The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The soft waxy milk sound of joy resounded in the hall.

Abu threw the gift box into the air, threw up his white feet, and ran towards the boy who was buried in his food, "Daddy! It's Daddy!"

The eager call came from far and near.

Shen Liuxiang realized something was wrong, and looked up blankly.

A white and fat glutinous rice dumpling, with a few swaying gold leaves on its top, and the bellyband swelled up with soft flesh, ran over with a slap in the face, and slipped into his arms with a happy face.

"It's Daddy!"

A Bu grasped Shen Liuxiang's skirt with both hands, buried his face in the crescent of his thin neck and rubbed it, and the golden leaf on his head emitted fine rays of light, sweeping back and forth on the young man's bewildered face.

"Bubu misses you so much."

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

Everyone in the hall: "..."

The disciples of Jianzong looked ugly, and they all looked at Uncle Ning at the same time, with green light in their eyes, and their mouths were so bitter that they couldn't speak.

Where is there no grass in the world, uncle, my baby is three years old!

After the other sect disciples were shocked, they first looked at Ning Runxin, then at Zhou Xuanlan, then at Shen Liuxiang and the little ginseng nestled in his arms, and made up a world-shattering drama in their minds.

With sights coming from all directions, Shen Liuxiang felt like a dog, and held down the ginseng baby who was clinging to his body, "You're mistaken."

Abu turned his head, moved closer to his face and sniffed, "It's Daddy."

Shen Liuxiang grabbed his little armpit, pulled it out of his arms, and put it on the cold floor, "I'm not your father."

Abu stared at him with round black eyes: "It's Daddy."

"No."

"That's right."

Shen Liu sounded out of anger: "How can you be so innocent!"

Everyone thought in unison: What is the innocence? Everyone saw it with their own eyes. They thought that two boats were the limit, but they didn't expect that when the fog cleared, there was a third boat under their feet!

Abu was taken aback, and pouted aggrievedly.

He carefully looked at Shen Liuxiang's face, and insisted in a low voice: "It's Daddy."

Why doesn't daddy recognize him.

A Bu blinked his big eyes, Bai Nen twisted his fingers together helplessly, thought for a while, tears gradually filled his eyes.

Daddy must not like him anymore.

wow~

Abu was about to cry out sadly when a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed him.

The golden leaf on the top of the head was pinched by slender fingers, the young man's eyes were cold, and he asked him in a low voice: "Who is your mother?"

Shen Liuxiang looked at his apprentice: "?!"

What do you mean by that?No mother!It has nothing to do with him!

Abu looked at Zhou Xuanlan for a while, frowned suspiciously, sniffed his neck carefully, and made a confused milking sound.

"Why do you smell like a father? Did you sleep together at night?"

"Wow—!"

The pot exploded in the hall.

"Sure enough, it's a pair of dogs! Uncle Ning is really blind!"

"Jianzong's, why are you talking so badly, we two disciples of Qingling are in love with each other, let's do your shit!"

"I'm in love with you? Then who is the father of this ginseng baby? I see that everyone has been deceived by Shen Liuliu."

Zhou Xuanlan was startled, and looked at Shen Liuxiang.

The latter stared at the back of Abu's head, ground his teeth, and stretched out his ruthless claws.

"Tongyan Wuji," Zhou Xuanlan's lips curled up, and he immediately explained to Abu, "It was a scratch, and he gave me the medicine."

Everyone: Scratched? ? ?

How did you catch it?

A friend wondered if it was caught on the bed.

Abu clapped his hands and laughed, "Give me medicine for big brother, Daddy is so kind."

"Uncle," Zhou Xuanlan corrected, and asked again, "Who is your mother?"

Abu wrinkled his face, showing a tangled expression.

He was dug out of a mountain by his father, and he was dug out abruptly. Where did his mother come from?

However, he couldn't let others know about it.

"Xiangxiang, mother's name is Xiangxiang."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, and looked at the innocent boy beside him, "Who is Xiangxiang?"

Shen Liuxiang: "It's the snow in June."

