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Ji Qianhe's extraordinary enthusiasm and unusual love for wine, An Chengde couldn't help but recall the question asked by the real person who asked himself about winemaking, combined with the current situation, An Chengde deeply had a feeling of being tricked by others.

"Then we're going to make wine now, okay?" Ji Qianhe still looked at An Chengde with starry eyes, expecting his affirmative answer.

"This can't be done, the matter hasn't been dealt with yet, we can't leave if we want to!" An Chengde pointed to the documents on the desk and said with some dejection.

"What a broken thing, look at me and light them all with a fire!" Ji Qianhe made a gesture to take the candle flame, which scared An Chengde's soul and blocked him, "Sister, what kind of place are you supposed to be, burn so many records and documents in the torture hall, and still not be kicked out?"

"Seems like that...... Then you deal with it quickly!" Ji Qianhe's next words made An Chengde want to vomit blood, but in the end, An Chengde handled the documents by himself?

An Chengde, who has served as the administrator of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two years, is already a veteran of this kind of affairs in documents, but no matter how strong his ability is, he has to look at the amount of it, and he has piled up such a thick mountain of paper, which is enough for An Chengde to deal with it for a night.

The light of dawn obliquely reflected in the front yard of the torture hall, so far, no disciples have entered this main hall, this phenomenon, An Chengde has heard of it for a long time, some of the tasks in the torture hall are alone outside the field service hall, they are more dangerous and tricky, so usually the disciples will sleep outside after receiving the task, and it is normal to not return for a few days.

Ji Qianhe had already fallen asleep, lying on a small bed made of documents, no matter how she jumped out when she was awake, she couldn't change her cute little face when she was asleep.

It took so long to sort out the copywriting of the torture hall for nearly two months, An Chengde simply came to a conclusion that the tasks taken by the torture hall were all to motivate the growth of disciples, and in the process, there were injuries and even deaths, but the overall strength of the torture hall surpassed the other five halls, and in a cruel way to inspire the disciples to grow further, in the law of the jungle and sea world, so that they would not be thrown too far by the disciples of other sects, and when they left the academy, they could have the strength to keep themselves.

An Chengde roughly calculated, even if the sect used such a method, it did not cultivate the second Yan Wusheng, the first is the gap in talent, the second is that the practice of Yan Wusheng is the punishment hall does not pass on the secrets, the two points are added together, the disciples are beyond the reach of the dust; 。

"This old fox!" An Chengde carefully took stock of his situation, and suddenly muttered unhappily in his heart.

"What do you want?" Ji Qianhe's pretty face was only a stone's throw away from An Chengde, and at such a close distance, even the body fragrance could be smelled.

"......" An Chengde was so frightened that he took three steps back before standing firmly, he had just worked on the documents all night, and suddenly felt a little kidney deficiency, "I was wondering when we could go out to eat in the morning!"

"Hmm, you've done it, it's amazing!" Ji Qianhe counted the accounts on the subtotal summed up by An Chengde, which was to be handed over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but it also needed the signature of the Minister of Criminal Affairs.

"Let's go eat first. An Chengde felt a little superior in the face of Ji Qianhe's appreciation, straightened his waist and said to Ji Qianhe.

"Okay!" Ji Qianhe and An Chengde went out together, and they didn't know when the ban was lifted, and they didn't pay attention.

It's just that in the back, Ji Qianhe said like a lark:

"What did you have to eat this morning?"

"How do I get to Baihuatang, I want to go and see what Senior Sister looks like?"

"Huh...... That's right, you said you were going to help me make wine, don't forget, I have a good memory!"

"And what's more! How can the good wine that I wrote down in the book yesterday be used as bone-setting wine? I'm going to reason with those senior brothers!"

"Also, do you know where you can take a bath in the sect? I didn't take a bath this day, and I felt uncomfortable......

An Chengde has a black line, this girl is really possessed by the princess, she is not idle at all, An Chengde, who has always been quiet in the past two years, can't stand such a torment at all.

"Uh-huh...... Ah! yes! Yes!Yes!" An Chengde said perfunctorily, Ji Qianhe came up with a play, and An Chengde didn't want to think about what her words meant, because the final conclusion was only boring.

The place where the sect eats is created by the Internal Affairs Office, and it is not crowded in the morning, but the huge hall is also full of disciples from each hall......

"An Chengde?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, An Chengde turned around and saw that it was the eldest disciple of the Field Service Hall, Zhao Wuqiu, and immediately greeted him: "Senior Brother Wuqiu, morning!"

"Hmm!" Zhao Wuqiu smiled kindly, compared to Yan Wusheng, Zhao Wuqiu was a little better to speak, "I heard that you joined the torture hall, and you are still hand-picked by the sect, amazing!"

In the face of his senior brother's praise, An Chengde was ashamed, but Ji Qianhe on the side said proudly: "Senior brother, don't envy us, we are just a little more talented than you, hehe......"

Zhao Wuqiu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a dumb smile: "This little junior sister is very cute, she is Ji Qianhe, right?" I didn't expect the torture hall to accept new disciples, and one of them is a girl." ”

"What do you mean?" An Chengde and Ji Qianhe were puzzled.

"There have been no new disciples in the torture hall for nearly five years, and your special treatment this time has made countless disciples in the sect feel dissatisfied, but because of the face of the sect, they won't know what to do to you!" Zhao Wuqiu said.

"Why, why do they look at us like this when we join the torture hall, we all have something extraordinary!" Ji Qianhe exclaimed unhappily.

This small and small voice attracted countless onlookers, and everyone looked at the two children with envy and jealousy, and they didn't say anything, but this feeling of discrimination made people uncomfortable.

"Haha, good morning, senior brothers and sisters!" An Chengde said to everyone with a smile on his face, but no one paid attention to him, in their eyes, although he had the title of a little prodigy, he was just a scholar who watched the scene.

"It's all gone, and the junior brothers and sisters are angry, and your stomach is just like that!" After Zhao Wuqiu saw this embarrassing scene, he stood up and pointed at this group of juniors and scolded, and no one dared to violate the identity of the big disciples of the Field Service Hall, so they all dispersed.

"Hmph! a group of cowards, wait a few days, they will look good!" Ji Qianhe shrank his little head behind An Chengde's back, and stretched out a little cold snort at this time.

"What do you still say! It's not all your fault, if you don't say a few words, you will suffocate to death!" An Chengde couldn't bear to scratch Ji Qianhe's hair, in exchange for a burst of dissatisfied shouting, "What I said is the truth, there are people in this academy who are congenitally perfect, they are not as good as us at all compared to talent!"

"Da ......" Suddenly there was the soft sound of countless chopsticks landing in the quiet lobby, and even Zhao Wuqiu looked at An Chengde with a helpless face in shock.

What is the concept of innate perfection, when others are still prostrate how to get started with qi cultivation, they can already form a Dan.

The news of "Gollum ......" made Zhao Wuqiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva!

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