Dressed up as the biggest dummy in the realm of self-cultivation

In this strange atmosphere, An Xinglan wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, so he bumped Teng Yiyan with his elbow.

Ke Teng Yiyan only gave him a puzzled look, and didn't mean to accept him successfully.

Forget it, don't count on it, An Xinglan lowered his head to eat to ease the embarrassment.

While eating, Xiao Moyi, who was expressionless and drank like water, suddenly turned his head and said something to him: "Don't be full."

Xiao Moyi's words are not without reason, after all, Xiao Moyi still has a deep memory of An Xinglan wolfing down a meal a few years ago and then waking up until midnight to digest.

But Xiao Moyi's words were undoubtedly aimed at An Yeming's sensitive nerves with a needle.

As soon as An Xinglan raised his face and smiled to thank Xiao Moyi, he felt something was wrong, but in fact there was nothing wrong, but his master smiled and said: "Yes, Lanlan eat slowly."

Under the care of the two big bosses, An Xinglan felt a sense of being on pins and needles for some reason. It doesn't smell good anymore.

Time passed slowly, when will these two people finish drinking?

An Xinglan didn't wait for the two of them to finish drinking or get drunk, because he was the first to get drunk. Who would have thought that the person who drank was not drunk, but the person who smelled the wine was drunk. Of course, the immortal drunk that An Yeming took out was not. Everything, but isn't this too exaggerated?

Afterwards, An Xinglan resolutely refused to admit this. He insisted that the wine Teng Yiyan ordered was too strong and had too much aftertaste. After all, it sounds better to be drunk than to smell drunk.

But that's all for later, let's talk about the present first, An Xinglan didn't make trouble when he was drunk, and only had time to say: "I want to sleep." She fell on the table, and was caught by Teng Yi Yan caught it.

At that time, Teng Yiyan didn't even think that An Xinglan was drunk, and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

With the previous poisoning incident, Teng Yiyan was very afraid that something happened to this kid again, and An Yeming was also panicked.

But he soon found out that it wasn't, and he felt relieved, and said, "Drunk." The reproachful eyes swept across Xiao Moyi, and finally landed on Teng Yiyan.

Teng Yiyan felt guilty when An Yeming looked at him, and said, "I just drank a little."

And Xiao Moyi suddenly said: "You took it, the immortal is drunk."

The kind of wine that An Yeming took was a little poor in cultivation, and he would be too drunk to wake up after taking a sip. It would have a great impact on people like An Xinglan whose cultivation is not enough.

So what Xiao Moyi meant was that it's your fault too, don't keep thinking about throwing the blame away.

Well, as for whether this is what Lao Xiao wanted to express, anyway, An Yeming's heart was swayed, and his eyes pierced Xiao Moyi's body like knives, but he was not afraid at all, as motionless as a mountain, as if he was unconscious.

It was Teng Yiyan who hurriedly said: "Master, should we send the little brother back first?"

Of course, this wine fight can't go on. An Yeming hugged An Xinglan, who was in a deep sleep, and said to Xiao Moyi: "I'll come here first today. This frosty glass crystal is a thank you gift, and I will replace it for you." My disciple gave it to you, you accept it, you don’t have to be polite, that sword of yours can be used, so it will be settled, so my disciple won’t worry about it.”

Xiao Moyi did not answer: "I have already said, this is what I should do, no thanks."

An Yeming said: "Although this is the case, my disciple is rather stupid. If you don't accept him, he will always feel that he owes you kindness. As a master, I don't want to see him have such a psychological burden."

"Or this thank you gift is not what you need, you can say it bluntly."

Xiao Moyi has nothing to say.

Teng Yiyan felt that what his master did was right and cool, that is, we don't owe this Taoist cultivator anything, and we will settle the matter in the future.

An Yeming said: "That's it." Then he easily carried An Xinglan on his back and left.

An Xinglan slept for a long time, and woke up the next day at three o'clock in the morning. Teng Yiyan and An Yeming were both there.

