Shu Hansheng has never had any great ambitions, and he didn't care much about cultivation in his previous life and this life, but now he was stimulated by Xu Nanyi and Chongjue of Yuanying, and began to think about how to practice.

The phoenix bone has been violent, and eighty percent will lie dormant for about half a month.

Su Hansheng touched his forehead, and always felt that the aftermath of this attack was very strange - not as weak and high fever as before, but the burning subsided, the meridians and spiritual power were smooth, and it was normal to make people panic.

Su Hansheng didn't have the energy to care about this for the time being, so he packed up the Buddhist scriptures, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that Jingyu's expression was complicated. "Senior Brother Wen, what's wrong?"

Wen Jingyu didn't quite understand if he had been in retreat for too long, whether young people now have two faces, or was there only a cold voice? He endured it for a long time, but still said softly with puzzlement: "You just ......"

Su Han made an "oh" sound, and his eyes made up nonsense without blinking: "I amused my uncle." Wen Jingyu: "......" can't tell. It's like adding to the blockage.

Once the people are divided into their own camps, the sound of the cold will be very familiar, listening to the noise not far away, it seems that someone is competing, happily dragging Wen Jingyu.

"Senior Brother Wen, let's go and join in the fun."

Wen Jingyu eats fasting and worshipping Buddha all year round, and the snow on the top of Mount Meru is full of wind and food, except for when Xiao Xiao lived when he was young, he once let the wind and snow stop for thousands of years for several months, and the ice and snow are cold and temper the mood has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

People who have been sitting in meditation in the snow-capped mountains for hundreds of thousands of years are naturally quiet, and a cold sound is enough to chirp, not to mention going to the crowd. Wen Jingyu was about to refuse, but Su Hansheng had already grabbed his wrist and rushed towards the altar with a puff of smoke. Wen Jingyu: ".........

The young man who was only seventeen years old was at the age of vitality, and he looked at the thin and weak with great strength, and he couldn't refuse to pull Wen Jingyu all the way to trot.

In his previous life and present life, he didn't have much opportunity to join in the fun, but now he likes to go to crowded places, and thinks that other people also like him to gather and have fun.

Wen Jingyu lowered his eyes and looked at the hand of Su Hansheng, and saw him cheering like a house finch jumping on his toes, he was silent for a long time and still didn't let go, and indulged him to walk quickly.

The young man's black hair was too long, and the ends of his hair were still curly, and when he ran, he almost threw the seaweed-like hair on his face. The floating clouds covered the cold sound with a veil of mist, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were even more scorching.

Su Hansheng had just run a few steps, and saw that the senior brothers of Moti Zhai were carrying the cannon-like thing, thundering towards the sky, planning to crack and blow up the "Immortal Monarch Thunder Tribulation".

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The cold sound quickly covered his ears. Rao is like this, he was still shocked when the "thunder tribulation" soared into the sky.

When the thunder stopped, Su Hansheng put down his hand and looked back, Wen Jingyu was long and jade, but the eyebrows and eyes of the young man were ancient, cold and indifferent, and seemed to be unmoved by the thunder that rushed to the sky.

Shu Hansheng sighed with emotion: "Which school palace is Senior Brother Wen from?"

The surroundings were full of noisy students, Wen Jingyu only felt that the air was a little dirty, his brows were slightly furrowed without a trace, and his tone was cold: "Chongyun Academy." "

Su Hansheng was at a loss, is there a school palace of Chongyun in the Ten University Palaces?

But Wen Jingyu didn't look like a liar, he nodded as if he didn't understand: "It turned out to be the senior brother of the Chongyun Academy, this academy is very good, the students are all peerless, and there are many heroes!"

Wen Jingyu: "......"

Seeing that the young man was talking about it, Wen Jingyu's cold eyes also flashed an imperceptible smile helplessly. The appearance of a serious nonsense is rare.

Wen Jingyu lowered his eyes and looked at the "Chongyun Academy" that did not exist in Nazan, and when he swept away, he saw that several students who had roared the "Immortal Monarch Thunder Tribulation" sneaked back again, and slammed the magic circle on the cumbersome machine artillery.

Caught off guard, there was another "Immortal Monarch Thunder Tribulation".

Seeing that the thundering spiritual power had rushed to the sky, the cold voice was still chattering about how good the Chongyun Academy Palace was.

Wen Jingyu recalled the appearance of the young man who was shocked enough, Mo Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he took half a step forward suddenly, and his slender and slightly cool five fingers quickly covered the ears of the cold sound.

