Is it the same with other big brothers?

Zhou Lingxue inhaled lightly, so as not to be pissed to death by the bright candle, he turned his eyes back, landed on the pile of debris on the ground, and said coldly: "Master asked me to tell you that you don't have to compete on stage tomorrow, pay attention It’s good to entertain distinguished guests according to the etiquette.”

Ming Zhu stood up and tilted his head: "Vipulative guest?"

"Changye Mountain Villa of Shen State, Shen Hongchuan of Jianglou State will come back early tomorrow morning, and you need to meet him at the gate of the mountain at Chenshi, don't forget the time."

Mingzhu: "Hey..."

He was about to ask who came from Changye Mountain Villa, but Zhou Lingxue probably ran out of patience, took out a ball of blue cloth from his sleeve and put it on the table, turned around and left without saying a word.

Ming Zhu chased him out, grabbed the door frame, and asked, "Thirteen?"

Zhou Lingxue ignored him and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

Ming Zhu didn't know why, but it was difficult to catch up, so he had to clean up and smashed his body on the bed.

He was used to living a comfortable life because of Zhou Lingxue's care before, but once Zhou Lingxue left, he returned to the life of a savage, complaining every day, and couldn't sleep every night for the first month, and finally complained. Shen Di'an prescribed a bunch of medicine and incense for him before he could barely fall asleep.

Ming Zhu closed his eyes and brewed for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep, so he sat up frowning, picked up the small incense burner on the ground, threw a pile of incense into it and lit it.

The mist curled up and lingered in the entire room.

Even with such a large dose of medicine, he still tossed and turned for half an hour before falling asleep.

Early the next morning, the morning bell rang through the top of the mountain, and the bright candle got up in a daze. Only then did he realize that he had rolled under the bed at some point, and the burnt-out small carved incense burner was just stuck on his waist. At a glance, the skin has been bruised and purple.

There were still two quarters of an hour before Chen, and he was not in a hurry, he washed his face and changed his clothes sleepily, sat on the table piled with sundries and took a nap for a while before finally waking up.

In the past, he seldom tied his hair, because he didn't like restraint, and he always tied it with a hair tie and it was over. But today is the Zongmen Grand Competition. Not only will all the disciples from Xishan and Beishan be present, but some of them have personal relationships with Daoist Guining A very good and powerful monk will also be present. If he is so slovenly as a senior brother of Rizhao, he might be ridiculed by the world.

Mingzhu held up his hand to bundle up half of his hair. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cloth belt left by Zhou Lingxue yesterday. He unfolded the cloth belt and shook it. Looking at the exquisite sunshine mountain pattern on it, he thought about it and decided to Straight to the hair crown.

The cyan headband hung down to his waist, and he looked in the mirror left and right to make sure that the hair crown was not crooked, then flicked the mirror with water patterns in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "What a beauty."

The water-pattern mirror was slightly shaken by him, and Mingzhu was narcissistic enough, and when he was about to look away, he caught a glimpse of his dark gray eyes in the clear mirror, which seemed to be slightly distorted, and then there was a burst of ripples, which turned into The golden vertical pupils look like...

Mingzhu froze in place, stretched out his hand to touch his eyes, he blinked lightly, a line of blood flowed out from the golden vertical pupils, and slowly flowed down his face.

This is... Snake Eyes!

Mingzhu stood up abruptly, looking at the water-patterned mirror with fear in his eyes, he stumbled back with his heart beating like a drum, his indifferent eyes still remained in front of his eyes.

"I... my eyes..." He tremblingly raised his hand to wipe his face, but found that he didn't touch any blood.

Mingzhu panted quickly, his legs were weak and he sat down against the wall trembling, the feeling of palpitations and suffocation enveloped him again, he pressed his chest, his eyes were black and white, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Kua Yu felt his emotions agitated, and instantly appeared a human figure and rushed towards him: "Zhuzi?"

Mingzhu's pupils were shaking violently, and he recognized Kuayu after looking for a long time. He firmly grasped Kuayu's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "My eyes..."

