Brother thinks I'm too silly, what should I do?

"Senior, I'm sorry, late life is not destined for you, hey—"

Duan Qiche grabbed Fu Nanqiao's clothes and pulled him over, "Child, take me to Desolation."

Luo Chen pulled Fu Nanqiao back again, "Since you can't apprentice as a teacher, why do you want to follow me, senior?"

"Hmm... Is your current head still Fengchi?"

Duan Qiche directly called Fengchi by his name, and his behavior really looked like his peers.

Song Boyao frowned, "You should show some respect, whether you are a disciple of the immortal sect or not, you should be honored as the head of the sect, right?"

Duan Qiche gave him a cold look, and rolled his eyes in disgust, "Respect? Even if I actually come in front of him, he will still call me senior."

"..."

Song Boyao snorted, "I don't know why senior sees my junior brother?"

Duan Qiche walked past Fu Nanqiao with his hands behind his back, and lightly left a sentence "Because he is like my husband." Then he took the lead and left.

Chu Ningxi smiled meaningfully at him, and followed Duan Qiche.

Song Boyao came over and whispered in his ear as if nothing had happened, "You are very lucky."

Fu Nanqiao looked back at Luo Chen, resisting the urge to push him away.

The road leading to the desolation in the town was meandering, Fu Nanqiao staggered several times and almost fell down, Luo Chen didn't know why, he kept his face sullen when he came out of the inn, watching him fall and didn't come to help him.

Duan Qiche looked back at him, a stone appeared from under his feet at some point, he grinned his teeth, Luo Chen held his arm, and the warm feeling spread through his clothes instantly, making his ears turn red , Duan Qiche smiled meaningfully, and turned around.

"Miss Duan is so pretty that you can't take your eyes off your feet, can you?"

I don't know why, but Fu Nanqiao's tone sounded wrong.

He looked up at Luo Chen with some hope, his solemn expression extinguished the light in his eyes, and he was a little disappointed.

Luo Chen looked at his ever-changing face, and withdrew his hand calmly, with a hint of sternness in his tone, "Don't think about it when you walk, do you have to fall down one day to grow your memory?"

Fu Nanqiao especially liked Luo Chen talking to him in a tone that taught children a lesson. He looked slightly absent-minded at first, but instantly rolled his eyes with a smile, "Senior brother is right."

The two were hard and soft, really harmonious, Luo Chen curled his lips and looked away.

There was heavy fog on Cangliang Mountain, and from a distance it looked like a fairy mountain in the clouds, Duan Qiche said as he walked, "It really hasn't changed at all."

Song Boyao listened to him, and continued, "How can it be changed? The Bliss Gate can build a pavilion, can we build a mountain?"

Fu Nanqiao rolled his eyes, the more he looked at Song Boyao, the more unpleasant he became.

"Your face is almost on the ground." Luo Chen changed the subject and said in a low voice, "Fu Nanqiao, don't argue with him before you understand the reason."

Fu Nanqiao knew that his senior brother didn't let him break up with Song Boyao so that he wouldn't get into trouble. If it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to deal with things rationally, but it was his senior brother who Song Boyao touched, and you were reluctant to touch him, so you were caught Others almost lost their lives several times.

Thinking of this, a thorn of ice lay across his heart, and his fingers turned white from his grip.

Luo Chen comforted softly, "I'll take care of it, don't worry, your brother is smart."

The desolate mountain road winds and stretches, and the cultivator goes up with his sword. Just as Fu Nanqiao summoned Huaping, he saw Duan Qiche running back bouncing around.

Fu Nanqiao was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

Duan Qiche stood on his Huaping quite naturally, "Kid, take me to fly."

Fu Nanqiao stared dryly, and subconsciously looked at Luo Chen, who was sullen, and walked away with a spell.

Duan Qiche stood behind him, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and thought of something funny, tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Drive."

"..."

Fu Nanqiao frowned, "Senior, aren't you a cultivator? Why don't you have a sword?"

Duan Qiche didn't care, "Ah, I lost my sword, hurry up and get rid of the ink, your precious senior brother has gone far away."

Hearing this, Fu Nanqiao's face blushed, "Who, who is dear brother, I..."

"Oh, no baby, no baby." Duan Qiche said in a coaxing tone, "Come on, I can't wait to take you as my apprentice."

Huaping was a little unstable under the weight of the two people. Fu Nanqiao controlled the spell, and was worried that he would fall to pieces in the next second. The people behind did not help him, but swayed left and right. There was a lot of chatter.

Fu Nanqiao frowned, "Senior, don't shake."

"Idiot." Duan Qiche said, "Why are you so stupid? You can't understand even with a sword. Are you paying for this golden elixir?"

"What recharge? Ah——"

Fu Nanqiao felt that he was being pulled back by a huge force, and when he realized it, he had already changed places with Duan Qiche.

Duan Qiche's silky black hair fluttered casually around his waist, and was slightly blown by the wind, bringing rouge fragrance into his nostrils. Fu Nanqiao pressed the corners of his eyebrows, and felt that the fragrance was somewhat familiar.

"Let you see how master plays Biaojian."

