Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Not long after, Master Qingyan sent someone to call Luo Qingyan away, saying that he wanted to question her.

Luo Qingyan came to Yong'an Hall to salute and greet Master Qingyan.

Then, she saw He Jiaojiao and the other three people there, looking coldly at her and looking like they would look good on you.

What surprised her the most was that He Jiaojiao hadn't washed her head with vegetable soup until now. Was this because she wanted to complain?

Luo Qingyan couldn't help but admire her.

Chu Yi preemptively said angrily, "Master! The three of us were dining in the dining hall, and Luo Qingyan came over and attacked us indiscriminately. Look at Jiaojiao, and look at the injury on my head!"

Master Qingyan heard this and looked at Luo Qingyan. Luo Qingyan couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "I didn't do anything to you. I was eating when three vicious dogs suddenly came and barked at me, and they rushed over to bite me. I, I beat those vicious dogs out of desperation, and somehow I offended the three of them, and I don’t know why the three of them said that I was the one who beat you? Could it be that you are those three little beasts?"

Chu Yi and He Jiaojiao were furious. They pointed at Luo Qingyan but could not speak. They could only look at Master Qingyan with aggrieved expressions, "You... Master! You have to make the decision for us! Look at this little bitch... Luo Qingyan is so arrogant!"

Master Qingyan glanced coldly at the He Jiaojiao trio and stroked his beard, feeling that the boss was not happy.

Does this mean he is taking this old man for a fool? He coughed lightly and said in a low voice.

"He Jiaojiao, Chu Yi, Zhao Rou, the outer disciples and many others reported that you were the ones who took action first. You damaged all the items in the dining room, and you also fought with your fellow junior sisters in front of so many outer disciples. Get into a fight, fight, break the palace rules, and you will be punished to pay for all the losses in the dining room. He Jiaojiao, Zhao Rou, you two copy the palace rules a hundred times, Chu Yi is imprisoned for three months, and you copy the palace rules a hundred times. .”

"Ah? No, Master!"

"Master, are you partial?"

"Master, you can't do this!"

"..."

He Jiaojiao and the others were so aggrieved that they almost cried. They circled around Master Qingyan, pulled on his clothes, acted coquettishly and tried their best to change his mind.

Master Qingyan was so annoyed that he rolled his eyes in his heart. Can't a bunch of little bastards make me worry less? That old bastard in Qingjiang doesn't know what he's doing all day long, and a bunch of little brats can't even control him, so they have to bother him.

Then he said to Luo Qingyan with a fierce face, "Although you were forced to fight, you also violated the palace rules. As a punishment, you must copy the palace rules a hundred times!"

"what--"

After hearing this, Luo Qingyan drooped her head and turned into a bitter face. The boss was not happy. She was obviously the victim, so why should she be punished?

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back to collect our punishments!"

Master Qingyan's face was as dark as water, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "If you can't be cured, it's okay. These old men have lived in vain!"

Early the next morning, the sky was a little dark, foggy, and the air was a little humid.

Luo Qingyan and Wuyou were riding a flying sword together. Luo Qingyan had two big dark circles under her eyes. She used all her energy to paint the walls with excrement yesterday. She spent the entire night writing the palace rules a hundred times before copying them. over. She was so anxious that she went to the latrine and stayed there for half an hour. She was so angry.

Luo Qingyan blushed, a little embarrassed and angry, but she was the one who forced Wuyou to fly with her sword because she was afraid that Wuyou would not be able to fly alone and would fall.

Now Luo Qingyan's body was a little stiff, her back straightened unnaturally, and she didn't dare to move.

She was flying with her sword, and Wuyou stood carefully behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his black hair flying in the wind, and half of his handsome face was still pressed against Luo Qingyan's back.

She was so ashamed and angry that men and women were not close to each other, she thought to herself.