Ying Qingzhou hasn't taken any action yet.

As the person involved in this topic, Nan Shuai kicked the man aside with a dark face: "Move away, you're blocking the way."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Zhan Zhaolin touched his butt, puzzled: "Teacher, why is Shuai angry again? I didn't do anything wrong."

Ying Qingzhou: “…” You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s you who said it wrong.

He also didn't want to pay attention to this person with low emotional intelligence.

Follow Nan Shuai away.

At an angle where no one could see him, he put the feathers he had hidden to his nose and sniffed: There was no smell of roast duck at all.

You must be crazy about eating duck.

"Teacher, are you also trying to satisfy your hunger by looking at the smell of duck?" He didn't have time to retract his movements before Zhan Zhaolin, who had caught up with him, saw him.

“…”

How can you satisfy your hunger by smelling duck?

You’ve heard of “looking at plums to quench thirst” and “looking at the smell of ducks to quench hunger”. What are these things?

Ying Qingzhou glanced at him and said, "Talking is forbidden in the sect."

“…”

If you can’t speak, you can’t speak.

It’s not like there is no other way. Zhan Zhaolin made a threatening gesture and made a grunting sound, as if he had something to say.

Many people from the sect looked over.

Ying Qingzhou was embarrassed: "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly."

"Teacher, I actually have prepared a unique gift for you." He said mysteriously with a flattering smile on his face.

He waited until Nan Shuai was not around and it was just him and the teacher.

After all, he has to save face.

"Um?"

Seeing that he wanted to wait for Yaoyao to leave before taking out the gift, Ying Qingzhou laughed and scolded: "Why are you being so mysterious about a gift?"

Say that.

But he was still very much looking forward to it. It was rare for a younger person to send him a gift. Although there were twists and turns along the way, at least it was there.

It's better than sending bees and bugs.

"Teacher, that's a mistake." Zhan Zhaolin said like a little adult: "Life always has a sense of ritual."

“…”This kid also understands the sense of ritual?

He doesn't speak.

Waiting for the greeting gift from his disciple.

Zhan Zhaolin stretched out a hand and clenched it into a fist. Under Ying Qingzhou's questioning gaze, he held up his hand which had just been empty.

A rose appears.

“Dangdangdang.”

“…”

"How about it, teacher? Is my magic trick amazing?" He thought he was amazing, and at the same time felt it was a ritual.

“…”

"Teacher, I'm here to see you off."

“…”

Ying Qingzhou was speechless. He had thought that he was already strange...special enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone more special than him.

And he seemed unable to read people's expressions.

but.

At this moment, a strange picture emerged in Ying Qingzhou's mind. After Yaoyao's women's clothing was exposed, he used the same trick.

One hand leaning against the wall and the other holding flowers.

When the atmosphere was right, she even shook her hair twice: "Yao, look at the flower in my hand, isn't it red? It's as red as your little face."

"Really?"

Yaoyao had never seen such a sharp scene before, and blinked shyly.

"Really." Zhan Zhaolin used all kinds of sweet words to coax the young girl: "Here, these flowers are for the most beautiful you."

“…”

Think of this.

Ying Qingzhou frowned deeply, especially when he saw Zhan Zhaolin holding the flowers, he became more and more annoyed and wanted to hit him with his shoes.

"Stay away from Shuai." He warned with his eyes.

"?"

Zhan Zhaolin smacked his lips and asked, "Teacher, we were discussing the meeting gift, how did we get to talking about Shuai Shuai again?"

"Keep it for your own waistband."

I am not worthy of this gift.

The expectation in my heart just now is slowly breaking.

"Hey... Teacher..." Looking at Ying Qingzhou's departing back, Zhan Zhaolin chased after him: "Flowers, I picked these flowers myself..."

then.

There is such a scene in the sect.

A nine-year-old boy chased after their clan leader to give him flowers. People passing by all took a second look at him, and some even passed him around.

"The Sect Master's looks confuse even children."

"She has learned how to give flowers at such a young age. She has a promising future ahead of her."

"You are slandering the reputation of the Sect Master."

“No way…”

There are many disputes in the sect.

If Ying Qingzhou let him stay any longer, who knows what might happen. He wouldn't dare to tell Yaoyao and could only politely drive him away.

"My little disciple, isn't it time for you to go back?"

"I want to be with Shuai Shuai."

“…”

…

Holy Ruins Area.

"Is there something coming from the direction of Emperor Shengzong of Ming?" Looking in a certain direction, Xiao Chengyan fell into deep thought.

That direction is exactly the Ming Shengzong sect, which has a long history.

But a little breath leaked out just now.

He Ziqiu knew it was Nan Shuai who was behind this, but he couldn't tell his good brother. He could only ask knowingly: "Could it be that person's descendant?"

A small banquet, a small banquet.

It's not that I'm not loyal enough as a brother and don't want to tell you the truth. It's really that his fate is being strangled by someone, so I'm afraid of saying this.

He will meet with misfortune.

If Ayan hadn't been so impulsive and had gone there with the idea of ​​out of sight, out of mind, he might have found out.

His "child bride" happened to be his beloved daughter who rebelled against others. Should he persuade her to cut her losses and prevent things from going off track?

Just do it.

He Ziqiu mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally: "Ayan, are you guys on good terms with the boy who came back with you last time?"

"..." Hearing him mention Nan Shuai, Xiao Chengyan came back to his senses from what happened just now and raised his eyebrows: "You don't look like someone who is interested in these things."

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