In the welcoming living room of the City Lord's Mansion, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Yesterday, Zheng Weiqi became a domineering president in seconds under the incantation, and actually forced Jiang Si, who was really domineering, to be speechless.
Later, He Zhizhou led the doctor to their side. Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi had not yet passed the mantra. He patted the hand he stretched out, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I allow you to touch him, eh? This hand is yours. Chop or me?"
The doctor was silent for a moment with a frightened expression, and whispered in his ear, "How long has her symptoms... lasted?"
In short, Zheng Weiqi was finally carried away by Wu Hua, and the farce finally came to an end.
After she woke up, she vowed to never see Jiang Si again, but today the head of the sect, Tian Xianzi and Zhenxiao Jianzun came together, and even if she was reluctant, she had to go to the living room to meet them.
"Thanks to a few young heroes this time, the city of Garan was saved from danger."
Aside from his private remarks, Jiang Si was still on the bright side.
Wearing a wide black robe outlines the calm and indifferent aura of the whole body, the light fur is gentle, the jade tree branches, and the voice is also mellow like wine, with the unique dignity of the children of aristocratic families: "Jiang is very grateful."
Ji Yunkai, the head of the sect who still maintained the appearance of a child, smiled lightly. Because he was not tall enough, he was lying on the table and tried to reach forward with his hands, trying to reach a teapot: "Young City Lord, you don't need to say thank you. The duty of a disciple of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, let alone the matter of the Demon Lord is of great importance, and must not be taken lightly."
Zhen Xiao, who was sitting beside him, gave a faint glance, and calmly moved the teapot closer to Ji Yunkai: "That's right. The young city master doesn't know anything. After the battle between the immortals and the demons, although the demons suffered heavy losses and disappeared, there are still Yu Nie is trying to make a comeback, attracting people from all walks of life. Recently, the demonic energy has appeared from time to time in various places. If Xuan Ye is let go, I am afraid it will be a bloody storm. "
"Galan has fallen for three hundred years, and the monsters in the city are like frogs at the bottom of a well."
Jiang Si sighed and said, "Presumably the immortals and demons fought, and the righteous path also suffered heavy losses."
Zheng Weiqi murmured quietly, "You also know that you are an old antique."
She deliberately kept her voice low, but Jiang Si gave her a very indifferent glance. The elder sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect was never willing to be left behind, so she widened her eyes and stared back aggressively.
"Isn't it?"
Tian Xianzi held back a rare smile and drank tea into his stomach: "There used to be three great masters in kendo, but Sect Master He has become what he is now; Wen Hemian has lost his cultivation and is hiding in a secluded valley and is unwilling to come out; as for Wan Jianzong That one... is even more annihilated, not even the corpse capital remains."
"Okay, okay, today's young disciples have finally made great contributions, why do we old antiques keep hurting spring and autumn?"
Ji Yunkai smiled brightly, although his voice was childlike, but every word revealed an indescribable sense of oppression: "I heard that Pei Ji severely injured the Demon Lord, how is the child's condition?"
Ning Ning replied softly: "I have woken up and I am recuperating in the hospital."
"The great victory this time is due to Elder Meng Qing."
Tian Xianzi offered a cup of tea to the white-haired old man sitting beside him: "I have been dormant beside Xuan Ye for many years, painstakingly trying to save the city of Jialan from danger, I really admire him."
Meng Qing shook his head and said, "The Meng family has been loyal to the city of Jialan for generations, and I can't let the ancestors and sects be ashamed. Thanks to the arrangement set up by the young city lord, the city of Jialan will not be destroyed by the hands of the devil."
His tone was humble, and he couldn't hear much ups and downs, but Meng Jiaqi, who was sitting beside Meng Qing, had a sour nose and took a light breath.
Lurking by Xuan Ye's side not only meant that he might be killed by that moody devil at any time, but he also had to endure the disgust and abuse from the demon clan in the city.
At first, she thought that her father betrayed Garan, and she was so angry that she scolded and bluntly cut off the relationship between father and daughter.
This game has lasted for more than 300 years, and everyone has paid a lot.
"I have a clear conscience. The only thing I can't help is this daughter at home."
Meng Qing said with a long sigh: "I have suffered a lot in this good season, but I can't accompany me nearby."
Ji Yun said with a smile: "The battle with Xuan Ye has made Qianjin and this young master Qin also meritorious. The daughter is so profound and righteous, Elder Meng should be happy."
Qin Chuan, who was called out inexplicably, was dazed, raised his head in a daze, and the rough face covered with flesh was full of naive confusion.
He just stared blankly for a while, not knowing what he remembered, and seemed to be a little interested: "Are you all elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect? I wonder if Jianzun Zhenxiao is also among them?"
