The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

After the guards of the underground ice castle were sent back, there was no demon left. Lord Mobei must have thought that he had just "fucked off", and would not have expected that he would come back, so Shang Qinghua was not discovered when he returned to the corridor in front of the dormitory. He stopped here and swam up to the roof beam along the huge pillar with three people hugging each other, and found a seat where no one would see him and sat down.

However, although this position is indeed not visible to others, it is also invisible to others!

Mo Beijun's cold voice sounded, as if he was still suppressing his anger.

He said: "What are you doing here?"

A strange young man's voice laughed and said: "My nephew has succeeded to the throne, and I'm here to buy a wedding drink. What's wrong with that?"

Mo Beijun didn't answer. He snorted and said after a while, "Is there any good wedding wine?"

Another voice said again: "After these seven days, you will be the real Lord Mobei. Isn't this worthy of congratulations?"

Shang Qinghua knew who this was and which plot of the story was delayed after the original work was messed up.

It's killing me. Something bad happened to Mr. Mobei.

This uninvited guest is Mr. Mobei and his uncle, Mr. Linguang!

And what was lying in the dormitory must be the body of Mobei Jun's father, whom he probably hadn't seen many times since he was born.

According to what he had set, after the death of each generation of monarchs of the Mobei clan, 70% of their merit bodies would be passed on to the next generation of heirs. This moment is extremely critical. In the plot of his original work, Lord Linguang targeted this juncture and launched a sneak attack on the last day when Lord Mobei was in a critical moment of digesting his body. Because the original legal first heir is Mobei Lord, Linguang Lord is not qualified to inherit the martial arts body, so there is no point in trying to steal it. If it is illegal, it is illegal, and the ancestors and clans will not recognize it. But if Lord Mobei dies after he officially succeeds to the throne, he will be the only Mobei bloodline. At that time, the Seven Successful Body will not be too happy to take over.

According to the original work, there should be a Bing brother pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, escorting Mobei Jun, and then blackmailing the Mobei family after Mobei Jun came to the throne. But Brother Bing in this world is not ashamed to torment his master at this time. Tell me, how can he have time to pay attention to this? What Mo Beijun brought back was actually a useless version of himself!

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Shang Qinghua scratched his hair wildly: Your Majesty, you, you, you, why did you bring me back? ! If I can't carry it on my shoulders or carry it with my hands, how can I have the ability to protect you? Of course you have to go to your confidants for such a fatal matter, the most naughty allies! Even if you can't tear Brother Bing off his master like brown candy, at least you can borrow tens of thousands of black-armored generals from him? No matter how bad you are, you can't come to me. Apart from providing light tea, water, washing clothes and folding quilts, what other skills do I have that are not at the amateur level? ! !

Without the immortal halo and immortal golden body given to the hero by himself, at the fatal moment seven days later, Mo Beijun...

Lord Linguang said: "Why didn't you bring anyone with you on such an important day?"

"..." Mobei Jun replied coldly: "I didn't bring it."

Linguang Jun chuckled and said: "You brought it with you, right? I saw it. When I came here, I happened to bump into someone walking out. That was... the master of Anding Peak who said he was following you? Why did he mess with you? ? Fighting like that. From the rumors, I thought your temper had improved."

For a long time, no one answered.

Lord Linguang smiled again and said, "Uncle, I'm just asking, why are you looking at me so unkindly?"

Mo Beijun said bluntly: "I hope you go out."

"What you said hurts the devil's heart. Unfortunately, our clan does not stipulate that no one else is allowed to watch during the succession ceremony, right? What's more, I am still your father's younger brother. Without you, I would be standing here today waiting to inherit the throne. , it will definitely be me.”

Lord Mobei seemed to know that he could not be driven away, so he said no more. But Linguang Jun was so proud that he didn't know how to restrain himself: "Oh, it will be different when you grow up to be a lord. You were much cuter when you were a child."

Shang Qinghua wiped his sweat as he listened to these familiar lines, feeling slightly ashamed that he had ever written such a shameless character. This uncle actually has the nerve to mention his childhood.

Mo Beijun has been motherless since he was a child. The person he was closest to when he was a child was his uncle who was not far apart in age. However, due to some troubles and emotional disputes between the brothers of the previous generation, Lord Linguang really didn't like this nephew. One time, while other demons were not paying attention, he coaxed this obedient little nephew out of the gate and threw him into In the human world, a bunch of cultivator thugs chased this ignorant, panicked little devil and besieged it for several days.

At that time, Mo Beijun was only about the age of a four-year-old human child. If his father hadn't suddenly remembered after more than ten days that his son didn't seem to be following his younger brother these days, and asked casually, Mo Beijun might have been locked up in the water prison of Huanhua Palace until he died of fear. To a demon of that age, a group of people milling around and drinking around him were just a group of monsters that drank blood from their flesh. Just imagine how a four-year-old human child would react if he was caught and locked up in a devil's cave. That's pretty much it.

The previous Mobei monarch had a heart as big as a basin, and the basin in the Sichuan Basin was taken back by his son in the end. There was no danger of death, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He said a few words to his younger brother and asked them to continue " Get along with".

After being brought back disheveled, Mo Beijun never spoke to his favorite uncle again. As he grew older, it became more and more serious, so that he finally refused to talk to anyone and hated all betrayals.

Replaying the story of the growth of the cruel and indifferent young master that he made up in his mind, Shang Qinghua reflected on it. Mainly to reflect on whether the indifferent nature of the demons is too inhumane. Secondly, I reflect on why I didn't add a setting that "the succession ceremony does not allow idlers to wait around, even immediate family members." So much so that now, while Lord Mobei is in mourning and waiting to take over, he is not allowed to leave, nor is he allowed to expel Lord Linguang without reason.

Shang Qinghua spent seven days introspecting and being frightened at the same time, and finally waited for the last day.

After seven days of sacrifice, when it came time for Lord Mobei to officially inherit the martial arts body, he wisely did not take any action. Sooner or later, however, something must be done.

