"No, I'm a pastor, but I can only hurt people, I can't save people. ”

Song Yu said helplessly.

"Are you so easy to deceive when we are elementary school students? How can there be such a pastor in the world?"

Star Tower didn't believe it.

"Yes, I have a friend......"

Song Yu decided to tell Zhao Tieniu about it.

"Making friends out of nothing?!"

Zhou Qingfeng said without thinking.

"I'm not talking nonsense, you listen to me......"

Sweat appeared on Song Yu's forehead.

Although he often has no friends, this time he did not.

Why doesn't anyone believe it?

Listening to Song Yu's eloquent words, Xinglou and Zhou Qingfeng seemed to be listening to a commentary.

With the plot mood ups and downs, or frowning, or sighing, or clapping......

Finally, the "haha" laugh ends.

They all felt sorry for the outer disciple named "Zhao Tieniu".

It was very pitiful to be beaten, and Song Yu split his buttocks, which is really ......

It's funny, no, it's pathetic.

"I feel like you're gloating. ”

Song Yu glared.

"No, it can't be, don't talk nonsense. ”

Xinglou and Zhou Qingfeng said in unison.

In short, my priest-like spell, because of my dantian, has mutated, and now it can't be treated, but has the effect of aggravating the condition, do you really want me to treat it?"

Song Yu had no choice but to have a showdown.

Ahh......hhh

I don't hide anything, it's up to you whether you want treatment or not.

Anyway, I don't care if I carry the coffin away.

"Oh?"

Seeing that Song Yu was not joking, Xinglou showed a deep groan in his eyes, and then turned into excitement.

"Despite the treatment, I am a dignified Yuan Infant Monk, can I still be killed by your little Foundation Building Stage Monk?"

"It's okay, I've already transmitted the best coffin shop in the inner door, and made a coffin with good pear blossom wood, you will be killed, and I will bury it immediately, to ensure that the master will not see a trace, and he will not know it." ”

Zhou Qingfeng doesn't think it's a big deal to see the excitement.

"Please note that I am a good and righteous priest, not an executioner, please do not insult my profession. ”

Song Yu said righteously.

"To be honest, I think agarwood is better. ”

Star Tower made a suggestion for his coffin.

"It's expensive! I just can't afford to sell the natal weapon three-foot sword!"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the black ruler in his hand, and there was regret in his eyes.

When I was in the burial sword post, I shouldn't have coveted the three-foot sword to tickle it.

The skin of this sword is also too ugly.

I don't know if I think I'm a teacher!

The natal instrument is spiritual and communicates with the master's mind.

The three-foot sword heard Zhou Qingfeng's complaints, and the sword body trembled, and he was about to cry angrily.

Labor and management are the magic weapons sought after by ancient monks.

You don't even look good, you can't sell it for a good price, you dislike me.

Divorce, divorce......

“......”

Song Yu couldn't hear the accusations of the three-foot sword, but he had already discovered that these two guys didn't feel that he could hurt them at all.

And also......

Is the second senior brother mentally retarded?

Oops!

The coffin was made for you, and you are not the one who carries the coffin, but the one lying inside.

Do you know?

At this point, Song Yu no longer shirked, but actually thought about it carefully.

It seems that my strength really can't cause harm to the second senior brother, I just worry too much.

Joke!

That's an infant monk, not a porcelain doll.

"I'm coming, it might hurt a little, I'll gentlely. ”

Song Yu mobilized the aura in the dantian.

"Come on!"

Xinglou was not nervous at all, but felt that Song Yu's words were strange.

“......”

Zhou Qingfeng supported his forehead.

This terrible line.

As a sullen boy who often reads ancient books, it is inevitable to see some colored articles.

So he heard the meaning of it right away.

I saw Song Yu stretch out his middle finger, and Xinglou and Zhou Qingfeng looked at each other.

Middle finger !!

Do you still want to be beaten?!

"This is my spell casting gesture, it means nothing else, don't hit me. ”

Song Yu replied.

"Your spell casting gesture is really underwhelming. ”

Xinglou and Zhou Qingfeng looked at Song Yu coldly.

"What can I do? I'm desperate!!"

