Chapter 92 The Adventures of Shooting Down a Plane 3
Chicory has a bad habit: he cuts the outline.
Before he officially starts writing, he will first plant a seed in the text and observe the trend in the book review section to decide on the selection of plot in the outline.
For example, Shen Qingqiu, who was criticized more than ten thousand times as a "bastard who needs no explanation," was a tragic product of the cut outline.
Oh, and Bing Ge's dad too, he was slashed even more severely, he didn't even appear on screen.
The advantage of this is that it serves the readers, at least ensuring that they don't suffer a dramatic drop in subscriptions and end up drowning in the pool.
The downside is that the foreshadowing laid out in the original work becomes useless, leaving many loopholes and pitfalls. Readers with a bit of taste and a sense of purpose, who are not easily fooled, will start cursing.
Xiang Tian Da Feiji often felt frustrated. He didn't really like writing about constantly slapping faces, especially when the targets were villains with below-average intelligence. Occasionally, he wanted to create more complex, multifaceted villains, showing that he also had a basic understanding of human nature and some literary aspirations.
However, readers didn't buy it.
So compared to readers, humanity and literary ideals are nothing, hahaha!
Getting back to the main point. It's precisely because of this bad habit that many original details were lost, causing the project to fail before it even began. For example…
When did Mobei Jun catch Shang Qinghua?
The main text, of course, doesn't mention it. The main plot revolves around Bing Ge's domineering and overwhelming power; nobody cares how you, a mere cannon fodder, became a spy.
And this missing part will be automatically filled in by the world. Thus, the author completely lost his precognitive advantage, and when the plot actually began to unfold, he was several steps behind in getting into the flow!
Senior Brother X drew his sword (a sword he hadn't had the chance to draw even once in eight hundred years as a disciple of Anding Peak), and shouted with a powerful voice, "What kind of monster dares to do this!"
The fellow disciples were all extremely excited, and drew their swords: "How dare you show your... skills in front of the disciples of the Azure Sky Mountain Sect..."
Mobei Jun was clearly in a very bad mood. He didn't even let the cannon fodder finish their usual entrance speech. His knuckles cracked as ice arrows flew like the wind, and heads fell with a thud.
Shang Qinghua screamed and roared inwardly: How terrifying! But so handsome! So damn handsome!!!
But no matter how incredibly handsome he is, if he is destined to be killed by him in the future, Shang Qinghua will resolutely refuse!
Suddenly, Senior Brother X gave him a shove on the shoulder: "Hurry up and go!"
Shang Qinghua's heart was pounding like it was being fried in oil, but he was extremely clear-headed, and his hands and feet were glued to the car like chewing gum: "Where are we going?"
Senior Brother X: "Exterminate demons and uphold justice, act on behalf of Heaven!"
Why don't you go first?
Shang Qinghua said, "Senior brother, please go first!"
Senior Brother X roared in fury, "Just go when I tell you to! Stop with the nonsense!" He and the others, in a flurry of kicks and shoves, began to assault Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua knew perfectly well that these outer disciples wanted him to hold off Mo Beijun, buying them time to escape. His stance was unwavering; he firmly held onto his base, refusing to budge. He pleaded, "No, Senior Brother! We've been classmates for years! How can you bear to send me to be cannon fodder at a time like this!"
Senior Brother X blurted out, "What cannon fodder? If you defeat this demon, you will surely make a great contribution and rise to prominence. This is the only way out for us outer disciples, and it's right in front of us."
Shang Qinghua felt like he could barely hold onto the car body anymore, and cried out in anguish, "I'm going! I'm really going!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was ripped off the car and thrown to the ground, where he was placed in front of Mo Beijun.
The sword was still half-inserted in its sheath; he hadn't decided whether to draw it or not.
Mo Beijun sneered, a flash of icy blue light passing through his eyes. In the blink of an eye, Shang Qinghua pounced and grabbed his leg.