Lord Linguang said: "What? Why you hesitate?"

Because you are standing here! ! !

Lord Linguang said: "Are you... afraid of my sneak attack? How could that be? I'm your uncle. Mobei, you have to hurry up, or you'll miss it if you don't start. There's no chance of remediation, so you don't need me to remind you, right?"

If you don't start immediately, the body will naturally dissipate, which is equivalent to a huge inheritance blowing in the wind; if you start immediately, Lord Linguang, who is absolutely uneasy and well-intentioned, is watching eagerly from the side. Mo Beijun's current situation can be described as a dilemma.

Everything proceeds as in the original work, except that there is less the invincible Brother Bing, and there is an additional nonsense Hua Di.

In the end, Mo Beijun sneered.

Shang Qinghua gritted his teeth and stuck out his head at the risk of being detected by the devil. Almost at the moment when a ball of blue light flew out of the dormitory and covered Lord Mobei, Lord Linguang suddenly took action!

Lord Mobei was already on guard and freed up one hand to receive his extremely insidious palm. But after all, he was too distracted, and a trace of demonic energy slipped into his palm. This trace of demonic energy that did not belong to him was running around in Mobei Jun's body. He did not dare to be careless, so he had to devote part of his mind to deal with it. Lord Linguang realized that he had succeeded in one fell swoop and was ecstatic, but before he could take any further action, someone suddenly fell from the sky and jumped out!

Lord Linguang said coolly: "I wonder how there are still guards here who have not been removed. Didn't you leave seven days ago? What? Are you back to protect the Lord? I can't see that you have such loyalty."

It was okay that Shang Qinghua couldn't see him at first, but when he saw it, his legs became even weaker. Although Lin Guangjun is quite good-looking, he has a kind of feminine and sinister look. His peach blossom eyes are really shining with cold light like poisonous needles. When he smiles, his teeth are slightly exposed, and his teeth are very white, which is especially suitable for biting raw meat. !

Shang Qinghua gritted his teeth and stood in front of Mo Beijun: "First, who said that I came back to protect the Lord? Second, who told you that he is my Lord's?"

Lord Linguang: "Then what's going on if you stop me now?"

Shang Qinghua said sonorously and forcefully: "To add insult to injury!"

When he was talking nonsense, his hands were shaking, and he pointed at his face: "Look, what kind of beating he made me. You nephew, you have such a good temper!"

Mo Beijun vomited a mouthful of blood behind him. He was definitely pissed off.

Shang Qinghua burst into tears: "Over the years, my broken ribs can build a bone burial mound, and the blood I spit can drown myself alive. Loyal? Who the hell can be to this kind of person... this kind of devil?" Loyal. If Shang Qinghua can swallow his anger and not come back in revenge for treating me like this, he will be in vain as the master of the Peace Peak!"

When he said this, Shang Qinghua did not dare to look back at Mo Beijun's expression. It was so cold that there were almost frost flowers on my back!

Linguang Jun laughed and said: "Mobei, did you hear that? I really sympathize with you. You will always be betrayed and betrayed. How can you lead the Mobei clan like this? I really let you succeed to the throne. With your physique, Isn’t my clan in danger of being overthrown at any time? It’s better to listen to my uncle and leave all important matters to me, and just go ahead.”

His long-cherished wish was about to come true. Lord Linguang was open-minded and said to him magnanimously: "How do you want to add insult to injury?"

With a chuckle, Shang Qinghua performed a Fire Technique and threw it behind him.

Lin Guangjun felt a burst of heat rushing towards his face, and red light danced in front of his eyes. The Mobei Ice Clan hates fire the most, especially since this fire does not seem to be an extraordinary fire. It was caused by Shang Qinghua shamelessly asking Shen Qingqiu to make some Xuanyang fire seeds for him. Lord Linguang's disgust is also mixed with a bit of fear. , immediately retreated and covered his face, feeling slightly surprised.

He thought to himself: "I can't tell that the rumored cowardly Peak Master of Anding Peak is actually a ruthless character. I heard that Mobei treats him very well. Who would have thought that this guy has been hiding and hiding for many years and can be so vicious when he takes action? , it is not that easy to burn Mobei alive with the flames of the immortal family, this fire will probably burn him alive into ashes! If he had used this technique on me just now, I'm afraid I would be embarrassed too! For a while. I wonder if he still has a few of these powerful fire seeds. Regardless of whether he does, this person must not keep them. "

But when he finished his calculations, he stood still and took a look, and he was immediately furious.

Lord Mobei was not swallowed up by the fire, but was covered in the flames. The fire that Shang Qinghua had just now did not hit him. Instead, it drew a large circle around him, and the Xuanyang true fire danced wildly, surrounding the two of them.

Although Lord Mobei cannot leave the circle, Lord Linguang cannot enter the circle either. If he exerts force from a distance, his ice technique will be melted by the Xuanyang True Fire. From this point of view, it doesn't look like an attack spell, but more like a protective circle!

Realizing that he had been deceived, Lord Linguang's face immediately darkened.

Lord Mobei was shot by Lord Linguang with a vicious demonic energy, which was running around among his limbs and bones to do evil. He knelt on one knee, his face alternated between blue and white, and he didn't even have the time to look at others. Shang Qinghua was scurrying around him, unable to help. Lord Linguang walked far around the Xuanyang fire circle, sneering as he walked.

He said: "I was wrong just now. You are not only loyal, you are extremely loyal. You came back to die for nothing for my useless nephew! But I don't know how long you can last in this circle?"

These words touched Shang Qinghua's sore spot.

He threw out all the fire fuel given by Shen Qingqiu at once, leaving nothing behind. He squatted next to Mobei Jun and prayed like a chicken blood: "Oh my God, did you hear that? He wants to kill me, your uncle wants to kill me! You must finish digesting it quickly, I really don't know how this circle can work" How long will it last?”

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of cracking rocks, and ice, dust, frost and ash fell from above.

