There was a dead silence in the private room.

Xu Nan looked at Su Hansheng expressionlessly, and Xiao Shaojun trembled when he saw it, his head hung down and was almost buried in his chest, and he didn't even dare to come out.

Zhuang Lingxiu sighed silently, and he couldn't help. The little maid was still waiting for the three of them to order.

Xu Nanyu didn't make a cold face in front of outsiders, took the small wooden sign of the dishes in the long night building, and swept it over with his eyes down.

Changyelou is the largest restaurant in the city, lit up for 12 hours a day, and the dishes are dazzling and valuable.

When he came, Xu Nanzhi had promised him to give him all the stir-fried roast, steaming, frying, and pickling in the restaurant, and set up a big table full of them, so that Xiao Shaojun could eat with his belly open.

But now...

Xu Nanqi said coldly: "Do you eat Qingshui cabbage?"

Su Chill Voice: "...

Su Hansheng dared not to eat, and the busy chicken pecked the rice and nodded: "Eat, I like to eat clear water cabbage the most, senior brother is so good, thank you senior brother."

Xu Nanzhi sneered, took out the small wooden card of the clear water cabbage and threw it on the table, and continued to order with his eyes down. "Cloud slice tofu, vegetarian roasted goose, osmanthus snow lotus ......"

The little guy who picked up the small wooden sign on the side looked strange.

Before this was the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, Xu Daojun had already begun to eat fasting, and he was worthy of being the genius of the Wendao Academy, which was completely different from the realm of mortals like them.

After ordering a bunch of vegetarian food, Xu Nanzhi showed the small wooden card to Su Hansheng, and said with a smile: "Don't be polite to your senior brother, just order whatever you want."

Su Hansheng hurriedly shook his head: "I don't ......"

Xu Nan said quietly: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat meat when you came, come, order some meat." Su Han choked, and could only shake his hand to draw out a small wooden card for meat and eat it, and timidly handed it to the little girl.

The little guy looked down.

Boiled eggs.

This realm is even more superb.

It was difficult to figure out the thoughts of the Daojun, and the little guy didn't think much about it, and walked away with a bunch of vegetarian wooden cards.

I thought that there were no outsiders, and the senior brother wanted to question him about yesterday, but he didn't think that Xu Nanzhi didn't ask for half a sentence, and asked for a pot of wine and talked to Zhuang Lingxiu about the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens the day after tomorrow.

Soon, the vegetarian table was full. Su Hansheng obediently put his hand on his lap, and Xu Nanzhi didn't dare to move his chopsticks without speaking.

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Seeing that the cold sound was so frightened that he was trembling, and even the green onions were carefully eaten with his pitiful appearance, Zhuang Lingxiu glanced at Xu Nanzhi and signaled that he was almost done.

Xu Nan drank a glass of wine and said, "...... Are you really not going to smell the Tao sacrifice?"

"My points have been deducted." Zhuang Lingxiu drank yesterday and had a headache, so he only poured himself half a cup and sipped it slowly, "The eight points lost by your Lingzhou are also counted on my head, and from tomorrow onwards, I will have to wear the bundle of Nalaoshzi."

As soon as he thought of the theft of the spirit boat, Xu Nanzhi became angry: "I asked Lan Xubai to help me calculate the six masters, but he didn't even calculate which person the spirit boat stolen.

Zhuang Lingxiu was surprised: "The Void White Six Masters have reached the ultimate realm, how can they not even be counted as a little thief?" He said he couldn't figure it out. "

Zhuang Lingxiu was thoughtful.

Anyway, instead of deducting his own points, Xu Nan poured Zhuang Lingxiu's wine glass full: "Fortunately, I remember that it is your name, otherwise I will be deducted very much, and I won't even be able to go to the Wendao sacrifice."

Zhuang Lingxiu glanced at him.

And the face to say? However, he happened to take advantage of the few days off to go home during the Wendao Festival, and he didn't bother with Xu Nan.

