"Thinking about it for a while?"

Emperor Que repeated Changsheng's words in a low voice, and then he lowered his eyes to look at Changsheng for a moment, and finally laughed meaninglessly.

"It doesn't hurt to do that. ”

"When you figure it out, just call my name. ”

"At that time, wherever you are, I will come and pick you up. ”

Why did Emperor Que suddenly become so considerate?

Changsheng glanced up at Emperor Que in surprise. But at this time, Di Que was leaning over to take back the tea cup that had been handed to him earlier, so that he couldn't see the expression on Di Que's face at all.

The only thing he could see was the act of Emperor Que taking the teacup and turning his back to take it back into the spatial ring along with the teatray on the table.

Seeing this, Changsheng couldn't care about figuring out Di Que's thoughts, anyway, this man has always been moody.

What he wanted to know more now was that after Emperor Que put away the tea tray, was it time to leave next?

Obviously, Changsheng guessed very correctly.

After Di Que finished collecting things, he directly raised his hand to cut the space. Through the deep cracks in the space, you can faintly see a splendid palace and the luxurious dragon chair located on the high place of the palace.

"Please take this piano back as well. ”

"I think...... When I worship you as a teacher, it will not be too late for you to give it to me. ”

A second before Emperor Que stepped into the spatial crack, Changsheng seized the opportunity to quickly untie the qin he was carrying, and then held the piano case firmly with both hands and said to Emperor Que who was about to leave.

That being said, in fact, after this piano was returned, Changsheng never thought about getting it back at all.

Because he knew very well in his heart that if there was no accident, it would be impossible for him to really worship Emperor Que as a teacher in his life.

Hearing this, Emperor Que suddenly stopped.

He then turned around, but did not take the case, but quietly watched the immortal who bowed his head and offered the case.

After half a ring, the voice of the emperor that was wrapped in a cold heart slowly sounded in the pavilion:

"If you give it back to me today......

"Tomorrow, the timber for making the harp will appear on the board of your coffin. ”

Changsheng's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this, and he instantly withdrew his hand neatly, and carried the extremely valuable piano case back on his back.

To be honest, since he crossed over, he had really never heard of such a pure and unpretentious threat as Emperor Que.

The scary thing is that this threat works damn for him.

Emperor Que had already turned around and left when Changsheng picked up the piano case. Changsheng looked at the pavilion that suddenly emptied, and the nerves that had been tense for so long finally relaxed a little.

He sat down in his chair and closed his eyes slightly, then raised his right hand and pressed it against his aching forehead. After pressing it for a long time, he gradually slowed down and leaned back in the chair behind him.

There's so much going on today, and every single one of them is thrilling.

It was only at this moment that he had time to slowly sort out his experiences for the day.

First of all, he received a message bombardment from Huo Shangming early in the morning, and knew that Emperor Que openly said that he wanted to bless "Changsheng"; then he went to participate in the Zongmen Competition, and met a large number of opponents named "Changsheng" on the Great Competition; finally, he received a message and token from Emperor Que, and only then did he find out that the person who Emperor Que wanted to protect was himself.

Changsheng felt that the above themes were rich enough, rich enough to write a story with twists and turns in the plot, but he found that the reality was far more twists and turns than he imagined.

He just refused Bo Qing's request to let him withdraw from the competition, and then followed the general to choose a sword from another plane, who would have thought that in the process of choosing a sword, he almost lost his life?

And that's not even the most. The most ridiculous thing is that because of this, he was accidentally involved in the illusion of an immortal emperor, and the immortal emperor with outstanding strength fell off his horse defenselessly in the illusion!

That's right, that Immortal Emperor is none other than the Immortal Emperor who has spread his fierce reputation throughout the entire Three Thousand Worlds!

He suppressed the anger of being blinded by the general's amnesia, and finally fought with his life to wake people up from the illusion, but before he could catch his breath, he was pulled out to cross the thunderstorm of the immortal realm.

If he hadn't been able to protect him, he would have been wiped out under those ninety-nine thunderbolts.

