All the Female Apprentices Want to Kill Me

Shan Wuque was holding a candied haws in his hand, he opened his mouth lightly, unable to put down the whole thing, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole, said vaguely:

"happy!"

The breath from the tip of the nose lightly dissipated in the air.

"Senior brother is really kind to junior sister. It turns out there are so many interesting things besides cultivating immortals..."

For hundreds of years, she only knows about cultivation, but no one has ever told her that there is more than cultivation in this world.

Is Wu Chi really crazy?

Shan Wuque is just a cultivator, not a fairy, but in fact, she is no different from an ordinary girl after all.

She saw that the fireworks blooming in the sky would be intoxicated. There were too many things that she had given up after hundreds of years of cultivating immortals, and these things that had been buried in the deepest part of her heart, almost forgotten, were awakened by Su Bei little by little.

The fireworks sprinkled down, and the glazed fireworks filled the sky, reflecting Shan Wuque's sparkling eyes.

It reflected the sesame seed that was stained with sugar at the corner of Shan Wuque's mouth.

Seeing this natural and innocent appearance, Su Bei involuntarily stretched out his hand to pinch her delicate face, drew it on the corner of her mouth, and gently squeezed the sesame seed.

This kind of gentle behavior has long gone beyond the scope of senior brothers and sisters.

Shan Wuque's face was flushed, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to gently lick the corner of Su Bei's mouth that had just been touched, and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.

It seems that the senior brother is not a senior brother anymore.

That faint indescribable feeling, as if gradually warming up with the beating of my heart, dyed my ears red, and under the diffuse wind and snow, it was a little hot.

Seeing that Shan Wuque suddenly fell silent, mist rose from his eyes, looking at him.

Su Bei raised her eyebrows, and then stretched out her big hand to rub her hair. She squinted her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and she had a contented expression.

Shan Wuque clenched his little hands, opened his eyes to look at Su Bei, and suddenly said:

"Brother is my boyfriend!"

That innocent gaze instantly seemed to hit Su Bei's heart.

boom--

The lights are dimmed, and the fireworks in the sky are scattered all over the sky like heavy rain and sunset at this moment.

It rained in the sky.

Rain of stars and fire.

Su Bei smiled, pinched Shan Wuque's cheek fondly, nodded, and said softly:

"Well, it's your boyfriend, and you're also the brother's girlfriend."

In her mind, a boyfriend probably means a male friend.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a somewhat fiery breath coming from his ear, followed by a faint coolness on his cheek.

Just fleeting.

Su Bei froze for a moment, reached out and touched his cheek, and seemed to be able to feel a trace of sticky syrup sticking to the side of his face. Looking at Shan Wuque's face that was exactly the same as Shan Wulan's, he felt dumbfounded. The wind stood up gently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"In my brother's hometown, the West is like this, expressing the feelings between friends!"

"Junior Sister is super happy today!"

"..."

Somehow, the softness in Su Bei's heart was touched for the first time. Looking at the woman in front of him, she was exactly the same as her sister, but completely different.

With curved eyes, he said softly:

"It's very happy to be your boyfriend... Senior brother."

This sentence boyfriend is different from that sentence boyfriend.

Valley?/p>

......

The wind was blowing gently, Xiao Ruoqing took the big red nose mask from the peddler and gently put it on her face. Then, without knowing why, she approached Su Bei like a child on tiptoe, and then slapped On Su Bei's shoulder, he yelled at Su Bei with bared teeth and claws.

Su Bei was taken aback. Looking at the slender paws of his prodigal apprentice, stretching out his teeth and claws, he reached out and pinched the big red nose.

Then he wiped his cheeks a little guilty.

"Giggle!"

Looking at Xiao Ruoqing who had a smile on the corner of his mouth, Su Bei felt a little helpless.

Although Xiao Ruoqing was a little suspicious about what Shizun was doing with the Eighth Master Uncle when she was not around just now, but seeing the way Shizun was taken aback by herself, she couldn't help feeling relieved, everything in her heart followed the atmosphere of the fireworks tonight. dissipated.

"Master, let's guess the lantern riddles!"

"..."

Su Bei passed Xiao Ruoqing in one step, touched Jianniang's nursing mask, took her little hand with one hand, and nodded:

"Go and guess the lantern riddles!"

Looking at the lantern riddles one by one along the nine-curved Yellow River formation that I don't know who put it up:

"Half Spring and Autumn."

