The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"You take this." Daoist Huantian handed successively a palm-sized golden token, "Hold it, and ask any questions you want, no one will dare to show you face."

Commander of Huantian Peak.Seeing orders is like seeing the peak master.

Looking at the serious look that was completely different from the previous contempt and arrogance, one after another wondered again in his heart: How did Daoist Huantian change his sex today?

But the other party was willing to help, and he couldn't ask for more.

Under the personal guidance of the peak master Yu Jiangui, they quickly walked to the place where the high-ranking disciples of Huantian Peak lived.

The residence of the next disciples is noisy and crowded, like a busy city, full of smoke and dust.

As for the residence of the high-ranking disciples, Feige Liudan, Biwa Zhuxi.Green trees and green smoke envelop the Red Bridge and waterfalls, and the sky and rainbows are gorgeous, revealing the wonderland of wonderland.

One after another, there are peak lord orders hanging on their waists.Even if it was just a foundation building, the Jindan monks with advanced cultivation bases would not dare to neglect him when they saw him, and they would answer every question.

Under the guidance of the enthusiastic brothers, he quickly found the residence of a monk who searched Yu Xing's room.

This cultivator had obviously obtained the order from the peak master in advance, so he stayed in the room and waited, not daring to go anywhere.

Just after entering the door one after another, another monk also got the news and ran over by himself.

The two of them knew the reason for coming here one after another, so he didn't need to ask any more questions, they already recalled the situation of that day in detail.

The two of them were in charge of all the rooms on the floor where Yu Xing lived.After entering Yu Xingfang, it was a formal inspection, and he was not too cautious.

Unexpectedly, after a rough search, I found the magic door technique on the bookshelf.

"Big bitter gourd... There are quite a few books on Yu Xing's bookshelf. Do you take out every book and read it?"

"Where can it be?" One of the disciples named Zhang Qiong chuckled: "That book is covered with the cover of "Playing Spring Breeze". I was itchy for a while, so I took it out and took a look..."

He winked and winked in succession, with a friendly "you know" gesture.

Have doubts one after another.He doesn't understand.

Why do I feel itchy when I see this book called "Playing Spring Breeze".

"Why don't you know, Junior Brother?" Zhang Qiong was more surprised than him, and then glanced at another fellow student named Chen Qi, "Still like Senior Brother Chen, you don't like to watch "The Spring Wind"?"

The blank eyes successively answered the other party appropriately: He has no idea what this book is at all.

He turned his head to look at Daoist Huantian.

The defiant Peak Master's eyes were as confused as his: I've never heard of it.

Zhang Qiong suddenly seemed to have touched some mechanism, and moved to the side of the bookshelf with a shunpo, and pulled out a book from the compartment in a smooth movement, and appeared in front of Lian Lian in a flash.

The whole movement took only two breaths, and the movement was as dexterous as flowing clouds and flowing water, and the afterimage dazzled people.

He is like a bookseller who is enthusiastic about selling books, introducing the books in his hand one after another attentively and earnestly. He is afraid that he will not learn or know and love to read, so he directly opens the book and spreads it in front of him.

I glanced at it one after another, and saw the contents of the book in black and white.

……

"Master..." The hoarse voice continued to weep and whisper: "Please... let me go..."

Broken weeping calls for more violent abuse/humiliation: "One after another, what did my teacher teach you on weekdays? Eat it."

"Master, no... ah!"

……

One after another: "..."

What the hell is this blind thing? !

He instantly understood what "Playing Spring Breeze" was, and wanted to burn it down.

Zhang Qiong was still in high spirits, telling him how brilliantly written the words and sentences of Fengyue Huaben were, and how fascinating the content was.

This is the most famous series of story books of Qian Tianzong.It has a long history and a long history. It tells various anecdotes, loves, hates, loves and hatreds of famous officials who are familiar with Zongnei.

The author's writing skills are superb, the music is wonderful, the emotion/words/music are hearty, and the scenes are extremely fragrant.