Shang Qinghua squatted unsteadily and swayed together with the leaping flames.

I saw Lord Linguang retracting one hand from a corridor pillar and saying, "You think I can't do anything to you if you don't come out?"

He wants to collapse the ice castle and kill or bury Lord Mobei alive!

Seeing cracks crawling out of the icicles, Lord Linguang was about to strike with his second palm. Shang Qinghua hurriedly said: "Come out, come out now!"

Just like a bitter frog jumping into a frying pan, he slowly jumped out of the circle.

Once you come out, don't even think about going in again. Lord Linguang grabbed him like a ghost and said, "What's the use of just coming out? Remove the fire!"

In fact, he was a little flustered. I don’t know how long it will take Mobei Jun to suppress that demonic energy. If he had finished adjusting his breath and digested the seven successful bodies before the Xuanyang Fire faded, wouldn’t today’s changes become a farce?

Shang Qinghua said: "I only know how to set fires, but not how to put them out."

Lord Linguang: "Then let him come out!"

Shang Qinghua: "Well... Your Majesty, look at him like this. You can't move even if you think about it."

Linguang Jun sneered and put his hand on Shang Qinghua's heart.

He said kindly: "Then tell me, if your heart was freezing, would he come out on impulse?"

Shang Qinghua: "If this kind of thing can be solved by 'impulse', I suggest that you try to rush in by 'impulse' yourself..."

He couldn't say the next words.

Lord Linguang hummed the Ice Technique softly, turning it into a pleasant and vicious ditty, and said: "Mobei, uncle, what a surprise, you actually have a lackey who refuses to betray you even in this situation. It would be a pity to lose such a good dog, wouldn’t it?”

Near the heart cavity, there is a world of ice and snow.

Shang Qinghua's lips turned purple, he raised his hands and said, "Jun, Jun, Your Majesty."

Lord Linguang: "Say."

Shang Qinghua: "You are like this... freezing my heart, I, I, I can't scream, it doesn't sound miserable enough, Dada can't achieve your 'impulsive' purpose of him. I suggest... I suggest you beat me. I promise to scream hard and miserable."

Linguang Jun: "Oh. But my hand is very heavy. What if I lose control and beat you to death?"

Shang Qinghua: "It's okay, I can handle it. I'm used to it. I often get hit by your nephew..."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Qinghua felt firsthand how "heavy" Lord Linguang's hands were.

He didn't use magic energy, just physical attacks. Shang Qinghua could clearly hear the sound of each of his ribs breaking, and the hissing sound like air leaking from his chest after vomiting too much blood.

When his teeth were a little loose, Shang Qinghua thought to himself, compared to his uncle and other demons, Mo Beijun was so damn gentle and kind, he was like a little angel.

The longer he delayed, the more anxious and furious Lin Guangjun became. He stepped firmly on his back, pulled up one of his arms, and said with a evil smile: "Isn't it guaranteed that he will scream hard and miserable? Why are you so strict with your mouth? Haven't you heard anything yet?"

This action brought some extremely bad associations to Shang Qinghua. He hurriedly spat out the pool of hot blood in his mouth and shouted sincerely.

Lord Linguang said: "Well, not bad. Unfortunately, it's not miserable enough. I'll help you."

The horrible pain of tearing muscles, skin and bones came from my shoulders. Shang Qinghua opened his mouth and let fear overwhelm him, but he couldn't scream anymore.

But the pain did not develop to the point where it was uncontrollable. Suddenly, his arm that was pulled back fell limply.

A corner of his dark blue robe billowed in front of him, and his lapel was covered with wind and snow.

Lord Mobei was caught off guard, and he jumped out of the ring of fire, hitting Lord Linguang in the heart with a palm!

Lord Linguang was caught off guard and received a slap to the chest. Half of his chest collapsed, and the demonic energy around his body seemed to have been punched through a big hole, flowing out thousands of miles. His heart went cold: The power of this boy's blow was different from before. After all, he was dragged over and absorbed all the skills inherited by the Mobei clan!

And even Xuanyang True Fire was not afraid of it anymore and just wore it out!

Although he was angry and unwilling, he was probably no longer a match for Mo Beijun, so he had to quickly seal the wound with ice and turned into a black wind, attacking outside the ice castle.

Shang Qinghua lay with his face on the ground. There was no movement for a long time, and no one came to help him. His heart was desolate: Why are you still angry? No matter how you say it, it's because he was beaten like this and didn't even give him a hand. This is too unreasonable!

But there was a deep thud.

Shang Qinghua turned over with great difficulty and grinned.

Lord Mobei actually fell down again. Two figures fell in different postures next to a blazing fire ring, quietly, quietly, throwing themselves into the street.

Only then did he suddenly realize that perhaps Mobei Lord had not completely absorbed the seven successful bodies, nor had he suppressed Linguang Lord's demonic energy. Just now, he was really "impulsive" and fought hard to temporarily scare away Lord Linguang. Now that Lord Mobei had exhausted his last strength and was roasted by the fatal Xuanyang True Fire, he... rushed to the street again.

Although Mo Beijun was lying straight on the ground and couldn't even bend his fingers, he was still glaring at him with his eyes.

Shang Qinghua was so stared at that he could no longer lie down peacefully, so he had to say: "Well, my lord, stop struggling, lie down, and digest it slowly. The accumulated skills of successive lords are not something that can be swallowed whole in one bite." of."

The gaze was still unblinking. Shang Qinghua felt like he was being showered with needles and his heart was pounding with fear. He finally took a breath and sat up, his upper body shaking like Parkinson's disease.

Now Mo Beijun can finally listen to him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Well, Your Majesty. In fact, I didn't want to leave at this time. I don't know that it happened to be a critical moment for your succession, really. For such an important matter, why didn't you Tell me earlier."

Mo Beijun told him with his expression, "Kneel down and cry and say I'm wrong and I'll forgive you."

