in the hall, and on the ice-cold black stone slab, a person in a long Taoist robe knelt on the futon, and said cautiously and sincerely: "Master, many disciples of the peak master in the door want to set the morning hour to Push back two quarters or half an hour."

He flipped through the ancient books without lifting his eyelids: "Not allowed."

As the memory faded, Wen Zhaoxi put his side face on the top of Xu Chaoqi's hair. He washed the other party's hair last night, and the scent of herbs and sandalwood adhered to it.

He closed his eyes and kissed the corners of his younger brother's eyes, thinking that he would talk to Fu Xuandao about the time-consuming matter.

After all, Xu Chaoqi got up all at once.

When eating breakfast, his brother's voice of "my man" was circling in his mind, his chopsticks were clenched tightly, his eyelashes were drooping, his cheeks were reddish, and he kept swallowing his food without lifting his head.

After Xu Chaoqi finished teaching the last two days, it happened to be the half-yearly handover time.

He was inexplicably guilty, but he still stood up straight and handed in the thick stack of handouts.

The lecture notes were handed over layer by layer, and finally handed over to Fu Xuandao.

The lights in the room flickered, and a figure was reflected on the window.

Fu Xuandao sat at the table flipping through the handouts, no matter how busy he was, he would deliberately pick out the little master's handouts and go through them.

The little master's handwriting is serious and beautiful, every sentence is clear and to the point, he can't even see a single redundant word.

Fu Xuandao had long heard that the classes taught by the little master were full of seats, but now it seems that the little master's teaching ability is really extraordinary.

He turned nearly ten pages in the first day's handout alone, and there were eight pages in the second day.

Fu Xuandao nodded happily, until the third day was seven pages, the fourth day was six pages, and the fifth day was also six pages...

He read less and less as he went back, but the number of words per day was more than a thousand words.

But when the tenth day began to get stuck, Fu Xuandao paused, but still nodded.

The little master's handwriting has never been messed up, and he must have often copied the handwriting of the master, so there are six or seven images of the two handwriting.

When Fu Xuandao finished flipping through No. 15, his fingertips stopped suddenly. He stared blankly at the neat page and leaned back on the back of the chair.

As the head sect, how could he not know the name of the head sect?

He sat up numbly, sweat dripping from his forehead.He curled his fingers and looked at the writing on it carefully.

[No. 16th, lecturer: Xu Chaoqi, the array is for...]

Fu Xuan said: ...

This is obviously written by the master!

With his palms on the table, he almost couldn't sit still.

He rolled his Adam's apple, pursed his lips, and carefully stretched out his hand to gently open a page, not daring to leave any wrinkles.

The head of the sect pretended to be very serious, but these 27 hard-to-find words were neatly written on the handouts, which seemed like a dream.A year ago, with just one glance, he would be sure that the words were false!

Only today is different.

Fu Xuandao wiped the sweat from his brow and turned back. The head of the sect wrote [-] words every day, obviously he wanted the little master to give him an "excellent" rating.

He imagined it for a while, and even had a horrifying thought, fearing that the head master would still enjoy it when he wrote it for the younger master.

Fu Xuan said: ...

This idea is bad.

He hurriedly flipped through it, and the rest was all written by ghosts, and the content was no lower than any handout.

His wrist trembled slightly, dipped in red ink, and wrote the word "Excellent" on the cover of the handout.

All the handouts given by Yingtianzong will be posted internally.There is no limit to the merits each time, sometimes there are hundreds of copies, sometimes only a few.

This time, the little master's lectures naturally got the attention of all the lecturers of Yingtianzong in advance.

They opened the little master's lecture notes, and all the lecturers were full of praise.

"Little master is worthy of being the young sect back then. He has a deep understanding of Taoism and good calligraphy."

"Ah! Although this sentence is written in formation, it can also be used in chess. Why didn't I think of it?"

"The method of this series of calculations is simply amazing, I have been taught."

When the handout turned to No. 16, the hand of the person who turned the paper was hanging in the air, and the front of the list suddenly fell silent.

They stared blankly at the words on it for a long while, and finally someone's scalp tingled and he whispered something.

"This word... good."

How could it be bad?They have seen the same handwriting on the gate rules that have been handed down for many years.

Sweat dripped from everyone's foreheads, and their bodies tensed up.Someone elbowed his companion, signaling to say a few words, so that the atmosphere would not be so stiff.

"This... well, I'll wait... I'm still inexperienced... I can't understand it yet."