"Boosh—"

A gust of wind passed by, Fu Nanqiao's heart jumped into his throat, Duan Qiche rushed in front of everyone at an astonishing speed, Fu Nanqiao felt as if his face was about to be torn apart, the speed of the gust made him He couldn't really hear it, but he vaguely heard Chu Ningxi yelling "There is an enchantment ahead!"

Fu Nanqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the second they hit the barrier, Fu Nanqiao had already written a [-]-word suicide note in his heart - of course, [-] words must be for his senior brother .

"senior--"

"Little brother—"

Fu Nanqiao's arms tightened, his eyes flickered, and as soon as he closed his eyelashes, the scene in front of him changed.

Feng Chi was tasting tea with Ling Yao, when suddenly there was a burst of white light, the two people standing in front of them, one black and one white, Feng Chi who hadn't reacted stared blankly at them.

"Fu Nanqiao?"

Feng Chi was a little dazed, and then turned to look at the woman next to him, and was caught in his sight for a moment. The woman was dressed in white, with a strand of black hair hanging on her chest, but she couldn't hide her extremely beautiful face even with her thin powder and daisy. Slightly squinting, the spring water in the eyes is rippling, it is really magnificent and charming.

Feng Chi stared straight at him, only heard a slap, and looked back, Ling Yao's face was sullen, his eyes were suddenly cold, Feng Chi swallowed, and looked away.

Ling Yao said coldly, "Young lady is using the land shrinking technique to bring my nephew along. Is there something important?"

Duan Qiche slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his crimson lips reflected the sun, "Feng Chi, I want to take Nan Qiao as my apprentice."

"Ah?" Feng Chi was confused, "But, he already has a master."

Duan Qiche boasted, "One more."

"..."

Ling Yao rubbed the cup carefully, and said flatly, "The girl is very rude."

"Ah..." Duan Qiche touched his chin innocently, "Did I offend you, I'm sorry, I haven't been with Xianmen for a long time, and I kind of forgot the rules."

Feng Chi blushed, "Girl, who are you?"

"Duan Qiche."

As soon as the name came out, Lingyao and Feng Chi were speechless in shock. Feng Chi stood up, staring at her as if he had never seen a human being before, "You said your name...what is your name?"

"Duan, Qi, Che."

Ling Yao, who was still calm at the side, came to his senses and stood up abruptly, "You are..."

"En." Duan Qiche turned his eyes slightly, "Don't talk about anything else, I just ask you, can I accept him as an apprentice."

Feng Chi was a little hesitant, and asked tentatively, "But, you...why did you accept us Nan Qiao as a disciple?"

"The root is so good, I can't bear to watch him stop here."

Unexpectedly, Duan Qiche didn't answer the sentence like my husband, and Fu Nanqiao heaved a sigh of relief, and then turned around to savor the sentence that is very good and couldn't help lowering his eyes.

Feng Chi turned his head and glanced at Ling Yao, the latter stepped forward, his tone softened, "Of course, Nan Qiao is fortunate to be taught by his senior, it is his blessing."

"What?" Fu Nanqiao was dumbfounded, "What did Master Uncle call her?"

His uncle is the most arrogant, even if the head of Xiuran of Fuqiu Island stood in front of him, he might not call you "you". No matter how tall she is, the uncle will not be inferior in generation - could it be that she is really in her 40s?

A brisk and comfortable smile came from beside him, and Duan Qiche patted Lingyao on the shoulder, "Good boy, he is a smart boy, quickly ask your disciples to prepare a good bamboo house for me, and put it next to Fu Nanqiao, and wait for me to teach you." He will return you a peerless genius in two months."

Fu Nanqiao looked at Duan Qiche's hand on Lingyao's shoulder, his mouth was almost on the ground, his uncle was the most jealous of others touching his shoulder besides Fengchi, at this time he was not only not angry, but also quite gentle , Even his master didn't take the opportunity to be jealous.

Fu Nanqiao suddenly wondered if everyone else had been taken away except herself...

Fu Nanqiao was just staying there, Luo Chen and the others came back at some point, but Luo Chen interrupted with a sullen face, "Fu Nanqiao lives in the Phantom Peak, which is a men's dormitory, and it's not suitable for women to live in."

"Ah, there are separate dormitories for men and women..." Duan Xiche cleared his cough and changed his voice, "Then I'll go to the women's dormitory."

Fengchi smiled, "Then let us Ningxi arrange it for Senior!"

Duan Qiche nodded slightly, "Then I will trouble the head."

Fu Nanqiao and Luo Chen looked at each other, but they hadn't recovered from their bewilderment.

In the distance, Song Boyao's face turned green, and he was really a senior...

Since the Fuxing sect was wiped out, the rivers and lakes have rarely become peaceful, people are bustling with people, and they live and work in peace and contentment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Zeming also emerges and becomes a talented person praised by everyone in the immortal sect.

Fu Nanqiao rested her eyes with her hands on her forehead, but she kept thinking about the resort. After all, it was connected by blood, so she really couldn't just sit idly by.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Duan Xiche kicked the door in. She was wearing a pink gauze dress today, and her blue hair was raised with mandarin duck tassels. Fu Nanqiao, who was so busy, almost didn't recognize her.

Duan Qiche ran to his bedside and sat down, "My good disciple, master is here to teach you how to practice."

Fu Nanqiao rubbed the center of her brows, "Senior, how can you, a girl, break into your room casually?"