Song Yu burst into tears.

As he spoke, the tiny vine on Song Yu's middle finger had already touched Xinglou's white neck.

"It's ......"

Xinglou sensed a mysterious energy and pulled him by the neck to the side.

He reacted instantly.

Reiki stirred.

The wind was blowing for miles in a radius, sweeping away the fallen leaves.

He used the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage to resist that mysterious energy.

However, the reaction was still a little slower.

There was a "click".

His neck tilted thirty degrees, and his stiff neck became even worse.

"Second Senior Brother, are you okay?"

Song Yu asked cautiously.

"It's okay, you're really a poisoned milk. ”

Xinglou waved his hand, and then walked away.

"I really didn't mean to. ”

Song Yu stuck out his tongue.

"It's not a big problem, he should have gone to a regular massage shop to treat stiff neck, let him find you for treatment in order to save a few dollars, and now he regrets it, right?"

Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Is there any formal massage parlor?"

Song Yu said curiously.

"You're cheap. ”

Zhou Qingfeng scolded.

Song Yu: "???"

How do you scold people?

If I can't beat you, I'll give you a hammer in the knee.

"Are you curious about the character of the second senior brother, why is it different from what I said? Do you think I'm lying?"

Zhou Qingfeng is colorful.

Song Yu nodded.

"Actually, I didn't. Zhou Qingfeng said abruptly, "Second Senior Brother used to be a very strict person, whether it was a person or a cultivator. ”

When the master found him, he was about to take over his father's shop, and he had already learned half of the woodcarving trade, but he still followed him. ”

Although his father didn't say anything, he couldn't inherit his father's business, and he felt very guilty in his heart, so he could only redouble his cultivation and often help his family. ”

"Don't look at him, he was already twenty-five years old when he cultivated, but his cultivation talent was absolutely top-notch, refining qi overnight, building a foundation in a year, and being a primordial infant in ten years. ”

"I once asked him why, and he said that he wanted to take his whole family to the immortal realm, which was ...... Maybe that's why he's so strict. ”

"Someone else embarks on the path of cultivation, for all sorts of reasons, but he's the only one who's working hard. ”

"Why?"

Song Yu asked.

"The life of a monk is very long, mortals are very short, like a moth, even if he gave a large number of heavenly treasures to replenish longevity, but his family still can't wait, one by one left one after another, he went down the mountain this time, is to bid farewell to the last relative in the family - his father. ”

Zhou Qingfeng sighed.

"So the second senior brother doesn't want us to worry, his personality has changed greatly, in fact, his heart is very sad. ”

Song Yu guessed.

"That's right, what he is imitating now is the big sister with a loose temperament. He is left with us now, and if you have a chance to go to his Bashan Sword Field, you will be able to see a real second senior brother. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes showed a sad look.

"I'll go see the second senior brother, the third senior brother, I'm homesick. ”

Song Yu said wistfully.

Seeing Xinglou desperately keep his relatives, he finally watched them leave one by one.

Song Yu thought of his adoptive parents, who must have been looking forward to returning home in the village.

Speaking of unfilial piety, he never went back.

"If you want to, go back and see, just don't fall into the obsession like the second senior brother, life and death have their own destiny, forcing them to stay will only hurt others and hurt themselves, and this is also your home. ”

Zhou Qingfeng said solemnly.

Song Yu nodded heavily.

It's a sense of identity.

For the first time, he felt the feeling of being a loved one in the Optimus Sect.

"Little junior brother, because of your dantian, you will embark on a different path of cultivation, I have a hunch that there will be a place for you in the immortal cultivation world in the future, I only hope that you can stick to your heart and not embark on the path of the Blood Demon Ancestor. ”

Zhou Qingfeng instructed.

"Follow the teachings of the third senior brother. ”

Song Yu bowed down and couldn't stand it for a long time.

"You remember, if someone bullies you in the future, we, the senior brothers and sisters, will support you, no matter how bad it is, there is a master, although he is a bastard, he is the most protective of his shortcomings. ”

Zhou Qingfeng said abruptly.

“......”

Is this praising Wu Daozi?

Or are you scolding Wu Daozi?