The content of the play Chunfeng keeps up with the trend, and the protagonists of the stories in the past year are mostly the most talked about disciples of Qian Tianzong——Lingyuan Peak.

They are the most beautiful decorations in Lingyuan Peak one after another. In all kinds of eclectic stories, he is almost always the pampered by several venerables. It is very satisfying to watch.

Zhang Qiong talked more and more vigorously, completely ignorant of the protagonist in the script, standing in front of him with a livid face at this moment.

"So when you saw "The Spring Breeze of Play" on Yu Xing's bookshelf, you couldn't help but take it out and look through it?" After taking a deep breath, he managed to suppress the helpless anger in his heart, and asked expressionlessly, "At that time, Yu Is there anything unusual in Xingfang?"

"The most unusual thing is this "Spring Breeze of Play"!" Zhang Qiong continued excitedly, "It says [-]. It's the latest issue. I haven't read it yet."

He didn't expect that there would be a new story, and he couldn't control it at all, so he took it out and read it immediately.

Full of anticipation, he opened the book like a pilgrimage, and the contents inside made him instantly dumbfounded.

It wasn't the long-awaited stories that the three masters of Lingyuan Peak had to tell one after another, it was actually the cultivation method of the Demon Sect.

As if asking for credit, he proudly said one after another when he met him but didn't know him: "Senior Brother Chen Qi doesn't like to read Fengyue's story books, and he didn't find it when he passed the bookshelf. It's all thanks to me."

He took a deep breath helplessly again one after another, and shifted his mind to concentrating on thinking.

If it is disguised as an ordinary book, the disciples who are searching are absent-minded, and they may not be able to find it with a cursory glance.

The book cover was deliberately replaced with "Playing Spring Breeze", which is the latest content that no one has read.The disciples who searched are inevitably itchy and curious, once they take it out and look through it, they will definitely find the mystery.

It is now certain that Yu Xing must have been framed.

If it's your own, who would use such an eye-catching book cover as a disguise?

It is clearly placed there, so that people can notice it clearly.

And it won't take too long to mix in, it's just a matter of these few days.Otherwise, Yu Xing would have discovered something so conspicuous.

Unfortunately, it is still unclear who framed Yu Xing.

I asked all I could ask, but I couldn't get any more.

He bid farewell to the two senior brothers one after another, intending to leave, but Zhang Qiong stopped him.

"This junior brother's appearance is so outstanding, in my opinion, he must not be under that mausoleum." He glanced at the peak master's golden order hanging on Lilian's waist, and his flattering eyebrows almost squeezed together.

"Since I started, I have never seen the peak master hand over the token to others." He raised his hands, pressed his thumbs together, winked and pointed, "why don't you watch "The Spring Wind", Also learn how to seduce people one after another, maybe..."

He chuckled: "If junior brother can also take down the peak master with his beauty..."

"Whoever is rich, never forgets."

Huantian Peak Master and Lian Lian, who had met but didn't know each other, looked at him expressionlessly before turning and leaving.

"Hey, why are you still slamming the door?" Zhang Qiong looked inexplicably at the slightly trembling door panel, which was shaken by the loud push, and kindly reminded the beautiful junior brother who was leaving, "It is said that the peak master likes gentle and elegant people." of."

The white boots stepped on the mirror-like bluestone slab, reflecting the dignified and elegant thin figure.

It has been known for a long time that the fellow sects in the sect hate and hate him, but only today did they find out that he has become the protagonist of the love story.

The five flavors are mixed, and you can't laugh or cry.

He looked up to the sky and sighed helplessly, that's all, what can we do?It's not just to comfort yourself and relax your mind, not to be happy with things but not to be sad with yourself, to forget all favors and disgraces when the wine is in the wind. (*)

Just as she adjusted her feigned kindness and hatred, and was thinking about what to do next, she suddenly heard a low voice asking: "Wenfeng and the others really regard you as... ...you are often bullied/bullied by them?"

A mouthful of old blood spewed out at the same time with a few desires and a greeting to the other party's ancestor.

He was often scorned and ridiculed by Qin Shi, but he was definitely not treated as a pet by them like in the script.

