The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

"Shen Liu,"

"Brother Chen Xiang,"

"Daddy~"

Shen Liuxiang noticed the strange address mixed in, looked around, and fixed his eyes on the person opposite, "Who is your brother?"

"Of course it's you." Zhao Lin looked at him and said, "Brother Chen Xiang."

Shen Liuxiang: "?"

When he woke up, why was there someone called his brother?

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips and said nothing, feeling that the scene was inexplicably familiar. He glanced at Ning Runxin and the others with different expressions, and grabbed his sleeves with his slender fingers. He just wanted to be quiet at the moment.

Then the cuff was pulled from his fingertips.

Relentless.

Zhou Xuanlan rolled up his sleeves, got up and walked a foot away with a sullen face, sat down again, and actually closed his eyes and meditated.

Shen Liuxiang blinked, not knowing why.

Seeing that the apprentice was in a bad mood, he wanted to go over and have a look, but he was stuck by the meat dumpling as soon as he got up.

"Daddy, where are you going, don't leave Bubu behind."

"I'll take a walk, you relax."

Shen Bubu refused: "That's what Daddy said when he abandoned me last time."

Shen Liuxiang recalled his childhood experience, his heart softened, and he was about to hug the little fat baby, but before he could move, someone grabbed his arm again.

"Brother Chen Xiang," Zhao Lin's face paled, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Of course he ignores you." Ning Runxin snorted coldly with his hands behind his back, "He is Shen Liu, not Chen Xiang, you have mistaken him."

Zhao Lin frowned, looked at Ning Runxin who had a bad complexion, thought of his paying too much attention to Shen Liuying, and suddenly recalled it.

"The person my uncle has been looking for for many years is Brother Chen Xiang?!"

Ning Runxin corrected: "His name is Shen Liu."

Shen Bubu said "Huh" in bewilderment: "Isn't Daddy's name Chen Xiangxiang?"

Zhao Lin said: "Uncle Master must have misremembered, the word "Chen Xiang" was said by him himself."

Ning Runxin said coldly: "My nephew will only remember it wrong when he was young. He wrote the word Shen Liu for me."

Shen Bubu pouted unhappily: "You are all wrong, Dad will not lie to me."

None of the three of them would believe that the name they got was fake, and they back and forth, arguing so hard that they were on the verge of fighting.

Ye Bingran frowned, and his gaze fell on the young man who wanted to escape.

"Stop, who are you?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Everyone suddenly realized that the young man's voice, appearance and figure had not changed for many years, which could only mean that the people he saw at that time, and the one in front of him, had all used spells to make their appearances false.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Liuxiang turned around and ran away without hesitation.

It doesn't matter if Shen Liuliu's reputation is ruined.

But if his identity is exposed in public, he can already think of the rumors that will sweep the cultivation world in the future.

#沉仙君 Abandoning Wife and Abandoning Son, Ginseng Baby Looking for Father Thousands of Miles#

#剑宗师尤恩恩令令别, it’s actually for him#

#That night, Ye Bingran beat Ning Runxin and Zhao Lin one by one, and the three giants of Jianzong were killed and the net was broken#

#脚跟三船，亲世沉大巧#

Shen Liuxiang's footsteps were extremely fast like the wind, but not as fast as a group of swordplayers. The sound of shuffling through the air came from behind, and three swords emitting cold light were inserted into the ground, forming a small formation, trapping him inside.

"Brother Chen Xiang, who you are and what you look like are not important to me."

Zhao Lin walked over slowly, "I'm only worried that one day, I won't recognize you in front of you, what if I hurt you."

"Me too," Ning Runxin said, "Shen Liu, I'm only worried that you won't be seen, and I won't be able to find you again."

Ye Bingran said coldly: "Why don't you dare to show your true colors?"

His uncle and junior were involved one after another, and he really didn't like the young man in front of him.

The three gradually approached.

At this time, a small figure rushed from behind, passed them, and blocked the way forward angrily.

"You hate it! Don't threaten Daddy with a sword!!"

Shen Bubu was so angry that his cheeks puffed up, and the two gold leaves on the top of his head collided with each other, making a tinkling sound, and circles of golden halo spread out.

Let Ye Bingran and others stop.

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes, and glanced at Shen Liuxiang who was trapped in the three swords.

The master hates him, why bother to find it boring.

It's better not to make sense.

