The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

A happy soft glutinous milk sound resounded in the hall.

Abu threw the gift box in the air, spread his white feet, and ran towards the boy who was burying his head in eating, "Daddy! It's Daddy!"

Eager calls from far to near.

Shen Liuxiang realized that something was wrong, and looked up blankly.

A white and fat glutinous rice dumpling, with a few swaying golden leaves on top of it, and the soft flesh propping up the small belly pocket, ran up to him, and got into his arms with a look of joy.

"It's really daddy!"

Abu grabbed the front of Shen Liuxiang's clothes with both hands, buried his face in the thin neck and rubbed it, and the golden leaves on his head shone finely and swept across the boy's confused face.

"Bu Bu misses you so much."

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

Everyone in the hall: "…"

The disciples of Jianzong looked ugly, and they all looked at Master Ning with a green light in their eyes, and their mouths were so bitter that they could not speak.

There is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, uncle, the baby is three years old!

After the other disciples were shocked, they first watched Ning Runxin, then Zhou Xuanlan, and then Shen Liuxiang and the little ginseng nestled in his arms, making up an earth-shattering **** drama.

The gazes came from all directions, Shen Liuxiang felt like a dog in the sun, pressed the ginseng baby who was sticking to his body and rubbing, "You are mistaken."

Abu turned his head and sniffed his face, "It's Daddy."

Shen Liuxiang stuck the little armpit, took it out of his arms, and put it on the cold floor, "I'm not your father."

Abu looked at him with round black eyes: "It's Daddy."

"no."

"That's right."

Shen Liu sounded out of anger: "How can you be so filthy and innocent!"

Everyone thought in unison: What is the innocence? Everyone saw it with their own eyes. They thought that stepping on two boats was the limit, but I didn't expect the fog to disperse.

Abu was stunned, and pouted in grievance.

He carefully looked at Shen Liusheng's face, and insisted in a low voice, "It's Daddy."

Why didn't Dad recognize him.

Abu blinked his big eyes, Bai Nen twisted his fingers together at a loss, and thought about it for a while, tears gradually filling his eyes.

Dad must not like him anymore.

wow~

Abu was about to let out a sad voice when a hand stretched out behind his back and took him captive.

The golden leaf on the top of his head was pinched by his slender fingers, and the boy's eyes were cold and he asked him in a low voice, "Who is your mother?"

Shen Liuxiang looked at his apprentice: "?!"

What does this mean? No mother! It has nothing to do with him!

Abu looked at Zhou Xuanlan for a while, frowned suspiciously, sniffed around his neck, and made a confused milky sound.

"Why do you smell like daddy, did you sleep together at night?"

"Wow-!"

The inside of the hall exploded directly.

"Sure enough, it's a dog boy! Uncle Ning is really blind!"

"Jianzong, how can you speak so ugly, our two disciples Qingling are in love, doing your shit!"

"It's a good match? Who is this ginseng baby called? I see that everyone has been deceived by Shen Liuliu."

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned and looked at Shen Liuxiang.

The latter stared at the back of Abu's head, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his ruthless claws.

"Tong Yan Wuji," Zhou Xuanlan couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, and immediately explained to Abu, "It was a scratch, and he helped me put the medicine."

Crowd: scratched? ? ?

How did you catch it?

A friend wondered if it was caught on the bed.

Abu clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Give me some medicine, daddy is so nice."

"Uncle," Zhou Xuanlan corrected and asked again, "Who is your mother?"

Abu wrinkled his face with a tangled look on his face.

He was dug out a big mountain by his father, and he dug out abruptly, where is his mother?

However, he couldn't let anyone know about it.

"Xiangxiang, my mother's name is Xiangxiang."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned and looked at the innocent boy beside him, "Who is Xiangxiang?"

Shen Liuxiang: "It's the flying snow in June."

With Ning Runxin's lessons learned, Shen Liuxiang really can't be sure that the ginseng doll in front of him has nothing to do with the original body.

