The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Gradually, it became clear that Daoist Huantian's true love was not Fengming Peak Master, but Master.

"Yes. It's about the story of two Taoist monarchs who have known each other for many years and fought side by side." Yu Xing dug out a book, "But I only wrote one or two episodes, and it wasn't very popular, so there was no follow-up."

Daoist Juechen has a bright wind and bright moon, and Daoist Huantian has a fierce reputation far and wide.The writer dare not write too outrageously, there are no sexy scenes, and the plot is flat, so no one likes to watch it.

"There are Venerable Fang Xiu and Senior Brother Qin Shi."

Fang Xiu is frivolous and flirtatious, playing with flowers and cutting off thousands of fragrances. He has an unbeatable record of Qian Tianzong and Ye Yu [-].

Qin Shi once fell in love with a female cultivator of Fengming Peak and a female cultivator of Xiulin Peak, and they had reached the point of discussing marriage.It's a pity that the two beauties failed to cross the catastrophe, and the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.He didn't remarry either.

Successive feelings are more complicated.

Fang Xiu looks like a mad bee and butterfly who is promiscuous everywhere, but his skin is actually very thin, and he blush when he is teased, these stories cannot be true.

But when viewed as gossip, it is indeed... fascinating.

If it weren't for the random arrangement of the next few books, he couldn't help applauding: "Bao Treasure Story Book".

The Twelve Peaks of Qiantian and the stories of other peak owners are all brilliant and exciting.

The most popular and the most pen and ink is the love and hatred between Juechen Daojun and Huantian Daojun, two profound and handsome people, and another peerless beauty.

"In addition to the triangular entanglement with Master Ouyang Feng, there is also a female cultivator." Yu Xing took out a copy of "Playing Spring Breeze" with a three-digit number.

Books are cast with spells, so they are immortal, and you can still feel the vicissitudes of time from them.

"The story is about the time when the peak master and Juechen Daojun were Jindan monks. At that time, they were only in their twenties, still young, and the peak master was not yet the peak master."

"The master of the peak used to have a junior sister." Yu Xing glanced around, as if he was afraid that the wall would have ears, and lowered his voice, "It is said that the senior is beautiful and beautiful, and is more gentle and pleasant than the current peak master Ouyang. The number one beauty in Tianzong."

"She and the peak master fell in love with each other, made a marriage contract, and became husband and wife."

Successively and Xue Songyu moved their heads closer together: "What happened next?"

"Later, Daoist Juechen also fell in love with that senior." Yu Xing suppressed his voice as thin as a mosquito, "The person who wrote the pen did not dare to say it clearly, but there are hints that Daojun once took advantage of drunkenness Take that senior."

It became clear in my heart that this was absolutely impossible.Master is not that kind of person, and this is just a fabricated story.

However, the heart of gossip is above all else, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and couldn't help asking: "What about later?"

"Peak Master and Dao Jun are good friends, but when something like this happened, the relationship between them has become very delicate."

"Later, three people, no, four people, and Daoist Fang Xiu, went to the secret realm to practice together. In the end, only three people came back."

Xue Songyu frowned: "That senior, she..."

Yu Xing half-covered his mouth tremblingly: "The rest of the story is gone. These "Xi Chunfeng" are very old, and it is said that they were ordered to be destroyed back then. This one was secretly hidden by a senior sister, so it survived. handed down to posterity."

"The book is gone, and the later stories are only read by those who read them back then, retelling them from memory. There are very few people who still remember them."

"That is to say, you don't know." He sighed lightly one after another, feeling a little pity.

"No, I've heard of it before." Yu Xing's eyes shone brightly, as if he had obtained some kind of exercise secret book, "It was not long before I started. At that time, I was in the same batch as me..."

Xue Songyu interrupted him: "Tell a story. It's not about you."

Yu Xing brought the conversation back to the topic: "The four of us went to the secret realm together. You also know that Venerable Fang Xiu's behavior is frivolous. That senior is so beautiful, so naturally he was frivolously molested by him."

One after another, I said in my heart that it was impossible, and said in my mouth, "Continue."

