The atmosphere in the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion was more or less awkward.
Yesterday, Zheng Weiqi turned into a domineering president in an instant under the control of a curse, and actually made Jiang Si, a true domineering president, speechless. He was forced to lose the upper hand and became a weak little white flower who was panic-stricken and at a loss.
Later, He Zhizhou led the doctor to their side. Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi's curse had not yet passed. She slapped his outstretched hand away, raised her eyebrows and sneered: "I allow you to touch him, huh? Do you want to chop off this hand yourself or do I do it?"
The doctor was silent for a moment with a look of horror on his face, and then he whispered in his ear, "How long has her symptoms lasted?"
In short, Zheng Weiqi was eventually carried away tied up, and the farce finally came to an end.
After she woke up, she swore never to see Jiang Si again. However, today the sect's leader, Tian Xianzi and Zhen Xiao Jianzun came together. Even though she was extremely reluctant, she had to go to the reception room to meet them.
"It is thanks to the young heroes that we have saved Jialan City from danger."
Putting aside the stupid remarks he made in private, Jiang Si was still very presentable in public.
He was wearing a loose black robe that outlined a calm and indifferent aura. He was wearing a light fur coat and a loose belt, and his voice was as mellow as wine, with the unique dignity of a child from an aristocratic family: "Jiang is very grateful."
The head of the sect, Ji Yunkai, who still looked like a child, smiled faintly. As he was not tall enough, he was lying on the table and trying to reach a teapot with his hand. "Young City Lord, there is no need to thank me. It is the duty of the disciples of Xuanxu Sword Sect to exorcise demons. Moreover, the matter of the Demon Lord is of great importance and must not be taken lightly."
Zhen Xiao, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him calmly and moved the teapot closer to Ji Yunkai. "That's right. Young City Lord, you don't know that after the war between immortals and demons, although the demons suffered heavy losses and disappeared, there are still remnants who are trying to make a comeback and cause great suffering to all living beings. Recently, demonic energy has appeared in various places. If Xuanye is released, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm."
"Galan has been lost for three hundred years, and the demons in the city are like frogs in a well."
Jiang Si sighed and said, "I guess the righteous path must have suffered heavy losses in the great war between immortals and demons."
Zheng Weiqi muttered quietly: "You also know that you are an old antique."
She deliberately lowered her voice, but Jiang Si still glanced at her indifferently. The eldest senior sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect was never willing to be at a disadvantage, so she widened her eyes even wider and glared back fiercely.
"Isn't it?"
Tian Xianzi rarely smiled and drank his tea. “Of the three great sword masters, Sect Leader He has become what he is now; Wen Hemian has lost all his cultivation and is hiding in a secluded valley, unwilling to come out; as for the one from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect… his soul and body have been destroyed, not even his body is left.”
"Alright, alright. Today, the young disciples finally accomplished great things. Why are we old antiques always feeling sad and gloomy?"
Ji Yunkai smiled, and although his voice was as childish as a child's, every word he spoke revealed a sense of oppression that could not be questioned: "I heard that Pei Ji severely injured the Demon Lord, I wonder how the child is doing?"
Ning Ning replied softly: "He has woken up and is recuperating in the clinic."
"Elder Meng Qing has made an indelible contribution to our great victory this time."
Tian Xianzi offered a cup of tea to the white-haired old man sitting beside him: "You have been lying by Xuanye's side for many years, working hard to save Jialan City from danger. I really admire you."
Meng Qing shook his head and said, "The Meng family has been loyal to Jialan City for generations, and I cannot bring shame to our ancestors. Thanks to the plan set up by the young city lord, Jialan City was not destroyed by the evil cultivators."
His tone was humble, without much ups and downs, but Meng Jiaqi, who was sitting next to Meng Qing, felt a sore nose and took a deep breath.
Lurking beside Xuanye not only means that one might be killed by the capricious Demon Lord at any time, but also has to endure the disgust and abuse from all the monsters in the city.
At first, she thought her father had betrayed Galan and was so angry that she cursed and threatened to sever the father-daughter relationship. But now, when she thinks about it, it seems like a dream.
This game lasted for more than three hundred years, and everyone contributed a lot.
"I have a clear conscience. The only person I feel sorry for is my daughter at home."
Meng Qing sighed and said, "Jiaqi suffered a lot, but I couldn't be by her side."
Ji Yunkai said with a smile: "In the battle with Xuanye, Ling Qianjin and this Young Master Qin also made contributions. Elder Meng should be happy that his daughter is so understanding of justice."
Qin Chuan, who was inexplicably called, was bewildered. He raised his head in a daze, and his rough face covered with flesh was full of innocent confusion.