If it's really a father...

Shen Liuxiang's eyes darkened, and the villain in his heart spit out old blood.

"Nonsense!" The leader of Ginseng Mountain shouted, blowing his beard and staring, "You are the fruit on the tree, where is the human race father!"

Shen Liuxiang looked happy, but couldn't be happy, Abu got into his arms when he saw the crack, and snorted proudly, "I am not the fruit of your ginseng mountain, I am from Daddy's family! I am not called Abu, my name is Shen Bubu!"

A gust of autumn wind blew past, rolling up a few fallen leaves in the heart.

He felt cold, cold.

Even know the surname, jumped into the Yellow River this time can not wash.

A figure flashed by, and someone in the hall finally couldn't sit still.

Ning Runxin squatted down, reached out and touched Shen Bubu's face, and then took out an East China Sea Pearl the size of a fist, the bright light almost blinded everyone's eyes.

"I'm Uncle Ning, this is for you to play with marbles."

Jianzongmen's eyes widened, and their expressions were like eating shit. You wake up a bit!

"Daddy said you can't accept other people's things," Shen Bubu said with a stern face.

Crowd: Well taught.

Shen Liuxiang: As soon as I heard it, he didn't teach it.

Ning Runxin didn't force it, and was about to withdraw his hand. Shen Bubu hurriedly stretched out two small hands and held Ye Mingzhu in his arms.

"Daddy said you can't take other people's things," he added after a pause.

"Unless you can't help it."

Crowd: …

Shen Liuxiang froze in his heart.

The leader of the ginseng team couldn't take it any longer, and came over angrily and dragged Shen Bubu away, "I'll talk about your father's affairs later, and give the gift according to the words of the ancestor."

Shen Bubu reluctantly plucked off the golden leaf on the top of his head, pouted and sullen, "I wanted to leave it to daddy, hate it!"

He handed a piece of gold leaf to the team leader grandpa, "Sprinkle it yourself, little gold powder, don't look for me recently, I want to be with daddy."

So in the second half of the dinner, a glutinous rice dumpling was stuck beside Shen Liuxiang.

Unable to bear it, he picked up Shen Bubu, who was being rubbed against him, and threw it to Zhou Xuanlan, "I remember something important for my teacher, so I must leave and take care of him for me."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, still thinking about where Shen Bubu came from, she turned her head when she heard the words, "I'm about to discuss the Tao, where is the master going?"

After the dinner is the highlight of the day. The Daoist Swordsman, who has entered the Mahayana realm, will discuss the scriptures on the Five Elements Round Altar. This is a rare opportunity. Even the sect masters of the immortal sects will listen humbly on the side.

Shen Liuliu, a young disciple, would be too arrogant if he wasn't there.

Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to follow the crowd, followed by a small tail that followed suit.

In the center of the huge round altar, a phantom was sitting cross-legged, with a faint white light scattered all over his body, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, only vaguely visible, it should be a handsome man.

It took several hours before the first half ended when Lun Dao was about to be ugly.

The phantoms in the altar dissipated, and whispers began to sound around, and many disciples looked solemn.

The disciples of all sects and sects sat together, and Qingling was in an excellent position, the closest to the Daoist Jianzhen among the disciples of all sects.

Ling Jinye frowned and thought for a moment, then turned to the person beside him for a moment: "Xuanlan, you said..."

"Shh-"

Ling Jinye was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that Shen Liuliu, who was sitting on the right side of Zhou Xuanlan, had his head slanted, resting on Zhou Xuanlan's shoulder, his eyelashes drooping, and he started to tremble slightly with his well-proportioned breath.

Shen Liuliu also put a small head on his knees, two golden leaves drooping softly, pouting slightly, and snoring half-open.

Ling Jinye was incredulous, and compared his mouth: "Are you all asleep?"

When the Mahayana cultivator was talking about the Tao, he fell asleep, this big and small is simply divine.