Zhou Xuanlan thought so, with a cold face, he stretched out his hand and pulled the young man out of the sword formation, "This low-level sword formation can trap you, Master."

Shen Liuxiang, who was disliked by his apprentice: Woohoo~

The mood is about to collapse.

Originally, he lived in the sea and liked waves, so what did it have to do with his sinking currents, and why did he need to deal with the waves afterwards.

Shen Liuxiang swallowed a mouthful of old blood, thought for a while, then turned around, as if giving up on himself, "Since I can't hide it, let me tell the truth."

Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyebrows lightly.

The appearance and body shape can be changed, but the cultivation level cannot be changed. If someone finds out that Shen Liuxiang only has a foundation-building stage cultivation base, troubles will follow.

He hesitated to speak, thinking about whether to stop Master from revealing his identity.

At this time, Shen Liuxiang said sonorously: "Actually, there are four brothers in my family, the eldest is Shen Liu, the second is Chen Xiangxiang, and the third is Chen Xiang."

"As for me,"

Shen Liu paused, showing a pitiful and helpless expression, almost choked up.

"I'm the youngest in the family, Shen Liuliu. I'm really not the person you're looking for."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and found that everyone had written a sentence on their faces: I believe you a ghost!

Shen Liuxiang narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Ling Ye who was coming, and said without any panic, "If you don't believe me, you can ask someone to see if I have used the Disguise Technique."

Ning Runxin immediately stepped forward and held him down with one hand, "Since I am a disciple of Qingling, I should do it."

Ling Ye was the Sect Master of Qing Ling, so everyone naturally trusted him, so they watched Ling Ye stretch out his hand, tugged the young man's left cheek, and tugged the right cheek again, with a faint smile on his lips.

"No trace of disguise technique was found."

There was an uproar all around, and it was believed that more than [-]% of the people Shen Liuxiang had mentioned before had reached.

After all, as the master of a sect, Ling Ye didn't need to damage his own reputation just to hide his identity for a little disciple.

"It's Daddy." Shen Bubu wrinkled his face, "It tastes exactly like Daddy."

Hearing this, Ning Runxin was even more suspicious, but Ling Ye had checked it once, if he asked for another check, it would be a face-smear, absolutely inappropriate.

Ye Bingran and Zhao Lin also had the same thoughts.

When he was in a dilemma, the man who had been standing by the side watching the excitement smiled and walked slowly towards Shen Liuxiang.

"Lan met a monk in his early years and used the disguise technique to the peak. Even a figure like Sect Master Ling couldn't see through it."

Lan Xiaosheng stood in front of Shen Liuxiang, smiled softly, "It just so happens that he taught me a trick or two, and he can see through all disguise techniques in the world."

After all, he stretched out his hand.

Shen Liuxiang wanted to step back, but found that he was frozen.

Lan Xiaosheng's eyes showed a bit of warning, and his fingers landed on his face without refusal.

Shen Liuxiang's heart turned cold.

He began to think about how to end the follow-up, but Lan Xiaosheng's eyes fell on his face, and his expression changed.

"There is no disguise technique," Lan Zongzhu turned around and said firmly.

Ning Runxin and the others were all taken aback.

Shen Liuxiang was also stunned.

With Lan Xiaosheng's cultivation, it is impossible not to notice it, so why help him hide it.

Seeing Shen Liuxiang's dazed look, Lan Xiaosheng smiled a little, let go of his face, and put his hands on the top of his hair, his knuckle fingers inserted into the black hair, and rubbed lightly.

"I see that you have eyes, why don't you leave Qingling and join my Jianzong?"

Everyone present: Openly digging the wall, is this the method of the master of Jianzong? !

Disciple of Jianzong: It's sour, this time it's really sour, Shen Liuliu burned high incense in his previous life, his uncle and brother are all that matters, the suzerain actually favors him so much.

Shen Liuxiang was puzzled, and then took a closer look at the person in front of him, and faintly saw a little kindness from the other's gentle and indifferent expression.

Shen Liuxiang: "?"

At this time, the phantom of the round altar emerged, and everyone immediately returned to their original positions.

In the second half of the discussion, Taoist Jianzhen became interested, and talked from night to dawn, and then from dawn to evening. When it finally ended, Shen Liuxiang couldn't hold on anymore with his eyelids propped up with his fingertips.

At first, he wanted to bury his head in his sleep, but he was squeezed by the people around him, and he was squeezed under the eyes of Taoist Jianzhen.

