Chapter 92: Masturbation Adventure 3
Skyfly Chiji has a bad habit of cutting outlines.
Before he officially starts writing, he will first plant a small hint in the text and observe the trend of the book review area to decide what to include in the plot outline.
For example, Shen Qingqiu, who has been ranked as "a jerk who doesn't need to explain" more than 10,000 times, is a tragic product with a cut outline.
Oh, and there was also Brother Bing’s father, who was chopped even more harshly and didn’t even appear on the scene.
The benefit of this is that it serves the readers and at least ensures that the subscription does not take a nosedive into the pool.
The bad thing is that the original foreshadowing is useless, and the story is full of loopholes and traps. Readers who have a little pursuit, taste, and are not easily fooled will curse loudly.
Shooting Planes to the Sky is often very depressing. Because he actually doesn't like to write about crazy face slapping all the time, especially when the faces of the villains are all below the passing line. Occasionally, he also wants to create a three-dimensional villain with multiple sides, to show that he also has a basic study of human nature and a little pursuit of literary ideals.
But readers don't buy it.
So compared with the readers, human nature and literary ideals are nothing hahahahahahahaha!
Let's get back to the point. It is precisely because of this bad habit that many of the original details are lost and the fetus is stillborn. For example...
When did Mobei-Jun catch Shang Qinghua?
Of course, the main storyline is that Brother Bing is so domineering and murderous, who cares how a cannon fodder like you became a spy?
The missing part will be automatically filled by this world. Therefore, Airplane Chicory completely lost his foresight advantage as the author, so when the plot really started, he was delayed by several shots before entering the state!
Senior Brother X drew out his sword (a sword that a disciple of Anding Peak would not have the opportunity to unsheathe even once in eight hundred years), and shouted with full force: "Who is this monster who dares to do this to you!"
The brothers were extremely excited and drew their swords: "How dare you show off in front of the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain Sect..."
Mobei-Jun was obviously in a very bad mood. He didn't even let the cannon fodder finish his entrance speech as usual. His knuckles crackled, icy arrows flew like the wind, and heads fell with a thud.
Shang Qinghua screamed and roared in his heart: So scary! But so handsome! So damn handsome!!!
But no matter how handsome he was, if he was destined to be killed by him in the future, Shang Qinghua would not do it!
Suddenly, Senior Brother X pushed him on the shoulder and said, "Go quickly!"
Shang Qinghua's heart was frying in oil and on fire, but he was extremely clear-headed, and his hands and feet were firmly stuck to the car like chewing gum: "What are you going to do?"
Senior Brother x: "Eliminate demons and defend justice, and enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"
Why don't you go first?
Shang Qinghua said, “Senior brother, please go first!”
Senior Brother x was furious: “Just go if I tell you to go, why are you talking so much nonsense!” Together with the others, they all started to pull and kick Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua knew that this group of outer disciples simply wanted him to hold back Mobei-Jun to buy them time to escape. He was extremely firm in his stance, firmly occupying a base and remaining unmoved, crying: “No, Senior Brother! We’ve been classmates for years, and you have the heart to let me be cannon fodder at this time!”
Senior Brother X said without thinking: "What cannon fodder? If you can capture this demon, you will definitely make a great contribution and rise to prominence. This is the only way out for us outer disciples. It's right in front of us."
Shang Qinghua felt that he could no longer hold onto the car, and said with a broken heart, “I went. I really went!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was peeled off the car alive, thrown to the ground, blocking in front of Mobei Jun's feet.
The sword is still half in its sheath, and I am undecided whether to draw it or not.
Mobei Jun sneered, and a cold blue flashed across his eyes. In a split second, Shang Qinghua hugged his thighs with a thud.
Brothers: "=口="
Mobei Jun: “==”
Shang Qinghua: "Your Majesty, please let me follow you for the rest of my life!"
Mobei Jun wanted to kick him away, but Shang Qinghua was too sticky. It was even more difficult to kill him with a palm strike, because he was like a gecko climbing a wall, flexibly crawling around and sticking firmly to people's thighs.
I couldn't help but get furious.
When the outer disciples of Anding Peak saw that he had such a unique skill, they were overjoyed and abandoned their carts and goods and ran away.
Shang Qinghua had just started cursing in his mind when within three seconds he heard screams from the front.
Countless slender, silver-white ice strings pierced his chest, splashing blood everywhere.
Seeing this, Shang Qinghua immediately clung to Mobei Jun's thigh and began to babble: "Your Majesty, please accept me. I am very useful!"