Zhou Xuanlan nodded and motioned for him to keep quiet, but the surroundings became noisy, and the buzzing conversation intensified.

The long white fingers hanging from the clothes moved slightly.

Shen Liuxiang frowned unconsciously, and was almost awakened by the surrounding sounds. Seeing this, Zhou Xuanlan stretched his slender fingers toward one of his ears.

Shen Liuxiang's ears were soaked in the night wind, it was particularly cold, and there was a warm breath covering him.

The white and soft earlobes touched Zhou Xuanlan's thumb inadvertently, and when he sensed the warmth, he unconsciously rubbed it with a hint of coldness at night.

It seemed very comfortable.

So that he showed a cute and charming attitude.

Zhou Xuanlan's fingertips were slightly tight, and her eyes darkened.

At this moment, a surprise shout came from the gathering place of Jianzongmen, "Brother Zhao!"

Everyone heard the news and looked.

A tall and straight young man with a black long sword on his back bowed to Lan Xiaosheng and said in a low voice, "Master, this disciple has returned from his training."

Lan Xiaosheng nodded: "It just so happens that your master is here to discuss the Tao, and you will listen to it with your master later."

Zhao Lin's eyes fell lightly to the side: "Senior brother."

Ye Bingran nodded slightly and didn't say much.

The disciples of Sword Sect around are not used to seeing it. If you look at it on the surface, you will definitely think that the two disciples of Sect Master Lan are not on good terms, but in fact, the two are as close as brothers.

Zhao Lin Xiao Ye Bing Ran was a few years old. After apprenticeship, Sect Master Lan had so many things to do and had little time to teach, so the burden fell on Ye Bing Ran, who was a senior brother.

For Zhao Lin, Ye Bingran is a brother and a teacher, and he is very respectful in his heart.

Not to mention, Shen Xianjun, who everyone in Jianzong got and killed, came to harass his senior brother over and over again, and the others did not dare to stop him because of his status as an immortal, so Zhao Lin showed up to drive away Lizong.

However, one of them is cold and the other is light, so they won't even say a few words when they meet.

"Uncle Master is out," Zhao Lin glanced at Ning Runxin and greeted, "Long time no see, Uncle Master,"

But Ning Shishu ignored him, or he didn't even notice that someone was talking to him, and his eyes kept falling on the Qingling people.

Zhao Lin followed his line of sight.

Into the eyes are two disciples who are a little close to each other, the foundation-building stage is leaning on the shoulders of the Jindan stage, and a small group is curled up next to it.

The picture is harmonious, yet a little weird.

Zhao Lin frowned. He didn't understand what Shishu wanted to look at. Fortunately, it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't need to care.

He was about to take back his gaze when the night wind suddenly picked up, blowing the blue silk that was half covering the face of the Foundation Establishment disciple for a moment, and a bland face instantly fell into his eyes.

Zhao Lin widened his eyes suddenly, his indifferent face showing a bit of surprise.

"Brother Chenxiang?"

He wanted to confirm, and immediately walked over quickly, Lan Xiaosheng called out behind him, but Zhao Lin ignored it.

Ye Bingran frowned: "What happened to junior brother?"

Sect Master Lan said, "Going in the direction of Qingling, let's take a look too."

As he was talking, he found that Ning Runxin had arrived first.

Jianzong's movement here quickly attracted the attention of others.

Everyone only saw Zhao Lin come to Qingling, put the long sword on his back, squatted down in front of the two disciples, and after taking a closer look at one of them, his normally calm face showed a bit of ecstasy, "Brother Chenxiang, how could you? In this way?!"

The Qingling disciples were collectively stunned.

After the disciples of the Sword Sect saw who Zhao Lin called his brother, they wanted to buy a piece of tofu and hit him to death.

Again, his mother is Shen Liuliu! !

Shen Liuxiang didn't move, Zhou Xuanlan covered his ears and applied sound insulation, at this time he was sleeping soundly in the silence.

