Thinking of this secret, Tang He was still uneasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a sense, he is now a man and a woman. To be more precise, the real Tang He is long gone, and what exists in this weak body is Tang Tang, a Jindan monk of Li Zhuang in the Tao Dynasty.

As the youngest daughter of the head of the Immortal Sect of the Tianyuan Continent, Tang Tang never imagined that she would fall into an inferior dynasty, nor would she have imagined that she would change from the proud daughter of the sky to a wastewood, let alone that she would live as Tang He.

Everything has to start with the news of the ancient ruins from the Pearl Dynasty three years ago.

Because of the idea of grabbing the treasure, after stealing the token from his father, Tang Tang opened the teleportation circle of the sect, took the storage ring containing all his net worth, and jumped into the circle with a long vision of the ancient ruins.

After stepping into the Pearl Dynasty, Tang Tang found that all their outsiders had been fooled, and the so-called ancient ruins were ambushed by many demon cultivators, and she was captured by a demon in the infancy stage, and that demon was the old man of the Heavenly Demon.

As for why...... Tang He's mind reappeared of the scarred young man back then, he called out his spiritual sense like crazy, and he said, "I know you're going to take my body, you can take it." ”

......

"Tang Er? Tang Er? ”

With He Qingsong's call, Tang He came back to his senses in a little confusion, and saw that he was facing an iron bone fan, he quickly pinched He Qingsong's wrist, pouted, and tilted his head to reply to He Qingsong: "Sick seedling, the master doesn't want you to send it." ”

He Qingsong frowned, obviously displeased with Tang He's title, so the iron bone fan inevitably knocked on Tang He's head in the end.

Rubbing his red brain, Tang He couldn't help but complain in his heart that He Qingsong was hypocritical, but he still stood up straight and said to He Qingsong with a flamboyant tongue: "Sick Yangzi, you make good money in the Medicine Sect, refine medicine well, and wait for the young master to take the old man of Heaven Demon to capture Shangyuanmen, let's have a top of the Forbidden City, and the rivers and lakes will discuss the sword." ”

"Needless to say, naturally you are the cheapest." He Qingsong was quite angry, the iron bone fan was unfurled, the fan surface was shining in the sun, shaking people a little dizzy, and he insisted on the previous proposal: "What I told you, you think about it." ”

Tang He's eyes flashed a little wave, pretending not to hear the words, and shouted nonsense: "Yes, you look down on the master, right, the master will leave now, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever." Say goodbye! I..."

"Tang Er!" The voice is handsome.

Tang He's feet that he had just lifted out were taken back in an instant, his round eyes bulging, and he looked up at He Qingsong with a grimace: "What do you want to do with the little master?" ”

He Qingsong saw him squeezing his eyebrows, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, shook the iron bone fan and threw something to him.

What fell into the palm of his hand was a moon cake, crystal skin, and milk paste filling.

"Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival, you were drunk and didn't eat, and it was the same if you ate today." He Qingsong was slow and reasonable.

Tang He pinched the moon cake, smelled the smell, deliberately put on a surprised expression, and circled around He Qingsong with a suspicious face. He took a bite of the moon cake, and his heart was very satisfied, after all, when he was still Tang Tang in the past, he never left his sweets, especially milk candy. This snow skin moon cake is milky and fragrant, not sweet and greasy, and the skin is thin and soft and not sticky to the teeth. It's a delicious mooncake.

"Why didn't you let me eat mooncakes yesterday when I should have eaten them, today... Tsk, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed. Stuffing the last bite of moon cake crust into his mouth, Tang He licked his fingers, got his mouth free, smacked his tongue, and teased He Qingsong cheaply.

"You kid!" He Qingsong's face was a little red, and he coughed, making a gesture to raise the iron fan.

Tang He pursed his lips and made a very cooperative action to beg for mercy, He Qingsong paused, although the iron bone fan still fell to Tang He's head, but he didn't use force, just lightly, clicked.

Seeing that he hadn't been beaten, Tang He straightened up, and his mouth turned on the poisonous tongue mode again: "It turns out that you came here yesterday to send me moon cakes?" I thought you were here to show off that you were taken in by that old man from the Medicine Sect? ”

Looking at the appearance of Tang He's villain, the iron bone fan snapped and displayed, He Qingsong stood with his hands in his hands, his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes were like stars in the sky.

