The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

"I was within a hair's breadth of dying on the spot."

Shen Liuxiang was leaning on the peach tree, holding the jug with his slender fingers, tears were rolling in his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed, and he was extremely sad.

I almost cried out loud.

"This..." Ling Hua didn't understand where he was sad, and thought for a moment, "I see that after the competition, Zhou Xuanlan's expression is calm, not like his confidence has been frustrated, you can rest assured."

"Don't mention him to me." Shen Liuxiang took a sip of the wine, not knowing whether he was drunk or angry, a blush appeared on his cheeks.

He lowered his head slightly, almost choked up: "The underpants will be lost."

What about the exploded universe?

1 yuan in Lingshi, he just bought a luxurious robe and brocade boots the day before yesterday, and today he returned to before liberation... No, it made things worse.

Shen Liuxiang wanted to cry but had no tears, he just wanted to get drunk, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw a young man standing under the tree, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Master."

Shen Liuxiang was full of energy and blood. Although he knew that Zhou Xuanlan was innocent and he couldn't beat him, but when he saw him, he remembered the thousands of spirit stones that had passed away, and couldn't help but feel the urge to catch him and beat him up.

Shen Liuxiang endured it for a while, and then ran away.

Zhou Xuanlan was left under the tree, looking eagerly at the place where he disappeared in an instant, the young man's face was a bit dazed and innocent.

Yeyue climbed up the branch.

Shen Liuxiang came down from the top of Huatian Peak slowly with half a jug of wine in his hand. Passing by the peach forest halfway up the mountain, he suddenly saw a figure and was startled.

He had used spiritual energy to neutralize some of the alcohol before, and he was only a little bit drunk. After being frightened, he woke up completely.

The young man who walked out of the shadows stood there for an unknown amount of time, his black hair was dotted with peach blossoms blown by the wind on his shoulders and back, and his face was a little paler than the injuries he suffered.

The moment he saw Shen Liuxiang, his black eyes shone slightly, and his thin lips that had lost some blood color parted, "Master."

Shen Liuxiang was taken aback when he saw this, and the villain in his heart beat his chest and stamped his feet.

He was waiting for him.

How can the apprentice be so obedient, he can't vent his anger at all!

Zhou Xuanlan supported him and shook his body lightly: "Master is not happy, is it because the disciple lost to Lingmu Mountain and let Master down?"

Shen Liuxiang vented for a whole day, and his anger was almost gone. Hearing this, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in relief, "I don't blame you as a teacher, and there is no need to blame yourself."

Seeing Zhou Xuanlan's sluggish expression, Shen Liuxiang raised his hand and touched the top of his apprentice's hair comfortingly, and found that he had grown a lot taller, almost equal to himself.

Suddenly felt the joy of cultivating the system.

Shen Liuxiang was a little happier, and comforted him: "It's normal to win and lose in the competition. You don't have to pay too much attention to it. Lingmu Mountain is indeed the leader of the younger generation."

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and remained silent.

The two walked through the peach blossom forest all the way, and when they were about to leave Huatian Peak, he held Shen Liuxiang's hand tightly, and said slowly: "This disciple can actually beat Lingmu Mountain, so... Master, this disciple is not as good as him."

clam?

Shen Liu paused and opened his eyes slightly.

"Say it to me again!!!"

Qing Lingzong is backed by endless mountains, covering a vast area, and many mortal towns are scattered around it.

Wanshui Town is one of them. It has been protected by the Immortal Sect for a hundred years and has become a well-known paradise. Its prosperity is comparable to that of some metropolises.

At noon, the restaurant was full of seats, and a storyteller at the table in the middle clapped his hands on the board and vividly talked about the Dabi competition among the disciples of the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty that ended a few days ago.

"It is said that after Su Zhenren called out softly, two of the best disciples in the sect on the stage, one gained infinite strength because of the real person's encouragement, and the other became angry... If it was for the top spot before, then now, They are fighting for Su Zhenren! In an instant, the two of them will fight desperately on the field if they have a mortal enemy."

