Two years ago, Sang Luo went up the mountain once, even if he used the aura to protect his body, it was still cold and terrible, I really don't know how the master stayed.

Halfway up the mountain, there are two small wooden houses, and there are a lot of cabbage and radishes planted on the periphery, if you don't look carefully, you will think it is a small farm yard.

"Senior sister, you're back!"

A young man in Tsing Yi wearing a floral apron came out of the kitchen, grinning and smiling out eight standard big white teeth,

"I made cabbage and tofu soup, do you want to have it!"

Sang Luo sniffed it, and his eyes lit up in an instant,

"Did you put the meat?"

"That's right!"

Song Qingyun shook the spoon in his hand and happily shared it with Sang Luo,

"I'm super lucky today, when I came out of the small secret realm, I met a wild boar pretending to be dead on a tree, senior sister, we have this month's rations!"

Since the retreat of his master, he and his senior sister have been in clear soup for a long time.

"Hey, there's a guest?"

When he saw Chu Yanshu behind Sang Luo, Song Qingyun paused slightly, his big eyes blinking, revealing a clear dullness.

This is the first time that the senior sister has taken a man up the mountain.

Won't it ...... He swept his eyes over the two of them, and was very sure that his senior sister was eating this one.

So, Song Qingyun's eyes rolled and he smiled kindly at Chu Yanshu,

"Hello, this is the first time my sister has brought a male monk home, so you must be very important to her."

Chu Yanshu raised his eyebrows slightly as he listened, and looked at Sang Luo beside him.

Sang Luo gritted his teeth and hammered his fist on Song Qingyun's head,

"If you can't speak, don't speak, he's a new disciple of Uncle Changluo."

Song Qingyun touched his head, but his eyes began to shine,

"Uncle Changluo's disciple, do I have a junior brother?!"

The young man in the flower apron leaned closer to Sang Luo, his eyes flashed with curiosity as clear as a husky, and his blazing eyes fell on Chu Yanshu behind him.

The three great gods of Xuanyuan Sect, an otaku and a otaku, don't go out all day, and Su Changluo is very picky, and he refuses to accept apprentices casually, because since Song Qingyun entered one after another, there have been no new disciples coming in for a long time.

Song Qingyun, the second ha, has always looked forward to being a senior brother.

At this moment, when he saw Chu Yanshu, he was so excited that he was even drooling, and after being reserved for less than three seconds, he rushed forward with an arrow and hooked the young man's shoulder,

"This is the sixth junior brother, come on, come on, senior brother will pull you into the group of disciples!"

Sang Luo looked at Song Qingyun, who was as enthusiastic as Erha, and couldn't help but think of the ending in his book-

[On the battlefield of gods and demons, the long sword in Chu Yanshu's hand was stained with blood, directly penetrating Song Qingyun's corpse. Born with a sword bone? But that's it! Song Qingyun fell into the mud without strength, half of his face sank into the mud, and he didn't blink an eye. 】

She suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the original book, and the people in the book seemed to be simply bad, and under the backdrop of the male protagonist, they were stupid and bad.

But after so many years in Xuanyuanzong, she felt that the people around her were very good, especially her little junior brother.

"Ding Dong!"

A prompt sound came from the spirit jade, interrupting Sang Luo's thoughts.

There is a message in the group of disciples who have passed on the news——

"Ninety-eight and one fresh spirit gathering grass plants were pulled into the group chat by the mediocre kendo little genius."

Song Qingyun: "Let me introduce, this is the little junior brother, the new disciple of Uncle Changluo!" ”