I don't know anything about the outside world.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at Zhao Lin: "His name is Shen Liuliu."

The two had been in contact with each other when they were born in the sect, and they were both the best among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, so they were familiar with each other.

Zhao Lin said: "In my place, it is Chenxiang."

Zhou Xuanlan raised his brows, glanced at the little head resting on Shen Liuxiang's knee, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ye Bingran looked at the sleeping person, and couldn't help but sink his face.

The master said that he didn't do much comprehension, but instead leaned on the others and fell asleep. If it was a disciple in the sect, he would definitely reprimand it, but the people in Qingling would not be able to take care of him.

Ye Bingran said, "You know him?"

Zhao Lin said: "I told my senior brother that I once met a noble person, and it was him."

Ye Bingran frowned.

Zhao Lin mentioned that he came from a remote place in the countryside of Nanzhou. He had no relationship with Immortal Dao in his life. Fortunately, he met a nobleman when he was young.

The noble taught him a set of swordsmanship and helped him come to Jianzong.

When Zhao Lin participated in the trial of entering the sect, there was no spiritual power in his body, which was far from his peers. It was all due to the set of swordsmanship he used, so that the master could see that he had a talent for swordsmanship and accepted him as a disciple.

The whole process, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a step to the sky.

Ye Bingran never thought that the noble man whom the younger brother had been thinking about for a long time was the young man in front of him, and the one whom the uncle had been looking for for many years.

Although Zhao Lin couldn't wait to catch up, but seeing Shen Liuxiang resting, it was hard to disturb him.

He simply sat on the opposite side with his knees crossed, holding his chin and looking straight at him.

Ning Runxin also sat down and cast his eyes.

Zhou Xuanlan didn't say a word, only slightly picked up his fingertips, and plucked off a few strands of blue silk from Shen Liuxiang, covering most of his face.

So the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The disciples of Jianzong chose to play dead.

There are a lot of talents in the Sword Sect, but only a handful of them have made a name for themselves in the cultivation world. The last round was Ye Bingran and Ning Runxin, and this time it was the only Miao Zhao Lin.

Who would have thought that in the future, there are three people who will choose the sword sect, and now two of them are entangled with Shen Liuliu!

The disciples of the Sword Sect were ashes as death, and the only consolation was Ye Bingran, who had lived in the sect since childhood, had no nobles, and had no experience to meet a savior.

Only he can save others.

Although he rescued Shen Xianjun, a peach blossom that was rotten to the core, at least he was the one who was missed and could give them some comfort.

Compared with the complicated thoughts of the Sword Sect disciples, the Qingling disciples are much simpler.

Four words: shivering.

Being stared at by the Sect Master, Jian Zun, Ning Shishu, Zhao Shixiong, etc. in the Sword Sect, even if they were at the edge of their line of sight, cold sweat broke out.

Where have you seen this battle!

The person who caused this scene was slightly itchy from the hair on his face, moved his head lightly, rubbed his hair against the side of Zhou Xuanlan's neck, found a comfortable place, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Where have you seen him?" Ning Runxin asked.

"Nanzhou."

Ning Runxin: "Details."

"My nephew was born in a small country in Nanzhou. He was a wandering beggar. When he was eight years old, he was in danger and was rescued by a young man."

Zhao Lin's eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang's face through a curtain of blue silk, showing a bit of nostalgia.

The young man wore a green shirt and said his name was Chen Xiang.

At that time, Zhao Lin had never seen a cultivator, and he didn't know that this continent was so vast, and that there were cultivators like that. He only thought that Shen Liuxiang was a fairy in the book, so he called him a fairy brother.

This title amused the boy for a long time.

Laughing from day to night, after laughing, he taught him a set of swordsmanship for self-defense.

Although Zhao Lin was young at the time, he also realized that this person in front of him could change his fate. He remembered the fairy tale in the book that he came into the world and accepted his apprenticeship, so he begged the other party to accept him as his apprentice.

The young man in the green shirt refused without hesitation.

