The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Sitting on the paper crane, Ouyang returned to the flower boat, and just as he landed on the flower boat, he saw Leng Qingsong standing on the deck looking at the palace appearing in the sky in a daze.

It's a pity that Leng Qingsong has already replaced that white gauze dress, otherwise it would be a picture of a big man in women's clothing looking at the moon in peace.

Ouyang was a little disappointed, his younger brother's black material sold very well in Qing Yunzong!

Jumping off the paper crane, Leng Qingsong looked at Ouyang and asked softly: "Brother, I want to beat Master."

"That's right, when he comes back, I'll put on a sack and you do it!" Ouyang nodded and said.

The old boy quietly set up a game for the two of them for more than ten years. Although it was for the benefit of Leng Qingsong, it was not a loss if he was beaten, he dared to set himself up!

Leng Qingsong looked at the corner of the palace in the sky, and said in a daze, "It seems that there is something calling me in this palace,"

Ouyang squinted his eyes and looked at the majestic palace in the sky. Although he could only see a corner of the palace, he could still feel the majesty and majesty of the palace.

But looking at the shape of the palace, the tall circular vault looks like a tomb. Could it be that my brother summoned the tomb of an ancient fairy?

Ouyang turned his head to look at Leng Qingsong and said: "This is a gift from the old man. The contents inside must be of great help to your Taoism. When you return to the sect, let's see what the old man in charge says."

Regarding Ling Feng's matter, Ouyang still chose to conceal it. After all, it was all his own conjecture, and he was still not sure what the identity of Lao Ling was.

If he hastily told his brother, Ouyang could figure it out with his toes, and when he returned to the sect, Leng Qingsong would definitely charge Ling Feng with his sword in his arms.

Ouyang, a monk in the out-of-body period, didn't care about it. At worst, he would destroy his physical body, and then let the third child destroy his soul, and promised to throw away his ashes.

What Ouyang is afraid of is what is hidden behind Ling Feng. A demon saint is weird enough, why is there something that even the system can't judge?

This kind of thing has never happened since I traveled to this world, and this is the first time that the system has garbled characters.

Before finding clues, Ouyang still doesn't intend to startle the snake.

Moreover, after returning to the sect this time, I must make up for the knowledge about the soul, otherwise I will have no other choice but to jump to the monks who are above the out-of-body period in the future.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Leng Qingsong asked.

Ouyang came back to his senses, smiled and said, "I'm wondering what's going on with your grandfather now? Seriously, it's okay if you don't kill him?"

This time I came to the world to cut off the cause and effect of the mundane world for my second child, and save the life of the old emperor. Will it affect Leng Qingsong's mood?

Leng Qingsong shook his head and said: "I have a pure heart, and I have nothing to do with the affairs of the mortal world. When I return to the small mountain, I want to retreat for a few days to stabilize my realm."

Ouyang scratched his face, his second son talked more and more, did he get out of the shadow of social terror?

Ouyang curiously opened the attribute panel of his second child:

Name: Leng Qingsong (Son of Plane)

Cultivation level: Nascent Soul first level

Root bone: 10+1

Lucky: 10

Charisma: 10

Kendo qualification: 10+1

Exclusive skill: I am the sword!

Evaluation: A son of a plane with a little social phobia, the protagonist is destined to be the protagonist!

All attributes have not changed, but the evaluation has changed from a little bit of social phobia to a little bit, has it increased or decreased?

Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong's little-changed attribute panel, and shook his head immediately. Ouyang didn't fully believe in the attribute panel created by his own system.

More is to use this property panel to understand some specific situations.

After all, garbled characters can be typed out. It seems that even the system in this world is unpredictable.

Ouyang and Leng Qingsong went back to their respective rooms, threw the paper cranes on the deck, and took them back when Tutu woke up tomorrow.

The flower boat flew in the direction of Qing Yunzong, traveling quickly all the way.

Ouyang, who was sleeping on the bed, was woken up by the sound of yelling and laughing.

Rubbing his eyes, he still hasn't realized what's going on.

Leng Qingsong opened the door and walked in and said, "Senior brother, Xiaoyue is leaving."

"Yo, Xiaoyue has already called out? You won't sneak through someone's window in the middle of the night, right?" Ouyang said with a malicious smile at Leng Qingsong when he heard Leng Qingsong's words.

Leng Qingsong blushed and stammered, "I didn't!"

"That's why she opened your window!" Ouyang said with certainty after seeing Leng Qingsong's expression.

"Brother, you..." Leng Qingsong stopped talking, and silently put his hand on the hilt of his sword. Talking about talking, he couldn't beat Ouyang if a hundred of them were tied together.

"Just kidding, I'm kidding!" Ouyang said quickly when he saw that his junior brother touched the hilt of the sword, he knew that this kid couldn't afford it anymore.

Leng Qingsong glared at Ouyang, then turned and left Ouyang's room.

Ouyang put on his clothes and walked out of the room, and he could vaguely see the Qingyun Peak of Qingyunzong in the distance.

"It's home!" Ouyang said with a sigh.

It's just that after leaving for a few days, Ouyang feels as if he has been out for a long time.

Hu Tutu rode a paper crane and flew around the flower boat, giggling and laughing around the flower boat.

The past few days have been suppressed cultivation, but this child was suffocated.

Chang Xiaoyue, who was wearing a long red dress, strode over, and first glanced at Leng Qingsong affectionately.

The latter just scratched his head in embarrassment like getting an electric shock.

Chang Xiaoyue secretly scolded the idiot, cast a flirtatious glance at Leng Qingsong, then looked at Ouyang and said: "Junior brother, from now on it is the boundary of Qingyun Sect, it is really inconvenient for me to appear in Qingyun Sect. So I'm sending you here."

Ouyang nodded, then thought of something, took out two white porcelain bottles from the savings bag and handed them to Chang Xiaoyue, saying: "This is my latest potpourri fragrance, one bottle is yours, and the other bottle is for my wife."

Chang Xiaoyue took the white porcelain vase and glanced at Leng Qingsong who was standing there blankly, sighed and smiled at Ouyang and said: "Junior Brother Ouyang, Master is indeed right, you are the one who resembles Uncle Hu Yun the most. "

"The old man is far behind me!" Ouyang replied disdainfully, can the old man compare himself with the earthy love story or the old man who copied it from himself?

Chang Xiaoyue also nodded in agreement and said: "This is the reason why Master told me not to choose you. You are like Uncle Hu Yun, gentle and considerate, making people feel caring, but in fact you are the most ruthless person!"

"Master, why did you say that about me! Slander! I don't even have a girlfriend!" Ouyang immediately said angrily.

He said it as if he was a scumbag, but he was obviously a virgin!

Chang Xiaoyue took a deep look at Leng Qingsong, betting her life on him, she chuckled and said: "So I believe in Master, it's better to choose an honest husband!"