Oh, is this still a small fan.
Tian Xianzi smiled and glanced at his senior brother without a trace.
Zhen Xiao has a cold temperament, but every time he meets a junior who admires him, a lavishly praised rainbow fart often makes the cold-hearted and dignified Sword Master's cheeks redden, making him feel embarrassed like never before.
As a relative, junior and senior, of course he wanted to take the opportunity to make fun of him.
"It's a pity, Jianzun Zhenxiao is busy with business and can't come today."
Tian Xianzi narrowed his eyes, like a fox with evil intentions: "Why, do you really want to see him?"
The tall middle-aged strong man not far away was stunned for a moment, and then nodded desperately: "I want to see the long dragon of Jianzun Zhenxiao!"
The sip of water that Zheng Weiqi just drank spurted out.
She had a faint feeling that she might not have Half-Life today.
"Long, long dragon?"
Tian Xianzi never expected to hear such a word, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "This 'long dragon' you said, what is it?"
However, Qin Chuan was serious, and Tian Xianzi was the one who had a bad heart. However, the former continued to speak honestly, and even Ji Yunkai almost spat out a sip of tea.
Without thinking about it, Qin Chuan blurted out, "It's the one he often uses to stab female disciples."
What a tiger's word.
The whole room was stunned, Meng Jiaqi covered his face with his hands expressionlessly, Ning Ning and He Zhizhou looked at each other, unable to love each other.
The culprit, Zheng Weiqi, smiled bitterly, her eyes full of vicissitudes: "Haha, what is Qin Chuan talking about? Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji. Chuaner, stop talking, let's drink tea."
Who knew that Zhen Xiao had a gloomy face and pressed hard step by step: "No, continue - how could Jian Zun Zhen Xiao stab a female disciple for no reason?"
"I don't know that."
How could Qin Chuan understand the love and love in the book, and frowned a little in distress: "But Jianzun Zhenxiao is very powerful! When I read the book, it said that he drives the long dragon, nine shallow and one deep." The ice and fire are double, causing the female disciple to pant again and again. It sounds like a very powerful swordsmanship!"
After a pause, he hesitated: "It's just that every time the female disciple who practiced swords with him is so pitiful, she always gets pierced by a long dragon, and the pain is so painful that she doesn't have the strength, she keeps begging for mercy and he doesn't listen. Jianxiu practices swords. Are you so ruthless when you are?"
Tian Xianzi couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth twitched into a crazy upward arc.
Zhen Xiao seemed to understand something, and smiled coldly: "Oh? What else do you know about Zhen Xiao Jianzun?"
"You adore him too?"
Qin Chuan grinned innocently and smiled innocently: "I've read the book, and I know him very well—I also know the mantra of Jianzun Zhenxiao!"
Mouth, head, Zen.
Zheng Weiqi's expression management was out of control, her whole face was like a crumpled dough, messy and pale.
No! Qin - Chuan!
Until many years later, Qin Chuan could not forget the scene in the welcoming living room of the City Lord's Mansion that day.
The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect were all hesitant to say anything, and the little apprentices on the other side covered their eyes and ears, neither listening nor watching, the atmosphere was solemn and sad, like a funeral.
And the middle-aged man at the center of the storm lightly opened his lips, imitating the evil and stern look of the male protagonist in the storybook, and roaringly said the line that had been treasured in his heart for a long time in a flesh-like tone—
"Let you know now if I'm a man! Uh, hoo!"
That inexplicable growl is definitely the essence.
He will always remember that every time the swordsmanship is finished, it will end with a low roar from the Sword Master Zhenxiao. How domineering, how bloody, how masculine.
This is the calling of the heart, the giving of love.
The whole room was silent, and I didn't know who was laughing out loud.
Qin Chuan didn't notice everyone's increasingly dark faces, and he said, "If you want to know the specific content, you can ask Sister Zheng to borrow a book to read. She is very generous."
Dangerous, Zheng Weiqi, dangerous.
Zhen Xiao looked indifferent, and when he moved his fingertips, Zheng Weiqi's storage bag flew straight into his hands. However, with a slight shake, several goose-yellow-bound books fell out of it.
"Bloodthirsty and Dangerous Love: Elder Tianxian's Crazy Pet", "The Adorable Baby Strikes: The Sect Leader Is Too Difficult to Deal With", "The Tathagata and the King: My Mother and Little Master Mingkong's Two or Three Things".
One is more irritating than the other, and the other one destroys the three views.
Especially the last book "Two or Three Things About My Mother and Little Master Mingkong", just reading the title of the book makes me feel maddened, and even the Buddha will cry when he reads it.