Mobei Jun's body seemed to tilt for a moment, and he said, "Oh? What are you for?"
“I can serve tea, water, wash clothes, and fold quilts… No.” Shang Qinghua gave him a considerate analysis: “Look, my king, I can be your undercover agent in the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, pass on intelligence, and realize the great feat of the demon clan unifying the human world.”
Mobei-jun hehe.
"You are an outer disciple from Anding Peak. If you act as an undercover agent, when will it take for the demons to unify the human world?"
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly: "Don't be discriminatory, this is not good."
Why do even the demons discriminate against their lineage... and their discrimination against the concept of "An Ding Peak" even exceeds their discrimination against "outer disciples"... I can't accept this, I really can't accept this!
While he was crying, grumbling, and refusing to obey, Mobei-Jun collapsed without any warning.
Shang Qinghua was still holding onto his thighs, but when Mobei-Jun fell, he was almost crushed, so he quickly let go. He squatted there in a daze for a while, and suddenly reacted:
Mobei-Jun came here with injuries, right?
No wonder his face is so stinky, he’s so irritable, and he’s so easy to push away!
Did you just happen to get hurt by your own hand?
Sometimes being cheap is an advantage!
Shang Qinghua moved over cautiously and examined it carefully.
As expected, there was a thin wound about the length of a finger joint on the lower back of Mobei Jun, probably on the right kidney. A golden sharp point protruded from the middle of the wound, vaguely visible as it was made of gold wire and had a complicated craftsmanship, and was in the shape of the edge of a petal.
So coquettish, it’s the diamond-shaped dart from the Huanhua Palace, that’s right!
This weapon was made up by the author, Airplane Chicory. The dart is thin and small, and is coated with a little anesthetic, so it is difficult for the person hit by the dart to feel that something has been shot into his body. If you move it too hard, the dart will "bloom" gorgeously, growing six sharp petals to cut the internal organs of the person hit. Does it sound familiar? It seems to be designed in conjunction with some kind of creature from the demon world, right? It doesn't matter, it's easy to handle. This can be explained as the diamond flower dart was designed by a senior from the Fantasy Flower Palace who escaped from the demon world based on the alien creature called "love thread". In short, don't pay attention to such details!
The voice-over ends, and the topic is forced back to the point.
In other words, this great devil who might very well kill him with one blow in the future, not only had his kidney stabbed by Huanhua Palace, but he was also under moderate anesthesia.
It seems that Mobei Jun just managed to escape from the encirclement of Huanhua Palace. The demons are very vengeful, and it just so happened that the Huanhua Palace suffered the most casualties during the encirclement of the Immortal Alliance, which fits in perfectly with his setting...
Shang Qinghua was muttering to himself with a smirk on his face. He searched the ground for a long time and found a stone half the size of his head. He weighed it and found it was quite heavy.
One, two, three, he pretended to hit Mobei Jun on the head, who had his eyes tightly closed.
The system has no warning prompts or interception sounds.
Shang Qinghua felt relieved.
No warning, that is to say: you can kill!
“My king, my king, this is God’s will, please don’t blame me.” Shang Qinghua prayed insincerely, and then the stone fell!
——The car braked right in front of Mobei-Jun’s perfect nose.
Mobei-Jun has extraordinary significance to him.
It can be said that Mobei Jun is the type of man that Juju dreams of becoming. Strong, cool, and doing his own thing, just like every child dreams of becoming Ultraman in childhood.
How could he watch him kill Ultraman with his own hands!!!
Shang Qinghua sighed for a while.
After sighing, I thought shamelessly that it would be better if I just stopped watching.
So he turned his head and raised the stone high.
——No, it still can’t be done.
Shang Qinghua threw away the heavy weapon with a bang, his eyes sparkling, and he was about to pounce on Mobei-Jun.
No, no, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this face is too demonic.
In fact, he doesn't really think highly of Bingge's fair-skinned and pretty appearance. Kikuchi gave the protagonist this configuration just to make the stallion's hardware more complete, and the stallion must be grown scientifically. The protagonist can't help but be criticized, Bingge can be said to be a fan every three steps and a hater every five steps.
But Mobei-Jun is different. The supporting characters are meant to be loved, but Mobei-Jun has hardly ever been criticized.
This character was created entirely according to his preferences. As a character secretly favored by the author, Mobei Jun embodies the aesthetic of a literati's ideal homosexuality.