"Good...extremely...wonderful...admiration, admiration."

Everyone swallowed their saliva, hurriedly lowered their heads and turned around in a hurry.The little master is too capable. They didn't want to write in the past, so they brought their disciples to write for them.

Fortunately for the little master, halfway through writing, he threw the pen away, and the rest is all written by the master!

They wiped the sweat off their brows, the sect master was too indulgent to the little master.

After Xu Chaoqi knew that he had won the scholarship, he also realized that his lecture notes might be posted by everyone.

He was lying on the table with his forehead pressed against the table, his cheeks were a little hot, this matter made people ashamed.

The wooden table was next to the window, and the cool breeze from the waterfall was blown in. The heat in Xu Zhaoqi's mind gradually subsided, and he also recovered some sanity.

The redness on his face disappeared, he looked up at the golden clouds outside the window, suddenly remembered something, took out the sound transmission stone, and called Song Shuiqing's name.

The big ship in the western region was shuttling through the sea of ​​clouds, and the atmosphere inside the ship was solemn.

Song Shuiqing lowered his head and looked lonely. He secretly looked at the pile of medicine bottles on the table. His grandfather had taken these medicines so many times, and now they are becoming more and more useless.

His grandfather used to wake up for half an hour a day, but now he can wake up for an hour a day. They all thought that his grandfather was getting better, but the Huashen doctor said that his grandfather was back to life, and they may live for another month at most.

Song Shuiqing was depressed for a while, he suddenly opened the storage bag and rummaged hard, and found a lot of pills he collected in the southern border, including the pill that Brother Qi often gave him after knocking it as jelly beans.

There was a soft sigh in the air, and the sound of footsteps approaching, Song Shuiqing raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Father, is my grandpa okay?"

The master of the Western Realm ruffled Song Shuiqing's hair with his big hands, and he sighed with complicated eyes.

He didn't want to lie to his son, and sighed, "Unless you have the Nine-Revolution Immortal Physique Pill, there is no way to return to heaven."

Song Shuiqing went limp all of a sudden.

After the Western Realm Lord left, the sound transmission stone on Song Shuiqing's waist suddenly rang.

Song Shuiqing untied the sound transmission stone with trembling fingers, and there was a choking sound in the air.

He confided all his sufferings to Xu Chaoqi, and Xu Chaoqi listened quietly and comforted him.

Across the sound transmission stone, Xu Chaoqi thought for a moment and asked, "Is the elixir I gave you still there?"

Song Shuiqing nodded with red eyes, Xu Chaoqi heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, the Nine-Revolution Life Immortal Physique Pill is very difficult to get, I'll ask my senior brother at night, maybe I still have some clues.

I don't have spiritual energy in my body, and my brother made many pills for me back then, only this pill can replenish some spiritual energy for me, presumably this pill can also save my grandfather's life.If we can continue, we will slowly search for spiritual materials, and we will be able to refine the Ninth Revolution Life Immortal Physique Pill. "

Song Shuiqing was grateful all the time, from this moment on, he regarded Xu Chaoqi closer than his own brother.

The sound transmission stone gradually went out, and the big boat stopped suddenly.

The clouds became less and less, Song Shuiqing walked down, the city wall was towering, and the soil under his feet was dry and cracked.

He and the host of the Western Realm walked on the plank, and what was in the moat was not water, but magma.

For the water comes from the sky, flows down from the south, and is almost exhausted in the north.Therefore, the southern border is a land of extreme water, and the northern border is a land of extreme drought.

Similarly, when the sun rises in the east, the days in the east are long and the nights are short, making it a place of extreme sun.The days in the west are short and the nights are long, making it an extremely cloudy place.

In the corner between these places, such as the northwest border, it is cloudy and dry, the sky is full of sand and dust, and the bottom is cold and bitter, with many monsters.

If it is in the southwest, it is cloudy and damp, and there are many things and ghosts here.

27 The best environment is the middle environment, neither yin nor yang, neither tide nor drought, it is the place where ordinary people live.

There has been an order since ancient times that no matter how the other 26 realms fight, they must not attack the middle realm. Whoever sets foot first will destroy the nine clans.

Therefore, many mortals do not know that there are demons, ghosts, immortals and demons in the world.

There are monks guarding the gate of the northern border city. They clearly saw the master of the western border coming, but they deliberately blocked it.

"Grandpa, wait a moment, let the subordinates go down and inform the Landlord."