While the two were talking, Su Hansheng had been eating with his head bored, and was used as a staple food by Su Zhai, who was used as a side dish by ordinary people, and Xiao Shaojun's face was green, but he didn't dare to stop, and tears were overflowing at the end of his eyes.

The only meat food - boiled eggs dare not touch, the plate is full of bells and whistles, and there is a wooden carving "smelling the chicken dancing" next to it.

After Xu Nanzhi and Zhuang Lingxiu discussed the matter of hearing the Dao sacrifice to the sky, Su Hansheng also ate the full table of vegetarian dishes almost completely, and choked there.

Xu Nanyu finally glanced at him. Su Hansheng was frowning and peeling eggs, and when he saw this, he hurriedly seized the opportunity to smile at Xu Nanzhi obediently.

Xu Nan said: "Full?"

Su Hansheng nodded like pounding garlic: "I'm full."

Xu Nanzhi still didn't settle the account with him, called the little guy to pay the bill, got up and put the chicken and dog bits and pieces that Su Hansheng bought in his arms, and walked away

Su Hansheng was like a small tail, and hurried to follow.

Xu Nanzhi walked up the long street, not waiting for the cold sound at all, as usual, the little short legs that had not yet grown, strode into a meteor, and disappeared in just a few steps.

Su Hansheng could only trot to follow, stumbling through the crowd trying to find his senior brother.

Zhuang Lingxiu couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, thinking that Xu Nan's lack of morality without scolding and hanging Xiao Shaojun was really useful. The cold sound should be answered

It's time to dare not disobey the yang and the yin in the short term.

The cold sound was really choked enough.

If Xu Nanzhi directly pointed at his nose and scolded him as usual, or pressed him to his head, he might be able to do everything he could to make his senior brother happy.

It's terrible, I'm afraid that Xu Nanzhi won't scold or scold, and he will be ignored by him very abnormally.

Until the two of them returned to the door of Wendaoxue Palace, they had already hung their heads and were silent for a while. Xu Nan estimated that the heat was almost there, and looked back at Su Hansheng: "Go and rest." Su Hansheng nodded, and walked into the dim path without saying a word.

Xu Nanzhi saw that he walked away without saying a word, vaguely aware that something was wrong, and frowned slightly.

…… It's too quiet.

It was getting late, and when it was approaching, the lights had been extinguished.

The sycamore forest was so dim that he couldn't see his five fingers, and he usually had to take out the night pearl from his pants to illuminate the road, but today's cold sound didn't seem to remember, and he slowly walked into the darkness that was almost devouring with his head down.

The surroundings were as black as ink, slowly twisting into a headless yin, chattering around the side of Su Hansheng. "Senior brother doesn't care about you."

"In his past and present lives, he has been running around because of your labor, and he should have left you alone." "What kind of culprit are you pretending to be looking for, what kind of sage of the Fuer clan, what Weng Lindao, isn't it you who killed the senior brother?"

All the rebuke and abuse are like rivers of blood, gradually merging into the memory of the previous life, Xu Nan's sentence ......"...... I'll never care about you anymore!"

I don't want you to care.

Unconsciously, Su Hansheng stood in place, raised his head and looked around. Headless ghosts are densely piled up all around, some people laugh and laugh, some people curse fiercely and angrily, and the noise is unprecedented and deafening.

Su Hansheng never dared to look at the appearance of those ghosts, and he was terrified when he looked at it. He took half a step back in confusion, and suddenly a warm object touched his back.

A hand slowly reached out from behind his back.

The wide sleeves were as black as ink, as if they melted into the swamp-like darkness, and the bony hand probed down the shoulder inch by inch, and finally stopped at the heart of the slow beating sound of the cold sound.

"The more you fear it, the more insatiable it becomes."

Su Hansheng stood blankly in place: "I...... I don't know what to do with it. "Not even the phoenix bone fire can burn these headless yin demons clean.

