Shen Qingqiu was silent for a long time before he threw the post into Ming Fan's arms and asked him to go down and put it away.
Ming Fan glanced at Shizun's face, and it was not very good. He thought that after that stinky boy Luo Binghe went down the mountain, Shizun was very picky about the food in the kitchen. ?"
Luo Binghe got the guidance of the dream demon every day in the dream, and progressed rapidly. Shen Qingqiu has long been able to act on his own, and Shen Qingqiu often sends him some trivial matters within the Cangqiongshan faction to deal with. When he grows up a little bit, the tasks of going down the mountain to eliminate demons and helping others are also thrown to him. Lest he dangling around him every day. Although he was served comfortably, this child didn't know if he was slanted or what, and he was too clingy to him... Shen Qingqiu would often reflect on whether it was because he petted him a little too much. If it goes on like this, he is really afraid that when the time comes, he will not be able to be ruthless and smack him into the endless abyss.
Shen Qingqiu really lost his appetite and waved his hand: "No need. You go down."
Ming Fan didn't dare to say more, and went on honestly. Tears welled up in my heart, this kid Luo Binghe has completely become Shizun's heart in the past few years, and no one else can make Shizun drink porridge!
Of course, he didn't consider the problem of cooking skills.
After a while, footsteps approached again.
Shen Qingqiu said: "Didn't you say no?"
A young man's voice was slightly aggrieved: "This disciple has traveled thousands of miles back from other continents, and the master doesn't even look at it, should he refuse it?"
This voice was gentle and clear, without losing the vitality of a young man. When Shen Qingqiu heard it, he almost fell to the ground with his chair. He turned back sharply.
The seventeen-year-old boy was tall and tall, dressed in a white shirt, with a smile on the corners of his lips, and he was staring at him with glittering eyes.
He was carrying a sword "Zhengyang" from Wanjianfeng on his back. The name of Immortal Sword matched Luo Binghe's temperament at this time. The aura of the sword's body implies that although this is also an extremely good sword, when Luo Binghe was pulled out of the rock wall, it attracted the exclamations and admiration of many fellow students, but compared to the sword that really belonged to Luo Binghe, Not a class at all.
Shen Qingqiu calmed down and said with a smile, "Why did you come back so quickly this time?"
Luo Binghe sat down on the seat next to him, poured a cup of tea steadily, and pushed it to Shen Qingqiu's hand: "It's not a troublesome calamity, and I miss Master so badly, so I came back non-stop."
These words sounded a bit slick, but Luo Binghe, as the male protagonist, always had the ability to speak with sincerity and tenderness no matter how slick his words were. For this, Shen Qingqiu... very useful!
Shen Qingqiu picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. The good Snow Mountain Tea, but didn't taste it, said: "The Xianmeng Conference is about to begin."
Luo Binghe knew about this for a long time, and asked, "Do you want the disciple to prepare a list of Qingjing Peak's participating disciples and pass it to the master for review?"
Over the years, these chores, big or small, Shen Qingqiu had all left to Luo Binghe to deal with. Anyway, Luo Binghe is so well-behaved, obedient and easy to use, and he is thoughtful and meticulous in his work. Shen Qingqiu can't think of any reason why he has to do it himself... Before making the final decision, Luo Binghe will always consciously ask Shen Qingqiu to take a look at it to see if there is anything wrong. Safe. Shen Qingqiu always wanted to say, in fact, you don't need to check me again, really, your ability to do things is much better than mine!
Shen Qingqiu said: "After you have prepared it, you can report it directly to the Sect Master."
Luo Binghe nodded, and wanted to say something, but suddenly had a strange feeling.
Today's Shen Qingqiu seemed to pay special attention to him, and couldn't help laughing: "Why does the master keep looking at me? Could it be that the disciple has been down the mountain for so many days, and the master also misses his disciple?"
Shen Qingqiu said indifferently: "I raised it, but you are not allowed to watch it?"
Luo Binghe said with a smile, "Naturally. Is it pleasing to the eyes of Master?"
Shen Qingqiu hehe.
After a moment of silence, he considered his words and asked, "Glacier."
Luo Binghe also noticed that Shen Qingqiu seemed to be unusual, because he wanted to say something important, and said sternly, "Yes?"
Shen Qingqiu stared into his eyes and said, "Do you want to become stronger? So strong that no one in the world dares to compete?"
Luo Binghe had the answer to this question a long time ago.
He sat upright, without hesitation, looked straight back: "Yes!"
Seeing that he answered so decisively, Shen Qingqiu let out a sigh of relief. Pushing closer, he asked, "If before that, you have to suffer a lot of pain, go through countless hardships, and your body and mind are on the verge of collapse, you also want to be a supreme powerhouse?"
Luo Binghe said slowly: "Binghe is not afraid of suffering and suffering, but I hope I can be strong enough to protect my important personnel!"
Shen Qingqiu got this answer, and finally felt a little more balanced in his heart.
Yes. Luo Binghe, in order to protect the 3,000 harem beauties that you will embrace like flowers and jade in the future, you must become stronger!
Although he still couldn't bear it in his heart, he could think that this was the process of breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly that the protagonist had to go through. Shen Qingqiu had to adjust his mentality and prepare himself for the imminent act of annihilating humanity.