The corners of Shang Qinghua's mouth twitched and he continued: "To be honest, you shouldn't have brought me here. I don't stand up to anything at all, so I just give you a beating every now and then, and that's okay. Look at me just now, I was beaten This will only give you a little time. Your brother-in-law was seriously injured and he probably won’t dare to come again. Then I’ll just... go."

Mo Beijun's expression softened a bit at first, but when he heard the last sentence, his eyes immediately turned cold: "Still leaving?! How dare you!"

After being yelled at again, Shang Qinghua's whole body was still hurting. Suddenly, he was filled with anger and immediately shouted: "Why don't you dare!"

Of course, this slap did not scare Mo Beijun. It only made his shoulder and arm hurt, and stars appeared in his eyes. Anyway, Lord Mobei couldn't move now. Shang Qinghua turned evil and pointed at him: "Tell you the truth! I have tolerated you for a long time, you are a spoiled young master and a second-generation devil with a bad temper!"

This move can be described as audacious. Mo Beijun looked completely in disbelief. And Shang Qinghua's long-standing grievances are now flowing out like a rainbow:

"You see, I have a good temper, good words, but poor cultivation. It's so cool to handle it, right? Do you think you, me, and I are really so...so...?!"

"What are you looking at? Do you have any objections?! I am your father! Call me daddy! That's all I let you do! Try it with someone else?! Brother Bing is not allowed to beat you to death, and Shen Qingqiu's original product is not allowed to trick you to death. !”

"No one likes to be beaten every day, and no one is really happy all day long after being beaten every day! It's not really a dog! It's a dog. If you kick it twice every day, as time goes by, it will know that it doesn't dare to do it again. Tag you!"

Mobei Jun said: "Do you want to die?"

Under such circumstances, the deterrent effect of these words was greatly reduced. Shang Qinghua said: "I don't want to. Not only do I dare to leave, I also dare to do other things. Do you believe it? This peak master will be here today to beat you up before." Beat me back!"

Mobei Jun said angrily: "You——!!!"

Shang Qinghua said: "What are you talking about? 'You dare' again? Tell you, I really dare now. Come on!"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and eagerly moved his fists in front of Mobei Jun's livid face. Mo Beijun's eyes were filled with cold knives. Shang Qinghua was not afraid and punched him in the face.

Mo Beijun instinctively turned his face away, feeling his face tighten.

Very strange feeling. It's a little itchy, a little painful, but it's not the expected blow at all.

Shang Qinghua pinched one side of his cheek with two fingers, pulled it out hard, and said, "What, does it hurt?"

As I pulled it, I thought, this is fucking different from what I want to do! Beat him, beat him while he can't move. No matter how you look at it, you are still losing money!

But there's nothing I can do, and sure enough... I still can't bring myself to punch this face!

Mo Beijun was pulled to the point where he couldn't speak clearly and insisted: "You're done!"

Shang Qinghua chuckled and said, "You have the backbone to threaten me in this situation. Dad appreciates you."

His other hand also joined in, pinching the other side of Mo Beijun's face, sometimes pulling it in the opposite direction, and sometimes squeezing it into a ball. Mo Beijun's noble and cool image in the past was completely ruined by his mean hands. Shang Qinghua kept repeating: "It doesn't hurt yet? Does it hurt?"

Mo Beijun was arrogant and unyielding, but physical tears could not be blocked by his arrogance. After all, he made tears well up in the corners of his eyes.

"...It hurts? It hurts!" Shang Qinghua let go of his paw and said, "If you hit me normally, it will hurt at least ten times more than this! What's wrong with asking me to pull you? You're so delicate!"

Mo Beijun turned pale with anger at his contemptuous words of "coquettish!", and there were a lot of green and red fingerprints on his cheeks, which was really shocking.

Shang Qinghua was indeed a coward. Just now he felt great about committing a passionate crime, but afterwards he was afraid that he would be sent to the crematorium. Especially after Mo Beijun's face returned to its normal shape, the expression was really... really... he could see it in his heart. Feeling frightened, he patted the hem of his clothes and prepared to leave. He took a few steps with long strides, and Mo Beijun shouted from behind: "If you want legs, just stand still and don't move!"

Reflexively, Shang Qinghua obeyed the order again.

He didn't dare to look back and said, "Your Majesty, I'm really leaving."

Mo Beijun: "Shut up! Come back!"

Shang Qinghua thought to himself: "Even if you are angry, don't come to me. Once I go back, you will never find me again, so don't do useless work. That's it, good-bye, Your Majesty."

Mo Beijun almost roared: "If you are brave enough to leave, don't let me see you again!"

Shang Qinghua turned a deaf ear.

After taking two steps, he added: "I'm very happy to see you. Really - you are more handsome than I thought!"

At this moment, his cheerful and joyful expression was exactly the same as the moment when he wrote about this character's appearance.

Really feel for the characters you write about. In hindsight, this was really embarrassing.

But parting is imminent, so the embarrassment will only last for a while.

It's just that Shang Qinghua didn't understand, what about the "parting is about to happen" as promised?

Why is it that a month has passed since the system released the attachment to return to the city, and he is still doing nothing in the world of Arrogant Immortal and Demon Path!

Every time he opened the system and faced the red and green [Yes] and [I’ll talk about it next time], he would be stunned for a while, and then select the button on the right to close the interface.

Next time, next time, there will be so many next times.

Shang Qinghua blamed procrastination. The worst kind of procrastination!

He didn't dare to go back to Cangqiong Mountain for the time being. He didn't know if Lord Mobei would be so angry that he would go to Anding Peak to block people. But half of his savings were placed in a cave in Anding Peak, and the other half was placed in Mobeijun's mansion in Northern Xinjiang. Therefore, in the past month, Shang Qinghua seemed to be living a life of ease, but in fact, he was not living frugally and living in the open. If he didn't still have some spiritual power with him, he would be no different from an ordinary vagabond.

After wandering for nearly a month, he unexpectedly met a master and apprentice who traveled around the world freely.

