Lu Wanqiu carried Jiang Xia on her back, and Ke Jianchuan on the left slowed down and seemed to be smiling.

Quietly glanced at the young man, shook his head and was a little helpless, the little junior brother is really a good means, it is better to be a senior brother. I have been working for more than 50 years, and I haven't even touched a woman's hand until now, ashamed and ashamed! Shame!

The ink-robed man clenched his palms into fists, pressed against his pale upper lip and coughed lightly, pretending to pretend to say: "Brother and sister, senior brother takes the liberty of asking, are there any unmarried girls around you?" ”

The girl in red was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but smile: "The master of a dignified sect will also lack women?" Shouldn't you wave your arms, there are countless who are willing to undress and untie their robes? ”

The man in the ink robe was embarrassed, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The rabbit doesn't eat the grass next to the nest, plus the sect has a lot of trivial matters, and he is not afraid of jokes when he says it, that is, how many women there are in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he doesn't know how much they look like, even if he occasionally leaves the Heavenly Sword Sect and goes to the towns under the jurisdiction of the Chu State, it is mostly in a hurry to come and go, how can there be a chance to contact women. Casually asked, it was just an impulsive word that was said for a while, and it was much more sober after being poured cold water by the girl's words, what is the most troublesome thing for women, how can they concentrate on cultivation freely, and if they are not happy one day, it is a big deal not to practice.

The black-robed man was full of thoughts, and a comforting remark coaxed himself deeply, the girl in red walked in front, and the ink-robed man followed behind him and kept wandering, and finally landed on the plump and round buttocks of the girl in red, and muttered in a low voice: "It's a good body, you can't let it go, you have to find a time to hurry up and let the little junior brother marry her, saying how much time it will take, and my Ke Jianchuan will become a master!" ”

The ink-robed man was stupid, and suddenly felt that a murderous gaze locked on him, and when he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Xia, the ink-robed man's face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The young man glanced at the red-clothed girl under him, and then looked at the black-robed man glaring angrily, and he was a little more guarded in his heart.

The man in the ink robe wants to cry without tears, things are really not as superficial as you see!

The girl in red suddenly turned her head, so frightened that the young man immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious, the girl seemed to feel something, frowned and glanced at the young man on her body and didn't care too much, and asked, "Sect Master, what has the Heavenly Sword Sect been preparing for the past two days?" It's noisy and noisy, and it's not safe for people to sleep. ”

The ink-robed man smiled, "My brother and sister are too outward, you can just call me senior brother like your junior brother." ”

The girl in red blushed slightly, but she didn't defend herself.

The ink-robed man explained: "It is in preparation for the selection of the Holy Son, the so-called Holy Son is the same as the son of a secular family, and the person with the most outstanding talent, roots, and heart is selected to be the next successor to be fully cultivated. ”

The girl in red suddenly interjected: "That's the prince?" ”

The ink-robed man nodded and smiled, "It can be understood in this way. ”

The girl in red pursed her lips and muttered as if she was holding her grievances: "It's better to give this hooligan a good treat, no matter what, it's your own family." ”

The man in the ink robe was stunned for a moment, and smiled heartily, this is for the sake of his husband before he gets married, and he will become it in the future, so what is it?

It's just that the selection of the Holy Son is earlier according to the originally set time, but it doesn't hurt that the Holy Son is to be elected after all, and it doesn't make a difference whether it is earlier or later, but He Wuyan's attitude of cutting first and then playing is unpleasant, Ke Jianchuan was still a little annoyed when he first found out, but at this time he was calm, if he could let He Wuyan keep himself and not make trouble, it would be worth it, anyway, as long as he was alive, this so-called Holy Son was just a dispensable thing, and then the little junior brother really wanted the position of this sect master, and it was just a sentence to give him it.

"The basic arrangement is almost complete, there should be a selection meeting in these two days, and then you let the junior brother lead you to see how others fight, it will be of great benefit to you."

The girl in red blinked, raised her sleeve and wiped the sweat oozing from her forehead, "Since it's a conference, there should be a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas in this kind of big scene, right?" ”

The man in the ink robe looked a little strange, "Naturally, there is." ”

The girl in red suddenly cheered and jumped three feet high. The young man behind him fell heavily to the ground and wailed.