Don't ask why Luo Binghe doesn't reflect his aesthetics. Luo Binghe's role is mainly to satisfy his desire to pretend to be cool and slap people in the face [cross out] and □□ [cross out].
Even though she hasn't fully grown yet, she still fully lives up to his sixteen-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose bridge, full of masculine spirit, and unparalleled coldness and arrogance."
This is the dream handsome man in his heart!
The stone weapon was raised and dropped, dropped and raised again. For the first time in Shang Qinghua's life (his life after traveling here), he was faced with a difficult life choice.
Finally, Shang Qinghua decided: Let’s get a room!
Go to the inn to book a room...oh no, a house.
There were corpses everywhere. Shang Qinghua hesitated for a moment, then dumped the pile of heavy and useless things from Qingjing Peak from the cart like garbage. He carried Mobei Jun up, face down, and covered his face, which he couldn't control himself at the sight of himself.
The Cangqiong Mountain Sect could not return for the time being. They would not be able to notice what had happened so quickly, because this trip was supposed to take seven days, and only two days had passed.
大好機會嘛。在遭受襲擊的魔族小世子身心脆弱的時候守護在他身邊不離不棄什麽的，多少也算個人情。
尚清華一邊這麽自我安慰着，一邊吭哧吭哧，推着大板車往城裏的方向走去。
開房，花的是尚清華這些年自己攢下來的一點私房錢。
他目前只是一個平平無奇的外門弟子，沒能有管賬和挪用公款的權限。開一間房，已經是他經濟水平能支撐的極限。那麽理所當然的，是一間單人房。房裏也理所當然的，只有一張床。
這張床屬于誰，也是理所當然的事。
當然是給他自己！
尚清華成大字型在床上挺了一會兒屍，舒展筋骨完畢，又爬起來把漠北君抱上了床。
開玩笑，本來漠北君受了傷就心情不好火氣大，等他醒來，發現自己躺在地上或者窩在椅子裏，還要不要命了。當心他不分青紅皂白就賞自己一梭子冰錐。
剛才路過藥鋪時尚清華買了點xx膏，雖說依照魔族異形般的生命力就這麽扔着不管，戳多大個窟窿也會慢慢長好，但既然決定抱大腿，就要懂得抛棄矜持，表現誠意。他豪邁地挖了一大坨，往漠北君破了個洞的腎上堵，覺着差不多堵好了，再把漠北君翻過來，擺成雙手合十的睡美人姿态，欣賞了一下腦內理想建模的完美臉龐，尚清華這才枕着雙手睡在了床的外側。
夏夜悶熱，開着窗子也無一絲涼風。
輾轉反側半宿，好容易打了個盹兒，冷不防被人當臀一腳踹下了地。
尚清華險些被這一踹得吓破了膽。
連滾帶爬驚魂未定鑽到桌子下，扭頭一看，漠北君直挺挺從床上坐了起來，眼裏藍光亮得如同充電充過了頭。
尚清華早就想好臺詞了，聲情并茂，捶胸頓足道：“大王，您總算醒了——”
漠北君不為所動，冷冷看着他。
尚清華：“您還記得我是誰嗎？”
對方不搭理他，尚清華也一點不覺得尴尬，自顧自道：“那個，咱們剛才在小路見過面的。我說我要追随您一生一世，做大王您的……”
漠北君打斷他：“你抱着我作甚。”
“……貼心小棉襖……”尚清華怔了怔：“您說啥？我怎麽您了？”
“你抱着我。”
恍然大悟，晴天霹靂。
這鬼天熱得跟烤爐似的，偏偏漠北君體質陰寒，他睡得迷迷糊糊，下意識往清涼的那邊靠，越靠越涼越舒服，怪不得做夢夢到一根大雪糕，幸福地四肢章魚狀齊齊纏上，邊舔邊流出了眼淚。
尚清華仔細窺看漠北君的臉和脖子，沒有異樣的水光，忍不住阿彌陀佛。
他小心翼翼道：“您身上冰冷，我怕您是不是要不行了，這才抱着您啊。”
漠北君聞言，嗤道：“蠢貨。我天生如此，身體越冷越好。又不是人。”
尚清華一直察言觀色，見他表情松動，立即笑逐顏開，正準備從桌子下鑽出來，漠北君忽地恢複了冷冰冰的音容：“你敢再動試試。”
尚清華立刻不敢動了，可憐巴巴地抱住木腿，像只倉鼠一樣團在桌子下。
“你有什麽目的。”
尚清華厚顏道：“沒有什麽目的，就是想一生一世追随您。”
漠北君只當沒聽見：“你是安定峰外門弟子。”
尚清華現在總覺得別人強調“安定峰”這三個字就帶着一種歧視的意味，生怕他嫌自己沒用直接滅了，鑽出個頭：“大王你聽我說，我還年輕，還有上升的機會……”
“進去！”
尚清華連忙退回安全地帶。
等到這個距離漠北君滿意了，他才道：“你助我，是為‘上升的機會’？”
果然心高氣傲，不說“救”這個偏向弱勢的動詞，而換成了“助”這個輔助意味的詞。