With Ning Runxin's lesson from the past, Shen Liuxiang really can't be sure that the ginseng doll in front of him has nothing to do with the original body.

If it's someone else's father...

Shen Liuxiang's eyes darkened, and the villain in his heart spat out old blood.

"Nonsense!" the leader of Ginseng Mountain yelled, blowing his beard and staring with anger, "You are the fruit of the tree, where is the human father!"

Shen Liuxiang was overjoyed, but he couldn't be too happy. Abu slipped into his arms and snorted arrogantly, "I'm not the fruit of your ginseng mountain, I'm from my father's family! I'm not Abu, I'm Shen Bubu!"

A gust of autumn wind blows, rolling up a few fallen leaves in my heart.

He felt cold, cold.

I even know my surname, and I can't clean it up by jumping into the Yellow River this time.

A figure flashed past, and someone in the hall finally couldn't sit still.

Ning Runxin squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch Shen Bubu's face, and then took out an East China Sea Pearl as big as a fist, the bright light almost blinded everyone's eyes.

"I'm Uncle Ning, this is for you to play with marbles."

The members of Jianzong's family stared wide-eyed, their expressions were as if they had eaten shit, and they wished to yell at Ning Runxin's ears: Uncle Shi, please wake up!Sober up! !

"Daddy said you can't take other people's things," Shen Bubu said with a serious face.

Everyone: Good teaching.

Shen Liuxiang: He didn't teach it as soon as I heard it.

Ning Runxin didn't force it, and was about to withdraw his hand, Shen Bubu quickly stretched out two small hands, held Ye Mingzhu in his arms, and hugged Ye Mingzhu into his arms without rejection.

"Daddy said you can't take other people's things," he paused, adding while recalling.

"Unless you can't help it."

Crowd: ...

Shen Liuxiang's heart skipped a beat.

The leader of the ginseng team couldn't stand it any longer, came over angrily, and dragged Shen Bubu away, "I'll talk about your father's affairs later, and give the gift first as the ancestor said."

Shen Bubu reluctantly took off the gold leaf on the top of his head, pouted and sulked, "I wanted to keep it for daddy, I hate it!"

He handed a piece of gold leaf to the team leader's grandfather, "Sprinkle the little gold powder yourself, don't look for me in the near future, I want to be with daddy."

So in the second half of the dinner, Shen Liuxiang kept sticking a glutinous rice dumpling beside him.

He couldn't bear it anymore, picked up Shen Bubu, who was being rubbed against, and threw it to Zhou Xuanlan, "Master, I remembered something important, I have to leave, help me take care of him."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, still thinking about where Shen Bubu came from, and turned his head when he heard the words, "I'm about to discuss the Tao, where is Master going?"

The highlight of the day is after the dinner party. Jianzhen Taoists who have entered the realm of Mahayana will discuss scriptures and Taoism on the Five Elements Round Altar. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even the lords of the immortal sects will listen with humility.

Shen Liuliu, a young disciple, would be too arrogant if he was not present.

Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to go with the crowd, followed by a little tail who followed suit.

In the center of the huge round altar, a phantom sat cross-legged, with a faint white light radiating all over his body, his face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, only faintly visible, it must be a handsome man.

From Sishi to Choushi, it took several hours to finish the first half.

The phantoms in the altar dissipated, and whispers began to sound from all around. Many disciples looked dignified.

The disciples of all sects and sects sat together, and Qing Ling had an excellent position, being the closest to Jianzhen Taoist among the disciples of all sects.

Ling Jinye frowned and thought for a moment, then said to the people beside him, "Xuanlan, you said..."

"Shh-"

Ling Jinye was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that Shen Liuliu, who was sitting on Zhou Xuanlan's right, had his head tilted, resting on Zhou Xuanlan's shoulder, his eyelashes were drooping, and he was trembling slightly with his well-proportioned breath.

Shen Liuliu also had a small head on his knees, with two golden leaves hanging down limply, his mouth was slightly pouted, and he snored with his mouth half open.

Ling Jinye was in disbelief, and mouth-shaped: "Are you all asleep?"