"It hurts me."

The girl in red froze in place with her hands raised in the air, and immediately reacted, "You fuck! Pretend to be unconscious and deceive the old lady! ”

The young man stood up and ran away, how could he look weak and seriously injured. The girl in red chased after the girl with her teeth and claws, looking like she wanted to swallow the boy alive.

The ink-robed man shook his head and smiled bitterly, this brother and sister... It's really tough, and I don't know if the little body of the junior brother can carry it.

"The Mark of Damnation... It's a little tricky. The ink-robed man rubbed his eyebrows, quite a headache, "It's better to ask the master what to do, maybe he has a way." ”

The ink-robed man stepped on the breeze sword hand and pinched his fingers, his face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person fell weakly, beads of sweat dripped down his sideburns, and he lifted the robe to reveal the collapsed palm print on his chest, which was as black as ink, and a burst of yin and evil aura emanated.

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Three days later

The entire Heavenly Sword Sect was overcrowded, and there was a crowd of people and the sound of conversation and jokes everywhere.

Lu Wanqiu bit a golden chicken leg, holding a crisp and tender fresh fruit in one hand, and Jiang Xia held the other hand and wandered in the crowd, like a loach in a quagmire.

The young man held his forehead and helplessly persuaded: "Can you be more reserved?" The girl's family eats like this, what kind of body has become. ”

The girl in red burped, glanced at the young man and ignored it, the world is the biggest eater, and letting the dazzling food stare is simply a tyrannical thing, and it is the biggest sin in the world.

"Hey, why don't you see your senior brother in such an important scene?"

The young man looked around, turned his head and looked at the girl's mouth full of oil, sighed helplessly, and handed out a handkerchief, "Wipe it first, senior brother, as the sect master, will definitely not be absent from the Holy Son Selection Conference, maybe because of the delay." ”

The girl wiped her mouth indiscriminately, threw away the chicken bone in her hand, and her eyes scanned like a hungry wolf again, and she couldn't help but shudder when her eyes wandered away from one place. There was an old man, whose skin was dry and writhing like the bark of an old tree, and grinned at the girl's gaze, but the smile seemed to the girl to be as chilling as a ghost.

"Stinky rascal, who is that person..."

The young man looked at the position pointed by the girl, frowning, the old man was dressed in a cyan homespun cloth shirt and pants, and the top of his head was wrapped with layers of silk handkerchiefs dressed quite strangely.

"The old guys of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate are all the ones who help the three indiscriminate."

The girl tilted her head and took a bite of the fresh fruit, "You seem to hate them?" ”

The young man exhaled through his nostrils and smiled in disgust: "The Ten Thousand Poison Sect has always made a name for itself by raising Gu, and its single-handed Gu technique is insidious and vicious, and its actions are even more perverse, and it is even more perverse to slaughter villages and towns to collect essence blood to refine Gu crimes, and this kind of behavior is even better than that of the Demon Clan." ”

The young man had never seen the scene of the demon slaughter, but he had indeed seen the heinous and heinous methods of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. When he was a child and Su Qi went out, he had seen the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate slaughtering mortals with his own eyes, and what he saw with his own eyes was nothing more than the size of a fingernail, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty greed, and before he flapped his wings and landed on a person, his claws tore apart his scalp, drilled open the skull and sucked the essence and blood of the brain, and sucked the person dry in just a few breaths.

As soon as the young man's voice fell, the eyes of the old man of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect suddenly turned fierce, "Little friend, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" ”

No one noticed that a Gu worm with wings fluttering and red eyes and horns on the top of its head rushed towards the young man's neck with its mouthparts like pincers.

At such an age, his ears are still so sharp, and the young man secretly scolded the dog thing and did not hide his hatred, took a step forward and sneered: "What I said is the truth, and I have a clear conscience, but some damn disgusting things with no corpses are eager to jump out and want to refute." ”

The old man of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate sneered and closed his eyes to recuperate, in his opinion, talking too much to the dead was just a waste of words.

The sword flashed

The Qingfeng Sword appeared in an instant, and it stopped in front of the young man's eyes, and a strange insect at the tip of the sword struggled twice and died.

"The strength of the head of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is really so small, and it seems that the rumors are not all chasing after the wind."

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