The storyteller paused for a moment to quench his thirst with a teacup. At this moment, dozens of spirit stones were thrown from the box next to the railing on the second floor, and all of them fell at his feet.

The storyteller paused and put down his teacup in ecstasy, "Thank you immortal for your kindness!"

Immediately continued talking.

"My lord, these are the collected portraits." Liu Shenyun bent down and offered several scrolls with both hands.

The man called the lord wore a dark purple robe with a cold and stern face. There was a scar on the tip of his right eye brow that was as red as blood, as if burned by a raging fire, adding a vicious look to his entire face.

His bony fingers grabbed a picture scroll.

Unfold.

In the painting, the snow-clothed monk standing by the pool, with low eyebrows and a slight smile, has a beautiful and flawless appearance.

The man's calloused hand gently landed on the face of the person in the painting, and caressed it carefully. His eyes were always full of fierceness, but only boundless tenderness remained, as if he was gazing at a rare treasure.

"Exactly the same as my brother."

Liu Shenyun speculated: "Do you want to go to Qing Lingzong to invite real people?"

The draft whistled past, the sleeves fluttered, and a deep voice sounded faintly in the room, "I'll go pick him up myself."

The sound of swords chirping by the Juechun River lasted all night.

Ling Jinye hid in the dark, and gave Ling Mushan a vicious look, "I haven't slept for three days, you must have hit him too hard, and let him suffer an unprecedented blow, that's why he practiced like crazy!"

Ling Mushan shook his head helplessly, "It is impossible for me to win if I keep my hand, but he seems to have kept my hand."

Ling Jinye let out an "ah", "I deliberately lost to you, why?"

"I don't know," Ling Mushan shrugged, "Maybe it has something to do with the uncle. Yesterday, the master asked the uncle to prepare the award, but was rejected."

Every year after the disciple competition, the top three would be rewarded by the master himself in Lingxiao Hall to encourage him. In the past, Shen Xianjun always ignored his disciples, so it was usually Ling Ye or Ling Hua who gave awards to Zhou Xuanlan on his behalf, and everyone took it for granted. .

But recently, their master-student relationship is visible to the naked eye, not to mention the one-night sparring, just on the stage, Shen Liuxiang helped his apprentice and shouted that heart-piercing, which shocked everyone deep in their hearts.

Master and apprentice love each other deeply!

After waiting for so many years, Zhou Xuanlan was finally able to accept the reward from Shen Xianjun.

Everyone looked forward to it.

however……

"I dont go,"

Shen Liuxiang lay on the soft brocade, with his chin resting on a pillow, picked up a purple grape with his slender long fingers, and slowly peeled off the skin, "Just like in previous years, you can do it for me."

Ling Hua raised his forehead: "You are in the sect, and it is only a blink of an eye to go to Lingxiao Hall, why should I replace you?"

The corner of Shen Liuxiang's mouth curled slightly, and he snorted coldly.

Don't ask, if you ask, Zhou Yingdi's acting has made him bankrupt.

Seeing that it didn't make any sense, Ling Hua's eyes rolled slightly, "I heard that your apprentice has been cultivating by the Juechun River for a few days.

Shen Liuxiang's face didn't move at all, he ate the grapes by himself, "I didn't tell him not to return to Chaoyun Peak."

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why his apprentice played him. The only explanation he could have was that Zhou Xuanlan knew that he had put a lot of spiritual stones on him, and was waiting for an opportunity to take revenge in order to vent his past grievances.

Shen Liuxiang felt sore and bitter.

If you are not satisfied, just come to him, bullying Lingshi is nothing!

"Since you have made up your mind, I will go to the Lingxiao Hall." Ling Hua brushed off his sleeves, stood up, and walked away like a chatterbox. Mu Shan is awarding, if you are free, I will help you throw the prize to Zhou Xuanlan."

