The woman in green raised her head and looked at the handsome man's face.

He sneered and asked, "What, do you want me to ask my master to open my mouth?"

The handsome man's face looked hesitant, as if he was hesitant.

Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but feel angry in her heart, broke away from the man's palm again, and said with her lips trembling slightly: "Okay, you Song Qingfeng, it turns out that you really think like this, why, just your master is a master, you need to take care of one or two, my master is not a master." ”

The woman in green and the handsome man are both second-rate sects in Zhongzhou that are not too high.

Each of them follows the same sect and lineage, but two different masters practice the mystical method.

And it just so happens that these two masters are in their vein, two well-known rivals, who have been grudges for a long time, even if the head of the main vein has reconciled them many times, they have not had the slightest effect.

If the two masters are not in harmony, their disciples are naturally not much better.

But the two of them are two masters in this lineage, and one of the dozens of disciples.

A certain chance experience under the mountain, because of some "accidental" circumstances men and women quietly met, although it was a heroic rescue bridge section on the mountain that was rotten, but the woman who tasted the world for the first time was deeply involved.

Once or twice, there are three or four times later.

The man's face is handsome, and he speaks softly, like a talented man among talented and beautiful people in the story of the mountain.

Knowing that she couldn't do it, the woman also did it with a beautiful vision.

The man once promised to be the mountain Taoist companion that everyone admired.

It's just that this time twice, three times or four times, the two of them are still just wandering between sneaks.

The cultivation of the woman in green is actually higher than that of the handsome man in the early stage of King Xuan, the middle stage of King Xuan.

This is also because the woman in green secretly tightened her belt and gave most of the cultivation resources she saved to the handsome man.

Because the handsome man once said that only after he climbed from an ordinary disciple to a descendant disciple, he could only mention the matter of the two to his master if he had the confidence.

So there was also a question from the stern of the ferry, the trail garden.

The handsome man Song Qingfeng's voice was extremely gentle, and he whispered to the woman in green: "Yan'er, it's really not that I Song Qingfeng doesn't want to mention it, but you also know that I just became a disciple of this lineage, and the foundation has not yet been firmly established, if you mention it rashly, if the master really agrees, it's fine, if you don't agree, the future of the two of us will really be ruined, and the master will be unhappy again, and he will expel me from the door, which peak and which vein do you say dare to accept me?"

The woman turned her head away, unwilling to deal with the handsome man, but the anger in the handsome man's heart dissipated most of it.

Or the woman in green has no anger towards the handsome man, but is just angry with him.

The woman in green turned around, bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, and said fiercely: "When will you tell your master about the matter between us, when will you find me again, we still don't meet again before we meet again." ”

Don't turn around, follow the trail circuit, and disappear into the stern of the boat.

The handsome man stared at the woman's departing figure, and there was no warm face in his eyes, only a lingering haze.

There is also a greedy look for a talented woman's beautiful face and body.

After a while, the handsome young man who had just come back to his senses suddenly turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared on the side, and hurriedly bent down and said, "Master." ”

The middle-aged man was tall, and he looked at the handsome man Song Qingfeng with a somewhat condescending face, and said expressionlessly: "Do you know why you were promoted to be my descendant disciple?"

Song Qingfeng was a little astringent for a while, ignoring the other two of his own masters, the senior brothers who had already become famous in their own sect.

Even when he was an ordinary disciple, there were many senior brothers who were better than him.

The "panic" that Song Qingfeng said to the woman whose name was Yan'er was the only one true.

Regarding his current status as a descendant disciple, Song Qingfeng really felt a little unbelievable.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to intend to reply to the handsome young monk, who was also his newly accepted disciple, turned his head to look out of the ferry, and said slowly: "That's because you are the most hopeful of making that old witch bow to me." ”

Song Qingfeng was naturally very intelligent, and he instantly understood what his master said and meant.

Without the slightest thought, he said: "I will not disappoint the master's expectations." ”

Immediately, a cold snort came into Song Qingfeng's ears, "If you can't do it, hum, my subordinates never raise waste." ”

It took a long time for Song Qingfeng to raise his head, straighten up, and a trace of hidden evil appeared in his eyes.

Gently brushed the dust on his robe.

The face resurfaced the previous gentle and jade-like child.

Song Qingfeng walked back along the trail, while constantly thinking, thinking about how to complete the task assigned by his master.

It is related to the identity of a disciple of the lineage, and it has to be taken seriously.

If he didn't have this opportunity, he Song Qingfeng would have lived a hard life.

First bitter into sweet, from sweet to suffering.

Suddenly, Song Qingfeng seemed to notice a hint of prying eyes, raised his head, and looked upward.

A neat row of cabins comes into view, and there is nothing else but that.

Rubbing his eyebrows and shaking his head, Song Qingfeng smiled bitterly, how suspicious he has become now.

After a while, he left the stern of the ferry.

The direction in which Song Qingfeng glanced up was actually the direction in which Wu Chen was standing.

Wu Chen never left the same place half a step from beginning to end, but just like in the ghost market in Sihai City before, he and Fu Nanqiang could see the monks around them, but the monks who came and went could not notice the two of them.

Wu Chen was still staring at the rather elegant trail garden below.

And he didn't move, as if he had seen something interesting.

Half an hour, about a quarter of an hour.

At the stern of the previous ferry, by the railing, a rather dignified woman appeared.

Just like Song Qingfeng before, the majestic woman also raised her head and looked in the direction where Wu Chen was standing.

The woman's face was fair, and her face was beautifully contoured, and it still looked like the outline of a beautiful embryo.

And the woman has been for nearly two hundred years, and her cultivation is not weak, in the middle of the Xuanhuang period, but there is already a small half of her toes on tiptoe on the threshold of the later stage.

Despite the woman's eyes and the repeated scrutiny of her senses, the place she was looking at was really empty.

But the woman was especially sure that there was a monk standing.

Because of the treasure obtained by chance, he is constantly warned.

As for why I can't find out, it's simple, and cultivation is not enough.