尚清華不知道怎麽回答。
“不是”？可信度低于3%。“是”？漠北君比較鄙夷那類沒風骨的小人，這也是為什麽原著殺原裝尚清華不手軟的原因，因為從一開始就沒打算讓這貨活着。何必說出來上趕着降好感度？
好在漠北君心中早有定論，尚清華已經被“啪”的蓋上了一個“貪生怕死須溜拍馬出賣師門”的章，也不需要他的回答，冷哼了一聲，重新躺下。
尚清華等了半晌，沒有進一步動作。
這……算是暫時接收了他的投誠？
不過也說明，漠北君腎上這傷比他想象的要重，不然恐怕沒這麽容易罷休。
最終，尚清華還是沒敢貿貿然靠前，窩在桌子底下，胡亂湊合了一夜。
折騰大半夜，早上醒來，尚清華就正式開始了當牛做馬忙忙碌碌的一天。
光是上午，尚清華就任勞任怨地上上下下跑了二十多次，給浴桶換了七八次水。
這些水是給漠北君療傷用的，冰法總歸泡在水裏方便些。泡不了小半個時辰，好好的一桶水就能泡成冰渣子。
尚清華縮在角落，一邊啃随身帶的幹糧一邊看漠北君脫衣服。
看着看着，忽然發現漠北君不脫了，不是很高興地盯着他。
尚清華嚼吧嚼吧兩下，急急多吃了幾口，防止漠北君突然要他把幹糧交出來。
漠北君：“很閑？”
尚清華忙道：“不鹹，這個是甜的。”
他還沒來得及再吃幾口，幾條黑影兜頭罩臉撲來。
于是尚清華不閑了，他還要給新認的主子洗衣服。
是的，魔族小世子出來就穿了這麽一身，又是破洞又是血又是汗的，還能穿嗎？當然要縫縫補補洗洗曬曬了。
低魔仙俠世界就是這麽的不浪漫，慘淡的、萬惡的現實主義！尚清華發誓，如果還有機會變回向天打飛機菊苣，他下本要寫個高魔玄幻流，腦洞可生吞、科學給狗啃的那種，織雲成衫剪月為帶，所有的力氣活勾勾小指就解決了，再也不需要有安定峰這種悲哀的存在！
貼心地補好了漠北君腎那塊兒的小破洞，擰幹淨挂在屋子裏，尚清華覺得這天自己的表現夠好了，腆着臉想爬上床去，沒靠到床沿，歷史重演，又被踹了一下。
他坐在地上，兩眼含淚：“大王啊，你不讓我躺在床上，萬一你夜裏冷了、渴了、餓了、想翻身了……該怎麽辦？”
漠北君道：“好辦。”
一根繩子，一端系在漠北君手指上，一端系在尚清華……
手指上？
哪有那麽好的事，脖子上而已。
尚清華躺在地上挺屍，心想這人活得真他媽不如狗……唯一能想到的自我安慰是好歹漠北君不是變态，另一端沒系在【哔——】上，那才是不人道咧。
這種含辛茹苦的日子只過了四天，可尚清華真真度日如年。連到了晚上都噩夢不斷。
這天半夜，尚清華睡得正酣，又做夢了。
這回他夢見自己還在現實世界，對着電腦嘤嘤哭泣，旁邊是一個兇神惡煞的壯碩大漢，正拿着一根毛刺刺的黃瓜抽打他的臉，邊抽打邊咆哮：“你寫的都是些什麽破jb玩意兒！”
向天打飛機拼命躲避黃瓜，奮力辯解道：“我已經很久沒有碼字了！絕世黃瓜兄你不要這樣！”
絕世黃瓜：“那還不趕快更新！”說着一個繩圈套上他脖子。
萬般痛苦中，尚清華掙紮着醒來，脖子還在一緊一緊。順着望過去，漠北君躺在床上，頻率極高地拉着綁在他手上的那一端繩子。
尚清華有氣無力道：“大王你要點什麽？”
問了兩聲，才發現漠北君不是故意在整人。他根本是無意識狀态，很不舒服地翻來覆去。可憐了脖子被拉着的尚清華，給他逮這麽兩下，眼珠子差點給擠出來。
漠北君皺着眉，還在不安分地滾。
尚清華蹑手蹑腳靠到床前，看了他光潔額頭上淺淺沁出的汗珠和飄着微微熱氣的衣服就明白了。
漠北君看上去好像只有個小傷口沒什麽大不了，其實情況有點嚴重，只是他死撐着不說。再加上冰法系魔族本來就讨厭炎熱的天氣，時值盛夏，可能傷口正在呈現一種類似發炎的病變。
腎好的這麽慢，是不是需要來點腎寶強化一下！
尚清華認命地出去，不怕夜半三更敲門讨人嫌，要了兩把蒲扇，回來左一把右一把，玩兒了老命地扇。
邊扇邊呵欠連天，扇得自己都快兩眼模糊了，半夢半醒間，好像看到漠北君的眼睛是睜着的，冰藍的瞳孔在月光下又亮又冷，像一對瑰麗詭谲的貓眼。
這情形着實吓人。尚清華一個激靈，睜大了狗眼，再好好一看，又分明是緊閉着的。
一覺醒來，發現大事不好。
他居然趴在床上睡。
好險好險，萬幸漠北君還沒醒，醒了不得把自己腦漿子踢飛！
尚清華連忙跳下床，躺倒自己那片地上。
過了一會兒，漠北君才坐了起來。
尚清華心籲，就差那麽一點，再遲點醒來，就要血濺當場了。
次日，得了漠北大王恩準，終于能重見天日，出門上街去走走。
In fact, he hugged Mobei Jun's thigh and cried, "My king, I'm out of dry food. My cultivation is not high enough to let you eat whenever you want or not. If you don't let me go to the street to buy dry food, I'm starving to death in this room. Be careful that my corpse stinks for you..."
I ordered a bowl of porridge from a shop on the corner. The porridge was as clear as water. I looked down and saw my own shadow, which looked as haggard as a yellow flower hit by rain and being bullied.
Just when he was feeling miserable, he suddenly heard someone calling him "Junior Brother" from behind.
When he turned around, he saw four or five young men with fluttering sleeves and ethereal looks, carrying long swords on their backs, walking towards him solemnly.
