The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

"I'm just one point away from dying on the spot."

Shen Liuxiang was leaning on the peach tree, holding the jug with his slender fingers, tears rolling in his eyes, his lips pursed tightly, and the whole person was extremely sad.

I almost cried out loud.

"This..." Ling Hua didn't understand why he was sad, and thought for a moment, "I see that after the test, Zhou Xuanlan's face is calm, not like his confidence has been frustrated, you can rest assured."

"Don't mention him to me." Shen Liuxiang took a sip of wine, not knowing whether he was drunk or angry, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

He lowered his head slightly, almost choked: "I'm going to lose my pants."

What about the explosion of the small universe?

10,000 spirit stones, he just bought the luxury of Huapao brocade boots the day before yesterday, and he returned to before liberation today... No, it made things worse.

Shen Liuxiang wanted to cry but had no tears, just wanted to get drunk and rest, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw a young man standing under the tree, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Master."

Shen Liuxiang was surging with blood and energy, although he knew that Zhou Xuanlan was innocent, and after all, there was nothing he could do, but when he saw him, he remembered the thousands of spirit stones that had passed away, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to catch someone and slap him in pain.

Shen Liuxiang endured it for a while, then ran away.

Leaving Zhou Xuanlan under the tree, looking eagerly at the place where he disappeared in an instant, the young man's face was a bit blank and innocent.

The night moon climbs the branches.

Carrying a half-jug of wine, Shen Liuxiang slowly descended from the top of Huatian Peak, passing through the peach forest halfway up the mountain, when he suddenly saw a figure and was startled.

He used his spiritual energy to get rid of some alcohol before, and only three points of drunkenness remained. This fright, he completely woke up.

The boy who walked out of the shadows, I don't know how long he has been standing here, his black hair and shoulders are decorated with a lot of peach blossoms blown by the wind, and his face is a little pale from the injury he suffered.

The moment he saw Shen Liuxiang, his black eyes were slightly bright, and his thin lips that had lost some blood color opened, "Master."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, and the villain in his heart beat his chest and feet.

Was waiting for him.

The apprentice is so obedient, how can it be broken, completely unable to express his anger!

Zhou Xuanlan supported him and shook his body lightly: "Master is displeased, is it because the disciple lost to Lingmu Mountain and let the Master down?"

Shen Liuxiang vented for a whole day, and his anger was almost gone. Hearing that, Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with relief: "I don't blame you for the teacher, no need to blame yourself."

Seeing Zhou Xuanlan's dispirited expression, Shen Liuxiang raised his hand and touched the top of his apprentice's hair comfortingly, and found that he had grown a lot taller, almost equal to himself.

Suddenly feel the happiness of the cultivation department.

Shen Liuxiang was a little more happy, and comforted: "It's normal to win or lose in the competition, you don't need to worry too much, Ling Mushan is indeed the leader of the younger generation."

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and said nothing.

The two walked through the Peach Blossom Forest all the way, and when they were about to leave Huatian Peak, he held Shen Liuxiang's hand tightly, and said slowly, "This disciple can actually beat Lingmu Mountain, so... Master, this disciple is not inferior to him."

Clam?

Shen Liu slammed his footsteps and opened his eyes slightly.

"Tell me again!!"

Qing Lingzong is backed by endless mountains, covering a vast area, and there are many mortal towns scattered around.

Bendshui Town is one of them. It has been sheltered by the Immortal Sect for a hundred years and has become a well-known paradise. Its prosperity is not much lower than that of some major cities.

At noon, the restaurant was full of seats, and a storyteller on the middle table, clapping the board, told vividly about the great competition of the Qing Lingzong disciples that ended a few days ago.

"It is said that after Su Zhenren gave a soft call, the two best disciples in the sect on the stage, one gained infinite power because of Zhenren's inspiration, and the other was angered... If it was said that it was for the top position, then now, they It's just to compete for Su Zhenren! In an instant, if the two of them have an undeniable feud, they will fight desperately on the field."