When Shang Qinghua recognized who it was, he couldn't help but rub his eyes. It took half a minute to confirm that the young man in civilian clothes carrying a fishing rod and a fish basket who was still impressive was Luo Binghe; it took another half a minute to confirm that the young man carrying a food box to deliver food to him was still insisting. The one who tirelessly pretends to be immortal is Shen Xian Master Shen Peak Master Shen Qingqiu.

You are here to enjoy the fun of seclusion in the mountains and forests, but you have thrown Mr. Mobei into the devil world and forced me to go out with him. How miserable!

Shang Qinghua was slanderous, but he was still very happy to see these two people. Especially since he hasn't had a full meal in so many days.

Don't complain about why he, a cultivator of immortality, cares about whether he has enough to eat. There are enough complaints in the book review section. He's not from Ascetic Peak, and he doesn't play bigu tricks!

Luo Binghe naturally wouldn't give him a good look if someone disturbed his pastoral life. Although he wouldn't show it on Shen Qingqiu's face, after Shen Qingqiu exchanged a few words with him, he asked him to "come and sit in the house." "At this time, Brother Bing's face was still dark.

The two of them built a small bamboo house among the clear water and green mountains in a very romantic way. The more Shang Qinghua sat, the more he felt that the life of these two people was really nourishing. He sat on the wicker chair and said, "The house is nice."

Shen Qingqiu waved his fan and said, "You don't want to think about who picked it up. Is it wrong?"

Shang Qinghua said with a shy face: "Your life is much more comfortable than mine. I wonder if you can take advantage of Brother Gua and let me enjoy the happiness for a while?"

Shen Qingqiu: "Unfortunately, you came at the wrong time. We were about to eat."

Shang Qinghua: "Where is it? It's better to come early than to come by chance. I think I came just in time. Let me see how your food is." After saying that, he stood up and walked to the door that seemed to be the kitchen, and lifted the curtain.

Luo Binghe was wearing a light black shirt, with his sleeves rolled up high, and with a solemn expression, he was silently...kneading dough.

He looked serious and focused, with two white patches on his face, and a little flour on his eyelashes, as if what he was holding in his hands was not dough, but a scroll of the ambition to dominate the world!

No no no no no——

Shang Qinghua's liver and gallbladder were split, and he almost felt heartbroken.

He created the domineering protagonist Bing Ge who impressed thousands of male studs.

He's kneading dough!

Make ramen!

Face to face (infinite loop)...

What an indescribable horror!

Shang Qinghua retreated silently. He sat down at the table and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch a cup and take a sip of tea to calm down. Shen Qingqiu took it back and said, "Mine."

Shang Qinghua was still frightened: "Do you have a second cup here? How about giving it to me."

Shen Qingqiu pointed to the kitchen: "You also know that there is no second cup, so it belongs to him too."

"..."

"You dare to use it? If you dare to use it, I will give it to you."

Shang Qinghua's paws turned from pulling to pushing: "You always use it for yourself, and you have no luck in enjoying it."

Brother Bing continued to cook. The two chatted for a while. After listening to the broadcast of the emergency incident at the Mobei Ice Castle, Shen Qingqiu expressed doubts: "Really? Is it just like this?"

Shang Qinghua said: "What's the benefit of me lying to you about this kind of thing? What do you mean by 'just like this'? It's about my dignity. Of course I can't stay here any longer."

"That's true." Shen Qingqiu thought for a while and said, "But you don't look like this kind of person."

"What kind of person?"

Shen Qingqiu said pleasantly: "Who cares so much about dignity?"

With Xiangtian's strong will, thick skin, and tenacious vitality, it is really unlikely that he would be beaten up by Mo Beijun and run away. After all, after so many years of suffering, why did he suddenly become fragile, sensitive, and ecstatic?

Shang Qinghua said sarcastically: "Brother Gua, I often betray my integrity in order to gain votes and become the leader of Anding Peak, but you discriminate against me because of this. This is your fault."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Are the two reasons you gave not enough to rationalize the behavior of discriminating against you?"

Shang Qinghua: "Oh, be nice to me and be gentle, okay? Brother Gua, when do you think I should return to this world?"

Shen Qingqiu: "Do you really want to return to the present world? If you fly too much, your eyesight will really deteriorate. Wake up, you are just waiting for someone to apologize to you and then tie you back and continue to beat you three times a day."

Before the chat was over, dinner was served. Luo Binghe brought two bowls of noodles.

White noodles in red soup, minced green onions, and neatly stacked slices of tender meat, the presentation is excellent.

But Shang Qinghua would not stretch his claws. Brother Bing didn't need to say anything, just a seemingly casual glance, and Shang Qinghua knew that he didn't have a share.

Shen Qingqiu sighed: "That's why I say it's an unlucky time for you to come."

After all, not everyone is qualified to eat the vegetables and rice cooked by Brother Bing himself. Shang Qinghua had nothing to say and huddled in the corner of the table, watching eagerly as the two people opposite him separated their chopsticks.

Later, Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't stand it any longer, so he put a piece of meat into Luo Binghe's bowl and said compassionately: "Forget it, stop teasing him. Your uncle is so pitiful these days, don't bully him anymore."

Luo Binghe put the piece of meat into his mouth and said without raising his head: "There is still more in the pot."

Shang Qinghua happily took the shovel away.

He slurped down the noodles until tears filled his eyes. For the first time, I deeply felt that the most reliable thing in this world is indeed the friendship with the Peerless Cucumber from the same hometown.

After having a delicious meal of ramen, Shang Qinghua was overjoyed and had never thought about staying the night.

Just kidding, he doesn't want to listen to Brother Bing's opinions. Whether the quality of sleep can be guaranteed is one thing, and whether Brother Bing will cut off his two ears the next day is another.

Look at what kind of life Shen Qingqiu lives like a god, and then look at what kind of life he lives. Comparing people to each other makes people angry. This is really unreasonable. He is clearly the author and the creator god of this world, Kamisama. Can we all be kind to him? Love the author! Protect the author!