Falling asleep while monks in the Mahayana realm were discussing the Dao, this one was just amazing.

Zhou Xuanlan nodded, motioning for him to keep quiet, but the surroundings became noisy, and the humming conversation became more and more intense.

The long white fingers hanging in the clothes room moved lightly.

Shen Liuxiang frowned unconsciously, and was about to be awakened by the surrounding sounds. Seeing this, Zhou Xuanlan stretched out his slender fingers towards one of his ears.

Shen Liuxiang's ears were soaked in the night wind, and it was extremely cold. Suddenly, he was covered with a warm breath. He turned his face slightly, and rubbed against the warm palm.

The white and soft earlobe accidentally touched Zhou Xuanlan's thumb, and when he felt the warmth, he began to caress unconsciously with a trace of the cold night air.

It seemed very comfortable.

As a result, he showed a cute and charming posture.

Zhou Xuanlan's fingertips tightened slightly, his eyes darkened.

At this moment, a surprise shout came from the gathering place of the Jianzong sect, "Senior Brother Zhao!"

Everyone heard the news and looked.

A tall and straight young man with a long black sword on his back saluted Lan Xiaosheng and said in a low voice, "Master, this disciple has returned from training."

Lan Xiaosheng nodded: "It just so happens that your master is here to discuss the Tao, and you will listen to it with me later."

Zhao Lin's eyes fell to the side lightly again: "Brother."

Ye Bingran nodded slightly and didn't say much.

The surrounding Jianzong disciples are not used to seeing each other. If you look at it from the surface, you will think that the relationship between the two disciples of Sect Master Lan is not good, but in fact the two are as close as brothers.

Zhao Lin Xiao Ye Bingran is a few years old, after apprenticeship, Lan Zongzhu has a lot of things and has little time to teach, so the heavy burden falls on Ye Bingran who is a senior brother.

For Zhao Lin, Ye Bingran is a brother and a teacher, and he respects him very much from the bottom of his heart.

Among other things, Shen Xianjun, who was punished by everyone in the Sword Sect, came to harass his senior brother again and again, and the others did not dare to stop him because of his status as a fairy, so it was Zhao Lin who showed up to drive him away from the sect.

However, one of them is cold and the other is indifferent, so they don't even say a few words when they meet.

"Uncle Master is out of customs," Zhao Lin glanced at Ning Runxin, and greeted, "Long time no see, Uncle Master,"

But Master Ning ignored him, or didn't notice that someone was talking to him at all, and his eyes kept falling on the Qingling sect.

Zhao Lin looked along the line of sight.

In the eyes, there were two disciples who were a little close to each other. The one in the Foundation Establishment Stage was resting on the shoulder of the Golden Core Stage, and there was a small ball curled up next to him.

The picture is harmonious, yet a little weird.

Zhao Lin frowned, not knowing what the uncle wanted to look at, but fortunately it had nothing to do with him, so don't worry about it.

Just as he was about to look back, the night wind suddenly picked up, blowing the blue hair that half covered the face of the foundation establishment disciple, and a plain face fell into his eyes instantly.

Zhao Lin opened his eyes wide suddenly, his indifferent face showing a bit of astonishment.

"Brother Chen Xiang?"

He wanted to confirm, so he walked over quickly, and Lan Xiaosheng called behind him, but Zhao Lin ignored it.

Ye Bingran frowned: "What's wrong with Junior Brother?"

Lan Zongzhu said: "He went towards Qingling, let's go and have a look."

As he was talking, he realized that Ning Runxin had arrived first.

The movement of Jianzong quickly attracted the attention of others.

Everyone saw Zhao Lin coming to Qingling, putting down the long sword on his back, squatting down in front of the two disciples, and after taking a closer look at one of them, his usually calm face showed a bit of ecstasy, "Brother Chen Xiang, how could you In this way?!"

The disciples of Qingling were stunned.

After seeing who Zhao Lin called his elder brother, the disciples of Jianzong wanted to buy a piece of tofu and beat him to death.

And double 叒叕 his mother is Shen Liuliu! ! !