Chongjue condescendingly hugged the thin body of the cold voice,

Fingers tugging at a lock of hair wrapped between his fingers, he said lightly: "If you want to 'deal with' it, you must first face it - go see it."

Su Hansheng stiffened and shook his head desperately: "No, don't."

Chongjue's fingers were still wrapped around Su Hansheng's hair, and his movements were soft but not strong to hold Su Hansheng's chin, and he whispered in his ear: "Shu Hansheng, obedient, I'll let you see it."

Su Hansheng struggled to retreat, but Chongjue's hand pinched him like iron tongs, forcing him to look at the headless ghosts around him. "If you don't get rid of the demons, you will be killed by 'it' sooner or later."

In his previous life, he was forced to go crazy by Chongjue, and he used the companion tree to kill himself, and he didn't open his eyes to look at those headless ghosts who were smiling and smiling.

Now in the conjecture generated by the cold sound, the black-clothed Chongjue hugged him into his arms, smiled lowly, and slowly lifted his chin with cold fingertips, forcing his slightly drooping head to lift inch by inch.

The headless ghost seemed to be made of shadows, and the first thing that caught the eye was the hem of the robe.

The robe seems to be smeared with a cinnabar pen, and it can be seen faintly in the dark. Seems to be a black magpie?

I was stunned.

The hand was still resting on his chin, forcing his gaze to fall on the headless ghost.

But when Su Hansheng was about to see the pattern on the robe, a familiar ...... suddenly sounded, "Xiao Xiao." "

The imaginary illusions around him instantly turned into a scarlet blood mist and dissipated inch by inch.

A candlelight like a firefly slowly broke through the darkness in front of him, and Xu Nan came with a lantern. Su Hansheng still maintained a slight upward movement, and the last illusion remained in the bottom of his eyes.

When his vision gradually cleared, he saw the headless ghost standing in front of him and roaring fiercely, quietly overlapping with Xu Nan who came with a lantern.

Xu Nanzhi saw that Su Hansheng was standing alone in the dark, his eyes were dilated, as if he was in a nightmare, and he unconsciously lowered his voice.

"Xiao Xiao?"

Su Hansheng's eyes widened suddenly, like a frightened young beast, and he looked at Xu Nanzhi in front of him with horror - as if he was not seeing a senior brother, but the black and white impermanence of asking for his life.

The spirit shouted for him to flee, but fear had captured his useless body, and he could only freeze in vain.

Until the "terrible ghost" walked in front of him with a glowing "head", and the warm fingertips gently wiped away the tears on Su Hansheng's face.

The cold sound shivered all over.

Xu Nanzhi was helpless

sighed, only to think that it was really difficult to take care of children.

It's not beating or scolding, but now it's just hanging him for a while, and he cries like this, and he has to coax him.

"Scared?" Xu Nanzhi lowered his voice, and his tone was still a little teasing, "Eat a vegetarian and choke on eggs, but Xiao Xiao is wronged."

Sulking and hiding alone, crying secretly. If it weren't for Xu Nanlian noticing that something was wrong and coming up, the child wouldn't know how long he would cry.

Su Hansheng's tense body finally relaxed a little when he felt Xu Nan's warm fingers, he seemed to have woken up from a nightmare for many years, and his body was so weak that he could barely stand, so he could only stand there blankly, shedding tears.

He cried very quietly, sobbing desperately, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.

Xu Nanzhi had never seen such a crying method as a cold voice, and his already not hard heart softened into a puddle of water. He raised his hand to hold Su Hansheng in his arms, and stroked the back of the young man's head gently: "Don't cry, don't cry."

The hot tears seemed to vent all his confusion and fear, and the limbs that were frozen by the cold sound were finally controlled by consciousness, and he struggled to raise his sour hands and grab Xu Nanzhi's shirt with all his might.

The heart was beating, and there was warm breathing between the snorts.