Fellow disciples, fellow disciples from the Cangqiong Mountain School!
Yes, seven days have passed, and the organization sent someone to find him!
Shang Qinghua's eyes filled with tears. He ran out and trembled as he stretched out his hand: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Wei!"
The leading young man was very different from the others. He had two swords hanging from his waist, one long and one short. His sleeves were as fluttering as the breeze. He was none other than Senior Brother Wei Qingwei from Wanjian Peak. He took the sword and said with emotion, "X Junior Brother, you...what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you look so different that you don't even look like a human anymore!"
“…”
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly: "That's probably because I'm not Senior Brother X."
He just doesn't eat well and is a little thinner now, what do you mean he is not in human form? And Brother Wei, I have wiped every sword on the Wanjian Peak sword testing platform more than three times, and you also asked me to sweep your room and cook for you, you forgot about your face so quickly!
Wei Qingwei smiled and said, "I'm just kidding. Junior Brother Shang, why are you the only one here? Where are the others? Why did you postpone your return? What happened?"
"Uh, the others... the others..."
The close combat was too sudden, and Shang Qinghua couldn't make up a perfect story at the moment. He could only shake his body twice with a pale face, and fell to the ground with a thud.
When he was pretending to be dead, he felt Wei Qingwei squatting down and poking his face. The others said, "Brother, he is fainted, what should we do?"
Wei Qingwei poked and said, "What can we do? Let's go back first."
dome peak.
Rows of corpses were placed outside the main hall. All the Anding Peak outer disciples who had gone down the mountain to pick up the goods that day, except for Shang Qinghua, were lying here.
Shang Qinghua knelt in front of the corpse, tears falling from his eyes.
There's no way. It's not easy to survive in this world of cultivation. For someone like him with such bad congenital conditions, it would be impossible if his tear glands were not well developed.
After the peak masters finished their questions, the atmosphere became tense, and they went into the hall to discuss.
Suddenly, the sound of the rings on the sword tassels clashing against each other was heard, and a young man in the Qingjingfeng school uniform slowly approached.