Shen Liuxiang remained motionless, Zhou Xuanlan covered his ears and applied soundproofing techniques, and at this moment he was sleeping soundly in the silence.

I don't know anything about the outside world.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at Zhao Lin: "His name is Shen Liuliu."

The two had contacts when they were born in the sect, and they are both outstanding disciples of the Xianzong, so they are familiar with each other.

Zhao Lin said: "For me, it is Chen Xiang."

Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the little head resting on Shen Liuxiang's knee, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ye Bingran looked at the sleeping person, and couldn't help but sullen.

When the master discussed the Tao, he didn't do much research and enlightenment, but leaned against others and fell asleep. If it was a disciple in the sect, he would definitely reprimand him a few words, but it was not his turn to care about the people in Qingling.

Ye Bingran said: "You know him?"

Zhao Lin said: "I told my senior brother that I met a noble person, and that's him."

Ye Bingran frowned.

Zhao Lin mentioned that he came from a remote place in the countryside of Nanzhou. He had no relationship with immortality in his life. Fortunately, he met a nobleman when he was young.

The nobleman taught him a set of sword techniques and helped him to come to Jianzong.

When Zhao Lin participated in the sect entrance trial, he didn't have any spiritual power in his body, and he was far behind his peers. It was all based on the swordsmanship he used, so that the master could see that he had the talent to learn swords, so he was accepted as a disciple.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the whole process has reached the sky in one step.

Ye Bingran never imagined that the nobleman that his junior has been thinking about for a long time is the young man in front of him, the person that his uncle has been looking for for many years.

Although Zhao Lin couldn't wait to reminisce about the old days, he saw that Shen Liuxiang was resting, so it was not easy to disturb him.

He simply sat cross-legged across from him, held his chin, and looked straight at him.

Ning Runxin also sat down and cast his gaze.

Zhou Xuanlan didn't say a word, but with a slight flick of his fingertips, he pulled out a few strands of blue silk from Shen Liuxiang, covering most of his face.

Then the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The disciples of Jianzong chose to pretend to be dead.

There are many talents in Jianzong, but there are only a handful of them who have become famous in the cultivation world. The last round was Ye Bingran and Ning Runxin, and this round is the only seedling Zhao Lin.

Who would have thought that two of the three people who would choose the leader of Jianzong in the future would be entangled with Shen Liuliu now!

The disciples of Jianzong feel ashamed, and the only comfort is Ye Bingran, who has lived in the sect since childhood, has no nobles, and has no experience to meet a savior.

Only he saves others.

Although saving Xianjun Shen, a peach blossom that was rotten to the bone, at least it was the one that was missed, which could give them some comfort.

Compared with the complicated thoughts of the disciples of Jianzong, the disciples of Qingling are much simpler.

Four words: shivering.

Being stared at by the suzerain of Jianzong, Jianzun, Ning Shishu, Zhao Shixiong, etc., even at the edge of their line of sight, cold sweat broke out.

Where have you seen this battle!

The person who caused this scene was slightly itchy from being scratched by the hair on his face, he moved his head lightly, rubbed the top of his hair against Zhou Xuanlan's neck, found a comfortable place, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Where have you seen him?" Ning Runxin asked.

"Nanzhou."

Ning Runxin: "Tell me in detail."

"My nephew was born in a small country in Nanzhou. He was a wandering beggar. When he was eight years old, he was in danger and was rescued by a young man."

Zhao Lin's eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang's face through a curtain of blue silk, showing a bit of nostalgia.

The young man wore a green shirt and said his name was Chen Xiang.

At that time, Zhao Lin had never seen a monk, and he didn't know that this continent was so vast, and there were such cultivators. He only thought that Shen Liuxiang was a fairy in the storybook, so he called him brother fairy.

This title amused the boy for a long time.

Laughing from day to night, after having fun, taught him a set of swordsmanship to defend himself.

Although Zhao Lin was young at the time, he also realized that the person in front of him could change his destiny. He remembered the story in the storybook that the immortal came to the world and accepted apprentices to teach him careers, so he begged the other party to accept him as an apprentice.

