At one time, it can be barely said that it was accidental, or that Qingtong was too fast. But the second time, the young man stepped directly into it, and even a layman like Liu Shanling knew that he couldn't deceive himself - this young man, the method of the talisman was absolutely amazing!

In those few nights, several old men circled Qingtong's house countless times, so that Qingtong did not sleep well.

After those days, several old men often crowded into the young man's room and whispered his courtesy.

Here, it suddenly became the "academic holy place" of Wanjun Mountain.

As a result, Wan Junshan once wanted to trap this young man with a talisman and became a joke for Wan Junshan. And under someone's deliberate publicity, there is a second stain in the life of a certain black face who wants to trap Qing Tong with a talisman - the first stain is the word "sin" on his face.

People who engage in academics are generally not very sensitive to other messy things outside of academics, and they almost have to answer questions in the face of their favorite juniors, Qingtong Xiaotian, so even Liu Shanling can't stop Qingtong's understanding of Wanjunshan. First of all, the word "sin" above Liu Shanling's left face is the sin mark of the Dongcang Dynasty, which is said to have been left because Liu Shanling interceded for the rest of the Thousand Nights Dynasty. And this Ten Thousand Armies Mountain is actually a place of exile for criminal ministers. The scar on the face of the third master was actually a "sin" word originally, but it became the current scar under his own heavenly knife. It is said that the three masters were convicted because of a woman, who wanted to overlord the bow because she saved someone else's life, but she was caught raped in bed. It seems that he didn't eat that girl, and finally became his sister-in-law, and this matter has always been the favorite joke of his subordinates after he was assigned here. It's strange to say that this man didn't hesitate to cut his face to "sin" in front of Wanjun Mountain, but after arriving at Wanjun Mountain, he slowly became skinless and faceless, and he was the closest master to mix with his subordinates.

When Qing Tong first heard this story, he really couldn't cry or laugh, and he really didn't know what to say about this man. But after thinking about it carefully, I always felt a little sad, and as for why, Qingtong couldn't tell. But whenever there is a little sympathy, Qing Tong always thinks of his "unworthy name" name in his mind, and then instantly falls into an unstoppable joy - Bai Lingjun, a strong man with a scarred face, is actually called Bai Lingjun......

In fact, what Qing Tong cares about the most is the new "Kunlun Gongzi" who holds the jade Kunlun. Although the single combat is definitely the strongest of Liu Shanling, but in terms of the degree of terror and the ability to shake the rivers and lakes, no one present can take the right hand of the Han clan of Jade Kunlun!

But it is precisely for this new "Kunlun Gongzi", Han Yuli, and even the old guys who study Fu Zheng have only one sentence: "At the beginning, it was in Wanjun Mountain." "Extremely limited is known.

Qingtong is also inconvenient to ask, after all, he is an outsider. The questions he asked could only be regarded as anecdotes, and it could even be said that he was still under semi-house arrest. He didn't say a word about the "prince" behind Wanjun Mountain that he heard when he was pretending to be unconscious, or the person Wan Junshan was going to intercept and kill. Because he knew that every question he asked would eventually be reproduced in front of Liu Shanling one by one.

He stayed here quietly, don't know too much about the inside story of Wanjunshan, don't make trouble, wait for Wanjunshan to finish his own affairs and return to freedom; Liu Shanling is not embarrassed by him, and can even try to meet his requirements, let him enjoy a certain degree of preferential treatment here, and finally return to the north safely. This is a tacit understanding reached by two people silently, and they both endure each other, because they know that once anyone touches the red line, the two will only lose if they really fight.

At night, Qingtong sat at the table and was teaching Xiaobitou to play chess. The lights are yellowish, the little nose scratches the ears and cheeks, and the child taps the chess pieces slowly, his eyes are blank.

If he was on the mountain, he should be playing chess with his master at this moment, right? It seems that since he was a child, the master has never lost, but with his competitive character, the master can let him stick to the game. Because every time the chess game is completed, the master can always give him a feeling of "just a little bit to win", no matter how quickly Qing Tong's chess skills improve, this is the feeling after playing chess.