Su Hansheng's voice stopped in summer, and he looked up at him blankly.

The next moment....

"Boom-"

The thunderstorm exploded in the sky, crackling and flashing with purple-gold thunder.

This "thunder tribulation" almost rose into the air at a height of 100 zhang, and the Wendao School Palace could actually see it really.

Zhuang Lingxiu walked out of Siwangzhai with his sword in his hand, and when he heard the movement, he looked sideways at the sky slightly, and his brows were slightly raised. It's almost noon, and the festival is about to begin.

has been participating for three consecutive years, and it is nothing more than the Heavenly Master of the Immortal Alliance welcoming the gods, and he is tired of hearing some words that have not changed for hundreds of years.

Zhuang Lingxiu was ready to go home, and when he left Siwangzhai, he did not go to the gate of the palace, but walked slowly to the dormitory of the students of Liuyaozhai. Most of the students have already gone to the Dao Festival, and there are only a few people in the school palace.

Zhuang Lingxiu walked slowly to the flower-bed-like house, where the name of the fasting was hung from the flower clusters. - Shen Tan Zhai

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The students of Liuyao Zhai are often lacking in three and five disadvantages, and the fasting house given by the Taoist Palace is the most blessed place, and you can feel the rich spiritual power as soon as you enter it.

The spiritual grass and spiritual plants that Zhuang Lingxiu had never seen before were planted in the courtyard of Shen Tanzhai, and they were very valuable at a glance.

Zhuang Ling's robe swept over the clusters of epiphany on both sides of the path, and knocked on the closed door with a very polite knock. "Void, can I go in?"

There was no response in the house. Zhuang Lingxiu waited patiently for ten breaths, then saluted first and then soldiers, and drew his sword without blinking his eyes and slammed the door open.

With a sword intent, the door was smashed into sawdust and scattered to the ground. Zhuang Lingxiu bowed slightly: "...... Then I'll come uninvited. "

Probably shocked by this movement, on the couch in the outer room, Lan Xubai, who was dressed in snow-white cranes, leaned on the soft pillow and coughed, he seemed to want to say something but couldn't stop coughing, so he could only raise his hand and climb the edge of the small case.

The slender fingers used all their strength, and the joints turned white.

Lan Xubai was so weak that he didn't seem to have half of his blood on his body, only his lips coughed as if he was holding blood. "Ahem...... Spiritual, devotional...... Let's go in. "

Zhuang Lingxiu laughed, put his sword into the sheath, and said lightly: "Lan Shenzhi, I need to explain."

Lan Xubai's face was full of death, and he coughed so much that he almost lost his breath. "Slightly, ahem...... Wait for me for a while, cough ......... Cough up. Zhuang Devotional: "......"

Zhuang Lingxiu originally came to Xingshi to ask about his sin, but seeing this, he pulled out his conscience from his iron and stone heart, and held Lan Xubai's hand to input a spiritual power.

There were a bunch of things scattered on the small table, three copper coins were still stained with blood, and there was a palm-sized spirit boat in the small box next to it that shone slightly.

It was the one Xu Nan lost with.

Lan Xubai finally stopped coughing, and said, "Can you bother to give me a sip of wine?" Zhuang Lingxiu glanced at him: "Sooner or later, you will have to die on wine." Having said that, he still took the flask out of Yu's pants and threw it over.

Lan Xubai took a sip of wine, and his face, which was as white as paper, finally felt better.

"Thank you, the people in Liuyazhai refused to give me wine - I drank a few chopsticks when I went back to the Long Night Tower, and when I came back, I almost scolded me to death."

Zhuang Lingxiu rolled his eyes.

Lan Xubai drank all the people from the other school palaces with the strength of one person, and finally happily poured the jar into his mouth. How many chopsticks is that called?

Zhuang Lingxiu didn't bother to talk about him, and sat in Lan Xubai in his robe

On the other side, the five fingers played with the spirit boat at will, and got straight to the point: "You don't want to stop the north from going north to smell the Taoist sacrifice, why, is there something in the divination?"

Lan Xubai has reached the peak of his six divination arithmetic, but because he is weak and sick, he has been unable to make up eight points, and he has stayed in the Wendao School Palace for five years.

Most of the people who are proficient in divination are deficient in three and five disadvantages, some lack wealth and power, and Lan Xubai lacks life, which is destined to be short and premature. Zhuang Lingxiu estimated that the reason why he did not become a teacher was that Bacheng also needed the Fuze Zhai House of Wendao School Palace to save his life.