The senior brothers: "=口="
Mobei Jun: "=="
Shang Qinghua: "Your Majesty, please allow me to follow you for the rest of my life!"
Mobei Jun wanted to kick him away, but Shang Qinghua's grip was too strong. It was even more difficult to kill him with one blow. He was like a gecko climbing a wall, nimbly crawling around, and firmly sticking to the man's thigh.
He couldn't help but get furious.
The outer disciples of Anding Peak were overjoyed to see that he possessed such a unique skill, and they abandoned their carts and fled in panic.
Just as Shang Qinghua was cursing in his heart, less than three seconds later, he heard a series of screams in front of him.
Countless slender, silvery-white ice strings pierced his chest, splattering blood everywhere.
Seeing this, Shang Qinghua immediately clung to the Northern Monarch's coattails, babbling on and on: "Your Majesty, please accept me. I'm very useful!"
Mo Beijun seemed to tilt his body slightly, and said, "Oh? What use are you?"
"I can serve tea and water, do laundry and fold blankets... No." Shang Qinghua thoughtfully analyzed for him, "Your Majesty, you see, I can be your undercover agent in the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, pass on intelligence, and help the Demon Race achieve the great feat of unifying the human world."
Mobei Jun chuckled.
"An outer disciple, and specifically an outer disciple of Anding Peak, if you were to act as an undercover agent, when would you ever be able to achieve the great feat of the demon race unifying the human realm?"
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly, "Feng, please don't discriminate. That's not a good idea."
Why is it that even the demons discriminate against their lineage... and their discrimination against the concept of "An Ding Feng" even surpasses their discrimination against "outer disciples"... I'm so unwilling, so truly unwilling!
Shang Qinghua was still clinging to his leg when Mo Beijun collapsed, nearly crushing him. He quickly let go. He squatted there for a moment, stunned, before suddenly realizing what had happened:
Did Mobei Jun come here with injuries?
No wonder he had such a sour face, was so irritable, and was so easy to push!
Did you accidentally poke your wound with your own fingers?
Sometimes being a bit impulsive can be a virtue!
Shang Qinghua cautiously moved over and examined it carefully.
Sure enough, on Mobei Jun's lower back, around his right kidney, there was a thin wound about the length of a finger joint. From the middle of the wound, a sharp, golden point emerged, which could be vaguely seen to be made of gold thread, with an intricate craftsmanship, shaped like the edge of a flower petal.
Such a flamboyant style—it's the Huahua Dart from the Illusionary Flower Palace, no doubt about it!
This weapon was just something the author, "Airplane Chicory," made up on the spot. The dart is thin and light, coated with a little anesthetic, so the victim is unlikely to notice anything inside. If the victim moves too much, the dart will spectacularly "bloom," sprouting six sharp petals that sever the victim's internal organs. Sound familiar? Like it clashes with some kind of demonic creature setting, right? No problem, it's easy to fix. This can be explained as the Diamond Flower Dart being designed by a senior member of the Illusionary Flower Palace who escaped death in the demon realm, based on a strange creature called "Love Threads." Anyway, don't worry about the details!
The voice-over ends, abruptly steers the conversation back to the main topic.
In other words, this great demon who could very well kill himself with a single palm strike in the future has not only had his kidney stabbed by the Illusion Flower Palace, but has also been moderately anesthetized.
It seems Mobei Jun just fought his way out of the Illusion Flower Palace's encirclement. Demons are known for holding grudges, and it just so happens that the Illusion Flower Palace suffered the most casualties during the Immortal Alliance's siege, which aligns perfectly with his character...
While muttering to himself, Shang Qinghua chuckled to himself. He searched the ground for a while and finally found a rock about half the size of his head. He picked it up and found it to be quite heavy.
One, two, three, and then it was as if it was going to smash down on the head of the Mobei Jun, whose eyes were tightly closed.
The system did not issue any warnings or sound alerts.
Shang Qinghua was relieved.
