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

Fu Nanqiao rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I overheard the conversation of the demons by chance."

Xiao Zeming obviously didn't believe it, "Which mentally retarded person secretly said such an important thing on the street, and then it happened to be overheard by you?"

Fu Nanqiao was afraid that he would doubt him, so he deliberately put on an angry look, "What's the matter with you? Can I lie to you?"

Xiao Zeming looked at Fu Nanqiao's angry look, shook his head, and put his hands on his shoulders, "Of course I know you won't lie to me, but I'm afraid you'll fall for the tricks of the demons. It's not good if you're young... "

"... Huaping."

Xiao Zeming paused, looked at the sword that Fu Nanqiao had summoned, and smiled brightly from the corners of his eyes, "Okay, I'm not kidding anymore, I'll check about the demons myself, don't worry about it, just walk around and go drink."

Fu Nanqiao glanced at him and followed him reluctantly.

The sky was dark, and the surroundings began to be noisy.

Luo Chen practiced the spell for a long time, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. He was already at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage, and it was really difficult to break through the Yuanying.

Luo Chen wiped off his sweat, got up and was about to ask the headmaster for advice, when he opened the door, something rolled in, Luo Chen looked down, only to find that it was Fu Nanqiao who was drunk.

Luo Chen frowned, and shook off Fu Nanqiao, who lay on his lap again, preventing him from moving.

He had no choice but to lower his body, patted Fu Nanqiao's face, and couldn't help but ask in his heart, "You have to come to Fu Qiudao to see Xiao Zeming?"

Fu Nanqiao pouted and smiled.

"How can you be so desolate..." Luo Chen was about to scold him, but Fu Nanqiao raised his hand, and something entered his mouth, and the taste was bitter. Luo Chen coughed for a long time, and was about to raise his head to ask him why What he ate, a jug of wine was splashed on his face.

"..."

"Pay! Nan! Joe!"

After being yelled at, Fu Nanqiao became sober again, subconsciously got up and ran away, but a sudden blow from behind caused Fu Nanqiao to stagger, and his face was directly smothered on the ground.

Luo Chen pulled him up from the ground and was about to hit him, but his heart tightened suddenly and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the blood spit out, Luo Chen felt that his spiritual power, which had been stagnated because he could not break through the Nascent Soul, was suddenly unimpeded, and he immediately felt refreshed.

"you……"

Fu Nanqiao sat up and applauded, "Congratulations, big brother, for breaking through Nascent Soul!"

Luo Chen was a little dazed, "What did you give me just now?"

"Ah, Xiao Zeming gave me a panacea." Fu Nanqiao said, "Didn't you break through the bottleneck of Yuanying recently, so I thought of giving it to you."

Luo Chen looked at Fu Nanqiao who was gesticulating in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while, obviously his magic needed this panacea more, how could it be like a plaything, and he would give it to him if he said it...

Luo Chen's face was displeased, "Don't you see how many levels you have fallen behind your peers, and if you don't use the panacea, are you stupid?"

Of course he knew, but if he took this panacea, the devil energy in his body would become unstable, and he would be unable to control it.

"Eldest brother is the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in hundreds of years." Fu Nanqiao smiled at him, "It won't be a pity if I give it to you."

Luo Chen was stunned, his heart moved, and he helped Fu Nanqiao up from the ground, "Then... thank you."

Fu Nanqiao looked at Luo Chen's murmured look, and smiled even more happily, "Thank you so much, I will give you the little irrigation."

Luo Chen said coldly, "Don't even think about it."

Fu Nanqiao curled her lips, "Stingy."

Luo Chen looked at Fu Nanqiao being beaten up by himself, and he didn't know what it was like. He cleared his throat and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, and get ready for a feast."

Fu Nanqiao nodded, and walked back to his bamboo house. He looked back at Luo Chen - the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in the desolate hundreds of years at the beginning of the Nascent Soul...

If he didn't suppress his devilish energy, he would be about the same as Luo Chen now...

Luo Chen probably felt a little guilty for treating other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs. After Fu Nanqiao changed his clothes, he saw him sitting in his room, with wound medicine and hangover soup on the table.

"Has master gone?" Fu Nanqiao picked up the hangover soup and swallowed it down.

Luo Chen nodded.

"Why didn't you go with me, isn't senior brother never late?"

Luo Chen said lightly, "I'm afraid you'll die if you change your clothes."

Fu Nanqiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and leaned closer to Luo Chen, "I see, you are obviously guilty of me, so you deliberately waited for me to go with you."

Luo Chen ignored him, got up and left, Fu Nanqiao quickly put the wound medicine into his clothes, and followed him out.

Fu Nanqiao didn't actually think about being late, but after telling Xiao Zeming about his third senior brother, he didn't know whether he went to investigate or what, and he disappeared after drinking. I looked for him before, but I didn't see Xiao Zeming coming to look for him after waiting for a long time.

Luo Chen apologized to Xiu Ran, and sat down at the table next to his uncle, and Fu Nanqiao also sat next to him.

Luo Chen frowned slightly, "What are you doing sitting next to me?"

Fu Nanqiao squeezed towards him, "I don't have a quota, so I'm naturally embarrassed to occupy a seat."

"Yo." Luo Chen laughed, "Don't you have a back door?"

Luo Chen was talking about Xiao Zeming, but he, Fu Nanqiao, was not a person who wanted to take advantage of his friends, so he squeezed towards him again, looking around at Xiao Zeming.

Sitting directly to the right of the head of Xiu Ran, Xiao Zeming glanced at Fu Nanqiao, and quickly looked away.