Su Han listened to it, and suddenly cried out without warning. "Senior brother...... Senior brother, don't ignore me, please ...... senior brother"

Xu Nan was stunned.

He knew before that the cold sound seemed to be very sticky to him, and there was always a little bit of gain and loss for no reason, but he didn't expect that just hanging him for a while could force people into such a collapse.

Su Hansheng was already recovering from a serious illness, but at this time, I don't know if he was frightened, a sickly pale appeared on his lips, and he was shaky and almost fainted.

Xu Nanzhi didn't dare to stimulate him, and hurriedly said: "Where did you hear the nonsense, how can senior brother ignore you?"

Su Hansheng's face was full of tears, and he looked at him blankly: "Really......... Is it?"

"Hmm." Xu Nan said, "If I don't have you, where can I go to find a junior brother who always likes to cause trouble, is disobedient, and cries at every turn?"

This is a fact that he is yin and yang, and his brain is about to cry, and he will not react for a while, as if he has won some honor, he grabbed Xu Nan's hand, and hurriedly said.

"Yes, it's me! Only I will cause trouble for my senior brother and be disobedient, only me! Senior brother can't leave me alone. "

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It's quite self-aware.

This nonsense fool was extremely effective against the cold sound that almost collapsed, he seemed to be a little more sane, and although his eyes were still a little confused, at least they were not as frightened as Fang Cai.

He tugged on Xu Nan's sleeve and muttered, "Senior brother, I was wrong."

Xu Nanzhi also saw that the sudden collapse of Su Hansheng this time was due to his cold treatment, so he simply raised his hand and slapped Shu Hansheng's head. "Don't take it as an example."

Su Hansheng finally seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and quickly nodded.

Xu Nan carried the lamp and sent Su Hansheng back to Meishe.

Su Hansheng took a few steps, and the god looked back in a ghostly manner. The darkness that almost dragged him into the abyss was just a slightly darker path.

In the night's dreams, there are still countless headless ghosts swarming up.

But Su Hansheng always remembered the lamp that Xu Nan brought - the fire-like lamp was not bright, but it expelled the headless ghost in the dark place into smoke, and he didn't dare to approach it again.

A good night's sleep.

Big big

The next morning, the morning bell rang.

Su Hansheng, who had learned a lesson, didn't dare to disobey the yang and yin anymore, and went to Shangshan Xuezhai to attend classes during the day very obediently, and didn't even dare to leave.

Tomorrow is the festival of worship, and there is only one archery class to be held in the afternoon.

Su Hansheng was dressed in a hunting suit, holding a bow and aiming at a target ten feet away - he cried too hard yesterday, his eye circles were red and swollen for half a day, and he was still a little shadowy when he saw things.

Spiritual power cannot be used in archery class, ten zhang is a little far away, and it is only considered to pass if you hit the target with three arrows.

Su Hansheng squinted his eyes slightly, and his fingers hooked the bowstring tightened slightly. He had already shot two arrows, and there was one arrow left, and if he missed again, he would not get any points in this lesson.

Wu Baili's archery skills are extremely outstanding, and when he saw the posture of the cold sound from a distance, he shook his head faintly. The posture is not right, and the position of the string is not accurate. Nine times out of ten, it's off target...

On the ground, Su Hansheng's fingers loosened, and the black hair tied into a high ponytail shook and rolled out a half-circle arc. The arrow deflected off the string and shot straight forward into the air.

Wu Baili's pupils twitched slightly.

The arrow went straight towards the bull's-eye, but when it was about to pierce, Yuan Qian's arrow, who was also shooting an arrow, happened to miss the target, and the tail of the arrow rotated in mid-air, skewed towards the target of the cold sound with an extremely tricky posture.

There was a crisp sound of "bang". Yuan Qian's arrow actually knocked the arrow that was about to hit the bull's-eye, and both missed the target.