Zhen Xiao was expressionless and picked up the last book that fell to the ground.
I saw a line of words written carelessly on the cover.
"After being proposed by Jianzun Zhenxiao and Elder Tianxian at the same time".
An introduction follows:
[He, bloodthirsty and ruthless, with peerless elegance, held her in the corner: "Woman, I don't mind playing a forbidden game with you."
He was indulgent and handsome, but he held her hand with red eyes: "Three thousand weak water, just take one scoop."
When she meets him and him, she is destined to have nowhere to escape in the whirlpool of love.
The world is tired, the tears have been smashed, who becomes who's calamity, who's who's fate. She laughed softly, children make choices, I want to eat brother rice bowl! ]
God he ○ brother rice bowl.
Zhen Xiao: "Huh."
This guy never laughed.
The laughter at this moment is very clear, like a sudden burst of sound. In the words of the book, it is six points of cruelty and three points of banter, and ten percent of murderous intent.
All in all, laughing out the feeling of murder, or the kind of dismemberment.
Zheng Weiqi knew that something was wrong, she wanted to struggle to say, "Master, listen to my explanation."
Nai He was in a hurry and blurted out the truth: "Master, listen to my sophistry!"
As far as death is concerned, she has always been able to.
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into a rather quiet silence, which made the child's precarious situation even worse.
- As the saying goes, it is often the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
He never thought that Zheng Weiqi didn't believe in this evil, so she brought an elephant and smashed it directly on the camel.
Where there is still a half way to live, it will be gone immediately.
He Zhizhou was silent for a while, and lowered his voice with a sad face: "Elder Sister, remember to keep smiling, so that you won't have too much resentment when you die."
Ning Ning was heartbroken and covered her face with her hands: "Senior sister, don't be afraid, we have a deep friendship with you, we will help you."
Still Ningning is reliable!
Zheng Weiqi was just about to listen to her plan, but a little girl whispered in her ear: "Do you want ingots or paper money? You're welcome, it's the last time to give you something anyway."
… Teammate pigs, shut up!
Tian Xianzi held back his laughter and sighed: "Senior brother."
Zheng Weiqi is worthy of being the longest direct apprentice with him, her eyes darkened, and she blurted out the next sentence: "Don't beat the child to death, just barely survive."
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The welcoming living room over there is jumping with chickens and dogs, and the medical hall looks much cleaner.
There were many demon clans in Jialan City who had just woken up, and the doctor girl and the husband were rushing back and forth in each house without stopping, leaving only Pei Ji on the bed alone in the medical hall.
He either read books or practiced swords on weekdays, and he didn't seem to have any other pastimes.
Now that I have nothing to do, after taking a rough look at the medical center, I set my eyes on "365 Days of Sword Sovereign Me and Zhenxiao" that Ning Ning had left behind.
I heard them mention this book before, and Pei Ji heard it in a fog. He only felt that the lines were weird and the characters were completely inconsistent with Zhenxiao Jianzun. As for the swordsmanship mentioned in it—
By the way, he has to ask Master for advice when he is free, and then discuss with Senior Sister according to the agreement.
Thinking of Ning Ning, the already quiet heart became a little more restless for no reason, as if there was an invisible and intangible flame burning unscrupulously in my heart.
Pei Ji couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, and frowned silently.
He had nothing to do, and was very curious about the "rain and wind blowing swordsmanship", so he put a fruit-flavored candy in his mouth, endured the pain and stood up, intending to pick up a book from the wooden table and read it.
"Stop stop stop! Don't go over!"
For some unknown reason, Chengying, who was originally quiet, suddenly screamed, and seemed to realize that her reaction was too intense, she smiled awkwardly after a light cough: "Well, your wound hasn't healed yet, You can't move around. That book can be read anytime in the future, so why bother for a while—hey! Pei Ji, you stinky boy! Why are you disobedient!"
Pei Ji ignored it, walked straight to the wooden table, took the book and sat back on the bed.
Chengying was as quiet as a chicken.
At the end, he spoke without warning, like a dying fish jumping around in his final struggle: "This is an ordinary female Xianghuan, what's so good about it? Do you still have feelings of grudge against the elders? Interested? Don't watch it, it's a waste of time to watch it."
Pei Ji had a strong rebellious mind since childhood, Chengying kept persuading him not to read it, but he decided to open the book to find out.
The young man's slender and fair knuckles landed on the cold sheet of paper, and gently opened the first page.
The long drooping eyelashes shook off a silent shadow, and Pei Ji looked blankly, his eyes becoming darker and darker.
- The plot in this book, no matter how you look at it, is not right.