"In order to avoid Venerable Fang, that senior entered a monster's lair by mistake."

"At that time, the peak master was only a golden core, and his cultivation was naturally not as good as it is now. Although he went to the lair to save people with the Taoist Lord, it was a pity that when he rescued people, he was already seriously injured and unable to recover. Not long after returning to Qiantianzong, The fragrance will disappear and the jade will perish."

"Peak Master and Venerable Fang have had a grudge since then. Some people say that Peak Master falls in love with Ouyang Feng Master because Ouyang Feng Master and that senior look alike..."

"Your name is Yu Xing, right?" An arrogant and sinister sneer suddenly came from behind, and the three heads that were brought together trembled suddenly.

Daoist Huantian raised his jaw slightly, looked down at Yu Xing from a high position, and gave a chilling look with a smile that was not a smile: "I shouldn't have released you from the cold prison."

"Feng, Peak Master..." Yu Xing slammed, and stood up quickly.As soon as he stood up straight, he recovered from the shock and suddenly knelt down.

One after another was equally surprised.When did Peak Lord Huantian come?Why are you here again?

He has already resolutely refused many times, and will never change his teacher in this life, why is he still not giving up.

He stood up with Xue Songyu, lowered his eyes and cupped his hands: "See Daoist Huantian."

When he lowered his head, the corner of his eye flickered, and there seemed to be a white figure at the door.

He turned his head to look quietly, and immediately felt exactly the same mood as Yu Xing.

Daoist Juechen stood tall and tall at the door, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, slightly raised phoenix eyes, and looked here leisurely.

Fang Xiu was also standing beside him, dressed in a white dress, exuding the youthful spirit of frost and snow.

A few drops of cold sweat ooze out of my heart one after another.

The three of them chatted about other people's gossip here, and were caught by the three righteous masters.

Taoist Juechen walked slowly to Lianlian's side, his posture was still as elegant and luxurious as the wind and flowing clouds, but there was a seemingly invisible frost lingering around him, which made people feel frightened for no reason.

He didn't squint, and didn't glance at Xue Songyu, Yu Xing, or the books on the table.

He only raised his jaw slightly to Daoist Huantian.

Daoist Huantian understood, and said coldly to Yu Xing: "Get lost."

Yu Xing touched the cold sweat on his forehead, stumbled up from the ground, and was about to run out the door with all his hands and feet.

"Wait a minute," the low and cold voice frightened him half to death, "Whose things on the table belong to them? Take them with you and roll."

Yu Xing hurriedly swept the books on the table into a pile, hugged them in his arms and ran out.

Xue Songyu, who was ignored, stood there without embarrassment, and after a while, bowed his head and followed suit to leave.

No one in the room spoke anymore.There seemed to be a draft of cold wind blowing in, and the silent frost was brought in, stagnating in the air.

A strange thought suddenly came to mind one after another.

He didn't know when the three of them came, and he didn't know how much the gossip they chatted just now was heard by the Lord.

Master and uncle looked as usual, only Taoist Huantian showed a bit of sullen expression.

On the surface, it seemed that he had just arrived and only heard the last sentence.

But one after another, from the oppressive coldness of the master, he felt a kind of intentional concealment that the other party deliberately ignored.

Even Fang Xiu was uncharacteristically quiet.It seems to be nothing, but in fact it seems to be a cover-up.

The master fell in love with Daoist Huantian's junior sister, but because of Fang Xiu, that senior disappeared.

This old romantic story must be the same as the current random arrangement, it is all nonsense made out of nothing.

But he couldn't help but think of the bright moon in his heart.

The rumors are groundless, and the stories are added to the story.But many years ago, there was indeed a stunning beauty, whom Master still remembers deeply.

What kind of person is he?What happened?That's why a master with such a high position and authority, who wants wind and rain can get rain, also has regrets in this life that he can't get what he asks for.

... The romantic gossip is too exciting.

One after another, I suddenly understood why Zhang Qiong felt itchy when he saw the latest episode of "The Spring Breeze", and he would definitely take it out and read it.

He felt it right now.