"Dead hexagram."

Even after being discovered, Lan Xubai did not hide it, leaning on the soft pillow sickly, and the facial features and eyebrows were still with a depressed bright color.

"After the attack on the boat, I calculated the auspicious culprit of the Wendao sacrifice this time, but the hexagram could not be seen at all, and the backlash was extremely heavy, so I took the opportunity to take advantage of the unknown to watch the auspicious and culprit of the Wendao sacrifice."

Xu Nanzhi is already the best among the Yuan Infants, if his hexagram is also uncertain, then it can show that this year's Wendao sacrifice is a big murderer.

Lan Xubai thought that "uncertain life and death" was the most serious hexagram, but he didn't expect that Xu Nan's hexagram would be counted several times...... It's all dead.

Zhuang Lingxiu frowned.

Lan Xubai covered his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood, he didn't drink medicine, he held Zhuang Lingxiu's wine jug and drank non-stop, like a drunkard with a seizure of alcohol.

Xu Nan's hexagram was too dangerous, and Lan Xubai wanted to test whether it was his own hexagram or the whole Wendao sacrifice, so he tried to take it

After Xu Nan took the Lingzhou, he calculated another hexagram.

Lan Xubai's bones were fragmented, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table. "Hexagram ......"

Zhuang Lingxiu was dragged by Xu Nansheng to go to Liuyao Zhai to attend class, and he vaguely knew about this hexagram. Obey the heavens.

Zhuang Lingxiu didn't know what to think, Huo Ran got up and was about to leave. Lan Xubai suddenly reached out and grabbed him. "Devotional."

Zhuang Lingxiu looked at him sideways.

"Heaven is clear."

Lan Xubai didn't look like a dying person at all, his thin hand was extremely powerful, and he clasped Zhuang Lingxiu's wrist tightly, and his gray eyes seemed to be able to see through all the causes and effects in the world, which was cold and dull, making people shudder.

His red lips moved slightly, and his eyes were cold: "Don't do anything to set yourself on fire."

Zhuang Lingxiu looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled, and he said lightly: "Is this the hexagram you sent me?"

Lan Xubai's eyes didn't blink, he usually didn't have enough breath when he spoke, and he had to breathe for a long time when he said a few words, but the tone at this time was like that

Like thunder, there was a loud sound, with a cold anger.

"Yes, if you intervene, you will not be dead.

He didn't say anything to meddle, but Zhuang Lingxiu, who had always been faint, shrank his pupils. Lan Xubai was about to say another when there was a sudden commotion outside Shen Tanzhai.

Someone came running up and shouted, "I smell wine! He must be stealing a drink again!" You dog's nose, Senior Brother Lan is so sick that he can't get up, where can I steal wine and drink!" I can't be wrong, I swear by my path!"

Lan Xubai's face, which was still unfathomable, suddenly turned as white as paper, and he hurriedly drank the last sip of wine in the wine jug, choked and coughed for a while, and was still busy hiding the wine jug in the corner.

But he was too weak to even have a place to hide on his couch.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Lan Xubai hurriedly stuffed the wine jug into Zhuang Lingxiu's hand and hurriedly said, "Quick, cough! Hurry up and put it in your pants! Please! When I'm ready, I'll help you have a baby. "

Zhuang Lingxiu: "......" pity him for his young age, there are a bunch of stinky men who want to help him have children.

Seeing Zhuang Lingxiu put the wine jug into Yu pants without saying a word, Lan Xubai breathed a sigh of relief. He skillfully pinched the trick to dissipate the smell of alcohol on his body, and drank a few sips of the warm medicine on the side to make sure that there was only the smell of medicine in his mouth.

It's a well-trained set of moves - it doesn't look like a dying sick person can do it. Someone from outside just rushed in.

Several students dressed in the robes of the Liuyazhai Bagua Array came quickly, their brows furrowed and staring at Lan Xubai.

Lan Xubai took a small sip of the residual medicinal juice at the bottom of the bowl, and when he saw this, he put the bowl down, and the crane on his shoulder fell to his elbow, and his pale and sick face was just the right amount of doubt.

"What's wrong, didn't you get the medicine left by the little doctor fairy?"

The young man at the head ignored him, and his nose moved slightly, as if he was sniffing the wine.

Lan Xubai drank the medicine, a slight smile appeared on his beautiful and disgusted face, and his temper was so good that he let him sniff around him.

After sniffing it twice, it didn't seem to smell any wine.