He was in a daze for a while, and then he remembered something and seemed to be interested: "Are you all elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect? I wonder if Zhenxiao Sword Master is among them?"
Oh wow, could this be a little fan?
Tian Xianzi chuckled and glanced at his senior brother inconspicuously.
Zhenxiao has a cold temperament, but whenever he meets juniors who admire him, he would praise them with exaggerated words, which would often make the cold-hearted Sword Master blush and feel embarrassed as never before.
As a close junior fellow apprentice, of course he would take the opportunity to play some tricks on him.
"What a pity, Zhenxiao Sword Master is busy and cannot come today."
Tian Xianzi narrowed his eyes, like a fox with evil intentions: "Why, do you really want to see him?"
The tall middle-aged man not far away was slightly stunned, then nodded desperately: "I want to see the long dragon of Zhenxiao Sword Master!"
Zheng Weiqi spat out the water she had just drunk.
She had a vague feeling that she might lose half her life today.
"Long, long dragon?"
Tian Xianzi never expected to hear such a term, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "What is this 'long dragon' you are talking about?"
But Qin Chuan was so serious that Tian Xianzi seemed to be the one with evil intentions. However, when the former continued to speak in a simple and honest manner, even Ji Yunkai almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
Qin Chuan didn't even think about it and blurted out: "It's the one he often uses to stab female disciples."
What kind of lewd words are these?
At that moment, everyone in the room was shocked. Meng Jiaqi covered her face with her hands expressionlessly. Ningning and He Zhizhou looked at each other, feeling hopeless.
The culprit, Zheng Weiqi, smiled awkwardly, her face full of vicissitudes: "Haha, what is Qin Chuan talking about? Children should not be restrained in their words, children should not be restrained in their words. Chuan'er, stop talking, let's drink tea."
Unexpectedly, Zhen Xiao's face was gloomy, and he pressed on step by step: "No, continue - why would Zhen Xiao Sword Master stab a female disciple for no reason?"
"I don't know about that."
Qin Chuan had no idea about the love affairs in the books, and frowned in distress: "But Zhenxiao Sword Master is very powerful! When I read the storybook, it said that he 'drives the long dragon, nine shallow and one deep', 'ice and fire double, causing the female disciples to gasp for breath', which sounds like a very powerful swordsmanship!"
After a pause, he hesitated and said, "It's just that every time the female disciples who practiced sword with him were so pitiful, they were always pierced by the long dragon, and they were in so much pain that they had no strength left. They kept begging for mercy, but he didn't listen. Are sword practitioners always so ruthless when practicing sword?"
Tian Xianzi really couldn't help it, the corners of his mouth twitched and curled up into a crazy upward arc.
Zhen Xiao seemed to understand something and smiled coldly: "Oh? What else do you know about Zhen Xiao Sword Master?"
"You admire him too?"
Qin Chuan grinned innocently, "I've read the book and know him very well - I even know Zhenxiao Jianzun's catchphrase!"
Mouth, head, Zen.
Zheng Weiqi's facial expression was out of control, her whole face looked like a piece of bad dough, messy and pale.
No——! Qin-Chuan-!
Even many years later, Qin Chuan could not forget the scene in the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion that day.
The elders of Xuanxu Sword Sect were all hesitant to speak, while the young disciples on the other side covered their eyes and ears, refusing to listen or look. The atmosphere was solemn and sad, just like a funeral.
The middle-aged man at the center of the storm opened his lips slightly, imitating the evil and cold appearance of the male protagonist in the storybook, and roared out the lines that he had treasured in his heart for a long time in a tone like chopping meat -
"Now I'll let you know whether I am a man or not! Uh, roar!"
That inexplicable roar was absolutely the essence.
He would always remember that every time he finished practicing sword skills, it would end with a low roar from Zhenxiao Sword Master. How domineering, how passionate, how manly.
This is the call of the heart and the dedication of love.
The whole room was silent, and someone burst out laughing.
Qin Chuan didn't notice the darker faces of the crowd at all, and then he said, "If you want to know the specific content, you can borrow the book from Sister Zheng. She is very generous."
Wei, Zheng Weiqi, Wei.
Zhen Xiao had an indifferent expression. With a flick of his fingertips, Zheng Weiqi's storage bag flew straight into his hands. But with a slight shake, a few books with goose yellow covers fell out.
"Bloodthirsty and Dangerous: The Crazy Favor of Elder Tianxian", "The Attack of Cute Babies: The Sect Leader is Too Difficult to Deal with", "I Let Down Tathagata and I Let Down You: A Few Things Between My Mother and Young Master Mingkong".
Each one is more eye-catching than the other, and each one is more shocking than the other.
Especially the last book, "A Few Things About My Mother and Young Master Mingkong", the title alone makes it seem so insane that even the Buddha would shed tears after reading it.
