Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao paused, then nodded slightly.

In the past, he and Shen Hui practiced together, ate together, and eliminated demons side by side. Some of them were just brothers and sisters, and they never had any other emotions.

It was only in the past two years that he realized that his love for himself seemed to exceed the feelings between fellow apprentices.

He deliberately alienated Shen Hui, and said countless times that he only treated Shen Hui as a senior brother. When Shen Hui heard him say that, he just smiled. He thought Shen Hui understood.

He knew that his senior brother was very stubborn in doing things, but he didn't expect it to be so extreme.

"Master?"

Only then did Ye Qiao come to his senses, and smiled slightly.

"Of course I won't marry him. Today I will go to Master and Grand Master to clarify the matter."

Hearing what Ye Qiao said, Dong Zhao seemed relieved.

His chest was still slightly swollen and painful, and he had to gasp for a few words, Ye Qiao held his chest and frowned.

"Master, are you okay?"

He gritted his teeth to endure a sharp pain and waved his hands.

"I'm fine..."

"How many practice books in the retreat cave have you read?"

Dong Zhao said, "I've read half of it."

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

Dong Zhao shook his head, "I don't understand anything yet."

Ye Qiao nodded, "Well, I'll read it later. After reading it, you must memorize it by heart. In the second cave is the complete sword manual, which can be practiced with the Jialan sword."

Dong Zhao nodded, "Well, I understand Master."

Ye Qiao said as he lifted off the thin quilt covering his body, and was about to stay on the bed.

"Master's injury is still not healed, so he should lie down and rest."

He was in a hurry to find his master and ancestor, and said that he did not agree to the marriage with Shen Hui. If it was a step late, or if it was delayed any longer, Shen Hui might not know what to do.

Seeing that he insisted on going out, Dong Zhao said: "Master's hair is messed up, I will help Master tie his hair before going to retreat."

Ye Qiao nodded.

He was sitting in front of the table, with a bronze mirror still in front of him. Although his eyes could no longer see it, he didn't think about removing the mirror.

Dong Zhao's movements were very familiar, and he smoothed every strand of hair in a short while. The long black hair was smooth on his straight back, and he inserted a sapphire hairpin between the three thousand ink hairs.

Looking at the person in the bronze mirror, Dong Zhao was slightly taken aback. The person inside was soft and handsome, as if he was not a real person.

His heart was beating violently, and an evil thought that should not have arisen in his mind.

"It would be such a wonderful thing if such a good person could be his own-" This idea suddenly popped into his head, and he panicked for a moment.

"Ok?"

When Ye Qiao's sweet and soft voice fell to her ears, Dong Zhao trembled uncontrollably.

"Okay... okay."

Seeing Ye Qiao going away, Dong Zhao still couldn't help shouting, "Master, go and come back early!"

"understood--"

Ye Qiao went out until night and did not return. He had read almost all the books in the retreat cave. When night fell and saw that he hadn't returned, he was worried and impatient and couldn't read any books, so he came to the yard and waited. he.

Worried, I didn't know how many times I walked up and down in the yard, and finally saw a light blue figure.

His messy heart finally calmed down, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"Master...you are finally back!"

Ye Qiao's face was a little tired, but when facing him, she still raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, raised her hand to touch his head, and rubbed his hair.

"It's not that the master is not coming back, so happy."

Dong Zhao grinned, "When I can't see Shizun, I miss Shizun like crazy. After going through all kinds of hardships, I am naturally happy when I see Shizun who I miss so much—"

Ye Qiao chuckled.

"Is that so... then didn't I find myself a follower to be my apprentice——"

Dong Zhao pursed his lips and kept his eyes on him.

"I am willing to be Master's follower, as long as Master doesn't find me annoying—"

Ye Qiao stroked his hair gently.

"Did Master reject the marriage?"

Ye Qiao nodded.

Dong Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In the early morning of the second day, Ye Qiao sat under the Qiong tree, and there were several flower buds on the Qiong tree, which seemed to be about to bloom.

With a wooden comb in his hand, Dong Zhao skillfully tied his hair.

A faint fragrance hit his nostrils, and Dong Zhao was so addicted to that fragrance that he couldn't extricate himself, wishing to bury his head in his hair and take a strong sniff.

"Azhao, today you follow me down the mountain to practice and practice."

Dong Zhao came back to his senses and nodded again and again.

He seemed to be looking forward to finally being able to fight side by side with Master.

The two stood side by side, one in white and the other in black. Occasionally, when the mountain wind blew over, the hem of their clothes would be rolled up and entangled in mid-air.

There are ghosts and ghosts in Xiaojia Mountain, disturbing the common people.

Seven people have lost their lives.

The furtive hides in a shadowy place deep in the woods.

In dangerous places, Dong Zhao always walks half a step ahead of him, raising his arms slightly to keep him firmly behind him.

If he thinks this way, if there is a real danger, he can still block the master's blow.

In the depths of the woods, even in the daytime, the sun is blocked by the dense branches and leaves, and things can still be seen vaguely.

Suddenly a burst of black smoke rushed over.

Dong Zhao turned his wrist, and the Jialan sword was already in his hand.

Using the moves on the sword manual, he slashed towards the black smoke.

Ye Qiao stood aside, not planning to make a move.

Her ears moved slightly, listening carefully to the sound of fighting, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

Ye Qiao had to admit that Dong Zhao was extremely smart, flexible in his swordsmanship and moves, and he could blurt out mantras and incantations. To have such an achievement in just a few days should be regarded as very good.

God knows how serious and assiduous Dong Zhao is in practicing the exercises. Every night he has to drill into the retreat cave to practice until dawn. His goal is to become the strongest in the world of cultivating immortals and protect Ye Qiao.

"Broken!"

The black smoke dissipated immediately!

Dong Zhao hurriedly ran up to him, and smiled panting slightly.

"Master, the sneakiness has been eliminated."

Ye Qiao smiled in satisfaction, "Very good, he was so calm in the first actual battle, and he didn't mess up his moves and formulas. Ah Zhao will definitely be the hero of this world of cultivating immortals in the future!"

Dong Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled, patted his chest.

"I will protect Master from now on!"

Hearing these words, Ye Qiao unconsciously raised the corners of her lips higher.

I don't know why, but being with him is really a joy.

Ye Qiao said: "Then, while it's still early, let's go to Dajia Mountain and collect the mandrill that has caused countless harm."

The two headed in the direction of Dajia Mountain.

A Thousand Paper Crane rushed over with its wings fluttering vigorously, and landed lightly on his shoulder.

Ye Qiao stopped in his tracks, and unfolded the thousand paper cranes one by one. Su Bailang's anxious words came to Ye Qiao's ears.

"It's not good! Something happened to Wanxian Peak, hurry back!"

Wanxian Peak is the place where Shizun and Shizu lived!

He trembled violently, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Azhao, you go to Dajia Mountain to remove mandrills. You have to go back for some things as a teacher. We will meet you in Yihu City in the afternoon!"