The young man's angry expression instantly subsided, and his eyebrows softened: "I blame Senior Brother for mistake - what is a good day today, Senior Brother actually drank the medicine without coaxing?"

Lan Xubai smiled and nodded: "I chatted with my friends for a few words, and I was in a good mood." ”

Zhuang Lingxiu crossed his arms and saw Lan Xubai pretending there. Only then did the young man notice Zhuang Lingxiu on the side, and hurriedly saluted: "I've seen Zhuang Dog...... Senior Brother Zhuang. ”

Although > Zhuang dog is used to being scolded as a "dog", it will not work if it dances in front of him.

He laughed, his fingers pulling out of Yu's pants

The pure wine jug said gently: "Yes, every time Xubai drinks wine, he can drink a few jars of medicine with a radiant face - next time I coax him to drink medicine, just give him a few sips of wine, save trouble."

Lan Xubai:

……

Others: .. …

Lan Xu's white eyes widened: "Spirituality?" He didn't offend this man!

Zhuang Lingxiu didn't care, and attacked directly and indiscriminately.

The young man was silent for a long time, and suddenly said angrily: "Lan Shenzhi's !!"

Lan Xu's white face turned white: "I...... I didn't, ahem! Don't believe him......... Cough poof!"

Does Alcohol Matter?! This flask is so big...... Saliva! You're still out of drink?! I didn't, I didn't, just one bite!

Scold! One sip of you is half a year's worth of alcohol for others.

Ahhh Brother! Wake up, brother! Get the medicine! Where's the little medicine fairy?!

The angry young man saw Lan Xubai who had fainted with his eyes closed, and sneered: What kind of medicine to take, bring wine to him to drink! Everyone was shocked: Are you crazy?! Sick like this, still.

As soon as the words fell, Lan Xubai, who had "fainted", opened his eyes dyingly, and struggled to climb the small case with his hand: Wine? Where is the wine?

All:......

Zhuang Lingxiu didn't care about burying it, and after putting down the "evidence of crime" wine jug in a leisurely manner, he stepped on the roar and cough on the ground, and Shi Shiran left the Shen Tan Zhai where the chickens flew and the dogs jumped.

With such kung fu, a Immortal Monarch Thunder Tribulation exploded again in the sky. The thunder crackled and dissipated.

Walking on the long street like a lantern festival, I felt strange when I saw anything. Wen Jingyu followed, pursing her lips and not knowing what she was thinking.

Su Hansheng walked to a stall and squatted there to look, but he swept Wen Jingyu and thought: "Good girl, this person won't plot against me.

Catch him from the steps, hold his ankles without getting dirty... Without asking for anything in return, he agreed to team up with him during the foundation building period. Just returned ...... Cover his ears too!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt right, squatting there strangely, not chattering like Fang Cai and talking nonsense.

r / > Chongjue told him in his previous life.

There is no goodwill in the world for no reason, and nine times out of ten, he has a plan for you.

Su Hansheng leaned on his arms and said vaguely: "...... But he saved me from that terrible formation. ”

Chongjue wrapped his dark hair between his fingers, and said lazily: He doesn't know you, and he has no plans, why should he save you? I don't know. Su Hansheng said obediently, It seems that he said something strange, I don't understand.

Chongjue's wide robe was tucked together, wrapping the whole person of Su Hansheng, he leaned down and dropped a kiss at random between the sound of Su Hansheng, laughed lowly, and taught him.

From now on, if anyone treats you well for no reason, there is no need to doubt it, and you will be beaten as a wicked person with bad intentions, and you can kill it.

Su Hansheng said sickly: "Plotting against me? I don't have anything. ”

Chongjue laughed, his five fingers gently caressing the pale and glamorous face of Su Hansheng, and his tone was sickly yin, but his eyebrows and eyes were soft.

"Skin, Spirit......... Anything has a plot against it. There are so many wicked people in the world that there are always some people who prefer quirks that are so grotesque that ordinary people can't understand - for example, someone can lust for a pair of hands. Look, looking at the human appearance of a dog, but in fact, in his heart he was thinking about how to cut off this beautiful finger and take it for himself.

These words sounded fluttering, but they made the cold voice of the unworldly people creepy.

Especially when Chongjue talked about "beautiful fingers", he smiled and held the weak and boneless hand of the cold sound to his lips, and gently grasped the hot fingers.

The snow-white pupils seemed to be able to see, staring directly at the cold sound, as if they wanted to devour him into their stomachs.