An Xinglan rubbed his forehead and got off the bed. Seeing the other two looking radiant, he felt a little depressed: "Are you all okay?"

"Yesterday... I remember that I fell asleep, so I didn't do anything embarrassing in front of others, right?" If it's only in front of An Yeming and Teng Yiyan, it's okay to make a fool of yourself, but don't do it in front of Master Xiao shame.

An Yeming didn't deliberately tease him, and gave him a reassuring answer, "No, I fell asleep very honestly." An Yeming said and put a bowl of hangover soup in front of An Xinglan.

When An Xinglan was drinking the hangover soup, An Yeming also told An Xinglan about thanking Xiao Moyi.

An Xinglan was surprised: "He took what Master gave him? He didn't accept it before."

Seeing An Yeming's nod, An Xinglan said happily, "But what Master gave him is exactly what he needs? Reverend Xiao has a high level of cultivation, so the second senior brother and I don't even need things from Reverend Xiao."

Thinking that An Yeming must have lost something good, An Xinglan said again: "Master is so kind."

An Yeming was in a happy mood, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this matter anymore, you are the teacher's disciple, and the teacher will naturally handle these things."

Teng Yiyan silently glanced at the smiling and joyful lord: I don't know if he is included in the disciples mentioned by the lord?

Tsk, His Majesty has never said such a thing to him.

After An Xinglan drank the hangover soup, took a rest for a while, and then recovered, An Yeming arranged for Teng Yiyan to continue to take An Xinglan out to play.Whether it is to go out to have a look and play, or to communicate with other monks who have not left, in short, he should go out. As for the other things, he is there to search for clues about poisons.

Well, of course An Yeming would not say that he sent An Xinglan out just to avoid An Xinglan and Xiao Moyi's meeting as much as possible.

An Yeming didn't want An Xinglan and Xiao Moyi to get in touch any more. He asked Teng Yiyan yesterday, and Teng Yiyan said An Xinglan in an exaggerated and jealous tone. I have a good impression of Xiao Moyi, and even admire him a little.

But An Yeming was so angry that he deeply felt that the disciples who had been well-trained would be snatched away. Before An Xinglan woke up, An Yeming couldn't calm down.

After An Yeming came, An Xinglan and Teng Yiyan went to see Wenyinzhu for a day on the first day, and went to find the ghost cultivator who hadn't left yet on the second day, and had a good chat with him. Three days later, An Yeming stuffed him with a lot of pocket money and drove him out to play.

An Xinglan said to Teng Yiyan: "Isn't it good for us to play outside every day and keep Master busy?"

Teng Yiyan didn't care too much and said, "Just do what Master says, and share some of your pocket money with me."

When this kind of master came, he felt like him in everything, actually, it was quite cool.

An Xinglan took out the so-called pocket money An Yeming gave him, and gave Teng Yiyan a lot of it.

An Xinglan was so straightforward, Teng Yiyan, who was originally a playful person, was taken aback for a moment, "Is it really for me?" Then he soon became happy again, his little brother is better than others, and the brat has a conscience.

Well, Teng Yiyan was happy, the pocket money he took away from An Xinglan in the end was not enough for him to spend on An Xinglan all day.

An Xinglan didn't know, but thanks to Teng Yiyan's generosity, the rumors about his extravagance these days were once again verified.

What's more, everyone knows that An Xinglan was almost murdered on the stage, but it doesn't count that the proud disciple with a strong backer in the Shuiyue Sect paid for his life, and the big devil in the Demon Sect chased him himself come over!

As for the status of that little highness, not only in the magic cultivator, but also in the realm of Taoist cultivator, everyone has a clear understanding.

That guy is too lucky!A winner in life from birth.But I heard that His Royal Highness is the son of the Demon Sect Master, did you even give him his surname?