The storyteller paused for a while and raised his teacup to quench his thirst. At this time, dozens of spiritual stones were thrown from the box on the second floor by the railing, all of which smashed at his feet.

Mr. Storyteller paused and put down the teacup ecstatically, "Thank you immortal for your favor!"

He continued talking immediately.

"Honored lord, this is the collected portrait." Liu Shenyun leaned down and offered several picture scrolls with both hands.

The man who was called the Sovereign Lord wore a dark purple robe, his face was cold and severe, and there was a striking scar that was crimson red like blood on the brow of his right eye.

Articulated fingers grabbed a scroll.

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The monk in snow clothes standing by the pool in the painting, with a low eyebrow and a smile, has a beautiful and flawless appearance.

The man's calloused hand gently landed on the face of the person in the painting, and caressed it carefully. His eyes were always full of ferocity, but there was only boundless tenderness, as if he was staring at a rare treasure.

"Just like my brother."

Liu Shenyun speculated: "Do you want to invite the real person to the Qing Emperor Lingzong?"

The wind roared through the hall, the sleeves robes flew, and a low voice sounded faintly in the compartment, "I will pick him up in person."

The sound of sword cries on the riverside of Jue Chun continued all night.

Ling Jinye hid in the dark and gave Ling Mushan a vicious look, "It's been three days without sleep, it must be because you hit him too hard, causing him to suffer an unprecedented blow, so he practiced frantically!"

Ling Mushan shook his head helplessly, "If I keep my hand, I can't win, but he seems to have kept it."

Ling Jinye said "Ah", "I lost to you on purpose, why?"

"I don't know," Ling Mushan shrugged, "Maybe it has something to do with Uncle Master. Yesterday, Master asked Uncle Master to prepare for the award, but it was rejected."

After the apprenticeship competition every year, the top three will be in the Lingxiao Hall and will be rewarded by the master himself. .

But recently, the relationship between their master and apprentice is very good, not to mention the night of sparring, just on the test stage, Shen Liuxiang supported the apprentice and shouted that heart-breaking, which shocked everyone's heart.

The teacher is very affectionate!

After waiting for so many years, Zhou Xuanlan was finally able to take over the reward from Shen Xianjun.

Everyone was looking forward to it.

However…

"I will not go,"

Shen Liuxiang was lying on the soft Jintan, his chin rested on a pillow, and his long thin white fingers picked up a purple grape, and slowly peeled off the skin, "Just like in previous years, you can do it for me."

Ling Hua supported his forehead: "You are in the sect. It's just a blink of an eye to go to the Lingxiao Hall. Why do you need me to replace you?"

Shen Liuxiang pursed the corners of his mouth and snorted coldly.

Don't ask, it's that Zhou Yingdi played him and made him go bankrupt.

Seeing that the reason didn't make sense, Ling Hua's eyes turned slightly, "I heard that your apprentice has been cultivating by the Juichun River for a few days. It's cold there, and the young man is pitiful for his thin body."

Shen Liuxiang's face was not touched at all, and he ate the grapes, "I didn't let him not return to Chaoyun Peak."

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why his apprentice played him. The only possible explanation was that Zhou Xuanlan knew that he had put a lot of spiritual stones on him, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate to vent his grievances in the past.

Shen Liuxiang felt sour and bitter in his heart.

If you are not satisfied, just come at him, what is it to bully Lingshi!

"Since you've made up your mind, I'll go to the Lingxiao Hall," Ling Hua brushed off his sleeves, stood up, and acted like a chatterbox before leaving, "First give my good apprentice a magic weapon, and then watch the sect master give Ling Mushan awarded the prize, if you have time, I will help you throw the prize to Zhou Xuanlan."