Suddenly, a timid voice came from his ear: "Young boy, I'm done, here." As he spoke, he pointed to a sunspot on the chessboard. Qing Tong looked at it, gasped, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"What the shit!"

After saying that, he shook his head again and again, and threw the chess pieces back into the chess box with great interest. Qingtong felt that the step of the little nose was completely dirty for his eyes - greedy for small profits, blocking his eyes, cutting off his own back road, and being extremely deaf. For this kind of stupid apprentice who can't teach, Qing Tong really has no patience at all, he just wants to see it out of sight, and he doesn't worry about it. With a wave of his hand, he let the little nose go out to rest.

The little nose lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes, a little aggrieved. Obviously, Qing Tong Fei pulled him over to teach him to play chess, but he didn't understand the rules very well, and Qing Tong fell like a fly, of course, he couldn't keep up.

Although Xiao Nose unintentionally choked Qing Tong last time, when Xiao Nose faced criticism of himself, his face was always flushed and he couldn't say anything to refute.

Qing Tong saw that Xiao Nose wanted to refute but couldn't speak, and even held back tears, and immediately blamed himself again. Coughed awkwardly:

"That, you're a big boy, what are you crying about......"

The little nose is still immersed in entanglement, feeling that Qingtong is too demanding, and disgusted that he is too stupid.

Qing Tong had no choice but to start comforting this more serious child, for the first time in his life - because no matter how much the taro was straightened, that guy would not cry.

"Little nose, it's my fault! Don't cry, take out your eloquence that hurt me that day, okay? I'm too demanding, I don't teach you well, I play chess, and I dislike you......"

Xiao Nose looked at the young man in front of him, who was not a few years older than himself, and took all the responsibility on his head, and suddenly felt a little funny, but more moved. In a short period of time, he and Brother Qingtong really didn't know each other. Xiao Nose is not really stupid, he knows that the person who can compete with the three masters must be a peerless master. Qing Tong doesn't have to worry about his own thoughts at all.

The little nose had clear eyes and looked at Qingtong.

Qingtong was relieved to see that the little nose was finally coaxed. But he suddenly thought that if this little nose just "um" and take the previous scenes of self-blame seriously, wouldn't he be injured again and again? Qingtong shook his head again and again: Hey, it's just that, don't mess with this kid in the future.

Before Xiao Nose could speak, Qing Tong said something more: "Little Nose, whether you believe me in your heart or not, I still have to say that you are the most talented martial arts person I have ever seen." "Of course, among the people I have seen, it must not include Qing Tong himself. However, Qingtong didn't say this sentence, not because he was embarrassed, but because he didn't believe it when he said that he didn't believe it, and it was he Qingtong himself who was hurt in the end.

Saying this more is not only to encourage the little nose, but also a point that Qing Tong has doubts about - this kind of talent, why doesn't Liu Shanling vigorously cultivate it? Now this little nose is only amazingly fast, and the spiritual power and martial arts are not much different from mortals, it is simply a tyrannical thing.

Xiao Nose's eyes dimmed for a moment, but the next moment he explained quietly: "I was picked up by the big boss from the side of the road when he was assigned to Wanjun Mountain. The big boss said that I was born with a spirit body, a top-level wind attribute. However, I have not been able to cultivate since I was a child, and my aura can only be maintained at the level at birth throughout my life. Therefore, I can only rely on my talent to devote all my energy to the cultivation of the extreme wind attribute in order to go far in the martial arts. ”

Qing Tong swallowed his saliva, and for the first time wavered from his master's sworn remarks. Before going down the mountain, the master clearly told himself that his martial arts talent was destined to be the best in this generation! But after going down the mountain, what kind of monsters did Qing Tong encounter? Yi Nanxing, Lin Shanyu, and Liu Shanling, who had a fight with him, plus the most terrifying little nose in front of him...... Wait, it seems that Liu Shanling is too old to be considered this generation......