Kua Yu looked at it and asked, "What happened to the eyes?"

Mingzhu was stunned.

Kua Yu hooked a mirror from the side to face him, and said doubtfully, "Look for yourself, there's nothing there."

Mingzhu was very resistant at first, and instinctively went into the corner, and was stunned for a moment when he heard Kuayu's words, then turned his head and glanced at the mirror.

The pupils were still dark gray, as if the golden snake pupils just now had never existed, and even the blood on his face had disappeared.

Ming Zhu was still in shock, and gasped for a long time before standing up with limp legs.

Kua Yu looked at him worriedly: "Are you really okay?"

Mingzhu's wide sleeves hung down to cover his trembling hands. He shook his head palely and said, "It's okay, I have to pick up someone, so let's not talk about it."

Chen Shi had just passed, and Mingzhu hurried out from Ignorance, and the disciples who came and went greeted him happily when they saw him, but the senior brother who could hang out with everyone on weekdays was uncharacteristically pale, and he didn't even look at him as if a gust of wind blew him away. past.

Shang Yanfeng and Yi Lingju happened to see it from a distance, and called out to senior senior brother, but saw Mingzhu just raised his head to look at them, and then left in a hurry.

Shang Yanfeng said: "What's the matter?"

Yi Lingju: I don't know.

Mingzhu soon arrived at the gate of Rizhao Mountain, and the wind chimes on the Linglong Pagoda jingled together. He took a deep breath, and his beating heart gradually stabilized.

At this moment, Kua Yu suddenly said in his consciousness: "Someone is here."

Mingzhu looked up, and at the Rizhao Mountain Gate, two figures slowly appeared from the thick fog that had not yet dissipated, and one of them happened to be Shen Hongchuan who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Mingzhu's legs were still a little weak, he forced himself to take two steps, and forced a smile: "Hongchuan."

Perhaps his face was too ugly, and Shen Hongchuan, who was still smiling all over his face, suddenly darkened. He walked forward quickly and said, "Senior brother, I'm here."

Mingzhu smiled and said: "I thought you were just talking casually at the time, but I didn't expect that you actually came. How could Master want you to come in?"

Shen Hongchuan stretched out his hand and lightly touched Tan Mingzhu's forehead, and said casually: "I came here on behalf of the Shen family, not as the seventh disciple of Rizhao, so naturally he can't stop me."

Ming Zhu nodded and said: "Then let's go, I will take you to see Master."

The two were about to walk side by side, but the other person who had been ignored by Mingzhu couldn't bear it at this time, and said coldly: "Is this the etiquette of your Rizhao Mountain? You don't even know how to greet the distinguished guests when they arrive. It seems that Analytic Rizhao Mountain in Mu Country can’t even compare to a small sect, that’s what gave me a lot of insight.”

Ming Zhu looked back in doubt, and saw a man in black clothes. His face was cold, his black hair was tied up high by a white jade hair crown, and a silver pendant was hanging on the bun, shaking gently with his movements.

Ming Zhu said: "Who are you?"

The man's handsome face almost forcibly squeezed out a ferocious smile, and said word by word: "Ming, Zhu! You, intentionally, intentionally!"

Ming Zhu was still dazed.

Shen Hongchuan whispered in his ear: "This is Ye Weiyang, the owner of Changye Villa, who just scolded you all the way."

Bright Candle: "..."

Ming Zhu took a weird look at Ye Weiyang who was trembling with anger, nodded slightly, and said, "Your welcome."

After saying that, he dragged Shen Hongchuan away directly.

Ye Weiyang: "..."

Shen Hongchuan suppressed a smile and followed him, saying: "Senior brother, it is rumored that the owner of the Changye Village will take revenge, I'm afraid he won't let it go if you make such a face on him this time."

Ming Zhu casually said: "Leave him alone, how did you come here? How long are you going to stay in Rizhao, and will you live with me these few days?"