Without warning, it means: you can kill!
"Your Majesty, it is the will of Heaven, please don't blame me." Shang Qinghua offered a completely insincere prayer, and then the stone fell!
For him, Mobei Jun held an extraordinary significance.
It's fair to say that Mobei-jun is the type of man that every fan of Ultraman dreams of becoming. Powerful, cool, and unconventional, just like every child dreams of becoming Ultraman.
How could he just stand by and watch himself kill Ultraman?!
Shang Qinghua sighed for a while.
After sighing, I shamelessly thought, "It would have been better if I hadn't just stood by and watched."
So he turned his head and raised the stone high.
With a thud, Shang Qinghua threw aside the heavy weapon, his eyes gleaming, and he almost pounced on Mo Beijun.
No, no, the more I look at this face, the more mesmerizing it seems.
He didn't really think much of Bing Ge's fair-skinned, handsome appearance. The author of "Flying to the Sky" gave the protagonist this setup simply to make the harem's "hardware" more complete, ensuring the harem was cultivated scientifically. The protagonist inevitably got criticized, while Bing Ge was constantly being attacked by both fans and detractors.
But Mobei-jun is different. Supporting characters are always lovable, but Mobei-jun has almost never been criticized.
This character was created entirely according to the author's preferences. As a character secretly favored by the author, Mobei Jun embodies Xiang Tian Dafeiji's aesthetic appreciation of the ideal type of the same sex as a literary figure.
Don't ask why Luo Binghe doesn't reflect his aesthetic sense; Luo Binghe's main purpose is to satisfy his desire to show off and slap people in the face [crossed out] and □□ [crossed out].
Even though he hasn't fully grown up yet, he perfectly embodies the sixteen-character mantra: "deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, heroic spirit, and unparalleled aloofness."
This is the dream man in his heart!
The stone weapon was raised and lowered repeatedly, and Shang Qinghua faced a difficult life choice for the first time in his life (his life after transmigrating to this world).
In the end, Shang Qinghua decided: Let's go to a hotel!
Check into the inn... oh no, I mean, stay at the inn.
The place was littered with corpses. Shang Qinghua hesitated for a moment, then dumped the heavy and useless pile of things from Qingjing Peak onto the small cart like garbage. He then carried Mobei Jun up, face down, covering his face that he couldn't help but confuse.
The Cangqiong Mountain Sect can't go back for the time being. They won't realize something's wrong so quickly, because the trip was supposed to last seven days, and only two days have passed.
This is a golden opportunity. Staying by the side of the young demon prince, who is vulnerable after being attacked, and never abandoning him would be a favor in itself.
As Shang Qinghua consoled himself, he pushed the cart toward the city, his legs churning.
The money Shang Qinghua spent on the hotel room was some of his savings that he had accumulated over the years.
He was currently just an ordinary outer disciple, lacking the authority to manage accounts or embezzle public funds. Booking a room was the limit of his financial means. Therefore, it was naturally a single room. And naturally, there was only one bed in the room.
It's only natural that this bed belongs to someone else.
It's for himself, of course!
Shang Qinghua lay sprawled on the bed for a while, stretching his muscles and bones, then got up and carried Mo Beijun onto the bed.
Just kidding. Mo Bei Jun was already in a bad mood and irritable after being injured. Imagine if he woke up and found himself lying on the floor or curled up in a chair—would he want to die? Be careful, or he might just pummel you with a slingshot of ice picks without even asking what happened.
Just now, Shang Qinghua bought some xx ointment at the pharmacy. Although, given the demon race's alien-like vitality, even if you just leave it alone, no matter how big the hole is, it will slowly heal. But since he's decided to cling to a powerful figure, he should abandon his reserve and show his sincerity. He boldly scooped out a large dollop and stuffed it into Mo Beijun's ruptured kidney. When he felt it was almost plugged, he turned Mo Beijun over, arranging him in a sleeping beauty pose with his hands clasped together. After admiring the perfect face he had ideally modeled in his mind, Shang Qinghua then lay down on the outer side of the bed with his hands behind his head.
