Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

It rained on the night of the banquet, and the sky was clear again during the day.

The blades of grass outside the main hall hang down, and the rainwater drips into the soil along the texture.

The little princess came to talk to Xu Chaoqi again, this time they tacitly did not talk about the former prince, but chatted about some light topics.

The tip of the pen fell on the white paper, leaving ink marks, Xu Chaoqi drew a seal, and marked it next to it.

Looking at Xu Chaoqi's handwriting, the little princess blinked her peach blossom eyes, and couldn't help admiring: "Your handwriting is really good, as if you have experienced everything."

Xu Chaoqi heard the admiration, although his eyes did not leave the paper, he also bent his eyes: "I copied my senior brother's handwriting, and his handwriting is unique in the world."

"Your senior brother?" The little princess looked curious.

Xu Chao got up for a while, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't told others about his relationship with his senior brother before, so he raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Master Wen is my senior brother!"

The little princess leaned back in shock and gasped.

"You... your senior brother?"

She had guessed the relationship between the two, but she had never thought about this relationship.After all, the age difference between the two is too, too... too old.

Xu Chaoqi bent down and began to draw the formation again.

But the little princess' eyes were secretly looking at Xu Chaoqi.

One is a person who has lived for nearly ten thousand years, and the other is slightly older than her.How could it be a senior brother?

She was in a daze, looking at the stack of papers written by Xu Chaoqi, she couldn't help but think of the heavy history books.

Head Wen is a powerful ancestor who has left a lot of ink in history.

Seeing that Xu Chaoqi was about to draw the next formation, the little princess quickly regained her consciousness and listened patiently.

After studying for an afternoon, Xu Chaoqi discovered that the little princess is better at formations than talismans, and even her talent in formations is four or five times that of talismans. She is a natural talent in formations!

So he took out several times of formation books from the storage bag and gave them to the little princess. The little princess was flattered, and hurriedly stood up and bowed, calling "Sir".

Xu Chaoqi thought for a moment, but did not refute.

In the evening, Xu Chao got up to let the little princess rest for a while, and he also took out the "Thousand Way Talisman" and leaned on the Taishi chair to read it.

The little princess stretched her muscles, thought about it, and took out a bunch of wedding invitations from somewhere.

The red post immediately caught Xu Chaoqi's attention, his pretty phoenix eyes quietly turned around the script and glanced at the wedding post, seeing that it was a wedding post, he pursed his lips and coughed slightly.

Seeing this, the little princess raised her head and quickly pushed the water over, while she opened the wedding invitation and wrote something on the paper.

Xu Chaoqi flipped through the script for a while, but couldn't read it in the end, so he simply put away the script, looked at the little princess and asked, "What did you write?"

"Ah?" The little princess raised her head, and her smooth black hair was pulled together to look playful and cute.

Sensing Xu Chaoqi's gaze, she raised the paper in her hand and said happily, "Many people around me are getting married today, and I'm thinking of giving them some congratulatory gifts."

"Huh?" Xu Chaoqi's black eyes showed interest: "How should I give this gift?"

The little princess was taught etiquette since she was a child, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with joy when she heard the words, and she wrote and drew on paper with relish.

"That depends on the status of the married person?

Anyone who has friendship must give gifts, even if they have never had friendship, but if the other party is extremely prominent, gifts must be given.

There are also some people who want to leave some eye-catching, and the gift must be given well.

At the same time, like the teacher, the subordinates you know, the same door... even more big gifts! "

The little princess looked at Xu Chaoqi, saw that although the other party was young, she had also reached the age of marriage, so she bent her eyes and said: "If my husband gets married someday, I will definitely prepare a big gift, which is better than the gift given to my emperor brother." Still big!"

Xu Chaoqi did not refute, but lowered his eyebrows and said vaguely: "I will definitely not let you suffer..."

"Huh?" The little princess couldn't hear clearly.

Now that it was about giving gifts, the little princess continued to chat: "...Moreover, the giving of gifts is also related to age."

"Oh?" Xu Chaoqi asked with bright eyes: "If you are older, how should you send it?"

The little princess touched her head and thought for a while: "It is not easy to get married when you are older, and you have to give a heavy gift."

As she spoke, she lowered her voice and whispered in Xu Chao's ear: "I just said that the age is thirty or forty, if it is sixty or seventy, this is not an ordinary courtesy!

Those who can live to this age are all the ancestors of the family, and the children and grandchildren below cannot be three or four times as high. If they get married, I am afraid that the house in the family will have to set aside a special room for gifts! "

Xu Chaoqi nodded thoughtfully, and the appearance of the Immortal Palace appeared in his mind.

He straightened his back, and solemnly taught the little princess how to form a formation.