The mountain chief of the archery class touched the goat's whiskers and said: Yuan Qian, Shu Hansheng

, all three arrows missed the target and failed. Su Han Sheng: .Yuan Qian: .Wu Baili: Atmospheric luck?

Su Hansheng stood tall and jade, and pinched his slender waist extremely thin in a riding suit, he coldly put away the longbow, and silently grinded his teeth to look at Yuan Qian, who had a vegetable on his face.

Yuan Qian probably didn't expect Su Hansheng to be so unlucky, his eyes didn't squint, and he said embarrassedly: "Mistake, it's a pure mistake." ”

didn't get the first point in class to invite credit from the senior brother, and Su Hansheng almost wanted to bite Yuan Qian.

The young monarch was angry. Yuan Qian coughed dryly, Tomorrow is the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, and the students who go to the good school after school want to discuss the formation of a team, do you want to go together?

Su Hansheng looked at him suspiciously, suspecting that this person was coaxing himself again. The last time I was deceived by this snake into drinking and gambling, I was served by the deputy envoy, and this time I don't know what kind of moth there is.

"It's business! Yuan Qian raised his three fingers and swore an oath, and even opened his eyes, "There are a total of fifteen layers in the secret realm of Wendao, and although the foundation building period of spirit beasts from the third to the seventh layer can be dealt with, it is too risky to act alone, so it is best to act in a team.

Su Hansheng put away the longbow: "What about the thirteenth floor?" In his previous life, Xu Nan fell on the thirteenth floor.

Yuan Qian didn't understand why he had to ask the thirteenth floor during the foundation building period, but he still replied: "The thirteenth floor can only be entered by the monks of the Yuan Infant and the Transformation God Realm, even if Jin Dan enters by mistake, there is a risk of falling.

The cold voice was thoughtful.

Yuan Qian saw that there was a door, and said with a smile: Shaojun wants to come?

Although the cultivation of Shu Hansheng is the foundation building period, the accompanying spirit on his body can even block the arrows of Wubaili, which must be an extraordinary thing, if he can team up with Shaojun, this experience will be much easier.

Su coldly glared at him: No, last time I drank and shook the dice and was punished by my uncle, I haven't ...... yet Before he finished speaking, Xiao Shaojun was suddenly stunned, and his eyes widened.

Punished by his uncle....

Chongjue punished him for copying Buddhist scriptures twice!

Su Hansheng finally remembered this stubble, his face turned green, and he immediately threw away the longbow, flicked his sleeves and left.

Yuan Qian caught the longbow and looked at Wu Baili. How did this young gentleman get angry, as if he had been driven by a wolf.

Big big

The cold sound was indeed driven by the "wolf". That day, Chongjue seemed to say that he would hand over the Buddhist scriptures to him twice before the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens

Senior Brother Zhi, completely forgot about copying Buddhist scriptures.

As the sun sets, there is not much time left.

The sound of the cold hurriedly rushed back to Wuzhai, turned out the Buddhist scripture from the Yu chain, and hurriedly spread the paper to copy the scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, the words are cumbersome, the cold sound is dazzling, and the words are written like dogs, but he can't care about it.

After stumbling over and over again, the Buddhist scriptures were copied, and the time had passed.

Su Hansheng's eyes were already uncomfortable, and he struggled to copy the whole book, his eyes were already sour, and he was illuminated by the candle flame, and after a while, he began to shed tears uncontrollably.

Copying Buddhist scriptures was originally for meditation, but the cold sound was copied into a block. Crying and copying, I can't wait to die.

Just when the sound of the cold was about to drop the pen, the black magpie printed by the disciple on the side flashed slightly, and it seemed that someone had passed the sermon.

Su Hansheng yawned and nodded at the black magpie.

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Don't copy Buddhist scriptures, go to sleep.

A chill sounded and jumped up violently. Chongjue?!

