When Wang Shu and the others were about to leave after eating at the inn, Hou Qing, who had not returned overnight, finally returned.

Hou Qing practiced the flute on the mountain for a night, and his mind was in a trance, and his face was depressed.

In particular, his eyes were bloodshot, and the surroundings were as if they had applied eyeshadow, and they were jet black.

It is really very rare for a dignified heavenly master to show such a haggard appearance.

"Apprentice, have you been sucked by a monster?"

Wang Shu couldn't help but be happy when he saw Hou Qing, who was similar to a national treasure.

"Senior brother is embarrassed to say that other people's are also prostration."

Li Xingyun glanced at his mouth, looked at his mouth, looked at his nose and heart, smiled and didn't speak.

"Master, I suddenly don't want to work hard!"

Hou Qing said, walked to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of herbal tea and drank it all.

"Why don't you want to work hard?" Wang Shu asked.

"Originally, I thought that hard work would pay off, but I realized that I didn't have the talent for it at all." Hou Qing covered her forehead, her face tangled.

"Who told you that hard work pays off? If hard work must be rewarded, then how can there be so many failed people in this world. Wang Shu asked rhetorically.

"Master, if the effort is not rewarded, then what is the point of the effort?" Hou Qing said.

"What is too easy to get, people often don't cherish. In vain, you only learn to play the flute just to be handsome, and this goal is not enough for you to stick to it. Wang Shu said.

"Little white face, do things seriously, to persevere, hard work may not be rewarded, but giving up itself has lost the qualification for success.

You don't understand such a simple truth, you live so old in vain! Hmph, the nest looks down on you.

Nightmare said, saying such age-appropriate words, which is really impressive.

"Little White Face ......"

Hou Qing's face twitched, he was in the wind, and he was suave. Why is it a little white face? Can Little White Face compare to him?

couldn't help but be even more depressed, Hou Qing set his eyes on Wang Shu, hoping to get comfort from his master.

"If you don't want to work hard, don't want to work hard, apprentice, you are still young, how can you find that you can actually fail again if you don't fail a few times.

Give up, why force yourself and let your thoughts not be understood? Wang Shu said.

Hou Qing was about to vomit blood, and he was almost poisoned, how could there be such a comforting person.

Shouldn't being a role model teach goodness and lead students to the right path?

How can there be any persuasion of students to give up!

"Do you think that when God closes one door for you, it will open another? Wrong, you think too much, in fact, God is not ready to leave a door for you.

Do you think that handsome can be eaten as a meal, this is indeed right, so others will recognize you as a little white face. What a friendly name. Wang Shu continued to poison Hou Qing, and his words were not polite at all.

The people around were stunned, they really didn't expect that Wang Shu, who usually looked kind and gentle, would have such a side.

"Master, you!"

Hou Qing's lips trembled, his handsome face twitched one after another, and his fair face gradually turned from white to red, then to blue, and then to green......

"Aren't you angry? Think about your brother winning the hook, the grave grass should be so high! Wang Shu stretched out his hand and gestured.

Hou Qing's eyes were extremely wide, and he looked at Wang Shu in disbelief, and a depression accumulated in his chest, and he was about to explode.

The small water cup in his hand suddenly clenched, pinched to pieces, and turned into powder!

Hou Qing stood up suddenly, turned back, and walked towards the door of the inn, as if he was running away in a negative mood.

"Senior brother, did you say that?" Lu Linxuan was kind-hearted, but he couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but say.

"I'm talking about the facts, if a person can't recognize the reality and recognize himself, that's it.

And I have faith in my apprentice, if I count three times, he will definitely turn around and come back. Wang Shu said, looking calm.

Wang Shu didn't hide these words, but whispered, so Hou Qing could hear them, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't help but think:

"Turn around after three sounds, who am I Hou Qing? Am I so cheap? Anyway, I also have good looks, identity, and status, and the four corpse ancestors of the dignified Xuanming! ”

"Three!"

Hou Qing's figure stagnated, and his pace slowed down.

"Two!"

"Why is it only three seconds, let me think about what! Damn it. ”

Hou Qing suddenly felt exhausted, feeling that the time of three seconds was so long and so short.

What to do? What am I going to do? Is it really like the master said to turn around?

"One!"

As soon as the words fell, Hou Qing's head crashed directly. The head did not react, his body turned first, his face stiffened, with a very reluctant smile, and said:

"Great Master, your tireless teachings are like the sun, this thousand rays of light nourishing my heart, ah!"

"Poof!" Lu Linxuan couldn't help laughing.

"Poof!" Ji Ruxue hid her face and chuckled.

"Hahaha, the tree pot is really right, this little white face is really turning around." Nightmare laughed heartily, without any image at all.

"This is really the four corpse ancestors I taught Xuanming, the corpse ancestor who left a great name and made people fearful?" Shi Yao's eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Teachable!"

Looking at Hou Qing's sincere appearance, Wang Shu was quite relieved that his hard work was not in vain.

"Alright, let's take a break and get ready to go!" Wang Shu said again.

"Senior brother, where are we going?" Li Xingyun asked.

"Go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to meet the wife of an old man." Wang Shu smiled, bright and charming.

……

Valley of the Hidden Soldiers.

The witch king sat opposite the bad handsome, and the two of them looked serious, in the next game of chess that affected the whole world.

"The handsome chess skills are superb, and his subordinates are not as good as him!" After a period of fighting, the Witch King clenched his fists and expressed his defeat.

"The world is like a chess game, and all living beings are like chess pieces. Losing the game is equivalent to losing the world.

His Royal Highness, if he wants to restore the foundation of the Tang Dynasty, Li Keyong, the king of Jin in Taiyuan, will be a big obstacle. Bad Shuai said slowly.

Although the witch king admits defeat, he still plays a chess game, holding a white piece in one hand and a black piece in the other.

The chess game of the Witch King, which had already fallen into a desperate situation, suddenly appeared a glimmer of life, and black and white fought again.

"Li Keyong? Marshal, isn't it Zhu Wen's rebel who raised troops to rebel?

Although Li Keyong sits in the land of the Three Jins, after all, he is enshrined in the Li family, which may not be an obstacle, but may still be a big help. The Witch King wondered.

"Zhu Wen, Ben Shuai counts that his qi is exhausted, and the two little ghosts have grown into demon stars, causing chaos and destroying him.

Li Keyong has a deep mind, and has been dormant for so many years, secretly recruiting troops and horses, and is ambitious.

Although on the surface, the affairs of the Jin Kingdom were handed over to Li Siyuan to deal with, but in fact, the power of life and death was still in his hands.

Such people must be eliminated, otherwise great things will not be accomplished. Bad Shuai said.

"Great handsome, it's a pity that His Highness Xingyun doesn't seem to be here!" The Witch King said.

"He'll understand my hard work one day!"

……