These rumors have not yet reached An Xinglan's ears. He doesn't know. Under An Yeming's intention, he hasn't seen Xiao Moyi again in the past few days, and he didn't even see Xiao Moyi again until he left. .

An Xinglan also said: "Do I want to say something else to Master Xiao?"

An Yeming said: "No need. That person doesn't like red tape, and he doesn't like meeting people, so we don't need to bother."

An Xinglan hesitated and said, "Really?"

However, Xiao Moyi's cold appearance seemed to be like that, what An Yeming said was not unreasonable.

But on their way back, An Xinglan couldn't help asking An Yeming, "Master, do you hate Master Xiao very much?"

This was not because what An Yeming said before An Xinglan realized it was actually implying that he had less contact with Xiao Moyi, but the overall intuition that An Yeming disliked Xiao Moyi's appearance.

An Yeming smiled and said: "Why do you ask that?" But then he said: "But you are right, everyone knows that I have trouble with him, right?"

An Xinglan scratched his face in embarrassment, and asked tentatively, "Is there no way to relax?"

An Yeming shook his head: "Anyway, you won't have any contact with him in the future, so don't worry about it."

Well, his master refused to listen to this.

Qingfangzong

Zhu Jianshu, who stayed behind, did not process documents in Yazheng's palace, but was located in a dark dungeon.

His majesty, who is like a warm spring breeze, has become more and more depressed in the past six months, not to mention that now, his spring breeze in the dark dungeon has been replaced by a bloody storm.

The facial features that used to look gentle under a gentle smile, only now discovered that they can be so oppressive.

The long whip rolled up from the side was held in his hand, and the tail of the whip was curled with a strong wind and went straight to the kneeling man on the ground.

Whip after whip, this primitive punishment of venting, still failed to remove the hostility accumulated in Zhu Jianshu's heart.

Zhu Jianshu didn't speak, and the man on the ground didn't beg for mercy. In the temporarily dark dungeon, there was only the sound of the whip piercing the air and hitting the flesh.

It took a long time for the sound of the whip to stop.

And the person on the ground finally made a sound: "Your Highness, it's because my subordinates are not good at things. But my heart is sincere, and heaven can learn from it. It's just that I ran into Xiao Moyi by accident, so that the illegitimate son was lucky enough to live longer."

The words fell, but another whip fell directly on this man's face.

"I asked you to attack him?!"

"I let you take his life?!"

"Hide it from me? Order for the Lord, are you the Lord or I am the Lord?"

"As my subordinate, what is the first thing, you don't know?"

The man on the ground, whose skin was torn apart and whose clothes were stained with blood, said with difficulty: "But that man blocked His Highness's way, and only his death can be done once and for all, so that no future troubles will come."

Already furious to the extreme, Zhu Jianshu calmed down instead, and threw the blood-stained whip, but his gaze was still extremely cold.

"What should he do? Is it up to you to decide on your own?"

"You should be glad you didn't really succeed."

Seeing that Zhu Jianshu wanted to leave, the person on the ground hurriedly said: "Your Highness, although this subordinate has made up his own mind and deserves death, please help him to make a move in the end. This is absolutely impossible. To be noticed by His Majesty."

"The death of a subordinate is not a pity, it is the crime of the subordinate, but I am afraid that the superior will not believe it or turn his anger on His Highness."

Zhu Jianshu paused slightly, but didn't look back: "You think that if I can find out, His Majesty won't be able to find out?"

"When the lord comes back, you will naturally be handed over to the lord."

Hearing this, the man on the ground lost all his strength and fell into the hands of His Highness. He was not very afraid. After all, he had done a lot for His Highness, even if His Highness wanted him to die, there was nothing to be afraid of. .

But he didn't expect His Royal Highness to be so ruthless, handing him over to His Majesty, His Majesty's methods and His Preference for that person, death is not the most terrible thing, he will only live worse than death then.

This person tried to commit suicide immediately, and the guards in the dungeon saw what he was thinking, and he soon discovered that he was desperate for death now.