The summer night was sweltering, and even with the windows open, there wasn't a breath of cool air.
After tossing and turning for half the night, I finally managed to doze off, only to be suddenly kicked to the ground on the buttocks.
Shang Qinghua was nearly scared out of his wits by that kick.
Still shaken, he scrambled under the table, then turned around to see Mo Bei Jun sitting up straight in bed, his eyes glowing with an overcharged blue light.
Mobei Jun remained unmoved, coldly watching him.
Shang Qinghua: "Do you remember who I am?"
The other party ignored him, but Shang Qinghua wasn't embarrassed at all. He continued, "Well, we met on the path earlier. I told him I wanted to follow you for life and be your king's..."
Mobei Jun interrupted him: "Why are you holding me?"
“…My sweet little cotton-padded jacket…” Shang Qinghua was taken aback: “What did you say? What did I do to you?”
Hold me in your arms.
Suddenly realizing the truth, like a bolt from the blue.
It was so hot outside, like an oven, but Mo Beijun had a cold constitution. He was half asleep and subconsciously leaned towards the cooler side. The closer he leaned, the cooler and more comfortable it felt. No wonder he dreamed of a giant ice cream, which he happily wrapped around with all four limbs like an octopus, licking it while tears streamed down his face.
Shang Qinghua carefully examined Mo Beijun's face and neck, finding no unusual moisture, and couldn't help but pray.
He said cautiously, "Your body is so cold. I was afraid you were going to die, so I held you."
Upon hearing this, Mobei Jun scoffed, "Fool. I'm naturally like this; the colder my body is, the better. I'm not human."
Shang Qinghua had been observing his expression closely. Seeing that Mo Beijun's expression softened, he immediately smiled broadly and was about to crawl out from under the table when Mo Beijun suddenly reverted to his icy demeanor: "Try moving again if you dare."
Shang Qinghua immediately froze, pitifully hugging the wooden leg and curling up under the table like a hamster.
What is your purpose?
Shang Qinghua shamelessly replied, "I have no ulterior motive; I simply wish to follow you for the rest of my life."
Mobei Jun pretended not to hear: "You are an outer disciple of Anding Peak."
Shang Qinghua now always felt that when others emphasized the three words "An Dingfeng," it carried a discriminatory connotation, as if he was afraid that the other party would think he was useless and kill him directly. He poked his head out and said, "Your Majesty, listen to me, I am still young, and I still have a chance to rise..."
"Go in!"
Shang Qinghua quickly retreated to a safe area.
Once Mo Beijun was satisfied with the distance, he said, "You helped me for an 'opportunity for advancement'?"
As expected, he was arrogant and haughty, and instead of using the verb "save" which tends to imply weakness, he used the word "assist" which implies assistance.
Shang Qinghua didn't know how to answer.
"No?" Credibility less than 3%. "Yes?" Mobei-jun despises those spineless scoundrels, which is why he didn't hesitate to kill the original Shang Qinghua in the original story—he never intended for him to live. Why say it and risk lowering his favorability?
Fortunately, Mo Beijun had already made up his mind. Shang Qinghua had already been labeled as a "coward who is greedy for life and a sycophant who betrayed his sect" and did not need his reply. He snorted and lay down again.
Shang Qinghua waited for a long time but made no further move.
So... does this mean we've temporarily accepted his surrender?
However, this also shows that the injury to Mobei Jun's kidney was more serious than he had imagined; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have given up so easily.
In the end, Shang Qinghua didn't dare to approach rashly, and instead huddled under the table, making do for the night.
After tossing and turning all night, Shang Qinghua woke up in the morning and officially began a busy day of working like a slave.
In the morning alone, Shang Qinghua worked tirelessly, running up and down the stairs more than twenty times and changing the water in the bathtub seven or eight times.