While reminiscing about the taste of the only bowl of noodles his son made for him, Shang Qinghua picked his teeth with grass roots and walked on the path in the mountains.

As I was walking, my foot suddenly slipped.

There was a valley next to the path. Shang Qinghua didn't bring a sword, so he couldn't fly if he fell. He yelled at himself: "How come I can slip even when I'm walking? I'm not a cartoon heroine with a special skill of falling flat on the ground!"

When I sat on the ground, I saw that there were no sudden extra banana peels or small tree roots, only a small puddle.

But the puddle was frozen. The surrounding low weeds are also faintly covered with a thin layer of frost.

Shang Qinghua rolled and climbed onto the stone wall closest to him, leaning against it to seek some sense of security.

He originally thought that he would wait until Mobei Jun finally came to visit him. This was already the worst scenario. But when someone emerged from behind the craggy stone, he discovered that the truth could be even worse.

Lord Linguang said: "Hey, look, who is this?"

Shang Qinghua laughed dryly and said: "Yes! Who is it?"

Lord Linguang patted his head and said, "Mobei is looking for you so fast that he has turned Beijiang upside down. You know how to hide, huh?"

"Your Majesty is joking, how can I hide..."

"Really? I'm also curious, what is there to hide? Last time in the ice castle, you made such a big contribution, and Mobei didn't even have time to reward you, so why bother to come to this poor and remote place? "

"Where is it!" Shang Qinghua waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't care about my business. Last time, it was all Mobei Jun who relied on his own ability..."

This refusal was originally because he was afraid that Lord Linguang would mark him down after the Ice Castle's defeat last time. Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Lord Linguang suddenly changed his face and said with a stern voice: "You mean, you are not as despicable, sinister and shameless as you are." The lackey from Cangqiong Mountain came out to ruin my good deeds. Can that brat defeat me by himself?"

It should be wrong, and it shouldn't be wrong. Shang Qinghua complained bitterly: "How is that possible! Lord Mobei, he only relied on sneak attacks to defeat you, Your Majesty!"

Linguang Jun: "Are you mocking me?"

Shang Qinghua: "..."

When I thought about it, yes, the first one to start the sneak attack was obviously Lord Linguang himself. The flattery was slapped on the horse's leg again. No matter how you say it, it was wrong. Shang Qinghua hugged his thigh with a smile on his face. This was the first time in decades that he had encountered such a difficult character!

He cried sadly and shut up.

Lord Linguang sneered: "That kid from Mobei must have never imagined that the person he couldn't find with all his strength would be bumped into by me casually. In this case, I have to make good use of you... "

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said: "Your Majesty! If you want to arrest me and threaten Mobei Lord, it's useless! I'll tell you the truth why I ran away. In fact, last time, I couldn't bear it when he couldn't move. Just give him a good beating... You know what a dead-faced guy he is! It's hard to get someone to beat him if there's a chance like that, right? I couldn't help it, so I just... ran away. They are looking for me everywhere, mostly because they want to beat me back. I have no value in his eyes, at best, I am just a useful punching bag and follower."

Lord Linguang paused and said impatiently: "Why are you telling me so much? I look like a demon who can do such unsavory things?"

It's hard to say, your sneak attack on Lord Mobei is not necessarily very popular... Shang Qinghua said sincerely: "It doesn't look like that."

Lord Linguang: "Then I look like such a patient demon?"

Shang Qinghua: "I don't know about this. So how do you want to 'use' me, Your Majesty?"

"How to use it?" Linguang Jun said hoarsely: "Kill you to vent your anger. Isn't it hard to think of this method?"

"..." Shang Qinghua was stunned for a moment and said: "No, it's a waste of natural resources! Your Majesty, you can arrest me and threaten Lord Mobei or something. It would be a pity to kill me directly!"

Lord Linguang: "'I have no value at all in his eyes. At best, I am just a sandbag and follower who can be used easily.' Who said this?"

Shang Qinghua: "There is an old saying that modesty is a virtue..."

Before he finished speaking the word "virtue", he suddenly threw up his hands and shouted: "Look at Xuanyang's true fire!"

Several balls of red flames billowed in the sky. Lord Linguang was shocked and hurriedly evaded. However, the flame fell to the ground and was immediately extinguished. It was clearly not the Xuanyang True Fire that was not affected by the wind or flooded by water. Shang Qinghua was just deceiving him!

Lord Linguang was angry for a moment, filled with old and new grudges. He casually brushed off the dew that had just fallen on the hanging leaves and aimed it at Shang Qinghua's lower plate. Shang Qinghua felt his calves go cold, and an ice bullet made of demonic energy passed through his legs. He couldn't run anymore and fell down.

Lord Linguang stepped forward, stepped on the kneecap of his other leg, and said: "You are like a cockroach, you are so good at running away! I will cripple both of your legs first, and see if you can still How to run?"

Shang Qinghua didn't have the integrity to remain unyielding at all, and he was so distraught: "Your Majesty——!!!"

Say the king, the king is here!

The dark blue figure suddenly arrived like a ghost. There was a click, and two masses of black air collided. Lord Linguang held his leg with a broken kneecap and went crazy: "You kid, do you have to be here in such a timely manner?! Why don't you wait a little longer?! Can’t you wait until I step on it?”

Mo Beijun kicked his other knee to pieces and said coldly: "No!"

Lord Linguang was quite stubborn. Both of his knees were shattered into powder. Instead of screaming, he scolded even more hysterically: "You are such a son of that dead-faced father of yours! You can't look like anyone but you should look like him. A nest of turtles and bastards." Life, if he robs you, why don’t you die if he dies earlier?”

Lord Mobei said: "If you scold me again, I will send you in to accompany him."

Shang Qinghua was stunned. Although he knew that Lord Linguang had always been deeply resentful towards his brother, he didn't expect that it was so deep here that he would rather lose all his grace than to scold him...

