Lin Yu looked under the peach tree when he heard the reputation, and his brows suddenly couldn't help jumping, Song Qingli, the son of the snow fan! Her uncle in the previous life was also one of the most troublesome figures in the entire Northern Xuanzong and even the cultivation world.

Speaking of Song Qingli, the boy of the snow fan, he is really a wonderful person!

Lin Yu couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead when he remembered the things he had done, you know, she was known as one of the most difficult characters in Northern Xuanzong back then, but compared to Song Qingli, she could only bow down.

The snow fan boy looks like a talent, with an extraordinary temperament, and is also talented, and his cultivation is profound, and he can be called the best son of the world, but his personality is the most improper, and he acts suavely, and as soon as he comes out of the mountain, he provokes a lot of female cultivators in the cultivation world, and he has countless peach blossom debts, which can be called the flower peacock in the cultivation world.

But he is strong and smart, and he is easy to use in the left side of the door, Qimen Dunjia, and Qihuang Zhishu. Once because he was too bored in the cultivation realm, he went to the mortal world to be a military advisor to a prince who planned to retire in a fiefdom, and instigated others to rebel, but in the end he succeeded.

And after he pulled the mediocre emperor off the horse and sent the prince to the throne, he retired and disappeared without any nostalgia, and for a while he became a model in the hearts of mortal strategists, and his reputation was even more famous.

Therefore, even if there is a male cultivator who looks at Song Qingli unpleasantly, he is helpless. I couldn't fight hard, I played conspiracy and tricks and plotted unsuccessfully, and in the end, I turned around and pitted myself, and I couldn't say anything about my suffering, so I could only grit my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

Lin Yu was puzzled for a while, how did her ancestor who had already ascended teach Shen Wangchen and Song Qingli, two apprentices with completely different personalities and acting styles, and could even be said to be opposites?

And it can also allow these two apprentices to live in harmony and guard the Northern Xuanzong in Kunlun together for hundreds of years. After thinking about it, Lin Yu could only come to one conclusion, her ancestor who had never met must also be a strange person!

"What happened when my Dao head and junior brother suddenly went down the mountain, it turned out that he went to collect apprentices! Come, let the senior brother see, what kind of good seedlings are it, and you can go down the mountain yourself, junior brother. Song Qingli's amorous peach blossom eyes were full of banter, and he walked out from under the peach tree unhurriedly.

"Senior brother." Shen Wangchen nodded lightly at him and didn't say much.

Song Qingli paced in front of Lin Yu and Xiao Jimo, put away the white jade folding fan with a "brush", and nodded with a sigh: "Yo, not bad, one is in the early stage of Jindan, one is good in the bones, and the vision of the junior brother is really good." ”

"Junior Lin Yu."

"Junior Xiao Jimo."

"Meet the Immortal Chief." Lin Yu and Xiao Jimo bowed their heads and saluted together.

"You're welcome, the two of you can come here, and you also have a relationship with Northern Xuanzong. Why don't you worship me as a teacher? Song Qingli smiled at Lin Yu, half-truths and half-truths.

"Thanks to the love of the immortal elder, it's just that the younger generation is a casual cultivator, and I never thought about apprenticeship. I came to Kunlun Xu this time to find a teacher for my righteous brother. ”

"Oh, you're just a casual cultivator?" Song Qingli looked at Lin Yu, his casual eyes suddenly changed, and the amorous peach blossom eyes seemed to have a hidden blade, and said meaningfully: "The Jindan nun who is in the prime of her life is interesting!" I don't know when the junior in the cultivation realm has reached such a point where the monks who married before the age of thirty have no name and no one cares, and they still need to travel thousands of miles to this bitter cold place to find a teacher for their righteous brother? The latest chapter of "Poison Doctor Mad Concubine: Emperor, Taibelly Black Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.