The boy had fair skin, long eyebrows, pale lips, and a slightly mean look. His black hair and blue ribbons were scattered behind his shoulders, and he held a long sword in his arms. He was the mean ghost of the dead star, a rare flower on the Qingjing Peak, and the leading villain of the generation in "The Proud Immortal Demon Path" - Shen Qingqiu.
After Shen Qingqiu checked the body, he asked casually, "Did the demons ask you to bring any message or anything?"
Shang Qinghua was stunned: "No?"
Shen Qingqiu raised his chin slightly, so he often looked down upon others. Every time Shang Qinghua spoke to him, he felt that he was looking down upon him. Although it didn’t matter if he looked down upon him, he was used to it…
Shen Qingqiu smiled and said, "This is very strange. Seven or eight people are all dead. If they didn't have something for you to tell us, why would they leave you alive?"
Shang Qinghua blinked, "Uh——"
Shen Qingqiu really laughed this time: "Shang - Junior Brother. How did you manage to escape unscathed and return to Cangqiong Mountain Sect?"
The words here must not be treated lightly.
Shen Qingqiu is different from those paper cannon fodders with an IQ of 40. He is definitely not easy to fool. If you find out something about him and report him, your undercover career will end before it even begins.
After pretending to be stupid and laughing for 30 seconds, Shang Qinghua's head lighted up, and he immediately stammered, "This... might be because..."
Because he knelt without hesitation?
Because the king shouted loudly and sincerely?
Because dignity was abandoned so cleanly and decisively?
Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, and what followed was a burst of heart-wrenching coughing.
Shang Qinghua coughed until tears rolled down his cheeks. He took a step back, a look of disgust on his face.
Every thing has its own conqueror. Just wait and see who I will summon to deal with you!
Sure enough, five seconds later, Yue Qingyuan's voice came from behind: "Junior Brother Qingqiu, the demons have no rules to follow, and Junior Brother Shang has escaped the disaster with great difficulty. Even if you have something to ask, it is better to wait for him to calm down."
Out! The god-level summoned beast good guy Yue Qingyuan has arrived at the battlefield!
Shang Qinghua began to count silently.
Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said, "Okay. My words are not pleasant to listen to, so I won't say any more. Senior Brother Yue, please go in."
1hit.
Yue Qingyuan said: "The brothers from Anding Peak are here to help Qingjing Peak. Why should you be so stingy as to show them even a little sympathy... Brother Shang, why are you coughing more and more? Do you want me to ask Brother Mu from Qiancao Peak to come and take a look at you?"
Shang Qinghua shook his head towards Yue Qingyuan with tears of gratitude. Continue counting: 2 hits.
Shen Qingqiu sneered: "Each of the twelve peaks has its own duties and strengths. Anding Peak is originally for this purpose. Why does Senior Brother Yue have to say that they are so aggrieved, as if only the Anding Peak of Cangqiong Mountain Sect has something to do. Besides, don't you think they don't curse each other enough behind their backs on weekdays?"
3hit.
Yue Qingyuan remained patient throughout, and was about to say something, but Shen Qingqiu immediately said, "Stop. Thank you, Senior Brother Yue, for your teachings. Qingqiu will listen to you again later. I'm leaving now."
!
He knew that if these two people talked for more than five sentences, they would definitely end up in a bad mood.
Shen Qingqiu walked away holding the Xiu Ya Sword. Yue Qingyuan turned back and said, "Junior Brother Shang, you are frightened."
Shang Qinghua said hurriedly: "No, no, no..."
Compared with the fatigue and exploitation he had endured in the past few days, the little shock was nothing at all!
Because of this incident, I don’t know whether the old leader of Anding Peak wanted to appease Shang Qinghua or not, but he promoted him to a formal disciple.
Shang Qinghua talked all the way, went back to Datong Shop to pack his things, and then reported to Xianrenju on the highest floor of Anding Peak.
Yes, you read it right. The dormitory where the disciples of Anding Peak, who had been busy all their lives and worked like servants, lived was actually called "Xianrenju". Idle ass! Xiang Tian swore that he had not made any mockery when he first came up with this name, but now looking at these three words, he deeply felt the malice of this world.
Shang Qinghua found his own little room, and despite being exhausted both physically and mentally, he insisted on making his bed. He turned around and poured himself a glass of water. When he looked back, someone was already sitting on the bed.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground in a very clichéd way. His feet went limp and he sat on the ground: "...Your Majesty."
Mobei Jun's voice was as cold as ice: "Follow me forever, huh?"