This water is for Mobei Jun to heal his wounds; it's always more convenient for ice magic users to soak in water. But in less than half an hour, a perfectly good bucket of water will turn into ice crystals.
Shang Qinghua huddled in a corner, munching on the dry rations he carried with him while watching Mo Bei Jun take off his clothes.
As he looked, he suddenly noticed that Mo Beijun was no longer taking off his clothes and was staring at him with a displeased expression.
Shang Qinghua chewed a couple of times, then quickly ate a few more bites, in case Mobei Jun suddenly asked him to hand over his rations.
Mobei Jun: "Very free?"
Shang Qinghua quickly replied, "It's not salty, it's sweet."
Before he could take a few more bites, several dark figures pounced on him, covering his head and face.
So Shang Qinghua was no longer idle; he also had to wash clothes for his newly recognized master.
Yes, the young prince of the demon race came out wearing this outfit, which was full of holes, blood, and sweat. How could he still wear it? Of course, it needed to be mended, washed, and dried.
The low-magic fantasy world is just that unromantic, a bleak and evil realism! Shang Qinghua swore that if he ever had the chance to become the legendary "Sky-High Flying Plane" again, his next book would be a high-magic fantasy novel, the kind where the imagination is so wild that you can swallow your own brains and science is so outlandish that you can weave clouds into robes and cut the moon into belts. All the physical labor could be solved with a snap of his little finger, and there would be no need for the pathetic existence of An Dingfeng anymore!
He thoughtfully patched up the small hole in Mobei Jun's kidney, wrung it clean, and hung it in the room. Shang Qinghua felt that he had behaved well enough that day, and shamelessly tried to climb onto the bed. Before he could even get to the edge of the bed, history repeated itself, and he was kicked again.
He sat on the ground, tears welling in his eyes: "Your Majesty, if you don't let me lie in bed, what if you get cold, thirsty, hungry, or want to turn over in bed at night... what will you do?"
Mobei Jun said, "Easy."
A rope, one end tied to Mo Bei Jun's finger, the other end tied to Shang Qinghua...
On the finger?
There's no such thing as a free lunch; it's just on the neck.
These arduous days lasted only four days, but for Shang Qinghua, each day felt like an eternity. He was plagued by nightmares even at night.
That night, Shang Qinghua was fast asleep when he had another dream.
This time, he dreamt that he was still in the real world, sobbing in front of his computer, while a fierce-looking, burly man next to him was slapping his face with a prickly cucumber, roaring, "What kind of rubbish are you writing!"
Xiang Tian, desperately trying to dodge the cucumber, vehemently protested, "I haven't written anything in a long time! Brother Peerless Cucumber, please don't do this!"
Peerless Cucumber: "Then hurry up and update!" Saying that, he put a rope around his neck.
Amidst immense pain, Shang Qinghua struggled to wake up, his neck still throbbing. Looking in that direction, he saw Mo Beijun lying on the bed, rapidly pulling on the rope tied to his hand.
Shang Qinghua asked weakly, "What would you like, Your Majesty?"
After asking twice, it became clear that Mo Bei Jun wasn't deliberately playing a prank. He was completely unconscious, tossing and turning uncomfortably. Poor Shang Qinghua, whose neck was being pulled, almost had his eyeballs pop out after being grabbed like that.
Mobei Jun frowned, still rolling around restlessly.
Shang Qinghua tiptoed to the bedside and understood what was going on when she saw the light beads of sweat on his smooth forehead and the slightly warm clothes.
Mo Bei Jun may have only a small wound that doesn't seem like a big deal, but the situation is actually quite serious; he's just stubbornly refusing to say anything. Furthermore, ice-type demons inherently dislike hot weather, and with the heat of summer upon us, the wound is likely developing into something resembling an infection.
My kidneys are healing so slowly, should I take some kidney tonic to strengthen them?