Changsheng thought that this time should be over, right?, and then he realized that he was still too naïve, because it was clearly not over yet.

The moment he returned to Xiaoqian World, the Immortal Emperor Emperor Que, who was no less famous than the general, came to the island, and in a few words, he broke his plan, and even said that he wanted to accept him as an apprentice.

Changsheng, who quietly recalled all this, didn't want to open his eyes, and at that moment, his heart was really indescribable.

He felt that his day might be more wonderful than someone else's life.

"It's really bad luck and bad fate...... Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, and then began to use his spiritual power to probe the injuries in his body.

He had been too nonsense in the illusion before, and although the general had already helped him roughly treat him before crossing the Thunder Tribulation, there were still a lot of dark wounds left in his meridians after all, and he needed to repair and recuperate for a while.

But Changsheng doesn't have that much time. Because he still has to participate in the sect competition tomorrow, he can only grasp every minute tonight, and how much he can recover.

"What's the situation?" However, when Changsheng carefully examined the injuries in his body, instead of calming down and healing them immediately, he opened his eyes in surprise and muttered to himself.

He's so abnormal, not because he's hurt too badly. On the contrary, Changsheng found out that his secret injuries were all healed?!

"That cup of tea......" Changsheng sat in place and pondered for a moment, finally thinking of the source that might have caused all this.

Emperor Que had handed him a cup of tea before, and Changsheng was full of thoughts and delicate moods at that time, so he didn't care much about the taste of tea.

Looking back now, the tea fragrance of that tea is high and light, the color of the tea poured out is slightly cold, and with the simple plain cup, it can't help but remind people of the ice fields and snow-capped mountains scattered under the 10,000-year-old green pines in winter.

What's even more peculiar is that although the tea is steaming, there is a cold and cold feeling in the mouth at first glance.

All in all, the tea tasted as if it had been cooked with Jedi ice water and 10,000-year-old cedar.

Jedi Ice Water, 10,000-year-old cedar ...... Changsheng subconsciously licked his thin lips and covered the surprise that quietly floated under his eyes.

Yes, no wonder his injuries are all healed. It's not a question of whether it's like it at all, but the tea is made of two things, Jedi ice water and 10,000-year-old cedar, which are quietly cooked!

If he hadn't drunk this kind of ice water at Jiangjue before, he really wouldn't be able to discern the real ingredients for the tea handed by Emperor Que today.

Sure enough, poverty limited his imagination? Before today, Changsheng really couldn't have imagined that someone would be so violent that he would use these two heavenly treasures to make tea.

The Jedi Ice Water has always been used to soothe the gods and reshape their vitality, and the 10,000-year-old cedar also has the effect of dredging spiritual power and stabilizing the meridians.

After Changsheng figured it out, he suddenly felt that what he had just drunk was not tea, but an inexhaustible handful of spirit coins.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered Di Que's move of putting down the teacup with great disgust after taking a sip of tea at random, and couldn't help but raise his hand and press his forehead that was painful again.

This tea did not suit Emperor Que's appetite, apparently it was specially prepared for him by Emperor Que.

Changsheng didn't expect that Emperor Que would be so sincere when he put away his disciples. was so sincere that he prepared such a rare elixir for him without knowing whether he was really injured.

At that moment, Changsheng really felt a little flattered.

His talent, his exercises, and his potential were really enough for Emperor Que to do this for him?

But if Emperor Que didn't do this for this, then what did he do it for, so that he could make better use of himself in the future?

Changsheng suppressed the sudden surging thoughts, walked to the window in silence, and looked up at the bright starry sky in the distance.

This grand night scene gradually soothed his complicated and troubled mind.

Under the warm night breeze, Changsheng leaned on the windowsill and slowly closed his eyes.

That's it. No matter what Emperor Que wants, it is not something he can figure out now.

If you have time to think about these things, it is better to raise your spirit and win tomorrow's sect competition, so as to help Shi Impermanence avenge the burning of the shop.