"... Xiao Qu'er!"

The clear voice rang in the ear, like thunder, pulling the wandering thoughts into the body.

Suddenly came back to God one after another.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Xiu moved his face closer, "I've called you so many times and you haven't responded."

He is secretly arranging the wind and moon gossip about Master.

——Of course you can’t tell the truth.

The corners of his mouth raised a subtle arc, he avoided talking, changed the subject and asked: "Why are Master and Uncle Master here?"

"Come to heal your wounds." Fang Xiu took the lead in grabbing his hand, "Didn't I say it, twice a day."

Taoist Juechen also stretched out his hand: "Xu, give me your hand."

Junyi's phoenix eyes were slightly bent, with a gentle and elegant smile, instantly diluting the coldness and indifference around him, like the warm wind and drizzle in March in Yangchun.

One after another, I felt that my small injury was really not worthy of such a mobilization, but I still stretched out my hand obediently.

The meridians are forcibly stretched by other people's aura, and the feeling of collision/occupation is really uncomfortable.Every time he healed, he had to bear it two or three times.

The mighty men scrambled to heal his wounds, just like he was "taught in swordsmanship", it was still an honor that many monks could not get in their lifetime.

One after another, he turned his head to look at Daoist Huantian again, and asked with his eyes: What are you doing here again.

Liu Changji raised his mouth and snorted, "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain."

Amidst the doubts in his eyes, he had already been combed through his meridians and injected his own aura.

Three tyrannical auras roamed and competed in the body, refusing to give in to each other, feeling that the body did not belong to him one after another, just like a broken leaf floating on the stormy sea, being taken away by others.

After finally getting through the "healing", the three of them showed no sign of leaving.

Daoist Huantian scanned the room several times from the moment he entered the door, and now he frowned and said, "How long do you plan to live in such a humble place?"

When Taoist Huantian came to this bamboo courtyard for the first time, he was disgusted by the pampered peak master.

At that time, the answer was "Zhuge Cottage in Nanyang" one after another, but Liu Changji just asked casually and didn't say anything more.

I don't know why the old story is brought up again today.

Repeat the old trick one after another: "This is a humble room..."

"Wenfeng," Daoist Huantian didn't listen to him at all, "If there is no good place for him to live in Lingyuan Peak, let him move to Chensu Hall."

Fang Xiu and Liu Changji have always had a gap, and they hate each other, no matter what Liu Changji does, he doesn't like it.

But on some issues related to succession, there is growing agreement.

He has lived here for more than two years, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first, as long as he chooses the place himself, he likes it.

However, listening to Liu Changji's words at this moment, I instantly felt that this rudimentary room could not be lived in at all.

"Xiao Qu'er, should we change the place?"

They stood silently one after another, with a seemingly bright smile on the corner of their mouths, and their half-down eyes could not hide the indifferent coldness.The elegant figure is tall and straight like a pine, but it is a bit thin and frail.

Fang Xiu and Liu Changji were suddenly speechless.

One after another, their cultivation bases are low, and their status is separated from the high-ranking Nascent Soul Venerables.

Regardless of the law of respect and inferiority, or strength, he is not qualified to be equal to these kings.

He could only stand alone, smiling silently, silently expressing his insignificant resistance.

This kind of indifferent and alienated respect is like a flexible thorn, poking hard at the softest and most important position on the apex of the heart.

A soft and soft blow instantly blew people away and made them utterly defeated.

Liu Changji looked at Wenfeng in a daze.

In the elegant and light smile, there was the same helplessness as him.

The pampering and pampering of Taoist Juechen to his lover is well known in the world.

One after another is the most magnificent and beautiful stroke of Lingyuan Peak, a paradise on the tip of the heart, and an abyss where the sun and stars hide.

By the time he realized he was attracted, he was already on the verge of extinction.Knowing that his body would be smashed to pieces, he jumped down with difficulty, and stepped into a situation of eternal doom.

Fang Xiu glared at Liu Changji viciously, and cursed silently: It's all your fault, Xiao Qu'er is upset.

Blame all the blame on the other party.