Three days later, the list of disciples from each of the twelve peaks of Cangqiong Mountain was prepared and they all went to the conference.
The venue for this Immortal Alliance Conference is a mountain range with complex terrain and undulating stretches for several kilometers, called Jedi Valley.
Famous people hold their own identities, and will never go to the Immortal League Conference again to compete with the younger generation for limelight. No need or disdain. Therefore, none of the twelve peak masters and masters and uncles will sign up, but each lineage can select up to ten disciples to participate in the meeting. Since there are so many upper limits, the more the better. Therefore, in the end, the equipment was well-equipped and set off for the Jedi Valley, and there were actually a hundred or so people. So many people Feitian Yujian are too high-profile, so they are still car dealers. One, actually riding a car all day long!
Most people choose to ride horses, heroic and valiant. However, Shen Qingqiu was not good at riding and didn't want to break his neck, and secondly, he didn't feel comfortable outside, so he got into the carriage in front of everyone's eyes.
There was already a first-come-first-comer in the carriage, and as soon as he saw his folding fan lift the curtain and get in, he scorned: "A big man, also grab a place with me!"
This woman has beautiful brows and buns, her breasts are towering, and she is Qi Qingqi, the owner of Xianshu Peak.
The original Qi Qingqi and Shen Qingqiu had no friendship, nor did they deal very much. But in the past few years, Shen Qingqiu has occasionally worked with her, liked her outspoken, quick-witted, and got along pretty well. Shen Qingqiu used a folding fan to drive her to make room, and said calmly, "I'm a patient,"
Qi Qingqi made room for him, but he was still unforgiving: "Pamper yourself! How dare you look like a golden elixir with your energy! Do you need someone to serve you for snacks later?"
Shen Qingqiu said: "That's right. You reminded me." As he spoke, the fan handle knocked on the carriage arm.
After a while, Che Lianzi was lifted up, Luo Binghe asked with a smile, "Master, snacks, water, or backache?"
He rode on a sturdy high-headed horse. The white horse is in high spirits, the young man is handsome and extraordinary, and the sun shines brightly.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Your uncle Qi wants to eat snacks."
Luo Binghe immediately took out the delicately wrapped dim sum from his arms and served it. It seems to have been prepared. He said, "Master still instructed you to call me." Only then did the curtain drop.
Liu Qingge rode his horse past and snorted loudly.
Shen Qingqiu said, "That's natural." He lowered his head and opened the paper package, "Dragon Beard Crisp. Not bad." He then handed the dessert to Qi Qingqi: "What to eat?"
… Qi Qingqi could not describe the feeling at this time.
She felt that this feeling was probably resentful, that such a caring and spiritual apprentice was actually taught by Shen Qingqiu.
In fact, she just didn't know that there was a word to describe this feeling called "blind dog's eyes".
Qi Qingqi didn't look at Shen Qingqiu, who had eaten dragon beard cake, and was still struggling, "Even Mingyan rides a horse!"
As long as it can make Shen Qingqiu feel a little bit ashamed, it is victory!
Shen Qingqiu had nothing to do, and looked outside. Sure enough, Liu Mingyan had a veil on his face, carrying a "water-colored" sword, sitting on the horse, the breeze was blowing, the gauze was floating, and he looked like a fairy.
This picture is so pleasing to the eye.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help looking at it for a while longer, and sighed, "It's really beautiful."
Qi Qingqi slapped him. "Don't covet my beloved disciple!"
These two sentences were heard by the nearby Luo Binghe. His face turned black.
But Shen Qingqiu didn't pay any attention to his face. I just looked this way while eating snacks. He is a kind of mentality that eats popcorn and drinks Coke before the movie opens and waits for the end of the commercial to start. That was Liu Mingyan, how could it be possible that the male and female protagonists couldn't spark off on the same occasion!
When Luo Binghe saw that Shizun had been staring at Liu Mingyan, his heart was filled to the limit.
"Beautiful"? Clearly not showing his face! No matter how beautiful, can I look as good as me
Luo Binghe really wasn't narcissistic, he just always knew exactly how he looked. Neither complacent nor deliberately demeaning.
For a long time, I didn't see Shen Qingqiu withdrawing his gaze, Luo Binghe couldn't help it. He slightly urged the whip, the white horse stepped forward quickly, and walked side by side with Liu Mingyan. Luo Binghe smiled and greeted, "Junior Sister Liu."
Liu Mingyan was stunned for a moment, nodded lightly, and bowed back, "Senior Brother Luo."
oh oh oh! oh oh oh! here we go!
Shen Qingqiu couldn't have imagined that there would be a day when he actually saw with his own eyes the pictures of the stunningly handsome men and women riding in the bridles in the book, and he was secretly excited.
Luo Binghe glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Shen Qingqiu not only did not look away, but stared at him even more enthusiastically, a black line flashed, his heart tickled and his teeth tickled. The horses that accompanied the two went faster and faster, and finally reached the point where Shen Qingqiu couldn't see it without sticking his upper body out of the carriage, and Shen Qingqiu had to sit back in disappointment.
Damn, how can I forget, there will never be light bulbs and obstructing onlookers when the hero and heroine are kissing me. =