After the Master's reinstatement

No matter how perfect the hypocrisy and obedience, there will always be traces exposed under sarcastic remarks.

Picking and picking must continue.

No matter what Shang Yingqiu said, what he did, or whatever delicious food he brought, Yu Yan had to remain unmoved. Occasionally he ate a bite or two, mainly disliked and supplemented by sarcasm.

What is the attitude of the devil?

The city lord of Thousand Devils, before being sent to Xingtai, was able to play the piano and sing Guangling San, which is a model of what their devils should have, and deserves to be praised for a hundred years.

"Godfather, it's time to eat."

Yu Yan sat cross-legged in meditation, his eyelids were slightly opened, and he glanced over quietly.

He won't be tempted, even if the plate of fat crabs from the last season is treated the same way, he has to treat love in his heart like dung, and cut love like flesh.

Shang Yingqiu opened the food box steaming hot, and he took out a plate of snacks from it.

Yu Yan's eyelids couldn't help but widen again.

Because it was sent over just after it came out of the steamer, the heat was like fairy mist, making the nine white rabbits standing inside seem to be flying towards the moon.

I don't know how to make this rabbit, the skin is milky white, it looks crystal clear; the ears are pointed, the eyes should be made of sesame seeds, each one is pinched into different shapes, the jade snow is very exquisite.

Following the movement of Shang Yingqiu to put it down, the nine white little bodies trembled, as if trembling in the fog.

Yu Yan: "..."

He has lived here for a month and has never eaten this dish.

He knew all the cooks in the alliance, and he couldn't make such delicate and lovely things.

Sure enough, this was borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, and he could guess a thing or two about the situation outside.

Old Teng definitely can't cure his poison. Others don't know, but he knows——

The old man's nose failed more than ten years ago. To put it mildly, he is living in seclusion, but in fact he is retiring. Even if he goes out of the mountain, it will not be of much use.

Shang Yingqiu learned to be smart this time, instead of bringing the plate directly in front of him, he held it first, maintaining a position where he could retreat, and said to him: "Last time you said that if you want to kill, you can cut me up, right? ?”

Yu Yan: "..."

A gentleman is worth a thousand dollars for a promise, yes, he said.

But those were just polite words, just like when people from the rivers and lakes meet, they say that they have admired their names for a long time.

Even if you have heard it, who should take it seriously!

Shang Yingqiu saw the vigilance on the master's face, clenched his fists, bit his lips and endured it, pulled a stool and put the plate down.

"Last time I saw it at Zhizhi Zhao's mansion and thought it was interesting. I wanted to give Mu Chun a try first, but it has been unsuccessful. This time it seems to be okay, so I will work hard for you, Master."

"..."

"There are several kinds of stuffing in it." Shang Yingqiu pointed to a few of them, and his voice was earnest: "This is red bean paste, mung bean paste, oh, and lotus paste."

Yu Yan: "I don't—"

Before the word "No" was finished, Shang Yingqiu reminded him.

"Yesterday, you said that you want to compete with me one-on-one? If you don't eat enough, it's not fair."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Shang Yingqiu got up and walked towards the table.He cast a glance and saw that the young man brought a wooden box.

As soon as the box was opened, golden light overflowed and bloomed.

The dragon scale whip was quietly curled up on the brocade cloth, and the golden lin on his body was still shining, coiled up like a golden dragon that could not wake up.

That day when the secret room was breached, the Golden Lin Whip was at hand, and it was he who watched it being taken away by the people of the Wulin League.

Yu Yan caressed the whip scales.

This is a friend who has been with him for 30 years and can't speak, but has lived and died with him and lived happily.

Shang Yingqiu said to compare, then compare.

Anyway, Yu Yan also wants to know who is stronger and who is weaker between the two now.

The shackles were removed, he turned his wrists, and followed Shang Yingqiu out of the secret passage.

It had rained earlier, the air outside was cool and fresh, the branches and leaves on the trees were almost gone, and the courtyard was golden.

Holding the whip in his right hand, Yu Yan waved it casually, and several tooth marks immediately appeared on the ground.

Every scale on the Golden Linbian's body is forged from indestructible black gold, and there are countless sawtooths that are hard to see with the naked eye.

With this whip, even if it is an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, it will still be torn to pieces.