Amidst Lord Linguang's furious curse, Lord Mobei lifted him up and pushed him into the valley. If you fall down the valley like this, you may die, but the devil will definitely not die. Shang Qinghua did not remind him to eradicate the problem. After all, he is his uncle, and Mobei Jun's father must have told him that no matter what Linguang Jun does, he must let him do it. In fact, Shang Qinghua didn't want to remind him of anything at all. It would be better if he could make him forget his existence...

Lord Mobei withdrew his gaze from the bottom of the valley and shouted: "Stop!"

Shang Qinghua dragged a calf with a hole in it and was about to sneak away. He didn't want to be broken by his shout, so he stopped in place.

He was caught on the spot, but he was not necessarily as guilty as he was. Hearing the sound of Jun Mobei's footsteps stepping on frost and cracking ice as he walked over, he hurriedly covered his face again.

Mo Beijun seems to be very angry today, and he is not cold at all: "What are you doing?!"

Shang Qinghua said sarcastically: "Didn't you say, 'Don't let me see you again'? I can't help it if I don't see you. I'll cover my face first."

Mo Beijun raised his hand, and Shang Qinghua hugged his head as a habit.

"..."

Mo Beijun separated his two hands, stretched them straight, and said unbearably: "Let me see you doing this kind of action again...you don't have to keep your hands!"

This sentence has a bit of teeth-gnashing hatred. Shang Qinghua reflexively wanted to hold his head again, but he held it back because of his hands, which had done so much for typing on the keyboard.

He was so panicked that he started to tremble and tremble, which made Lord Mobei ask: "Am I so scary?"

Shang Qinghua: "Well, actually not! It's just that I always felt that your Majesty, you have to give me those two blows. In the past, it didn't matter if you were beaten or kicked, but now that you have officially succeeded to the throne, your cultivation is not what it used to be, and you can be shocked by it. The waves crash against the shore, the rocks pierce through the clouds, I'm afraid I can't bear your two blows..."

Lord Mobei said: "Shut up! Follow me and go!"

Shang Qinghua risked his life and clung to the stone wall like a gecko: "I won't leave! No, I want to leave! I want to go back to my hometown."

Lord Mobei said: "If I call you back, you won't leave."

Shang Qinghua: "Instead of staying and being beaten by you three times a day, why not...what?!"

call back?

Call him back?

Mobei Jun is willing to call him back?

In order to keep him from leaving, Mobei Jun was willing to call him back?

Too shocked, Shang Qinghua's mind was endlessly looping through the ladder-like text array.

Mo Beijun raised his chin and stood frozen, with an aura of "hit him as you like, I won't fight back", but he kept secretly observing him from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't make a move for a long time, Mo Beijun seemed to suddenly become happy. Although when he was happy, it seemed like his eyebrows were just slightly raised.

Lord Mobei said: "Don't do anything? The time limit is up. Then I won't beat you. Let's go."

Didn't I say not to do it later? Is there a time limit for this?

Mo Beijun raised his eyebrows with a hint of hidden joy, and dragged Shang Qinghua away. Shang Qinghua immediately cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf: "Oh my God, it hurts, it hurts, my king, look at me! See me, see me!"

As expected, Mo Beijun looked at him and saw one of his bloody legs.

"..." After a moment of silence, he tried to carry Shang Qinghua up.

Shang Qinghua said desperately: "Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty, please spare my life! If you carry me all the way like this, my leg will really become useless!"

Lord Mobei said: "What should we do?"

With tears in his eyes, Shang Qinghua tentatively asked, "How about...find me a doctor first?"

Mo Beijun said "tsk", turned around and left.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Shang Qinghua, who was abandoned on the spot, was stunned.

Is this... you think he's troublesome?

After a while, Mobei Jun came back, dragging a cart he had stolen from somewhere. The wooden chicken then turned into a live chicken.

The dignified second-in-command of the demon tribe, the noble and cold leader of the Mobei Ice Tribe, drags a shabby cart that is extremely inconsistent with his style of painting. This picture is awesome!

Shang Qinghua said "Pfft!", and he failed again.

Seeing that the veins on Mo Beijun's forehead were beating faintly again, he quickly screamed and frowned. After shouting twice, Mobei Jun picked him up and put him in the car.

Although he was riding a crooked, broken-down cart that had been snatched from an old horse in a farmer's yard, and in the past it should have only been used to haul fodder, dry firewood, swill buckets and the like, Shang Qinghua was able to sit comfortably. But he is proud and majestic. Those who don't know much would think that this is the number one scholar who studied hard in high school for ten years, received a marriage from the Holy Spirit, and is beating gongs and drums to welcome his bride.

What a fateful reincarnation. When he first met Mo Beijun, he used a cart to drag the unconscious Mobei Jun to a room in the same way!

There is a poem to prove it: thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. The boards are turning and will be at my house next year. Ha ha!

Shang Qinghua declared with a fairy-like air, "I want to eat noodles."

Brother Bing's bowl of noodles was really delicious, but it was too little. He didn't have a few noodles left, so he couldn't get enough of it.

Mo Beijun: "Yeah."

Shang Qinghua emphasized: "Ramen."

Mobei Jun: "Okay."

Shang Qinghua pushed further: "You do it."

The cart suddenly stopped, and Mobei Jun stood still.

There was a faint cold air coming from unknown source. Shang Qinghua was immediately frightened, winked and said, "I do it, I do it, of course I do it. Just say it casually, hee hee hee."

well. Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

After a while, the wheels of the cart slowly started turning again. Mobei Jun was in front, without looking back, and said: "I will do it."

…

What did he say? He said he did? What to do? Hand-Pulled Noodle?

Mobei-Jun, who is willing to give him a beating and is willing to give him the following - what day is it today? Big hair today!

Shang Qinghua has decided!

He wants to go back to his old business.

The pen name Xiangtian Masturbation is about to make a comeback!

What should I write about? Shang Qinghua slapped his thigh. I heard that Liu Su Mianhua's set of Chunshan Hate, which had an 81% discount, was selling very well. Well, just follow the trend and write this! Although he himself is extremely upright, if there is a market for his work, he will dare to write if there is a market for it. What Xiangtian Masturbation is best at is following the trend. He writes whatever is popular, and it’s absolutely right!