Zhenxiao had a blank expression on his face as he picked up the last book that had fallen to the ground.
There was only a line of words written in large letters on the cover.
"After being proposed to by Zhenxiao Sword Master and Tianxian Elder at the same time".
Followed by a brief introduction:
[He, bloodthirsty and ruthless, handsome and charming, but he pressed her into the corner: "Woman, I don't mind playing a taboo game with you."
He was unrestrained and unrestrained, handsome and incomparable, but he held her hand with red eyes: "Three thousand weak waters, only take one scoop."
When she met him, she was destined to be trapped in the whirlpool of love with nowhere to escape.
Tired of the world, tears have been shed, who has become whom's calamity, who is whom's destiny. She smiled calmly and said, only children make choices, I want to eat brother rice! ］
God his brother rice bowl.
Zhenxiao: “Heh.”
This person rarely smiles.
The laughter at this moment was extremely clear, like a sudden explosion. To use the words in the book, it was six parts coldness, three parts joking, and ten percent murderous intent.
All in all, it was a laugh that made me feel like I was going to kill someone, the kind that involves being torn apart by five horses.
Zheng Weiqi knew something was wrong and wanted to struggle and say, "Uncle Master, please listen to my explanation."
But in a moment of anxiety, he blurted out the truth: "Uncle Master, please listen to my excuse!"
When it comes to courting death, she has always been able to do so.
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell into a quiet silence, making the child's already precarious situation even worse.
——As the saying goes, the straw that breaks the camel's back is often the last straw.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi didn't believe it, so she brought an elephant and smashed it directly on the camel.
There is no chance of survival here, it's over immediately.
He Zhizhou was silent for a while, then lowered his voice with a sad face: "Big Sister, remember to keep smiling, so that you won't have too much resentment when you die."
Ning Ning was heartbroken and covered her face with her hands: "Don't be afraid, Senior Sister. We are brothers and sisters, and we will help you."
Ningning is still reliable!
Zheng Weiqi was just about to listen to her plan, but she heard the little girl's faint whisper in her ear: "Do you want gold ingots or paper money? Don't be polite. Anyway, it's the last time I'll give you something."
...Shut up, you stupid teammates!
Tian Xianzi suppressed his laughter and sighed, "Senior Brother."
Zheng Weiqi was indeed his longest-serving disciple. Her eyes darkened and she blurted out the next sentence: "Don't beat the child to death. Just give him a life."
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The reception room over there was in chaos, while the clinic seemed much quieter.
Many monsters in Galan City had just awakened. The female doctor and the doctor were rushing back and forth between the houses, leaving only Pei Ji lying on the bed in the clinic.
He usually either reads books or practices sword-fighting, and seems to have no other entertainment options.
Now that he had nothing to do, he took a quick look around the clinic and set his eyes on "365 Days with Zhenxiao Sword Master" which Ningning had left behind.
I've heard them mention this book before, but Pei Ji was confused. He just felt that the lines were weird and the characters' personalities were totally inconsistent with Zhenxiao Sword Master. As for the sword techniques mentioned in it -
By the way, he would have to consult his master when he had time, and then discuss things with his senior sister as agreed.
When I thought of Ningning, my heart, which had calmed down, became a little more restless for no reason, as if there was an invisible and intangible flame burning my heart unscrupulously.
Pei Ji couldn't explain what this feeling was, and frowned silently.
He had nothing to do and was very curious about the "Rain and Wind Sword Technique", so he put a fruit-flavored candy in his mouth, endured the pain and stood up, intending to pick up the book from the wooden table and read a few words.
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't go over there!"
For some unknown reason, Chengying, who had been quiet, suddenly screamed. He seemed to realize that his reaction was too intense. He coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly: "Well, your wound hasn't healed yet, so you can't move around. You can read the book anytime in the future, so why rush it for so long - Hey! Pei Ji, you little brat! Why don't you listen!"
Pei Ji ignored it, walked straight to the wooden table, took the book and sat back on the bed.
Chengying was as quiet as a chicken.
At the end, he spoke without warning, like a dying fish jumping back and forth in its final struggle: "This is just an ordinary storybook for women. What's so good about it? Are you still interested in the grudges and hatreds between the elders? Don't read it. It's a waste of time."
Pei Ji has had a strong rebellious heart since he was a child. Even though Chengying kept persuading him not to read it, he insisted on opening the book to find out what was inside.
The young man's slender white knuckles fell on the cold paper and he gently opened the first page.
The drooping long eyelashes cast a silent shadow. Pei Ji looked at it expressionlessly, and his eyes became darker and darker.
——The plot of this book seems wrong no matter how you look at it.
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