In the middle of summer, the heat is unstoppable, and the performance of the martial arts pavilion is in full swing.

Since Mu Shengxun came back, he has changed his normal behavior and plunged into the competition platform, personally 'guiding' the Qi cultivation disciples every day.

As soon as the news came out, it was very exciting, and countless new disciples took advantage of their spare time to go to the test table to receive the teachings.

Many deacons were greatly moved, and lo and behold, the disciples of their Cangjian Sect really knew how to forge ahead more and more.

Cheng Zhaozhao in the bamboo forest did not go out for a few days.

"No, don't swipe with your claws!"

"Giggles!"

"Yes, that's it, and then aim at me. ”

"Wow!"

"Don't move!"

Chisaku's eyes were blazing, standing motionless on a stake, with a talisman in his mouth.

Cheng Zhaozhao, who was directly opposite it, counted the time.

"That's it!"

Hearing this, Qianli immediately let go of his mouth, and the talisman fell down.

Cheng Zhaozhao stepped forward to pick it up and check it.

This is a shadow talisman, which records the every move of Fang Cai Cheng Zhaozhao on the opposite side of thousands of miles.

Cheng Zhaozhao was very satisfied, and patted Qianli's head: "It seems that you have the talent to do this business." ”

As he spoke, he hung a storage bag around Chisa's neck and said, "Try opening this." ”

Chisato pecked lightly with his sharp beak, and took out a new shadow talisman from inside.

This time it was a surprise to Cheng Zhaozhao.

"Yes, yes, it's Tianying Haidong, a storage bag is really difficult for you. ”

Clairvoyant glance, toe high.

"Okay, I know you're smart. Isn't it possible to add food tonight?" Cheng Zhaozhao had already figured out Qianli's temper.

Being able to open the storage bag is naturally one step closer to what she wants to do.

Cheng Zhaozhao said with a smile: "There are five shadow talismans in this, so I will use them according to the method I just taught you." No matter what you record, the only requirement I have now is that there must be a disciple inside, and no disciple will find out yet. ”

Chisato shook his head, alternating his left and right paws.

"Is this difficult?"

Chisato still ignored her.

"A shadow talisman for a meal of meat. One serving of braised and steamed, one for deep-frying. ”

"Giggles!"

Chisato nodded and went out with a storage bag.

"Don't be discovered!"

"Giggles!"

"I was found and came back after being beaten. ”

“......”

Thousands of miles out of the door, Cheng Zhaozhao poured out a lot of jade slips.

Most of these were obtained by Jun Xin, and she originally thought of taking these jade slips to Fang City in exchange for merit points. But when I thought that Jun Xin was a Cangjian Sect monk, I am afraid that most of the jade slips here were in the Library Pavilion.

If she sells it in the market, won't she wait for someone from the Precept Hall to come to her door?

She still wants to find Liu Fatzi to sell, but now that she has become a disciple of the Cangjian Sect, she should also have the consciousness of a disciple of the sect, and many of the jade slips in it may not be passed on.

Thinking about it like this, although these jade slips are precious, most of them have become unable to see the light, so she can only cover Baoshan alone and secretly feel sad.

Without a source of income from spirit stones, you can only earn merit points by doing sect tasks.

Of course, she can also show a lot in the rest of her schoolwork.

Thinking of the five hundred merit points obtained in the last art class, Cheng Zhaozhao was also quite happy.

At this moment, the ban was touched, Cheng Zhaozhao opened the ban, and a red pig's head poked in.

Cheng Zhaozhao was taken aback and slapped it out with a backhand.

"Ouch...... It's even. "The 'unknown object' that fell in the pile of dead leaves was a no-brainer.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked behind the door: "Who are you?"

"Always ——!"

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Cheng Zhaozhao looked at the pig's head face lifted from the dead leaves, and the blue nose and swollen face couldn't tell who it was, but the figure and the magic robe could be seen.

"Chang Le, why did you become like this?" Cheng Zhaozhao was stunned and helped her into the door.

Chang Le limped in with a miserable scream, and began to cry as soon as he entered the door: "Woo, Senior Brother Mu is really, really ruthless...... said that he didn't hit people in the face, and he still ...... me This Yazi. Woo-"

"So Mu Shengxun beat you like this?" Cheng Zhaozhao was a little suspicious of his ears.

Although he didn't have much contact with Mu Shengxun, he gave people the impression that he was cold and arrogant, and he wouldn't take care of people when he was idle.

"How did you provoke him?" Cheng Zhaozhao was simply curious.

So, Chang Le intermittently told what happened in the Yanwu Pavilion.

The craze for recruiting disciples in the Divine Sword Pavilion was in full swing.

The rules for selection have also been changed from learning swordsmanship to fighting against Mu Shengxun.

At first, this news caused an uproar, and the disciples all poured into the Yanwu Pavilion with excitement.

It's just that one by one, the youthful disciples went in, and when they came out, they all became this pig-headed face without exception.

Even many female disciples in the sect with beautiful faces and moon looks could not escape their doom.

Chang Le naturally went with the idea of being able to get close to Senior Brother Mu, but before she could react, she became like this.

The injury was not serious, but what made her sad was that she became like this in front of Mu Shengxun.

And the person who did it was Mu Shengxun himself.

As soon as he said this, Chang Le's mentality collapsed, and he cried tears and snot.

Cheng Zhaozhao was applying medicine to Chang Le's face, and laughed very unconscionable.

Chang Le narrowed his eyes: "I'm so miserable, you still laugh." ”

"I'm sorry, I just can't hold back! I know it's not his opponent, and you go over, isn't this sent to find a fight?" haha......"

"Zhaozhao!" Chang Le puffed out his face and cried out in pain.

"Good, good. ......I won't laugh anymore!

"It's been five years! From the first time I met him to now, I have admired my brother for five years, but I didn't expect that the first time I heard him say to me was 'the beginning', and the first face-to-face contact was a beating. Why am I so miserable!" Chang Le was so sad that he vomited.

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The elixir applied to her face quickly took effect, and her face returned to its original state.

It's just that this wound in my heart won't heal for a while.

Cheng Zhaozhao comforted him, but he didn't forget to cook thousands of miles of braised pork.

The fragrance spread in the bamboo building, and Chang Le, who was choked, sniffed hard and approached.

"Hello, still want to make food to comfort me. ”

"It's for Chisato. ”

Chang Le's face immediately collapsed, and his face was full of grievances.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhaozhao said casually: "Otherwise, you can taste it." ”

Chang Le waited for this sentence, picked up the chopsticks on the side, and sandwiched a piece of meat.

"En!" Chang Le's eyes lit up when he ate, and he nodded again and again: "It's delicious!"

"Leave some for Chisato. ”

Chang Le turned his sadness into appetite, and ate a plate of meat clean, then wiped his mouth, got up and pointed to the sky, and said resolutely: "Hmph, any senior brother is bullshit, he dares to slap me in the face, he is my enemy!" From now on, I will ...... him when I see him once."

"What are you doing?" Cheng Zhaozhao said curiously.

Chang Le said angrily: "I'll scold him once!

This is turning grief and anger into strength.

Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly gave a thumbs up: "Conscious!"