When Shang Yingqiu saw the whip marks on the ground, he praised: "Master's skill has improved again."

With the whip hanging on the ground, Yu Yan didn't take this compliment of the young man seriously, but he didn't pay attention to it.

"What you practiced is no longer the Uncertain Palace Kungfu. Call me Master. Aren't you afraid that your current master will be angry?"

He wanted to ask a long time ago, it is not uncommon for an apprentice to worship several teachers in Jianghu, but it is a minority after all.

There is no doubt that Shang Yingqiu's Nei Gong practiced the Buddha's Divine Art.

Given Wu Zun's status, how could he allow his disciples to think of others as masters?

Now I keep calling myself Master, but maybe when I turn around, I will use the same voice to call others...

Thinking of this scene, Yu Yan felt a wave of anger in his heart, stronger than the waves of the Qiantang River!

When he asked this question, he raised his wrist with strength.

Thousands of dragons with long whips go out to sea and attack with a thunderous force.

The young man on the opposite side stood upright, his black robe fluttering in the oncoming evil spirit.

The two forces collided in mid-air.

The small courtyard is small, and the whips and lights are as dense as a sky net, and Shang Yingqiu is firmly bound in the center with sweeping force.

The young man used his hand as a blade, and wrapped a whip around his arm, approaching to a distance where they could confront each other face to face.

Breathing intertwinedly, Shang Yingqiu raised his eyes, looking at him with dark abyss-like eyes.

Yu Yan met this line of sight, and then slightly paused for breathing.

"You cannot announce your identity to the outside world for the time being, because the disciple is incompetent."

"..."

Autumn leaves dance wildly and fall like rain, making it difficult to distinguish each other for a while.

"But apart from you, the disciple has never recognized anyone else as a teacher. From the beginning to the end...I only have you."

There is still a cold light shining on the scales, but the movement is abrupt.

Before Ding almost touched the young man's cheek, the whip staggered and slammed towards a tree trunk on one side.

There was no joy on Yu Yan's face, instead he was livid as if he had suffered a serious illness, and he was terribly cold.

"...a sycophant."

These words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth: "If you talk nonsense, you know how to say good things. Who cares about your flattery!"

Shang Yingqiu, who was dubbed a "sycophant" for the first time in his life, was also slightly taken aback.

"Master—"

After receiving the news that the leader of the alliance was fighting against the devil, Fang Yuan went to the Tianji Hall to watch the excitement.

Unfortunately, it's still a little late.

The battle in the courtyard was over, and there was only a ground of dead leaves that had been crushed into powder, and the leader who stood there, seemingly confused.

... It can be seen that it is really fierce. The black robe on the leader's body was cut to pieces by the whip wind.

He saw the leader bent down to pick up the long whip on the ground, slowly rolled it up, and suddenly turned his head.

He asked an irrelevant question very abruptly.

"Master Fang, am I a good flatterer?"

Fang Yuan felt that he heard it wrong: "...What, what? Who do you think is good at flattering?"

Shang Yingqiu's face sank like water, and his voice was cool and clear: "Me."

"..."

Fang Yuan was terrified, what kind of joke are you making, who would flatter you, the leader! ?

Which horse is so miserable that it will be slapped to death directly——

Directly photograph the Nine Hells and never be reborn!

Young man, how can you speak so irresponsibly.

Yu Yan's temples bulged and hurt in the middle of the night, and it didn't get better until the second half of the night

Jing knows that he is obedient, and he is the only master, but what does he actually do?

He can understand that Shang Yingqiu can't admit the fact that he was a disciple of Buzhou Palace now, and that's not what he's angry about.

But now that he's back, "Mu Chun" is naturally gone.

Everyone now thinks that the child was taken away by taking advantage of the chaos. Yu Yan has been in the league for more than a month, and he has made a lot of achievements in relationship. They all said something embarrassingly, have a good time with the child, this time they will repeat the same mistakes again.

But from the beginning to the end, Shang Yingqiu didn't specially send extra manpower to hunt for——

I don't worry about whether the children are full, whether they are dressed warmly, or whether they will sleep in the open.

Why, it doesn't matter if the bait is dead or alive after catching a fish.

His guess was verified by the new recruit Bu Dang.