Shang Qinghua resigned himself to his fate and went out, not afraid of being annoying by knocking on the door in the middle of the night. He asked for two palm-leaf fans, and when he came back, he used one in the left hand and the other in the right hand, fanning himself like crazy.
He fanned himself while yawning repeatedly until his vision blurred. In his half-dreaming state, he seemed to see Mo Bei Jun's eyes open, his icy blue pupils shining brightly and coldly in the moonlight, like a pair of beautiful and eerie cat eyes.
This was truly frightening. Shang Qinghua shuddered, opened his dog eyes wide, and upon closer inspection, saw that they were clearly tightly closed.
I woke up to find that something terrible had happened.
He actually lay face down on the bed and fell asleep.
Thank goodness Mobei Jun hasn't woken up yet; if he did, he'd probably kick his own brains out!
Shang Qinghua quickly jumped off the bed and lay down on his spot on the floor.
After a while, Mobei Jun finally sat up.
Shang Qinghua sighed inwardly. It was just a hair's breadth away. If he had woken up any later, he would have been covered in blood.
The next day, with the permission of the King of the Northern Desert, he was finally able to see the light of day again and go out for a walk.
Actually, he was clinging to Mobei Jun's leg, crying, "Your Majesty, I've run out of rations! My cultivation isn't high enough to allow me to eat whenever you want or not. If you don't let me go to the market to buy rations, I'll starve to death in this house. Be careful, my corpse will stink up your body..."
I ordered a bowl of thin porridge from a shop on the street corner. The porridge was as clear as water, and when I looked down at my reflection, I saw a haggard appearance, like a flower battered by rain and someone who had been beaten.
Just as he was feeling utterly miserable, he suddenly heard someone behind him call out to his junior brother.
He turned around and saw four or five young men with flowing robes and an ethereal air, carrying long swords and walking towards him with solemn expressions.
Fellow disciples, fellow disciples of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect!
Yes, seven days have passed. The organization has sent someone to find him!
With tears welling up in his eyes, Shang Qinghua ran out and tremblingly reached out his hand: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Wei!"
The young man at the head of the group was quite different from the others. He had two swords hanging at his waist, one long and one short, and his sleeves flowed gracefully like a gentle breeze. He was none other than Wei Qingwei, the senior brother of Wanjian Peak. He greeted him with his hands outstretched and said with emotion, "Junior Brother X, what... what happened to you? I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've completely changed. You're not even human anymore!"
"..."
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly, "That's probably because I'm not Senior Brother X."
He's just a little thinner because he's not eating well, what do you mean by "not human-like"? Besides, Senior Brother Wei, I've wiped every sword on your Wanjian Peak's sword-testing platform more than three times, and you even asked me to clean your room and cook your meals while you were at it. Have you forgotten about human faces so quickly?
Wei Qingwei smiled and said, "Just kidding. Junior Brother Shang, why are you the only one here? Where are the others? Why are you delayed in returning? What happened?"
"Uh, other people... other people..."
The close combat was too sudden, and Shang Qinghua couldn't come up with a flawless story in time. He could only sway his body a couple of times with a pale face, and then fall to the ground with a thud.
As he was playing dead, he felt Wei Qingwei squat down and poke his face. The others said, "Senior brother, he's fainted, what should we do?"
As Wei Qingwei poked at the door, he said, "What can we do? Let's go back and talk about it first."
Dome Peak.
Rows of corpses lay outside the main hall. All the outer disciples of Anding Peak who had gone down the mountain to retrieve the goods that day, except for Shang Qinghua, were now lying here.
Shang Qinghua knelt before the corpse, tears streaming down her face.
There's no way around it, the cultivation world is tough. Someone with such poor innate conditions really needs well-developed tear ducts.
After the peak masters finished their questions, the atmosphere became solemn, and they went into the hall to discuss the matter.
Suddenly, the sound of the jingling of the sword tassels rang out, and a boy dressed in the uniform of Qingjing Peak School slowly approached.