Zhu Lip lightly opened: "I don't look down on the position of the Medicine Sect, it's just that - you remember, I, He Qingsong, will become famous one day sooner or later." ”

"The spirit of the king! Good! Tang He clapped his hands happily.

This angry He Qingsong's black face, He Qingsong couldn't help but pull out the iron bone fan, and at the same time, Tang He laughed strangely, and also unsheathed his sword, preemptively.

I saw He Qingsong spin around and fly, and the iron bone fan in his hand turned into a huge fan, which was overwhelmingly suppressed from above Tang He.

This move is called Fan Jiukong, and others call it He Qingsong's famous skill, but Tang He knows in his heart that this move is a false move. Although the suppression of the nine fans is really a real move, this real move is to distract attention. However, according to He Qingsong's temperament, this move is at most used as a stone throwing to explore the way, and the real killing move is behind these nine fans.

Sure enough, after the nine fans, He Qingsong really poked out an iron bone knife, the knife was a combination of iron bone fans, flashing with a cold edge, but He Qingsong didn't use the knife, nor did he use force, just simply raised the knife.

The cold white blade collided with the domineering knife face, emitting a piercing sound of metallic resonance, He Qingsong saw Tang He collide, and showed a sly smile on his face, but he then volleyed into the air, pinched his fingers, and a golden rope fell, tying Tang He strongly.

"Phew! He Sanhei, you foul! ”

"Soldiers don't get tired of deceit." The folding fan shook gently, and the son was like jade.

"Let go of the master!" Tang He, who was tied up, protested.

"When I send you to the far north, I will untie this rope." He Qingsong's face was serious, looked at him, and said seriously. "This is my newly refined bundle of immortal ropes, don't waste your efforts."

However, as soon as his words fell, what responded to him was Tang He's smiling face and the broken rope scattered on the ground, He Qingsong grabbed Tang He with wide eyes, and pointed to the bundle of immortal ropes on the ground and couldn't speak.

"It's... What did you kid do?! ”

Tang He didn't answer, he made a grimace at him with his open arms, ready to learn from Dapeng to spread his wings and break away from He Qingsong's grasp, but he didn't expect that he was hurting himself by himself, he just raised his leg and collided with He Qingsong's oncoming arm, and he was unsteady and was bullied by him.

He Qingsong was not polite, sitting on Tang He's rather happy shaking fan, and his black-hearted nature was unobstructed.

Tang He was pressed by him and was weak, and he fluttered his arms to fight with him, but because of the muddy and watery movements, he fluttered a few times, and was captured by He Qingsong and held to the ground.

"You have no foundation and Taoism, even if you are excellent in swordsmanship, but against those sinister Taoists, you are not a human sword, I am a fish?" He Qingsong's eyes were like torches, and Tang He's eyes sighed, because he said that he was indeed telling the truth, Tang He did not refute.

"If you want to go, I'll go with you." He Qingsong said again.

Tang He's eyes rolled and turned, and he suddenly laughed strangely, and violently pushed He Qingsong away, and then said with a frightened look: He Sanhei, I am not as good as Longyang! ”

Rao is always known for his good temper in front of people and He Qingsong, who is known for making stumbles in front of people, couldn't help but burst into foul language in front of him at this time, he was kind and kind to give advice, but he didn't expect this kid to do everything he could, and he teased him like this. Grabbed the iron bone fan and couldn't help but want to teach the mischievous boy a good lesson: "Do you think Yue Ayaluo's poisonous woman will let you go?" Tang Er, if I were here, it would be because of the face of the Medicine Sect, and the Shangyuan Sect would not ......."

Tang He's eyes showed seriousness, his words were indeed from Tang He's point of view, for Tang He, who now had no spiritual roots, what he needed most was the training of the outside world.

Grabbing the swinging folding fan, Tang He interrupted He Qingsong's heartfelt words: "Sanhei, this time, you can't help me, I have made up my mind, you must know that going to the extreme north is also a grind." ”

He Qingsong stared at Tang He's clear eyes, and then looked at his thin figure, he opened his eyes, and suddenly felt that he had the illusion that Tang He was a girl again.

Pinching the iron bone fan, He Qingsong finally responded,

He took out a purple silk lotus embroidered Qiankun bag from his waist, threw it to Tang He in the air, shook the iron bone fan, and said unwillingly: "Tang Er, I have always regarded you as my own brother." ”

Tang He nodded, but did not answer.

He Qingsong stared at Tang He for a while, and finally sighed helplessly: "I have been wronged, come back and tell me." ”