"Qin—"

Su Bei curled his lips, looked at the crossword puzzle that was not challenging at all, and then glanced at the prodigal apprentice who seemed to be enjoying it, coughed lightly, and opened his mouth

Chapter 150 Seven Li Zijun... What kind of person is he?

Now that he has seen himself, there is no need for him to hide.

Su Bei said to Shan Wuque, asking her to take good care of Jianniang and her prodigal disciples, and then a cloud of auspicious clouds floated under her feet, and then flew towards the tower.

For a moment, all eyes were on Su Bei in the sky.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the young man wearing a scarf just now was startled, and then quickly said to the person beside him:

"I... I just talked to Elder Su!!"

"real!"

The people around nodded their heads one after another, and nodded in agreement:

"Yeah, yes, we saw that!"

"..."

The tower has a very artistic name "Juxian Pavilion".

Su Bei smiled and looked at the person in front of him. This City Lord Li himself knew him, because Jianzong was not very far from Deluoxue City, so he was an old acquaintance of Jianzong.

Then he found a stare staring at him, as if seeing a rare treasure, Su Bei felt a chill down his spine.

Looking at the sitting person dressed in a Confucian shirt, he had a vague guess in his heart, this person should be Naerxia, right?

Then he bowed to the two of them and said:

"Su has met City Lord Li and Mr. Er Xia."

"..."

He couldn't help but secretly speculate in his heart that this Er Xia was quite normal, without that gnarled muscles.

Er Xia looked at Su Bei up and down, with a smile on his face, and squinted his eyes to look closely. He saw a green crown on Su Bei's head, a moonlight single shirt inside, and a white gown outside. With a gentle smile, there was a soft radiance on his face.

Picking up a cup of tea and handing it over, he said with a smile:

"Er Xia has met Elder Su."

"I heard that Elder Su is very talented, and today I finally got to meet the real person."

Su Bei smiled and said:

"Today, Su wanted to visit City Lord Li, but Su came here this time to take his disciples and younger sisters to play together, so he never wanted to alarm City Lord Li."

"..."

Li Zhidong took a meaningful look at Subei, then waved his hand, pointing to the many short tables under the city. Countless Confucian scholars sat in front of the short tables, wrote poems with brushes, and said:

"Elder Su has always been known as a talented scholar. I wonder if he can give some advice to these Confucian scholars?"

As soon as the words fell, Er Xia's eyes lit up in an instant. There were still many monks on the city tower, and their realms were all good. They all looked towards Subei.

Er Xia handed a cup of tea on the table to Su Bei's hand, and said with a gentle smile:

"There is no wine, but there is tea."

"Er Xia also wants to pay tribute to Mr.'s great talent!"

"..."

Er Xia has mixed feelings about this well-spoken Su Bei who wrote five poems handed down from generation to generation in a day, but he appreciates it. It is hard to imagine that in this Dongfeng where Taoism is the mainstream Such a great talent who is proficient in poetry and songs.

A few days ago, just as Li Zijun left the Kongchan Lake, Master Li Qiu learned that the song The Immortal Road Difficulty was written by Su Bei. After a long silence, he asked himself to come to look for him and wanted to invite him Elder Su went to Kongchan Lake.

I don't know why, but Li Zijun has an unusual obsession with Jianzong, and because Su Bei is proficient in poetry and poetry, Li Qiu thinks it's not bad, so he specially asked himself to come here, first to see him, and second I also came with the intention of taking the school exam.

In terms of appearance alone, Su Bei was indeed one of the few truly personable people he had ever met.

When it is quiet, it is as gentle as jade, and as indifferent as picking weeds.

When laughing, the demeanor suddenly climbed, as if a lonely pine was hanging.

For a moment, with all kinds of feelings in my heart, I sighed secretly, how could such a person be born in the ancient country of Dongfeng?If you practice Confucianism and Taoism in the ancient country of Nanfeng, you may not become the second Confucian saint!

Su Bei looked at the green tea in the cup, raised his head, and looked at the three women standing there from afar.

Then he smiled at the two of them and said:

"It's fine to point out, Su's lack of talent and learning is not enough to point out these Confucian scholars, but today, when it is the Lantern Festival, Su has a poem in his heart."

"..."

As soon as Su Bei's voice fell, everyone's eyes turned to where Su Bei was.

——This is the time to verify what you think.

Have you ever said that poem?Li Zijun, this somewhat special, gentle woman whom I can't see through, is somewhat mysterious!