"Xiao Qu'er, you can live wherever you want." Fang Xiu took two steps forward, afraid of being abrupt, so he didn't dare to get too close.

"Axu," Daoist Juechen barely heard a slight sigh, "You just healed your wound, you adjust your breath for half an hour, and then practice the Taixuan Zhenjing Heart Method for two hours, and today's practice will be over."

"I won't bother you as a teacher."

His long and strong fingers gently lifted up a few strands of hair on his temples like dark black silk, and smiled in his heart one after another: Master mistook him for the bright moon in his heart again?

He cupped his hands in thanks: "I would like to listen to Master's instructions."

Daoist Juechen paused in mid-air with his hand, retracted it after a while, and gave a few gentle instructions that practice needs to be done step by step, don't be impatient, and take a good rest after meditating, etc., and then left the bamboo courtyard.

Finally, there was only one person left in the house.

He let out a breath, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, leaving only the calmness in his clear eyebrows.

Shizun is the banished immortal he respects so much, and Xue Songyu is the only friend who is kind and friendly to him when he is ridiculed coldly.

Even if one of the two regards him as a substitute for the beloved in their hearts, and the other transfers the family affection for his missing brother to him, he still feels that it doesn't matter, and he just wants to repay the kindness and love of the two.

As for the others, he didn't want to deal with them with a forced face and a smile.

It's a pity that the world and people have to deal with it.The weak are like duckweed, unable to escape the wind and rain of the world.

His luck has been excellent.If it wasn't for his master, he could only live like Yu Xing and the others, doing his best to live and die silently and humblely.

How can I get the attention of the powerful people, rushing to accept him as a disciple.

Jing Diao smiled self-deprecatingly and coldly, and sat on the long couch one after another, collected his thoughts, and started today's practice.

Even if walking is difficult, it is the only hypocritical thought that can hold fate in one's own hands.

***

A night of cold rain covered the ground.Clouds and mist are locked, and Hualin, where thousands of trees hold the sky, is still soaked in damp cold smoke and cold dew.

The unstained white figure is hidden in the dark and quiet tree shadows, just like a majestic painting scroll of light ink and freehand brushwork.

One after another, I glanced at the tick marks on the timepiece, and the tiny drops of water were about to fill up nine o'clock.

Today is the day when Qin Shi sent someone to serve tea to Master.

Daoist Juechen respects gold and jade, and Qin Shi will only worship him with the best tea in the Yantian Realm.

Junshan Silver Leaf, which Master loves to drink, can only be bought at the tea-producing Beiliang Kingdom auction every three months.You have to compete with monks from the summer world.

Even the Nascent Soul Venerable, who is as rich and powerful as Qin Shi, can't buy it every time.

The cleanest morning dew of the day must be used to make tea. After the dew is boiled, cook for another 3 minutes.

The whole process is not bad every minute and second, and it is extremely particular.

After the tea is cooked, it needs to be served in front of the master half a quarter of an hour later when the water is neither hot nor cold.

——It is a state of luxury and elegance that ordinary people of ordinary background cannot look up to.

Fortunately, the time was right, so it was extremely convenient for him to intercept the tea halfway.

You just need to lie in ambush in the woods on both sides of the mountain road before nine o'clock in the morning on the fifteenth of every three months, and watch the time for a sneak attack.

The disciples wearing the Taoist robes of the inner sect gradually came into sight one after another.

Qingyan frowned slightly, why is it Xia Zhi again?

In the best case, it's easy to make excuses by changing people every time.

But he had already bumped into Xia Zhi twice, and he hit Xia Zhi for the third time, and Xia Zhi could tell anyway—he was deliberately preventing his senior brother from delivering the tea to the master.

Last time, because of this cup of tea, Qin Shi stabbed him with a sword, and put his own sword on his neck.

Because of this, Qin Shi developed a murderous intent, which turned from hatred to murderous intent.

Some time ago, he persuaded Qin Shi cryptically that they were a family of four, and they were peaceful and peaceful like this, and they lived in peace without fighting or grabbing.

Qin Shi resolutely refused.