The evening sun shone on the flowers, the sound of footsteps approached, Xu Chaoqi wrote a day, and his wrists were sore

The ink tail swayed slightly, walked into the hall, and stopped at the wooden table.

The little princess sensed an awe-inspiring aura, and her mind suddenly became clear, and when she looked up, she saw a face with sharp and distinct features.

She stood up quickly, with cold sweat dripping from her back, and called out nervously, "Master Wen."

Wen Zhaoxi glanced at her lightly, said "um", lowered his head and gave Xu Chaoqi all his attention.

Xu Chao's hands are sore, but there are too many things to write.As soon as he sensed that the senior brother was coming, he quickly raised his head and pulled the senior brother down.

The little princess watched tremblingly as Master Wen sat down, her waist was straight and loose, and her sitting posture was majestic and majestic.

Immediately afterwards, the little princess tremblingly received Xu Chaoqi's instruction, while listening to Xu Chaoqi's reading, while the head of the family calmly wrote according to Xu Chaoqi's reading.

Although the little princess has long known that head Wen dotes on Xu Chaoqi, she still feels scalp numb after seeing this scene.

Head Wen's aura is too strong, if it were her, let alone directing, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to continue talking.

After the little princess finished learning the last formation, she left in a hurry.

Seeing this, Xu Chaoqi also relaxed, lying on his senior brother and only talking.

The senior brother let him lie down, and he even arched his head to choose the most comfortable place.

After finishing what they read, the two entered behind the bead curtain.I don't know who started it first, and the two kissed.

The little princess returned to her mother's bedroom.

At this time, the queen was instructing the maids to cook soup for the emperor. Seeing this, the little princess acted like a baby and asked the queen to cook a bowl for Mr. Xu too.

"Huh? Did Wu'er learn the formation technique from Immortal Xu?" The queen gently stroked the little princess.

The little princess nodded, and with a smile set up a formation on the spot.

A bunch of butterflies transformed by spiritual energy are flying in the bedroom, and the spiritual powder is scattered in the air, adding a sense of fairy to the bedroom.

The queen stared at the butterfly for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Wu'er has grown up."

After a while, the two bowls of soup were ready, and the queen ordered one of them to be put into a food box and taken away by the little princess.

The strong smell gradually faded, and the figure of the little princess was getting farther and farther away from the bedroom.

The queen smiled and took out a pack of medicinal powder from her sleeve, and all the palace servants lowered their heads as if they hadn't seen anything.

The powder was poured into the soup and stirred with a spoon.

The queen put down the spoon, wiped her hands clean, and said coldly, "Give it to the emperor."

"Yes."

The little princess carried the food box into the hall through the setting sun.

For some reason, this hall was quiet and cold. It seemed that all the palace people had been dismissed. The cold wind slipped in through the empty gate, blowing the skirt of the little princess.

I don't know if it's because of the cold wind blowing in, but the beaded curtains in the hall shook violently, accompanied by an inaudible sound.

The little princess put the soup on the table and walked a few steps forward curiously. She vaguely saw a figure behind the curtain.

She took another step, and the silhouette gradually became clear.

Her breathing stagnated, and her pupils constricted instantly.

Mr. Xu... is kissing the head of Wen.

The white figure turned his back to her and embraced the man in red in his arms. The man in red seemed to be biting the other's lips, and his thick eyelashes curled up.

And the always majestic Head Wen just sat quietly like this and let Mr. Xu bite him, and even kissed back when he was deeply in love.

In an instant, head Wen suddenly hugged Mr. Xu and turned his back to her to cover Mr. Xu's whole body. She couldn't even see a strand of hair.

The little princess woke up and left the hall in panic.

As she stepped out of the hall, the cool wind blew through her hair, the little princess's head was cold and her hands trembled violently.

She might not be the first person to know about this, right?

That... head of Wen, whose reputation resounds throughout the world, has a lover?Or is it the younger brother who he pampers and loves as his own family?

The little princess was in a daze as if she had been bombed.

This... what is this?

For some reason, she remembered what Mr. Xu had said when he chatted with her in the afternoon.

With an identity like the head of Wen's, one day he announces his big wedding, not to mention how shocking the world is, maybe there will be tens of millions of gifts, right?

Just the disciples and grandchildren of the sect don't know how much tribute they can pay.

She walked back in a daze.

At this time, inside the Yingtian Sect.

Yu Chengzhou had a great opportunity, his cultivation was approaching the late stage of Nascent Soul, and he was only one pass away from the catastrophe.

The stone door opened slowly, and a group of disciples congratulated him.

Yu Chengzhou's eyes were indifferent, and he swept through the crowd shallowly, as if wanting to find something, he retracted his eyes again.