Fu Nanqiao was a little worried, whether there was some conflict between Xiao Zeming and the third senior brother, and asked Luo Chen in a low voice, "Which one is the third disciple of Fuqiu?"

Luo Chen smiled inexplicably, "Xiao Zeming didn't tell you who the third disciple of Fuqiu is?"

Fu Nanqiao shook his head.

Luo Chen took a look at Xiao Zeming, with a bit of interest in his eyes, and asked him instead, "Which disciple is Xiao Zeming?"

He and Xiao Zeming have known each other for five years, but he never asked him how many disciples he was. He only knew that he was superior in aptitude. Although he was not as powerful as Luo Chen, he was still at the late stage of Golden Core at such a young age.

"First?"

Luo Chen chuckled, "Their eldest disciple is the one on the left of Xiu Ran."

Fu Nanqiao turned his head and took a look at the disciple on the left of Xiu Ran. This person had delicate features, not handsome, and he could not be noticed at first glance. He was currently receiving the seat of the Bliss Gate.

Fu Nanqiao turned around, "Then he is the second disciple?"

"Second brother Fuqiu died at the hands of the demons last year."

Fu Nanqiao nodded, suddenly felt that something was wrong, his heart shook, and he shouted, "He is the third disciple!"

Fu Nanqiao's voice was loud, and the people next to him turned their heads to look at him. Fu Nanqiao turned to look at Xiao Zeming, who was also looking at him with complicated eyes.

Fu Nanqiao only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and an urge to turn over the table.

Luo Chen took the teacup and tapped it on the table, motioning for him to regain his senses.

Fu Nanqiao looked back at Luo Chen, and said in a low voice, "I want to go back."

"What? Are you angry?" Luo Chen put his hands on the table, gloating about his misfortune.

Fu Nanqiao was curious and angry, and was really not interested in arguing with Luo Chen. She got up and was about to leave. Luo Chen stretched out her hand, grabbed his arm, and suppressed her smile, not joking with him.

"You offended the head of the Bliss Sect today, and the head of Xiu Ran is protecting you in public. If you leave now, Yun Nan will inevitably say something strange to you."

Luo Chen pulled him back, "Don't make yourself uncomfortable, bear with it for a while."

Fu Nanqiao turned around and sat down. Seeing his displeasure, Luo Chen tugged at the hem of his clothes, and told him about some of the more important disciples of the Immortal Sect over the past few years.

Fu Nanqiao listened to him talking at the side, and calmed down a lot. The anger just now gradually turned into confusion. The third senior brother of Fu Qiudao, the closed disciple of the head of Xiu Ran, is also very talented. What about the secret work of the demons?

Is it the same as him...

"Is he also an illegitimate child!"

"That's the great disciple of the Ultimate Bliss Sect, named Zhang Yichen, at the mid-Gold Core stage..." Luo Chen was introducing him, and was taken aback when he heard this, "What illegitimate child?"

Fu Nanqiao paused and shook his head, "...ah, it's all right."

"What are you pretending to be in your head all day?" Luo Chen pushed Fu Nanqiao away, "Will you listen to it or not, or go away."

"Brother, why are you so easy to get angry!" Fu Nanqiao hugged Luo Chen's arm, "I'm lost, and you don't know how to comfort me."

"Go away." Luo Chen frowned, and pushed Fu Nanqiao's head, "I scold you three hundred times a day, why don't I see you disappointed?"

Fu Nanqiao hugged her arms and did not let go, "Because I know that although the big brother scolds me, he still loves me in his heart."

Luo Chen slapped Fu Nanqiao's head with his hand. The latter was like a rock, and he would not let go even after being beaten, "Don't be mean to me!"

"Yo, the two little apprentices of the head of Fengchi are very affectionate."

The person who spoke was Zhang Yichen, the head disciple of the Bliss Sect. I don't know if it was because of his practice, or because he was born with such a temperament. He has neither masculine nor feminine temperament, like a eunuch, and all eunuchs are more masculine than him.

Fu Nanqiao let go of Luo Chen, and said in a low voice, "Could he have practiced the Sunflower Book?"

Luo Chen tidied up the clothes that had been pulled apart by him, his face was displeased, he just looked at him and didn't speak.

Feng Chi drank his tea without raising his eyebrows, "The homonym of Sheng and Qing is my desolate family style."

Zhang Yichen smiled and sat at the gate of bliss opposite him, his alluring appearance gave Fu Nanqiao goosebumps all over his body.

After the person left, Feng Chi turned around and said to the two of them, "This person should not be offended."

"Why?" Fu Nanqiao was puzzled, "Isn't he just a middle-stage Golden Core? Not as good as my elder brother."

Luo Chen sneered, "Have you heard it yet?"

Feng Chi's expression did not change, "Although his skills are not as good as Luo Chen's, he has learned strange skills. If he really fights, Luo Chen can't take advantage of it."

"Strange technique? Wasn't it taught by the Bliss Gate?" Fu Nanqiao considered Feng Chi's tone, "Could it be that you really practiced the Sunflower Book?"

Feng Chi smiled, "I thought so too at first, I even asked Yun Nan about it."

Fu Nanqiao can still think of how his sand sculpture master asked the Bliss Gate, "Did the first disciple of your sect practice some kind of magic technique that you must first leave the palace if you want to practice this skill?"

Feng Chi nodded his head, "Yes, yes, that's what the teacher asked."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Fu Nanqiao and Feng Chi laughed again and were out of breath, Luo Chen held his forehead and was speechless, what should the master and junior brother do?