"By the way, the year he first entered the sect, I remember winning the top spot. You didn't want to come, so a different elder awarded him the award and threw him on the ground. At that time, the disciples in the hall laughed and guessed. Whether Zhou Xuanlan will pick it up or not."

Ling Hua walked to the door, turned around and hinted with a smile, "You said that if my hands were shaking, would Zhou Xuanlan pick it up or not?"

"Pick up your uncle-"

A purple grape slammed on the door.

In the Lingxiao Hall, Ling Hua picked up a brocade box and walked to Ling Jinye. Seeing his apprentice stretch out his hand with a smile on his face, he immediately slapped his palm and said, "Wannian third child, can you make a difference?"

Ling Jinye stuck out his tongue and smiled: "Shizun couldn't compare to Sect Master and Shen Xianjun back then, my disciple has inherited your mantle."

Is there such a public saying about Xianjun? Everyone in the hall broke into a cold sweat for Ling Jinye.

But he didn't want to, Ling Hua just lightly patted his head with his palm, and then rubbed it, "You're too bold."

When a group of onlookers saw this, sour water rose in their hearts.

Although he knew that Xianjun Ling Hua had a good temper, he didn't expect to be so good, and he was too fond of his apprentice.

Qingling owes me a Master Linghua!

It is reasonable to go to Zhou Xuanlan next, but Shen Xianjun was not seen in the hall, everyone was wondering, the sect master walked to Lingmu Mountain with a sword in hand, "This sword is called Zixiao, it has a soul imprint on the sword for the master, if you encounter danger , I can protect you one or two."

The whole place was boiling.

Not to mention the disciples, some elders were all red-eyed.

The soul imprint of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm is tantamount to a life-saving talisman, and Lingmu Mountain is equivalent to an extra life.

Ling Mushan was excited and took it with his hands trembling: "Thank you, Master."

All the disciples watched Ling Mushan take away the Zixiao sword, and their heartache reached its peak.

Come on, Qing Ling owes another sect master and master.

Fortunately, I can get a little comfort from Zhou Xuanlan every year. I thought that Shen Xianjun would come today, but I didn't expect to leave the apprentice aside.

Ling Jinye looked worried. Before coming to the main hall, he asked Zhou Xuanlan if Shen Xianjun would come.

Zhou Xuanlan said he didn't know.

His eyes drooped down, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Master ignores me, I don't know why... angry with me."

Ling Jinye tugged at Ling Hua's cuff: "Master, hurry up and award the prize, don't let people stand."

Ling Hua glanced at Zhou Xuanlan, who lowered his head slightly, covering his face with emotions, and sighed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it still didn't come.

He turned around to get the ink blue box, which contained the rare elixir. When he was reaching for it, a jade-white hand appeared and snatched it away.

"The apprentice's is the master's,"

Shen Liuxiang pulled down the small black bag around his waist, and threw the box into it as if there was no one else around, "I want this."

There was an uproar in the hall.

First, I didn't expect Shen Liuxiang to come, and secondly, other masters gave things to their apprentices, but when they arrived at Shen Liuxiang, they acted like a bully, taking possessions of their apprentices!

Zhou Xuanlan heard the familiar voice and raised her head suddenly, her eyes fell on a plain clothes.

His thin lips trembled, and his voice was a bit difficult: "Master..."

That day at Huatian Peak he just finished speaking, the master changed his face, pointed at him "you you you you..." for a while, then left in a hurry, no matter how he chased, the master ignored him and replied After Chao Yunfeng, he set up a barrier directly outside the room to prevent him from going in and harassing him.

Master is willing to come to see him, isn't he angry?

Shen Liuxiang stood in front of Zhou Xuanlan, took a closer look, caught a glimpse of the bloodshot in his black eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

After snorting inexplicably, Shen Liuxiang raised his hand and touched Zhou Xuanlan's forehead with a finger as white as jade.

in his daze.

With a hint of coolness on his fingertips, he flicked it viciously.

"Little prodigal."