Shu Hansheng's hand shook violently, and he subconsciously wanted to retract his hand.

Chongjue laughed, put his teeth away, and kissed the palm of the cold sound softly and casually, bringing out a false bond and warmth. Dark. Don't be afraid—remember my words obediently, and those who treat you well for no reason have ulterior motives.

I don't know if I'm tired and confused, my mind is a little unclear, I tilted my head for a while, and asked, "Then what are you plotting against me?"

Chongjue paused, and after a while, he seemed to be smiling. Plotting against you as a person.

Su Hansheng looked straight at him. Chongjue smiled at the corner of his lips, waiting for his reaction.

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Plotting against him as a person. …

That is to want the phoenix bone.

Chongjue: ......

Chongjue's smile stiffened, he lifted a gap in his robe, and his snow pupils stared at the cold sound, and the anger on his body almost overflowed.

Su Hansheng didn't react to the cold killing intent around him, and he fell asleep after a while.

After being reborn for so long, Su Hansheng also vaguely knew that what Chongjue taught him was too extreme, but it was not all wrong. Like now.

Su Hansheng squatted there and wondered what Wen Jingyu was planning for him. He has not cultivated, the phoenix bones have not been exposed, and the third... …

There was a bronze mirror on the stall, and Su Hansheng glanced at it inadvertently, and suddenly made an "ah" sound.

He had no concept of appearance, only remembered that the mouthy little guy in the Long Night Building a few days ago had praised himself for his "rare and outstanding appearance". Could it be that Wen Jingyu has taken a fancy to his face?

Is it possible?

This Senior Brother Wen doesn't look like Chongjue in his previous life, he is a person who sees color and is interested.

Wen Jingyu stood aside with his hands down, his hands slightly twisted his fingertips in his sleeves, and he always felt that the strange touch when he covered the young man's ears was still on his hands.

It was useless to pinch a few cleansing tips, so I had to find a place to clean my hands with water.

Wen Jingyu was trying to find a reason to say goodbye, but saw that Su Hansheng was holding the bronze mirror and looking left and right, as if it was stinking. Wen Jingyu: ...

Sensing that Wen Jingyu was looking at himself, Su Hansheng hurriedly put the mirror down, and saw that the stall was selling a message and a ring, so he quickly changed the topic. "Senior Brother Wen, let's buy the right finger ring, it seems that we can communicate in the secret realm."

It has become a custom to travel together in the secret realm of the Taoist sacrifice, because it is impossible to use ordinary spiritual weapons in the secret realm, and a strange spiritual weapon is specially made every year.

The name is derived from the word "amber mustard", and the finger rings of the two storable rings are engraved with dense runes: one made of amber and the other is a four-petal mustard grass carved with dragon and phoenix lamp jade.

After dripping blood to recognize the master, the two finger rings can communicate with each other in the secret realm, which is extremely convenient.

Su Hansheng picked up two and showed them to Wen Jingyu. Wen Jingyu said lightly: If you want to buy it, you can buy it.

Seeing that he was confused, he took out the spirit stone from Yu's pants and bought a pair of finger rings.

He chose at random, did not look at the size, and wore the mustard grass finger rings on the five fingers one by one, and finally could only wear it on the thumb as a wrench, and it was loose and fell off almost at any time.

Su Hansheng didn't care, and picked up another amber finger ring, unceremoniously

Grabbed Wen Jingyu's hand hanging on the side and tried to put it on Wen Jingyu.

Wen Jingyu:

Wen Jingyu's hand finally disappeared the feeling of flooding again.

His brows furrowed, and he was about to withdraw his hand with a calm face, but the cold voice was clenched: "Don't move, I'll try to see which one can be worn...... Your hands are so big, my thumb is still loose, and your ring finger is just right.

Wen Jingyu: ......

After Shu Hansheng put on the finger ring, he opened the formation with the help of the stall owner.

Sure enough, the four-petal grass mustard on the Su Hansheng finger ring actually turned the direction together, swaying towards the amber finger ring on Wen Jingyu's hand, pulling each other.

Su Hansheng felt that this thing was really magical, and circled around Wenjingyu a few times, and found that no matter where he went, the mustard grass was always facing the direction of Wenjingyu Amber, and he was having a lot of fun.

Wen Jingyu became more and more uncomfortable, and was about to call Shu Hansheng to leave.

A familiar voice came from the side: Shaojun?

Su Hansheng poked his head out from behind Wen Jingyu and looked at it: Begging for Zhao?