After examining the corpse, Shen Qingqiu casually asked, "Did the demons ask you to deliver any message or anything?"
Shang Qinghua was taken aback: "No?"
Shen Qingqiu's chin was slightly raised, giving him a somewhat disdainful air. Every time Shang Qinghua spoke to him, she felt he was looking down on her, though she didn't care; she was used to it…
Shen Qingqiu said with a half-smile, "That's really strange. Seven or eight people are all dead. If they didn't have something for us to say to you, why would they leave you the only survivor?"
This matter must not be taken lightly.
Shen Qingqiu is no ordinary paper doll cannon fodder with an IQ of 40; he's definitely not someone to be fooled. If you trick him into revealing anything and he reports you, your undercover career will be over before it even begins.
After feigning ignorance and grinning for 30 seconds, Shang Qinghua's mind went blank for a moment, and he immediately stammered, "This...it might be because..."
Because they knelt without hesitation?
Because the king's voice was loud and sincere?
Because of the swift and decisive abandonment of dignity?
Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, only to be met with a series of heart-wrenching coughs.
Shang Qinghua coughed until tears streamed down his face. He took a step back, his face showing disgust.
There's always someone who can subdue you; just wait and see who I summon to deal with you!
Sure enough, five seconds later, Yue Qingyuan's voice came from behind: "Junior Brother Qingqiu, the Demon Clan's actions are unpredictable. Junior Brother Shang only managed to escape a great calamity with great difficulty. Even if you have questions to ask, it would be better to wait for him to calm down."
He's here! The god-level summon beast, Good Samaritan Yue Qingyuan, has arrived on the battlefield!
Shang Qinghua silently began counting.
Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said, "Alright, alright. I know I'm being rude, so I'll stop now. Senior Brother Yue, please."
1 hit.
Yue Qingyuan said, "The junior brothers of Anding Peak are only helping Qingjing Peak this time. Why should you show them any sympathy or be stingy with your help? Junior Brother Shang, why is your cough getting worse? Should I go and call Junior Brother Mu from Qiancao Peak to take a look at you?"
Shang Qinghua shook his head at Yue Qingyuan, tears welling in his eyes. Counting continues: 2 hits.
Shen Qingqiu scoffed, "Each of the twelve peaks has its own duties and strengths. Anding Peak is exactly what it does. Why does Senior Brother Yue make them sound so aggrieved, as if only the Anding Peak of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect has anything to do? Besides, does Senior Brother think they don't complain enough behind people's backs?"
3 hits.
Yue Qingyuan remained patient and composed throughout, and was about to speak again when Shen Qingqiu immediately said, "Stop. Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Yue. I will listen again in the future. I'm leaving now."
!
He knew that if these two talked for more than five sentences, they would definitely end up on bad terms.
Shen Qingqiu walked away with the Xiuya Sword in his arms, and Yue Qingyuan turned back, saying, "Junior Brother Shang, you've been frightened."
Shang Qinghua hurriedly said, "No, no, no..."
Compared to the exhaustion and exploitation he's suffered these past few days, a little fright is nothing at all!
Because of this incident, it's unclear whether the former peak master of Anding Peak did this to appease Shang Qinghua or for some other reason, but he promoted him to a formal disciple.
Shang Qinghua chatted all the way back to the dormitory, packed his things, and went to the Xianrenju, the highest floor of Anding Peak, to report for duty.
Yes, you read that right. The disciples of An Dingfeng, who spend their lives bustling around like maids, live in a dormitory called "Idle Man's Abode." Idle my ass! Xiang Tian Dafei swore he hadn't meant any mockery when he named it, but now, looking at those three words, he deeply felt the malice of this world.
Shang Qinghua found her small room. Exhausted, she made the bed, turned around to pour herself a glass of water, and saw someone already sitting on the bed.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground in a very cliché way, his legs gave way, and he sat down on the ground: "...Your Majesty."
Mo Bei Jun's voice was as cold as ice: "Follow me for life, hmm?"
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