How can I sleep here.

What's more, I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that during the discussion, Taoist Jianzhen's eyes fell on him from time to time, full of scrutiny.

So Shen Liuxiang poked his eyelids and pushed up desperately.

Leaving the Five Elements Altar, Shen Liuxiang carried Shen Bubu and went back to his residence without saying a word.

Shen Bubu wrapped his arms around his neck, shedding tears of joy, "Daddy hasn't forgotten me, Bubu is so happy."

"Of course I won't forget you," Shen Liuxiang put Shen Bubu on the bed, covered him with a quilt, then pulled out the soft pillow and sat on the edge of the bed, "Sleep, I'll watch you here."

Shen Bubu shrugged his nose, his eyes were red, "Daddy is so kind."

Shen Liu responded with a friendly smile.

Shen Bubu fell asleep as soon as he said he was going to sleep, and when he closed his eyes, there was no movement, and there was only a small snoring in the room.

The corners of Shen Liuxiang's lips curled down.

Pulled the thin quilt over Shen Bubu's head, covered him tightly, and then stuffed some clothes under the quilt.

After disguising, Shen Liuxiang picked up the soft pillow and ran to the next room.

Someone will disturb him tonight, he wants to find a quiet place to sleep.

The disciples of various sects returned to their residences one after another. Zhao Lin did not find Shen Liuxiang in the Five Elements Altar, so he walked towards Qingling's residence without thinking.

He stood in front of the closed door: "Brother Chen Xiang, can I come in?"

There was no movement in the house.

Zhao Lin was silent for a moment: "I have something to tell you."

Even though the two masters of the Qingling Sword Sect testified, Zhao Lin still felt that he had not admitted his mistake. He didn't know the difficulties of the other party so he pretended not to recognize him, so he came to seek proof.

There was no movement in the room for a long time.

Zhao Lin focused his attention, heard the small rhythmic snoring, understood it immediately, opened the door carefully, walked into the room, and looked towards the bed.

In the eyes, the figure of the young man is hidden under the thin quilt.

"It's fine if you're asleep, I just want to be closer to you and talk to you."

After rambling on for half an hour, Zhao Lin took a sip of tea and found that the snoring on the bed was still going on.

He thought to himself, he didn't expect Chen Xiang's elder brother to even snore so cutely.

like a child.

There was heat in the air tonight, Zhao Lin twitched his brows slightly, worried that the person on the bed would be stuffy under the quilt, and planned to lift some.

There were more figures in the room: "Master, stay with me for a while, but you are fast."

Zhao Lin saluted and called his uncle.

Zhou Xuanlan returned to the courtyard, and found that the door of Shen Liuxiang's room was wide open, and when he went in to take a look, his expression suddenly sank.

The master curled up in the quilt to sleep, Ning Runxin and Zhao Lin were sitting on both sides of the tea table, holding teacups, their eyes fell on the bed, they didn't speak, they seemed to be in some kind of stalemate.

Zhou Xuanlan thought for a moment with a cold face.

Turned around and left.

He is just a disciple and has no position to drive people away.

Back in the room, Zhou Xuanlan's fingertips tightened slightly when he closed the door, paused for a while, and finally closed it with a bang.

He lowered his eyes, walked towards the bed, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Familiar shoes were placed on the ground, and looking up, there was a young boy lying on his side on the bed, with soft blue silk scattered on the bed sheet.

Black eyelashes drooping slightly, sleeping peacefully.

Zhou Xuanlan froze for a moment.

Master is here, who is lying on the next bed?

He paused for a moment, then squatted down beside the bed, staring at Shen Liuxiang's face with dark eyes for a long time, his thin lips moved slightly, and a low sigh came out in a low voice.

"Does Master really hate me?"

Without rest all day and all night, Shen Liuxiang slept soundly, vaguely aware that someone was coming to the bedside.

Opening his eyes slightly, he met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

He vaguely remembered that in order to avoid Ning Runxin and others disturbing him, he went to sleep in Zhou Xuanlan's room.

Residual consciousness rings alarm bells in his mind.

——Worried about being thrown out by the apprentice.

Shen Liuhang grabbed the quilt tightly with his fingertips, moved his thin body into the bed, and turned his face slightly to the side to make room for most of the pillow.

He spoke vaguely, half asleep and half awake, his lazy voice was full of softness.

"Don't chase me away,'"

"Can I share half of the pillow with you?"