The divine soldiers stood in front of the master of the Western Realm, and Song Shuiqing stood behind his father with red eyes. Although the guard smiled apologetically, his eyes were all wary.

The Lord of the Western Realm looked at the city wall and twitched his lips. Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeve, the guards were thrown away by a strong force, almost falling into the magma.

The master of the Western Realm turned his head, and said in a serious voice: "The old man is not dead, and all ghosts and snakes dare to come out!"

After saying that, he turned his hands behind him and walked in, Song Shuiqing timidly followed behind his father, and behind him were twenty Mahayana guards from the Western Realm. They gathered together, their pressure was not small, and no one dared to come forward along the way.

As soon as they entered the main mansion, they heard a burst of exclamation mixed with crying.

Song Shuiqing's heart tightened, and he rushed to the mansion without looking back.

He seemed to be very familiar with the Landlord's Mansion, copying the path along the way, even the Westland Landlord could only sigh and follow behind his son.

Song Shuiqing plunged into his grandfather's room, but was tripped by the oncoming figure.

Countless people gathered in the room to coerce him. The person who tripped him was startled, but after recognizing Song Shuiqing, he suddenly sneered: "I thought it was someone."

He lowered his head, brushed off his shoes, and turned to leave. There were also many people of Song Shuiqing's age in the room. They laughed when they saw this, and then hugged together to isolate Song Shuiqing alone. Obviously, they did this a lot.

However, what they didn't expect was that Song Shuiqing didn't even look at them when he stood up, let alone the envy they were used to.

Their expressions changed, but Song Shuiqing seemed to see a few grains of dust, and turned around and ran into the crowd.

They took a hard look at Song Shuiqing, and a man snorted coldly: "Just pretend, believe it or not, if you say something nice to him, he will lick it."

They hadn't finished speaking when suddenly there was a strong attack, and the man who spoke just now was kicked down, and even their circle was crushed to the ground.

The master of the western realm stopped his feet, and looked down at them in a blue suit: "Is my son still going to lick you bunch of unremarkable bastards?"

The Western Realm took the initiative to be quite quiet, and everyone sneaked a look over. When they saw this scene, they quickly looked away, not daring to say a word.

That incident was not a small one back then. The landowner of the western border fostered his son in the northern border, and the land master of the generation did indeed entertain him.

But in private, I don't know who told him to deliberately neglect Song Shuiqing, and every time a boy of the same age saw him, he deliberately pretended to see something dirty.Children are already sensitive in mind, and they dare not lift their heads when they see someone in the end.Even some grown-ups pretended to be on purpose, always talking about a small oil bottle, eating and drinking for free, and always liked to look at Song Shuiqing with a condescending gaze.

Later, the host of the western border and the lady came back and found out about it, and the host of the western border almost demolished the northern border.

The young lady was originally a meek person, so she sneered when she saw this, and had people strip off the clothes of the leading boys, hang them on the beams, and whip them until they were covered in blood.

As for the conspirators in the back, they even shed a layer of skin, and the lady used magic to bring their cultivation back to a level.

Since then, no one in the northern border dared to mention this matter, and no one dared to provoke it.

As for these gossiping boys, they just went to experience and didn't offend them deeply, so they just avoided this matter.

What the master of the Western Realm said was right, they were indeed unfavored bastards in their family, otherwise they wouldn't have known how popular Song Shuiqing was in the 27th Realm, and no one could curry favor with them.

The master of the generation is Song Shuiqing's second uncle. When he saw this scene from a distance, his eyes deepened, and a sneer appeared on his lips. He lowered his head and said something to the people around him. The people around him ordered him. After just a moment, those gossiping boys went away. Pulled away by muzzle.

Song Shuiqing lay down on the edge of the bed, the aura on the bed spread out, and the coercion of the Transcending Tribulation Period became weaker and weaker, almost unbearable.

Looking up from the brocade quilt, he saw the wrinkled face. The appearance of the middle-aged man was getting paler and paler, and the person lying on the bed looked like a very old man.

The other party's eyes were closed tightly, and the sound of breathing was almost silent.

Song Shuiqing gritted his teeth tightly, tears swirled in his eyes, and soon dripped onto the brocade quilt.

Later, everyone, including Song Shuiqing, was "invited" out, saying that his mother had found several spirit-transforming physicians, and the physicians would pour in them with spiritual energy, which might save their lives.

In the main hall, Song Shuiqing and his father sat on the top, at the same height as his second uncle.