A child, even if it is an extremely rare innate spirit, there is no way to change the absolutely fragile constitution of the child at birth. And Xiao Nose's spiritual power has not improved over the years, that is to say, his spiritual power was at this level when he was born. This spiritual power is naturally nothing to Qingtong at this age, but it should be considered a midstream level among his peers, and on a child....... Qingtong can already imagine what kind of aura the infant child should be when Liu Shanling rescued the little nose.

"Can I take your pulse?

Xiao Nose scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "No need." My physical condition, I know. ”

Qing Tong looked at those clear eyes, thought for a while, and asked a question that looked stupid: "Do you want to become a martial arts master?" In this world, how can there be a boy who doesn't want to become a peerless master? But sometimes, Qing Tong himself is thinking, if he doesn't have the talent to practice martial arts, it will be better.

The little nose's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Unexpected, reasonable. And obviously, the little nose that already knows the pain of cultivation is not a momentary hot blood - a cultivator, the lack of spiritual power for more than ten years is already a huge blow, and the little nose is the kind that has watched himself change from a genius to a fool, and the pain in his heart can be imagined. In addition, Liu Shanling obviously has no requirements for Xiao Nose, and Xiao Nose can completely give up his cultivation and quietly become a little junior who is favored by the big boss. If it weren't for any obsession, he wouldn't have clutched his remaining extreme attributes and was unwilling to let go.

But this also made Qing Tong even more curious, what kind of powerful obsession this simple and clean teenager has in his heart.

"Why?" Qing Tong fiddled with the chess pieces in the chess box with his fingers, his eyes were dim.

The tip of the small nose is obviously a little twisted, and he is not very willing to speak. There is no need to talk too much in front of a new "outsider", even if it is an "outsider" who has a good feeling.

Qing Tong was silent for a long time fiddling with the chess pieces, as if he was distracted. Xiao Nose shouted before he came back to his senses, and after coming back to his senses, he apologized again and again, saying that he didn't hear the reason for Xiao Nose just now, can you say it again.

The little nose didn't think it was funny, because just now, the big brother who usually smelled of sunshine was immersed in a dark color when he was silent.

The little nose is a little distressed, and I also feel that I am a little stingy. The purpose of one's own cultivation is not a big deal, and there is nothing that cannot be said.

"When I was sensible, the big boss told me that there was a girl who was abandoned with me back then. The boss told me that he was sure she wasn't dead and that I wanted to go find her!"

"So you have a sister too?"

Xiao Nose didn't pay much attention to the word "also", just shook his head: "I don't know if she's older than me or younger than me, or maybe it's my sister." ”

"Hmm. Qing Tong wanted to get up, but gave up again, and still sat quietly, the whole person was not very good, and he was like two people before the conversation.

Qingtong felt a little weak, but looking at the little nose and feeling a little nervous, the haze between his eyebrows was swept away, and he patted the head of the little nose with a laugh: "Don't worry about me, the first person in the world to have spiritual power is not blowing!"

The little nose laughed, and he didn't debunk the jokes of the big brother in front of him.

The moon was bright, and the voice of Qing Tong in a small room suddenly rose: "Little nose, what is your name?"

Xiao Nose was also infected by Qing Tong's sudden high-pitched emotion, and then shouted: "My name is Xiao Nose!"

Qing Tong was speechless for a while, and glared at the stupid boy: "I said my real name!"

The little nose felt weak in his heart, scratching his head, and happened to see that the eldest brother was obviously holding back a smile between his eyebrows, and he had some strength, and smiled happily: "My name is Feng Qianmo!"

The breeze was intoxicating, Qing Tong's eyes were calm, he slowly got up, and stood up: "My name, Feng Qing Tong!"

The surname of Kaede, the surname of the king of a thousand nights of the deceased dynasty.

Qing Tong, I wish Qing to be a child, and I will have no worries about the years.

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On Luoyun Mountain, on the edge of the chessboard, both of them frowned - the chessboard was suddenly chaotic, like clouds and mist, and both of them couldn't see the way forward. The white-haired old man and the black-haired middle-aged man glanced at each other, the white-haired old man stroked his long beard, his brows slowly stretched, looking into the distance, and sighed, relieved and sad.

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