The first step is to think of a good book title that the public will like to read. "The Secret History of Qingjing Peak", "My Apprentice Can't Be That Cute", "The Master Is So Beautiful", etc. have not been decided yet, so let's think about it first. It doesn’t matter if the writing style is not as good as Liu Su Mianhua’s. What Xiangtian Masturbate sells is never the writing style. Moreover, the writers like Yanagi Su Mianhua and San Shengsheng formed a clique, which I didn’t like very much. Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe are the only two people writing this, and their horizons are too small. In fact, according to him, he could be more bold and unrestrained. For example, since it is called "Spring Mountain Hate", why does it have to be limited to a pair of CPs? Liu Qingge is so stunning, wouldn't it be a pity not to write about it? Yue Qingyuan is also a handsome and handsome man, and his career is very successful. Which one of Junior Brother Mu or Senior Brother Wei is not a male god in the eyes of the world? How can I write about NPC and worry that no one will read it?

All in all, as long as he is explicit enough, obscene enough (cross out here), and shameless enough (cross out here), he will sooner or later become a dominant figure in the local literary world, and he can be prosperous even without selling homemade soap. He Houhua !

Masturbating to the sky and crossing one's legs, the cart creaked and shook on the bumpy mountain road. As the sun set, Mobei Jun dragged him, not knowing where he was going.

Although it is full of words, frivolous, messy, and written in an elementary school style, more serious readers may not be able to help but throw the book and yell "What the hell". However, Chicory has always been good at making excuses for his cheating. He can throw out a thousand "justs" to smooth things over. For example: I’m just reading an article, just like being a human being, I’m just trying to have fun, so why should I be so serious about it? It’s just a random drama, everyone should be tolerant of me; It’s just a mindless and cool article, and you still expect to see it. What; just...

only.

...It’s just that he really, really likes the story he wrote.

(over)

The author has something to say:

Okay, the big plane is finished! The rest is all about editing! If the content at the beginning of this chapter does not connect well, please turn to the end of the previous chapter and take a look. There is a small amount of new content because some adjustments have been made to the content in the revision o＜＜

Afterword of chatter:

end! At! Write! over! La!

It just so happened that I started saving manuscripts in July last year while studying hard for advanced mathematics. At that time, I read two articles on Cultivation Through Books that were so shocking that I rolled around on the bed holding my phone, and finally couldn't help but write it myself.

Because I was afraid that the article would be too cold and I wouldn’t have the motivation to write it down, I saved the 80,000-word draft in one go, and waited until September before uneasily uploading the first chapter. Looking back at what the previous author had to say, I found that Chapter 19 only had 100 collections, but at that time I didn’t understand data and still thought wow, I have such a promising future, and 100 people I don’t know are reading my random writing (sorry, I have no knowledge)... The number of words I have written to this day is really fantastic. You must know that I have never written such a long novel, and it is also a pure love novel Σ(°△°|||)︴

In short, for this achievement, I have to thank everyone for their enthusiastic support and the editors who gave me the opportunity. Tiger floor bow!

Looking at the prosperous long comment area and fan art, I feel like I have harvested a whole fish pond of rapeseed flowers. Thank you to the book friends who produce fan fiction and fan art! The author secretly rubs her chastity in her arms, you helped her drop it!

And Mr. Hao, thank you for your support! Flattered!

The title of this article is extremely vulgar, and my friends and relatives have been complaining about the name: "It smells like a noob. When I tell others that I read this book, I feel that I have low taste, and I am ashamed to even recommend it." This makes me feel embarrassed. This is the name I thought about for half a month before I finally had an idea and decided on it. It’s not very elegant, but it’s simple and crude, so it’s clear at a glance, right?

(Okay, I'm a little embarrassed to say it. I'll go down and see if I can change it)

The original setting was that Teacher Shen's surname was not Shen, but Gu. When I poked through the book-type articles on the list, I saw that the protagonists in seven of the ten books were named Gu, so I quickly changed their names using the substitution method. But in fact, there are not many people with the surname Shen╮(￣▽￣)╭. In addition, Teacher Shen originally set the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, but after checking Baidu Encyclopedia, I vaguely felt that he was the only one who could return to Nascent Soul. Dafa was replaced by golden elixir. Not enough knowledge, just making things up. So this article is full of all kinds of private information from beginning to end, and the cultivation process is messy. No, it basically doesn’t involve the cultivation process.

I have never written a funny type of article before. If I don’t pay attention to the relaxed and joyful writing style, I will not grasp the balance and turn it into a noisy one, so it is inevitable that I will make mistakes sometimes. Running down in a hurry, it was like a carnival. The first half of the book has an outline, which is the most satisfying part for me. However, looking back, there are still so many typos and bugs that I can’t bear to look at them. In the later stages, I was left to my own devices. When I was actually filling in the details, I was so anxious that I was stuck scratching the wall with my hands. Moreover, after the serialization, the exams became intensive, and the daily updates also challenged my poor hand speed. In many places, it was, well, miserable. So after half a year, I had a major overhaul and finally felt a little better...

Although part of the skeleton cannot be changed, we have tried our best to modify the settings, add and change some details, and change some of the plot, especially in the second half of the book. So if you occasionally review this article on Jinjiang, you may see some websites that find it interesting xd0000 and this kind of dark history have been left to me...

So let me tell you one more thing. It's over, which means that this person's reputation is guaranteed. Book lovers can consider whether it is right to collect this person's column. thank you! ! !

Also, who said I won’t write new articles? Of course I’m writing, but my hand speed is still struggling!

However, the advance receipt of new articles can actually reach this amount. You guys really give me huge surprises every time, which seriously exceeds my expectations.

Anyway, thank you all for your compliments! There are many shortcomings in the first article, but my mood is still the same as that of a plane. I really like this story, the characters in it, and you guys who accompanied me to finish writing this story!

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