The beggar bowed. Su Hansheng frowned: Why do you look like this ghost?

The decline of Qi Fu Zhao's translation of Su Hansheng was just complete, and at this time, it seemed as if he had stayed up for eight more nights, his eyes were blank, and he saw that he was even wearing his robe backwards.

He smiled reluctantly: I translated a few books for Senior Brother Jin, but I didn't stay up for too long.

Su Hansheng saw that Qi Fu Zhao's feet were fluttering, and he reached out to help him: Didn't Senior Brother Zhuang say, everything is up to you, no one can force you, can't you refuse?

Qi Fu Zhao shook his head: "You can't make a mistake when you hear the Dao sacrifice, this is also for the good of other students."

Su glared at him with a cold voice. How can this person be like a little white flower, let others bully!

However, since Qi Fu Zhao was voluntary, Su Hansheng didn't say much, he nodded: "Jin Yiyuan should have given you a lot in return, is it a spirit stone?"

Qi Fu Zhao nodded: Well, I translated five books in three days, and Senior Brother Jin gave a hundred spirit stones.

Su Hansheng nodded: Count him generous....... Wait a minute! How much was given?

Hundred?!

Qi Fu Zhao nodded.

Su Hansheng said angrily: "Why don't you ask for more?!"

Begging Fu Zhao said: "Senior Brother Jin...... said that his spirit stones were all taken to compensate

Long Night Tower, there are no extra spirit stones. "Su Hansheng: ....

Su Hansheng fell to his back in anger, even more angry than being cheated of money.

When the two were talking, Wen Jingyu was silent, and the quiet Mo Qing eyes looked at Qi Fu Zhao faintly. This person looks gentle and cowardly, but in the eyes of Wen Jingyu, who has lived for thousands of years, the method of hiding his thoughts can be called clumsy.

Begging Fu Zhao seems to be able to eat exactly what kind of cold sound to eat, every sentence is innocent, every word is pitiful, maybe he didn't notice it himself, but his behavior and demeanor reveal the urgency of the fallen abyss person desperately absorbing the ray of sunshine that leaks from the cracks.

Su Hansheng couldn't eat this set, staring at Qi Fu Zhao, looking like he hated iron but not steel, and wished that he would kill all sides like in his previous life.

At least it won't make people sound so aggrieved.

"Let's go." Shu Han said in a cold voice, "I'll take you to Jin Yiyuan."

Begging Zhao Nene: Shaojun, I'm really fine, we're about to enter the secret realm, so don't be too troubled by such a trivial matter as me.

Su Han glared at him: Shut up.

Qi Fu Zhao: ......

Wen Jingyu saw that Qi Fu Zhao had no malicious intentions, and he did not stop it. Since the two of them were going to look for someone, it was inconvenient for him to follow, so he took half a step back and prepared to leave.

Su Hansheng calmed down Qi Fu Zhao, looked back at Wen Jingyu, and said as it should be: "Senior Brother Wen, this time I will rely on you to support the field."

Wen Jingyu: ?

Qi Fu Zhao didn't expect Xiao Shaojun to be so reckless, he really wanted to go to Jin Yi Yuan, and said busily: Shaojun should be restless, and the students of the school palace are not allowed to be selfish

fight, and this three-day sacrifice ceremony needs to be calm, and no quarrels are allowed, if the people of the Punishment Hall see it......

Shu Hansheng hurriedly "shhh

Seeing Wen Jingyu looking at him, he coughed dryly: "He said it, Senior Brother Wen doesn't have to worry, you just stand there, I have my own way to let him spit out other spirit stones."

Wen Jingyu looked at him lightly.

Su Hansheng thought that he was afraid of the Punishment Hall, and hurriedly said: "Take 10,000 steps back, even if you really get caught by the Punishment Hall, don't be afraid......

Wen Jingyu's eyes were cold, and he planned to hear what he had to do to "get out" from the punishment hall.

But when he heard the cold voice, he patted his heart: "When the time comes, if the deputy envoy asks him to call the elder, I will call my uncle."

Wen Jingyu:

?

Anyway, Chongjue is in retreat, and the deputy envoy doesn't have the courage to let the Shizun of Mount Meru out of the customs because of this. Even if you are sued afterwards, the big deal is to copy the Buddhist scriptures a few times.

Su Hansheng painted a cake for Wen Jingyu. "My uncle loves me, even if he causes a big disaster, he won't beat me and scold me, don't worry, Senior Brother Wen."

Senior Brother Wen: ..