"I want to report to the Palace Master, the brothers who escaped last night were divided into three waves. The Martial Arts League sent 73 disciples to track them down separately. However, it is nothing to worry about because they are all C and D-level disciples. They are all the Palace Master's tricks. Zhou Fang, the other powerful ones are still in a coma, so there is nothing they can do."

Shang Yingqiu has a lot of affairs, so he can't come for three meals.Bu understands that he is in charge of delivering meals, so he took advantage of this gap to show his loyalty.

"There are few people in the alliance. My brother was ordered to lead the team out when he was in danger. He told me to serve the palace master well and give you a helping hand!"

There is no way, since the two brothers took the "Decree of the King of Hell", they have not eaten well for half a month, they have become thinner, and their minds are in a trance. If there is no antidote after half a month, they will definitely die.

Two days ago, when the two learned that the devil had been captured, they were so anxious that they would be buried with him if something happened to the devil.

Bu Dong opened the rice basket, laid out the food one by one, and secretly wanted to look inside.

No wonder he was curious, before, every time the devil came to find them, it was in the middle of the night, and he always chose a place deep in the dense forest where people could kill people and silence them.

Not to mention appearances, they have never even seen a human figure before, and they even discussed in private, they all agreed that the devil is as ugly as the storytellers say, so they dare not show their true colors...

Bu Dao took courage and looked inside through the black iron fence.

This single-family iron prison is furnished as well as the guest room, and the door is blocked by a screen. After a few clangs, the figure behind the screen rises, and there is a crisp and continuous sound of gold and jade clashing as they move around.

After taking the children's medicine, you need to use your strength every day to maintain your body size.

Yu Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, and after meditating, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his face when he came out.

Hands and feet were chained, but fortunately the chain was long enough to walk to the door.

He glanced outside, the wine and vegetables outside the bar were half spilled, the fat man was bent over in a trance, the hand pouring the wine was frozen in mid-air, the wine splashed all over the floor, he was so stupid that he was endless.

Day and night were indistinguishable in the prison, and candles were always burning. Under the hazy yellow light and shadow, there was a face that could dazzle the world, but the owner was obviously not aware of it, or never cared about it.

Beauty is not self-aware, so it never restrains and hurts the enemy more severely.

Yu Yan sighed in his heart, if he spared his wise life, he would end up with no one at hand.

"Then what's the reaction in the league after my son disappeared?"

Yu Yan knew that his evil voice was too strong, so it was not surprising that others were afraid of him.

He asked kindly, but now the other party was more and more at a loss, he didn't know where to look, and looked embarrassed.

The fat man stammered badly: "Exactly, punish the guard disciple."

Is it just punishment?

He tapped his fingers on the edge of the still warm porcelain bowl, again and again, thoughtfully.

"Then he...Shang Yingqiuli released the portrait and issued a reward order?"

The fat man hesitated: "It seems not."

"If there is, then there is not. What is it like?" Yu Yan said coldly, he didn't believe it, and asked again and again: "He didn't ask to find a child? Are you sure?"

Sure, Bu understands that this will completely turn against him, so he flatters him and asks: "Master, then, isn't it good if you don't chase after that?"

Did not find him.

Yu Yan's eyes darkened for a moment, and he thought that if he paid attention to it, even if he couldn't get away, he should send someone to chase him.

Nothing is difficult in the world if there is a heart, and if Shang Yingqiu has the heart, there will be a way.

... A group of people from the rivers and lakes retreating with a child will definitely attract attention. The Wulin League has stations in Kyushu. How difficult is it for Feige to send a reward order?

... Not to mention too much, the league is poor when it is poor, but tens of thousands of gold should be there, right?

…I was holding him in my hand for fear of breaking and holding him in my mouth for fear of melting. Could it be that the appearance of cherishing him is just pretending?

Maybe not, maybe yes.

But Yu Yan couldn't tell the difference clearly. He tried to tell the difference, but couldn't.

It's not that he lacks ability, but that he can distinguish fakes, and he is an expert without exception.

I have never been loved by anyone, and I don't know how to truly cherish, isn't that the case.

If he had known this earlier, he should have allowed that damned idiom to be turned into trash.

Thinking of the way I worked on it with the lights on for several nights in a row, and re-glued the book back page by page, piece by piece——

The headache that subsided a little came up again.

The author has something to say: Golden Scale Whip: Am I really your good friend? Why have you been here for so long, and you only care about snacks?

Godfather: ...