The young man in green shirt refused without hesitation.

"What's so good about being a master, you still have to clean up the mess for your apprentice. If you're like a senior brother, you don't have to worry about it. If you're like me, you might want to ascend early and leave."

Zhao Lin was confused, but he knew in his heart that this person was his only chance.

Fortunately, the boy was not in a hurry to leave, so he stayed there for a long time, looking at a big mountain in the distance that blocked the sky every day.

At night, Zhao Lin once asked him what he was looking at.

The young man fiddled with the bonfire again and again, the jumping flames fell on his fair face, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "Tigers and leopards are hidden in the deep mountains, and unicorns are buried in the fields."

Zhao Lin was puzzled.

So he pointed to the distant mountains and explained: "There must be good things in the land of blessings."

Zhao Lin was used to killing and seizing treasures, so he hurriedly said: "Then brother, don't rush to snatch it, what should you do if someone else snatches it?"

The young man smiled, threw the dead branches into the fire, clapped his hands and stood up, "There is no rush, the time has not come, we have to wait a while."

This wait is half a month.

During this period, the boy lay on an ancient tree in the sky all day long.

With his hands on his pillow, he bent his leg and swayed it gently, humming an unknown song, mixed with the rustling sound of the leaves blown by the wind, looking leisurely and at ease.

Zhao Lin does three things every day, practicing swordsmanship under the tree, looking for wild fruits to fill his stomach, and choosing the best fruits for the people on the tree.

half a month later.

The young man in green shirt jumped down from the tree and said that it was time for the treasure hunt.

Zhao Lin's face paled instantly, and he asked in a trembling voice if he could be accepted as a disciple.

He knew that this was the last chance, if the boy still said no, he would be completely desperate.

In the end, the young man in green shirt refused.

However, he didn't leave in a hurry, but drew a magic circle on the ground, and took out several magic weapons to place them.

"Since you are talented in swordsmanship and have a firm mind, I will give you a ride,"

He took out hundreds of spirit stones, placed them along the lines in the formation, and opened his mouth.

"Counting the time, the Beilun Sword Sect is about to recruit new disciples. I will send you directly to Lunhua City with a magic circle. Whether you can join the Immortal Sect is up to you."

Zhao Lin rekindled hope in despair.

Standing in the formation, he spoke thousands of words but never said a single word. He only stared at the people outside the formation, and his voice and appearance were firmly imprinted in his heart.

Standing by the side of the road was a young man in green shirt, with his hands resting on the back of his neck, and a foxtail in his mouth, biting and playing with it.

The breeze brushed the black hair, and the young man smiled.

"Goodbye by fate."

Zhao Lin woke up from the memory, staring at Shen Liuxiang's sleeping face, couldn't help but want to touch it, but was stopped half way through his hand.

Zhou Xuanlan's face was extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Tell me again the reason why he refused you to become an apprentice last time."

Zhao Lin withdrew his hand, and seeing Zhou Xuanlan's expression changed, he repeated it again.

He remembered that at that time, the young man in blue was biting the foxtail, curling his lips in disgust, "The apprentice is a trouble, and I hate trouble the most. It is impossible to accept apprentices, absolutely impossible!"

"I, Chen Liu...cough cough, Chen Xiang will never accept apprentices in this life!"

Zhou Xuanlan's face was pale.

So everything made sense, the master accepted him as an apprentice, he was extremely unhappy in his heart, that's why he didn't keep talking to him in those years.

It turns out that the master hates the apprentice.

So actually... Master hates him the most?

Zhou Xuanlan's mind went blank, and the spiritual power in his body was in a mess, and the sound insulation technique applied to cover Shen Liuxiang's ears disappeared instantly.

Shen Liuxiang was half asleep and half awake, and vaguely heard an unfamiliar voice speaking, which was quite close to him, "Brother Chen Xiang said that he hates apprentices the most, and it is impossible to accept apprentices in this life."

Agarwood?

What does it have to do with him?

Why are you saying this to him?

Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes suspiciously, and the surrounding eyes immediately swept over.