Su Hansheng stared at the black magpie that was transmitted, and he only felt incredible. Why did Chongjue suddenly send him a message, and he also knew that he was copying Buddhist scriptures when he was not sleeping?

The discomfort of being spied on hit the tip of my heart, and after a shudder, I was about to send it back.

But he couldn't figure out how to reply alone, and he was afraid that he would accidentally hit the listening wall, so he could only stare at the black magpie with a breath of air, eager to stare it out of a hole.

Don't copy Buddhist scriptures anymore...

Go to sleep?

Scold.

Su Hansheng sneered, daring to underestimate him?

Shaojun was not sleepy immediately, wiped his tears and picked up the pen again, and began to write hard, copying it in the dark, which was bound to make Chongjue look at him differently.

When the last stroke fell, the morning bell of the Wendao Palace sounded faintly. It's dawn. Chilling Voice: .. …

I stayed up all night, my feet were already fluttering, I was stunned for a long time, and after writing a few words with a pen, I realized that I had finished copying the Buddhist scriptures, and I jumped up and sorted out the stacks of paper that had been copied one after another.

Although he didn't sleep all night, looking at the ink-drenched words, Su Hansheng felt a sense of satisfaction inexplicably.

That's amazing! Su Hansheng held the Buddhist scriptures and was proud.

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Su Hansheng sneered, and began to fantasize that he patted the Buddhist scriptures in front of Chongjue, and the Shizun, who had always been high and cold-eyed, said to him appreciatively: "I still thought that you couldn't finish copying the scriptures twice, but I was wrong, Xiao Xiao is indeed well-behaved, let's give you a few more clothes."

Thinking of this, Su Hansheng was so happy that he kicked his feet.

It's just that after washing his face, the water droplets on Xiao Shaojun's face couldn't stop falling down his jaw, and he stared at the water mirror for a long time, and suddenly "Ah!" With a thud, he plunged his face into the water.

Sure enough, after staying up all night, my brain began to be unclear.

What kind of madness did he just go to to want Chongjue to reward him with clothes?! What do you want to do with that raged clothes!

What he wants is Chongjue's perennial calm face to show guilt, remorse, and regret after seeing the two copied Buddhist scriptures, so that it is comfortable enough.

Feeling!

With a cold voice, his face stinked, and he changed his clothes and went out.

★Greatly.

The Wendao Festival is in the deep mountains and Daze ten miles away from the Wendao Palace.

The secret realm opens every year, in which the spirit plant, spirit mine, fierce beasts, and virus strains are different every year, and what is the turn depends on the luck of that class of students. - It is said that the secret realm that the students entered for a year was full of spirit plants and spirit mines, and a bunch of rare treasures were not guarded by half a spirit beast; But once it was a handful of spiritual creatures, and the beasts swarmed like mosquitoes.

Xu Nanzhi took the spirit boat to the place where he heard the Tao and sacrificed to the sky, and as soon as he fell, he saw the thunder rising from the ground into the air, and then exploded into bursts of lightning and thunder.

Su Hansheng hugged the pile of Buddhist scriptures, was shocked and cheered up, and said confusedly: "What is that?"

Immortal Monarch Thunder Tribulation. Xu Nanzhi casually explained his doubts, - it was those people who came out to celebrate the Wendao sacrifice to the heavens, and it was blown up every three quarters of an hour, and it will be blown up enough today to blow up ninety-nine eighty-one, which is called 'Immortal Monarch Thunder Tribulation'.

The cold voice seems to understand.

Although the Wendao Festival is in the deep mountains and Daze, but I don't know where the magic power came from every year, and I actually opened a square mayor street in a vacant lot below the Wendao Festival.

The students of the Ten University Palaces wore the mountain clothes of their respective school palaces and walked in the Fang City to buy things in full swing.

Su Hansheng glanced on tiptoe, and found that they actually asked for a hundred spirit stones for a bottle of spiritual liquid. Usually, ten spirit stones in the fang market are enough to buy a large bottle.

