The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Dawn lifts the veil of night, and the sky is bright.

Su Baiche stepped into the bamboo forest, and as far as his eyes could see, all the bamboo fell to the ground, "It seems that he has vented all night, and this will bring his anger to the peak. It's the best time for me to come."

Tong Xi was slightly stunned: "So you have such a plan, but I underestimated you."

Su Baiche snorted: "Idiot."

After all, he saw a figure.

The young man was leaning on the bamboo, his robe was wrinkled everywhere, his loose black hair was covered with bamboo leaves, he lowered his head slightly, staring at the piece of hair satin in his hand.

"Look, it looks like a mess."

Su Baiche let out a low snort, and immediately changed his expression, with a gentle gesture on his face, and walked over slowly, "What happened, so many bamboos were broken."

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes changed, he put Zhe Xing in his arms, and looked towards the person who came, "I practiced here last night."

Su Baiche showed hesitation, and asked for a moment, "But did you encounter any troubles in cultivation?"

"Never." Zhou Xuanlan nodded slightly, ready to leave.

Su Baiche hurriedly took a step forward: "I happen to be free, if you have any questions about cultivation, you can come and ask."

This kid has a good face, but he is not good at asking when encountering obstacles in his practice. He looks like a boring gourd. What kind of great weapon will he become in the future!

Su Baiche was disdainful in his heart, but with a friendly smile on his face, he said softly: "You are my Qingling disciple, even if Shen Xianjun does not want to teach you spells, there is no need to be disheartened. responsibility."

Zhou Xuanlan paused, narrowing his long and narrow eyes, "In that case, please ask Master Su to practice a move with me."

Tong Xi hurriedly said: "Great opportunity, defeat him quickly, and use this opportunity to teach spells."

Su Baiche said coldly: "Are you talking nonsense?"

He channeled the spiritual power in his body, and the mist-like spiritual energy in all directions wrapped him around from head to toe. Coupled with his cool and beautiful face, a hazy beauty emerged.

When ordinary people see this, they must be a little dazed.

Su Baiche raised his head, and his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanlan, only to find that he had closed his eyes at some point.

Tong Xi chuckled: "It must be because you look so beautiful, he closed his eyes because he was worried about shaking his mind."

Su Baiche's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word, the spiritual power in his palm was even stronger, and he struck with a bang.

boom!

A huge crack opened in the ground, winding all the way, and all the bamboo fell down.

But Zhou Xuanlan was unbiased, standing at the end of the crack in the ground, perfectly avoiding the range of the attack.

Su Baiche's face changed slightly. Although this move only used seven points of strength, he is already a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, and a mere monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, how could he avoid it!

"How do you do it?"

"Estimated the strength of the real person's attack, and avoided the dangerous area in advance. After the spiritual consciousness is refined, it is not difficult to detect these."

Su Baiche's eyes showed a hint of appreciation: "You do have some ability."

"Do real people also think it's good?" Zhou Xuanlan curled his thin lips lightly, with a cheerful tone that couldn't be concealed, "Master taught me."

The expression on Su Baiche's face froze, and after a while, he said with a half smile: "Shen Xianjun is really a good master."

"Master is very good." After Zhou Xuanlan said what he wanted to express, he cupped his hands and left.

Su Baiche, who was left alone in the forest, sneered: "I have a teacher to teach me, you make me have a hot face and a cold ass."

Tong Xi didn't reply, his thoughts were confused, and his head was hot.

where is wrong.

Shen Liuxiang stayed up all night, and before he had a break, the microphone rang, and he was summoned to Yeming Peak.

Ling Ye handed him something: "I wanted to give it to you last night, but you left in a blink of an eye. This is a gift from the imperial palace."

In his palm stood half a piece of jade huang.

"The emperor has a heart."

Shen Liuxiang's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Ling Ye. It was no surprise that Emperor Zun knew his identity, and his senior brother knew it too.

"Master told me everything before he left." Ling Ye took Shen Liuxiang's hand and put Yu Huang on it. "He once said that it's up to you to make the choice, but as long as you stay in Qing Lingzong for a day , this is your shelter."

Taoist Wuyuan, master?