"What's good about being a master, you have to clean up the mess for your apprentice. If it's like a senior brother, it's a peace of mind. If it's like me, I'm afraid I want to fly away early."

Zhao Lin was confused, but he knew in his heart that this person was his only chance.

Fortunately, the young man was not in a hurry, and stayed there for a long time, looking at a distant mountain every day that covered the sky and the sun.

At night, Zhao Lin once asked him what he was looking at.

The young man fiddled with the bonfire again and again, the jumping firelight fell on his fair face, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "Tigers and leopards are hidden in the mountains, and unicorns are buried in the fields."

Zhao Lin was puzzled.

So he pointed to the distant mountain and explained: "The land of blessings must have good things in it."

Zhao Lin was used to killing people and stealing treasures, so he hurriedly said: "Then what if my brother doesn't hurry to grab it, what should I do if someone else grabs it."

The young man smiled, threw the dead branches into the fire, clapped his hands and stood up, "No hurry, the time has not come, it will take some time."

This wait is half a month.

During this period, the young man lay on an ancient tree all day long.

Pillowing his hands, he bent one leg and swayed gently, humming an unknown ditty in his mouth, mixed with the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves, making him feel at ease.

Zhao Lin does three things every day, practicing swordsmanship under the tree, finding wild fruit to fill his stomach, and picking the best fruit for the people on the tree.

half a month later.

The youth in the green shirt jumped down from the tree and said that it was time for an adventure and treasure hunt.

Zhao Lin's face was instantly pale, and he asked in a trembling voice if he could be accepted as a disciple.

He knew that this was the last chance, and if the teenager still said no, he would be completely desperate.

In the end, the teenage boy refused.

However, he did not rush to leave, but drew a magic circle on the ground and took out several magic instruments to place.

"Since you are talented in swordsmanship and have a firm mind, I will give you a ride,"

He took out hundreds of spirit stones, and opened his mouth while placing them along the lines in the array.

"Counting the time, Beilun Sword Sect is about to recruit new disciples. I will send you to Lunhua City directly with the magic array. Whether you can worship the Immortal Sect is your destiny."

Zhao Lin rekindled hope in despair.

He was standing in the array, and thousands of words fell on his lips, but he didn't say a word. He only stared at the people outside the array, and his voice was firmly imprinted in his heart.

The youth in the green shirt standing on the side of the road, resting his hands on the back of his neck, held a foxtail in his mouth, biting and playing.

The breeze brushed against his black hair, and the young man smiled.

"Goodbye by fate."

Zhao Lin woke up from his memory, staring at Shen Liuxiang's sleeping face, he couldn't help but wanted to touch, but he was stopped halfway.

Zhou Xuanlan's face was ugly, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "The reason why he rejected you as an apprentice for the last time will be repeated."

Zhao Lin withdrew his hand, and when he saw Zhou Xuanlan's expression was different, he repeated it again.

He remembered that the youth in the green shirt was biting the foxtail grass and pouted with disgust, "My apprentice is a trouble, and I hate trouble the most. It's impossible to accept an apprentice, absolutely impossible!"

"I, Chen Liu...cough, Chen Xiang will never accept apprentices in this life!"

Zhou Xuanlan's face was pale.

So everything makes sense, the master accepted him as a disciple, and he was extremely unhappy in his heart, so he didn't pay attention to him all those years.

It turns out that the master hates the apprentice.

So actually... Master hates him the most.

Zhou Xuanlan's mind was blank, his spiritual power was in chaos, and the sound insulation technique that covered Shen Liuxiang's ears disappeared instantly.

Shen Liuxiang was half asleep and half awake, and vaguely heard an unfamiliar voice talking, quite close to him, "Brother Chenxiang said that he hates apprentices the most, and it is impossible to accept apprentices in this life."

Agarwood?

What does it have to do with him?

Why are you saying this to him?

Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes suspiciously, and the surrounding eyes immediately swept over.