A round table was placed in the center, and many people put up the pills and spiritual materials they had found recently. A white-haired Physician at the end of Huashen Transformation looked at them one by one, shaking his head constantly, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"No, not even the heavenly elixir. I have fed this medicine to the realm master a long time ago. It was still useful 300 years ago. Now eating it is like smashing jelly beans."

"Xuanpin elixir? This is not as good as jelly beans! I'm afraid I swallowed the air!"

"Heaven-rank pill? Dan! It's not the same way to attack! What's more, the master of the realm didn't hit it, it's ridiculous!"

At this moment, a servant hurried over and said with tears, "The master of the realm is up! But, but...but the doctor said...that this is the last time to get up..."

Dai Jingzhu straightened up when he slapped the table, and said angrily: "Little sister, this is nonsense! Originally... originally father could last another month..."

He clutched his chest, as if he was about to faint.However, if someone dared to look closely at his eyes, they would surely find that there was no anger, and even an invisible ray of joy.

The host of the Western Realm understood the meaning of the blame on behalf of the host, and he also stood up.Suddenly, two bursts of coercion rose up in the hall. The coercion collided and refused to give in to each other. The oppressive feeling made everyone breathless.

Hearing the words, Song Shuiqing's eyes became panicked, he ran towards the center in a panic regardless of the atmosphere in the hall.

Seeing this, the doctor turned around, Song Shuiqing held the jade bottle in both hands and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor nodded, took the jade bottle, and subconsciously frowned, "What kind of medicine is this? Where did it come from?"

Song Shuiqing rubbed his reddish eye sockets, and shook his head: "I don't know...it's... given by the young master of Yingtianzong."

He subconsciously wiped away the medicine, it was the jelly beans that Brother Qi took on a daily basis.

As soon as this remark came out, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Most people have weird eyes, only a few people have more hope in their eyes.

The doctor also became serious, he had naturally heard about the Young Master of the Yingtian Sect, he was an extraordinary person.At least with the status of the little master, there will definitely be many treasures.

Although there is no cure for Jingzhu's disease, maybe there is a miracle medicine that can prolong life?

He protected the jade bottle with spells and poured it out gently.

Some aura overflowed from the pill, not much, but the doctor could tell at a glance that it was the aura wrapped in the pill, so it looked unpretentious.

He used his own method to test the name of the elixir, and as the aura penetrated from his fingertips into his arms, his expression suddenly became serious after a while.

The doctor stood up straight, and he hastily took out countless instruments and tested them one by one.Every time he tested, his pupils shrank a little, until all the auras were tested, and he froze in place.

"My lord, what kind of medicine is this?" Many people raised their hearts when they saw this scene.

The doctor's lips moved, his voice was already hoarse.

"This is... the Nine-Revolution Immortal Physique Pill."

The audience was completely silent, as if the sound disappeared in the world and everyone was deaf.

Dai Jingzhu couldn't help but slumped down, his face gray and defeated.

The news of the Nine-Revolution Immortal Physique Pill spread out all at once, and even the old man knew about it. He just woke up and found out about it and couldn't help laughing while supporting his crippled body.

"The sky will not stop me, the sky will not stop me!"

Seeing this, the children and grandchildren suddenly moved. They were like an afterthought. They didn't know where to find out that the medicine was extremely bitter, so they looked for all kinds of honey to please the old man.

Hearing this, the old man waved his hand and snorted: "I have carried my old things for so many years, why are you afraid of this little suffering?"

He just refused to use a little honey until his descendants took the pill.

Since then, Song Shuiqing was stunned when he learned that the medicine was actually the Ninth Turn Immortal Physique Pill!

Nine reincarnation immortal body pills?Brother Qi obviously knocked it like a jelly bean!Every time I get hundreds of pills in my waist, they are all this kind of medicine!

As for the taste of the medicine, Song Shuiqing had already ignored it.

The old man used the medicine under the service of his descendants, and the descendants hurriedly asked, "Old ancestor, how does this medicine taste? Is it as bitter as the legend?"

The old man closed his eyes, he was already prepared to be tortured, but when the elixir melted in his mouth, the taste dissipated, the old man opened it with a surprised expression.

"This medicine... why does it smell like fish? It's still steamed small dragon fish. Even the best chefs in the northern region can't make this smell!"

Children and grandchildren: ? ? ?

Song Shuiqing, who suddenly understood why Brother Qi always ate medicine as jelly beans: ...