It wasn't until he met Fu Xuandao in the evening that there was more gratitude and admiration in his eyes.

He knelt down and saluted his master.

Seeing that he had no obsession, Fu Xuandao finally let go of his heart, patted him on the shoulder, and found a magic weapon from the storage bag and gave it to Yu Chengzhou.

In the evening, Yu Chengzhou received a rumor from his family and learned about the incident in the world.

He frowned, and didn't want to agree: "Even if they are voluntary, and they don't hurt nature, how can I use my status as a young sect to persecute those two people?"

Old Master Yu sighed, and begged: "My Yu family rarely owes favors, and this kind of favor makes Grandpa choked up. I'm afraid that the Lin family will get worse in the future. If we can settle it early, we will get back together as soon as possible. Zhou'er will help Grandpa this time. "

Yu Chengzhou looked at the light curtain without saying a word, but his eyes were a little loose. Grandpa rarely spoke in such a low voice.

Seeing Yu Chengzhou like this, old man Yu also sighed.This matter is not a big deal, and he did not promise too much at the time.

It's just a favor, if he harms his grandson's future, he won't agree even if he loses his Yu family.

Old Master Yu discussed with Yu Chengzhou again: "Chengzhou, we didn't order those two people to let them leave, but just talked to them. If it's just on the spur of the moment, just for fun, you can say a word or two and they will listen." .

If their intentions are solid, we will leave without disturbing them.If you really feel sorry, why don't we give them both a low-grade magic weapon of the mysterious rank? "

Yu Chengzhou's eyebrows finally loosened.

Seeing this, Old Master Yu smiled and said: "Besides, Ying Tianzong seldom interferes in human affairs, maybe you are still helping them!"

Yu Chengzhou thought for a long time, then nodded.

When Lin Zhitan learned that the matter had come to fruition, he couldn't help feeling excited.

It is said that the young master of the Yu family has a higher level of cultivation than him now, and is still the young sect of the Yingtian sect. Anyone who talks to such a person will be a blessing that cannot be cultivated in eight lifetimes!

Royal Palace.

Lin Zhitan held the sound transmission stone, his palms were wet with sweat.

The sound transmission stone flickered, and Lin Zhitan avoided the battle of the guardians of the palace.

Long before, he had inquired about the residences of these two people, so he entered the palace familiarly.

The dark black stone slab was icy cold, and Lin Zhitan felt a little cold the moment he entered.

There was a "rustling" sound in the air, presumably someone was writing something.

He walked in following the sound, opened the bead curtain, and the white-clothed monk whose face could not be seen clearly wrote slowly on the paper with a pen in his hand.

And the monk surnamed "Xu" was yawning at this moment, his hair was scattered, and he was lying on the lap of the monk in white.

The movement of Lin Zhitan was not small, the moment he came in, even Xu Chaoqi raised his eyes.

At the moment when the three faced each other, before Wen Chaoxi put down his pen, Lin Zhitan took out the sound transmission stone first.

There was a fiery light in Lin Zhitan's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "I know that you two are from Yingtianzong, and you want to get involved in the Chujun matter. It's just that you two have to listen to Yu Shaozong's words?"

Upon hearing "Yu Shaozong", Xu Chaoqi's eyes lit up: "Can you really invite Yu Shaozong?"

Lin Zhitan thought that Xu Chaoqi was questioning, so he smiled: "If you can and can't, you two just have a look, don't regret it then!"

Saying so, he awakened the sound transmission stone, and the golden light on the sound transmission stone became brighter, and a ray of light flew into the air.

At this time in Yingtian Sect, Yu Chengzhou had just finished practicing his sword in the woods, and there were many petals on his sword.

He walked into the empty hall, and the sound of his footsteps echoed.

At this moment, the sound transmission stone lit up.

Seeing this, Yu Chengzhou put away his sword, adjusted his collar at the same time, and straightened his temples.

At the moment when the light appeared, Yu Chengzhou bowed his hands and saluted, called his fellow Taoist, and was about to persuade him, but at the moment when he looked up, he saw two people behind the light curtain.

Although Xu Chaoqi is familiar with him, he can't care about it now.

Yu Chengzhou's heart tightened in the white-bottomed ink-tailed head uniform, and his bottomless black eyes.

He still has a deep memory of the childhood side, and the monstrous pressure made him kneel down and salute.

Outside the light curtain, Lin Zhitan was waiting for the two in front of him to be in trouble, but he knelt down after seeing Yu Shaozong appear for a while, and the voice of respect echoed along the light curtain in the silent hall.

"Meet the sect master!"

"Huh?" Lin Zhitan blinked, and turned his head stiffly and dully.