Most of the markets will have extremely high premiums. Xu Nanyu told him, "We are close to the school palace, what do you need to go back to the dormitory at night to buy again, don't be cheated."

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Xu Nanzhi saw the people of Xuezhai from a distance, and pointed in the direction of Shu Hansheng: Ahead, go up the steps, and the spirit mustard of the deputy head of the courtyard and the world lord are there.

Su Hansheng: Okay, senior brother, let's get busy first.

Hearing that there were so many people in the Dao Sacrifice, there would be no major incidents, and Xu Nanyu was not too worried, stroked his head, and walked away with a spear.

At noon, most of the students came early, and they chose their teammates to walk together in the secret realm of the Dao Sacrifice, and they all chatted in groups.

Su Hansheng had no intention of choosing his teammates, and only wanted to hand over the Buddhist scriptures to Chongjue.

Following the direction of Xu Nan's finger, Xiao Shaojun climbed up the steps, and the more he went up, the fewer people around him, until after the eighty-first step of the steps, a spiritual mustard overflowing with spiritual power appeared under an acacia tree.

It is the spirit mustard of the deputy head of the Wendao Academy.

Su Han hurriedly ran forward.

There was a black cat guarding outside the spirit mustard, and when he saw the cold sound from a distance, he tilted his head slightly, and with a "meow", he let the cold sound enter the spirit mustard enchantment.

As soon as the cold sound entered the spirit mustard, a smell of tea came to the face.

Looking up, I saw a man with soft eyebrows and eyes sitting in the first place to make tea, and when I saw him come in, I was slightly stunned, and a gentle and nostalgic smile appeared on my face.

Xiao Xiao is here.

Su Hansheng vaguely guessed that this person was Zou Zhi, the deputy head of the Wendao Academy, and bowed his head obediently: "I've seen the deputy head of the court." Zou Zhi sighed: As a father and son, Xiao Xiao and Xuan Lin really looked alike when they were young. Su Hansheng frowned slightly. He doesn't like others to compare him to Shu Xuanlin.

There was a slight "cough" sound from the side.

When the sound of the cold followed the prestige, I saw a young man dressed in white sitting on a chair, his jade-like fingers holding the porcelain lid and gently plucking the tea leaves, and his every move was indescribably graceful and noble.

……… And a strange feeling that is somewhat inconsistent with this look.

is obviously a young man, but his eyebrows, eyes and demeanor have been precipitated for many years and are old and calm. Only then did Zou Zhi realize that the words were wrong, so he quickly intercepted the words and said with a smile: Xiao Xiao sit down.

Shu Hansheng came back to his senses, sat next to him with his head bowed, and looked at the young man sitting beside him suspiciously. Who is this man? The facial features seem to be somewhat familiar, and I always feel that I have seen them somewhere.

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Su Han made an "oh" sound, and didn't think much about it, and quickly looked away, and asked with a blank eye: "Where's my uncle?" Why didn't you see him today?

Zou Zhi glanced at the white-clothed young man next to him vaguely, and then said: Xiao Xiao is in a hurry to find Shizun?

"Ahem, no. Su Hansheng didn't dare to say that he came to slap his uncle in the face with the Buddhist scriptures, and said dryly, "I am...... I haven't seen my uncle in days, and I miss him.

The young man in white paused slightly when he drank tea.

Zou Zhi looked at him in surprise. Think? Is the relationship between Xiao Shaojun and Shizun so good?

Xiao Xiao came unfortunately. Zou Zhidao, "World-honored...... Yesterday I was in retreat, but I came. "Chilling sounds: ...... Suke's Chill: !!

Everyone is stupid.

No, but it's coming?!

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Xiao Xiao: But my Buddhist scriptures are not copied in vain?!! [Thank you for your support, two more in one, there is a supplement from the last time, 100 red envelopes are dropped in the comment area of this chapter, I love you. 】