"By the way, the year he first entered the sect, I remember he won the top spot. You didn't want to come, so an elder gave the award and threw it to him on the ground. At that time, the disciples in the hall laughed and guessed. Whether Zhou Xuanlan should pick it up or not."

Ling Hua walked to the door, turned his head and smiled hintingly, "You said if my hand shakes, should Zhou Xuanlan pick it up or not?"

"Pick up your uncle—"

A purple grape "slapped" on the door.

In Ling Xiao Hall, Ling Hua picked up a brocade box and walked in front of Ling Jinye. Seeing his apprentice stretch out his hand with a playful smile, he immediately slapped his palm, and said, "Thousand years old, can you be a little promising?"

Ling Jinye stuck out his tongue, and smiled: "Master, isn't he no match for the suzerain and Shen Xianjun back then, this apprentice has inherited your mantle."

Is there anyone who speaks of Xianjun so publicly?Everyone in the hall broke into cold sweat for Ling Jinye.

But he didn't want to, Ling Hua just lightly patted his head with his palm, and then rubbed him, "I'm getting bolder."

Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers felt sour in their hearts.

Although I knew that Linghua Xianjun had a good temper, but I didn't expect it to be so good, and he was too fond of his apprentice.

Qingling owes me a Master Linghua!

It is reasonable to go to Zhou Xuanlan next, but there is no figure of Shen Xianjun in the hall, everyone is wondering, the suzerain holds a sword and walks up to Lingmu Mountain, "This sword is called Zixiao, and the soul mark is placed on the sword body for the teacher. If you encounter danger , I can protect you one or two."

The audience erupted.

Not to mention the disciples, some elders were red-eyed.

The soul seal of a cultivator in the Transformation God Realm is no different from a life-saving talisman, and Lingmu Mountain is equivalent to having an extra life.

Ling Mushan looked excited, and took it with trembling hands: "Thank you, Master."

All the disciples watched Ling Mushan take away the Zixiao Sword, and their hearts were soured to the peak.

Come on, Qingling owes another suzerain master.

Fortunately, I can get a little comfort from Zhou Xuanlan every year. I thought that Shen Xianjun would come today, but I didn't expect to leave my apprentice aside.

Ling Jinye showed a worried expression. Before coming to the main hall, he asked Zhou Xuanlan if Shen Xianjun would come.

Zhou Xuanlan said he didn't know.

His eyes were lowered, and there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master ignored me, I don't know why... angry at me."

Ling Jinye tugged at Ling Hua's cuff: "Master, hurry up and give the award, don't make people stand around."

Ling Hua glanced at Zhou Xuanlan who lowered his head slightly to hide his emotions, and sighed in his heart.

Did not expect to still not come.

He turned around to get the dark blue box, which contained a rare panacea, when he was reaching for it, a jade white hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched it away.

"The apprentice's is the master's,"

Shen Liuxiang pulled down the small black bag on his waist, and threw the box in as if no one was there, "I want this thing."

There was an uproar in the hall.

One is that Shen Liuxiang did not expect that Shen Liuxiang really came, and the other is that other people's masters always give things to apprentices, but when Shen Liuxiang came here, he acted like a bully and took things from his apprentices!

Hearing a familiar voice, Zhou Xuanlan raised his head suddenly, and his eyes fell on the plain clothes.

His thin lips trembled slightly, and his voice was somewhat difficult: "Master..."

That day at Huatian Peak, as soon as he finished speaking, the master changed his face, pointed at him "you, you, you..." for a long while, then left angrily, no matter how much he chased him, the master ignored him, After returning to Chao Yunfeng, he directly set up a barrier outside the room to prevent him from going in and disturbing him.

Master is willing to come to see him, isn't he angry?

Shen Liuxiang stood in front of Zhou Xuanlan, took a closer look, caught a glimpse of bloodshot eyes in his black eyes, and raised his brows lightly.

After humming inexplicably, Shen Liuxiang raised his hand, and his white fingers touched Zhou Xuanlan's forehead.

In his daze.

With a ray of coolness on his fingertips, he flicked viciously.

"Little prodigal."