Shen Hongchuan said: "No, Rizhao should arrange guest rooms, so I won't bother senior brother."

Mingzhu paused, turned his head to look at him strangely, and said quietly: "Do you think my room is too messy?"

"..." Shen Hongchuan lied without blushing and breathless: "It's nothing, where did senior brother think?"

Mingzhu looked at him quietly, Shen Hongchuan quickly changed the subject, and said, "Are you going to play this time? I heard that there will be many magic pills in the top three. Do you have any favorites?"

Ming Zhu elbowed him and said unhappily, "Don't change the subject."

Shen Hongchuan secretly complained, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Yan Xueyu and Lu Qingkong coming side by side, they seemed to be going to the martial arts arena.

Shen Hongchuan hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Third, Xiao Jiu."

Yan Xueyu paused: "Hongchuan?"

Lu Qingkong was even more surprised: "You really came? Master didn't throw you out?"

Shen Hongchuan stepped forward, pressed Lu Qingkong's head, stuffed a bunch of rare treasures into his arms, and said with a smile: "Shut up, you—are you guys going to the martial arts arena?"

Lu Qingkong's eyes lit up when he saw those rare things, and he quickly received the storage ring, his disgusted expression changed instantly, he nodded, and said: "Yes, the Zongmen Grand Competition is about to start , Master should be here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bell on the top of the mountain rang a few more times.

Yan Xueyu said: "Okay, let's talk about the past in the evening, don't waste the time, or Master will punish me again."

The wooden stage of the Zongmen Dabi was built on the huge martial arts arena outside the Wujiutang Waterfall. The martial arts arena that can accommodate hundreds of people without being crowded is divided into three venues, densely paved with hard-to-find black spirit stones. One place, supplemented by a cumbersome magic circle, allows the contestants to release their spiritual power on the stage at will without spreading to the outside.

Outside the Martial Arts Field, there was a circle surrounded by a boulder high platform, which was already full of disciples who came to watch, bustling and bustling.

Ming Zhu and the others stepped up the stairs, looked around, and found that Gui Ning, Gui He, and Mr. Dao had already arrived, and were sitting in a small pavilion, with a jar of wine and small wine placed on the small table in front of them. cup.

And next to them, Ye Weiyang, who was dressed in black, arrived one step earlier at some point, and was chatting and laughing with Master Guining, with a personable and dignified appearance, without any ferocious and ferocious appearance.

Yan Xueyu and Lu Qingkong had reserved seats outside the small pavilion, greeted each other directly and sat down, Ming Zhu didn't have to compete, so he had to go into the pavilion with Shen Hongchuan.

Shen Hongchuan walked in, clasped his fists slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Shen Hongchuan from Jianglou Kingdom, I have met Guining real person."

Master Gui Ning glanced at him indifferently, but he did not save Jiang Lou Guo's face, and said indifferently, "Sit down."

Shen Hongchuan was also polite, and sat on the empty seat beside him.

Ming Zhu tried his best to look mature and stable, and after saluting, he walked to the left side of Daoist Gui Ning and stood there.

On the three high platforms of the Martial arts arena, disciples had already gone up to look for contestants, and there was a sudden commotion outside.

Ming Zhu's face remained unchanged, standing gracefully, pouring wine for Master Gu Ning from time to time, without looking at Ye Weiyang who was looking at him coldly.

Ye Weiyang seemed to be a grumpy person, he couldn't hold it back for a long time, and said in a strange voice: "Everyone says that Rizhao's disciple, Mingzhu, is beautiful, and when I saw him today, he really has a handsome face." Face, I just don’t know the cultivation level of monk Mingzhu.”

Mingzhu didn't look sideways, and said indifferently: "It's good that I know that I'm good-looking, so I don't need to praise me in a roundabout way, not to mention, if you praise me for my good looks in front of the elders, don't the distinguished guests feel that I am good-looking? Is it too unorthodox?"

Ye Weiyang: "..."

Who praised you? !I'm fucking mocking you!

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