Shen Liuxiang felt a dull pain in his head, but he didn't have the slightest impression, "Where did Master go?"

Ling Ye sighed softly: "I don't know, the powerful people in the world, when they reach a certain level, will cut off the karma in their bodies, and after disappearing, they will either ascend or fall."

At this moment, someone outside the hall called out: "Master."

Ling Mushan entered the hall and saluted the two of them one after another.

Ling Ye asked, "What's the matter?"

"Disciple..." Ling Mushan hesitated to speak, "Disciple is ashamed. After competing with others, I have a problem with my mood, so I came here to ask Master for advice."

Ling Ye was quite surprised.

Ling Mushan has always been calm and determined, comparable to a Jindan monk, but after a competition with others, something went wrong.

"Details."

"The disciple defeated Zhou Xuanlan yesterday,"

"Normal sparring, not bad."

"Today, the disciple was defeated by Zhou Xuanlan."

The smile on Ling Ye's face was even bigger: "In one night, he realized something, very good."

"All the disciple's moves are useless to him." Ling Mushan's expression was extremely difficult, and then he glanced at Shen Liuxiang, with a bit of aggrieved resentment in his eyes, "He said that his uncle taught him, and he practiced with him all night."

Zhou Xuanlan asked him to compete, not to show off, but as a reminder, just like he learned a move and showed it to Zhou Xuanlan.

Their goal is to be the top of the big competition, and they will definitely become rivals in the ring. At that time, there will be a fair battle, and there will be no complaints about whoever wins or loses.

Ling Mushan's state of mind was disturbed, and it wasn't all because of the moves, but partly because of the Master who suddenly came out of Zhou Xuanlan's mouth after he stopped.

At that time, he didn't know what it meant, and he seemed to have premeditatedly added a sentence: "Master has practiced with me all night, and I am so diligent."

After all, Ling Mushan was in the mood of a teenager, and his heart suddenly turned sour.

Although the uncle had never paid attention to Zhou Xuanlan before, it was too enviable to suddenly pay attention to him.

A dignified cultivator in the realm of gods, who practiced with foundation-building disciples all night, who would believe it?

And although his master treats him generously, as the suzerain, he has to deal with a lot of things every day, and he only has a little spare time to give advice, and he has never done it so personally.

Sensing the gaze from his senior brother, Shen Liuxiang looked up at the sky and the earth, and blinked innocently.

Ling Ye shook his head helplessly: "I wonder why you suddenly became diligent last night. It turns out that you have other plans."

Shen Liuxiang smiled bitterly.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the Dabi within the sect. According to the rules, the sect master Xianjun and the seventh elders had to sit on the sidelines.

Early in the morning, Shen Liuxiang was woken up, and Ling Hua threw him a deep purple ice silk robe, "Put it on, I'm tired of wearing white clothes every day."

Shen Liuxiang sat up, with waist-length blue hair scattered behind her back, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "I want to change it too, but I don't have the money to buy it."

His poor jingle bells don't ring, only a spirit stone funded by Ming Tan.

Ling Hua said vigilantly: "Don't look for me, last time I gave most of my savings to you, and in a blink of an eye you bought a high-level magic weapon and sent it to Ye Bingran. I swore at that time that I would never give you half a spirit stone again!"

"All right, all right, I'm not looking for you," Shen Liuxiang squinted his eyes, "I'll change clothes, go out quickly."

"We took a bath together when we were young, what's wrong with that?" Ling Hua said, but turned and walked out of the room.

Shen Liuxiang put on the silk robe and felt refreshed all over, with only one place exuding warmth.

He took out the jade huang and looked at it. Although the shape was weird, it was finally complete. The body of the jade was covered with a layer of light and lustrous luster, and the patterns on it were interlaced and extremely complicated, just like a kind of magic weapon.

It wasn't too late for Shen Liuxiang to arrive at the square, but there were many people earlier than him. Several elders gathered together and saw him with different expressions.

One of the beautiful female elders had a faint blush on her cheeks, as if she was shy, she didn't step forward, but took two steps back and turned to leave.