Even if it was teasing, he was still teasing Fangxiu!

"Peak Master Liu," a icy sarcasm covered his clear voice, "Your old man won't be in a high position for too long, and you're used to looking elegant, so you'll take it seriously when you see something vulgar and romantic?"

Leng Yin paused: "Even if you don't believe me, you should know the character of Master."

Daoist Juechen has bandits and gentlemen, how can he tolerate such flimsy desolation/lewdness from his disciples.

This extremely alienated and indifferent voice of "Peak Master Liu" made Liu Changji's heart tremble suddenly, as if being nailed by a soft sharp thorn, the damage was not great, but the pain was extremely sharp.

He was silent for a moment: "I made a slip of the tongue. But you don't understand Wenfeng."

The superior person with power over the world, even apologized so frivolously and perfunctorily.

One after another sneered: "I really can't compare to Peak Master Liu and Master who have known each other for many years, they are deeply affectionate and know each other like the palm of their hands."

"But that doesn't stop me from respecting and admiring Master."

He has no relationship or reason with Taoist Juechen, and the other party not only saved his life, but also took good care of him.

Master's love is exhausted.

All he wanted in this life was to repay his kindness.

Liu Changji was startled suddenly.

He didn't know that successively, he was brought to Qiantianzong by Wenfeng for less than three years.A monk's lifespan is long, a hundred years, and it is also a dream of a fire in a stone that is fleeting in an instant.

That day, he heard the wind and opened the altar to preach, and had disputes with his disciples one after another.

He noticed something strange about Li Lian, so he became a little curious about this apprentice who was always by his side.

But that didn't stop him, he took him to heart.

That little bit of interest is like an inconspicuous seed with great vitality. Once it takes root in the gap in his heart, it sucks the blood from the apex of his heart and grows wildly.

When he realized it, it had already been deeply rooted and formed a net, imprisoning his heart in an unbreakable emotional prison.

Liu Changji laughed out loud.

One after another, this man is really interesting.

Why did Lord Huantian suddenly go crazy?One after another, they slandered in their hearts.But he asked for help from others, and the other party also gave him help without hesitation, and he owed a karmic favor in the end.

There's no need to piss him off with a little spat.

The big bitter gourd is still locked in the cold prison, if Taoist Huantian refuses to let him find out the truth because of this anger, he will kill the big bitter gourd.

Not worth the candle.

Love what to think how to think.I have a lot of fast meat.

Taking a deep breath one after another, he walked towards Yu Xing's residence.

He has to continue to search for clues to find conclusive evidence that the big bitter gourd was framed by someone.

Coming to the "Drunken Red Mansion" again, the senior brothers yesterday were deeply impressed by the succession, and their attitudes are still enthusiastic.

But one after another felt that they might be of low status, and had never seen the peak master order.

They turned a blind eye to the shining golden token hanging around their waists, and only smiled at his face.

"The Spring Breeze of Play on the [-]st?!" When a senior brother heard it, it was like a firecracker being ignited, and there was a loud bang in an instant, "The latest one is out?!"

"I haven't even bought the [-] book yet. Junior brother, where did you see the latest one?"

"What's the content? As I mentioned last time, we accidentally offended our peak master one after another, and was rescued by Senior Brother Qin Shi. He was about to repay him with his own body. His robe was untied, but it was broken at the most critical place."

"You saw that from the last time. Senior brother Qin was fierce and fierce, so he kept crying and begging for mercy for three days and three nights. The story of the last time was about Fengming Peak singing feast."

"The three venerables of Lingyuan Peak will be brought into the Fengming Pavilion one after another, and their robes will be torn off. They are about to punish him in turn, but they are broken at the most critical place."

Several people turned towards each other and said in unison: "Junior brother, what happened later? How did the venerables punish him?"

One after another: "..."

He gritted his molars, his smile was a little stiff.

Nothing to say.

This Fengyue storybook is full of smoky things!

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*Yueyang Tower

"Playing Spring Breeze", Qian Tianzong's most popular little color book.

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