"It's been so long, Junior Sister Yanyun still misses you, what a pity." Ling Ye smiled meaningfully.

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips and remained silent.

When he was reading, he had an impression of this junior sister, and he was infatuated with Shen Liuxiang, but the ending was tragic. Ye Bingran was in danger, and in order to save him, Shen Liuxiang pushed Yanyun into the mouth of the monster and became its belly.

At that time, there was a big wave in the comment area, and countless people cursed.

"It's really a pity," Shen Liu said loudly, "What a wonderful girl, but she is a little blind."

Ling Ye smiled: "In this way, your youthful demeanor has blinded countless people in the world."

Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

This was not mentioned in the novel, he didn't know what Shen Liuxiang looked like when he was young, when he read the book, he just felt that even the title of Immortal Monarch was not worthy of the name, and he suspected that he got it only because of Taoist Wuyuan and the suzerain senior brother.

At this moment, there are not a few people who think exactly like him.

"Shen Xianjun, why did you change your clothes today?" An elder with thick eyebrows and big eyes came over, with a mocking tone, "Could it be that you saw Su Zhenren dressed up yesterday, so you suddenly thought about it?"

Shen Liuxiang recognized this person.

Elder Cheng Yitian couldn't get used to bullying others the most, so he hated Shen Liuxiang very much.

The person next to him smiled and said: "Elder Cheng's words are wrong. Although Bai Che wore a purple shirt once in a rare way yesterday, he didn't wear it today, so it's not counted as imitation. This move by Xianjun is definitely not emulation, let alone imitation! "

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding elders burst into laughter.

Everyone has noticed the virtues of Shen Liuxiang all these years, and some recent changes can't change their deep-rooted views at all.

What's more, not long ago, he forced Su Zhenren to drink a bowl of unknown food, such behavior is outrageous.

Ling Hua frowned, and was about to speak.

Shen Liuxiang raised his hand to stop him, and walked towards the person mentioned earlier, "Since you have seen Su Zhenren wearing a purple shirt, why not tell me, which one is more beautiful between me and Su Zhenren?"

Wu Zhi was taken aback.

Shen Liuxiang turned around in a circle, and the purple clothes caused ripples. With his unparalleled handsome face and slender figure, against the backdrop of the purple clothes, his whole body exuded an unattainable sense of luxury.

He raised his brows lightly, and smiled lightly, "The elder is talking about it."

Wu Zhi blushed unknowingly, he hesitated a little.

Although Su Zhenzhen is also extremely beautiful, it is like a clear spring tinkling under the moon, elegant and cool.

But the person in front of him was extremely beautiful and aggressive, as if he could take people's hearts away, making people feel a sense of danger that if he was not careful, he would fall into eternal doom.

Wu Zhi murmured for a while, and said in a panic: "It's all skin! Even if you are better than Su Zhenren, what a cultivator cultivates is the heart, and what he cultivates is character, not..."

"Okay," Shen Liuxiang interrupted, "I have already understood what the elder means, that is, I look better in purple shirt than real Su."

He hooked Wu Zhi's shoulders and put on a warm expression, "The elders know that it's not scary to bump into your shirt, and it's the truth that whoever is ugly is embarrassed."

Wu Zhi's face changed slightly: "I never said Su Zhenren is ugly."

"As you said, he is uglier than me in a purple shirt." Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows, "There are so many people watching, because of what you said, Su Zhenren is afraid that he will have no face to wear a purple shirt in the future."

Wu Zhi blushed with anger: "You, you can only use your words!"

"Ok?"

Shen Liuxiang let go of him, his black eyelashes drooping, revealing a look of frustration.

"What the elder said is true. I am just a cultivator in the realm of transforming gods. I can only show off my tongue in front of the elder. I am really ashamed."

Just a cultivator in the realm of transformation?Is this mocking his low cultivation base?

"You, you..." Wu Zhi was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath for a moment.

Shen Liuxiang: "Hey."

Undisguised laughter fell.

Wu Zhi suddenly became furious, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Everyone around shouted: "Elder!"

Ling Hua couldn't help laughing, worried that if Shen Liuxiang stayed here again, someone would die, so he quickly pulled him away.