The Daoists have a firm heart, no matter what means they use, they will not let go of what they want.

Forget it, anyway, it wasn't a day or two since he and Qin Shi played tricks on each other and hid their swords in their smiles.

Everyone is tacit, and the surface is harmonious, and sooner or later, they will tear their faces and dry up.

Xia Zhi was also present at the fight between him and Qin Shi last time.Just think that he has resentment in his heart today, deliberately revenge.

As long as the master still favors him, Qin Shi can't do anything to him, let alone Xia Zhi.

Xia Zhi walked through the woods, and quietly emerged from the shadows one after another.

Even though Xia Zhi is treading on thin ice carefully, he still can't escape the series of deliberate calculations.

The white jade teacup fell from the tray and landed on the petal-covered road, making only a soft, muffled sound.

Xia Zhi opened his mouth halfway, staring blankly at the broken flowers being wetted by the tea.After two breaths, he turned his gaze to one after another.

The charming eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, and a ray of light flashes from the corner of the slightly drooping eyes. The shadows cast by thousands of flowers on the face cast a cold frost on the bright smile.

She continued to smile falsely but perfectly, waiting for Xia Zhi to ask him to reason.

The evil words that were waiting did not come.

Xia Zhi opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it again, opened and closed several times, finally heaved a weak sigh and said nothing.

It seems that he knew that he did it on purpose, and everything he said was useless.

There was a slight apology from the corner of his mouth, and he bowed down one after another, trying to pick up the teacup.

Xia Zhi took a step ahead of him, and while picking up the teacups, he was weak and dragged his long ending: "Forget it. I, come, let's go."

After picking up the teacup, he tilted his head and stared at it for a while.

Weird eyes, looking inexplicably one after another.

Because he made trouble on purpose repeatedly, making Brother Xia tired and speechless?

"Senior Brother Xia," he stuck out his tongue with a slight shame on his face, intending to apologize one more time, but the other party turned around and left without saying a word.

A few slightly wet fallen flowers fluttered and fell on the white clothes, and a dazed figure stood alone on the mountain road full of youthful flowers.

Just leave?Even if he knew he was doing it on purpose, shouldn't he vent his anger by scolding him?

Or did Xia Zhi feel depressed when he encountered something else today?

It can be seen that the face is not the same.The kind of subtle and weird eyes that seemed to see something from his face clearly made him confused.

After thinking for a long time, I still can't figure it out.

Filled with inexplicability, they walked away from the mountain road one after another.

In any case, he once again successfully stopped Qin Shi's trick.

……

Qin Shi put his arms around his shoulders and paced back and forth in the spacious room, trying his best to suppress the impatience in his heart.

I was also afraid that my wish would come to nothing, so I didn't dare to express my expectation too clearly.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and Qin Shi's heart was shocked, and an uncontrollable ecstasy burst out of his handsome eyes.

With a flick of the slender fingers, an invisible aura opened the door.

Xia Zhigang outside the door was about to knock on the door, but the door opened automatically. He was stunned for a moment, then stepped over the threshold and entered the room.

"How?" Qin Shi asked in a deep voice.

Although he has tried his best to calm himself down, his slight breathing still reveals the uneasiness in his heart.

Calculated from the time when Xia Zhi came back, he had already guessed the answer.

But there is still unavoidable worry, worried about the result that will make him feel cold and disappointed.

"Sure enough, as the senior brother expected." Xia Zhi clapped his hands together, complimenting him with reverence: "Junior brother Lu overturned the tea again."

The incessant sulking breath was finally let out, and the corners of Qin Shi's mouth raised uncontrollably.

Seeing the gentle smile between his brows and eyes, Xia Zhi asked curiously, "Junior Brother Lu, what does this mean?"

Why didn't the elder brother laugh instead of anger?

Qin Shi smiled with a bit of satisfaction in his fulfillment, and instead of answering, asked, "What do you think?"

Aren't you competing for favor with the big brother?

Xia Zhi felt so long ago.

Junior brother Lu didn't want Taoist to drink the tea that senior brother respected, so he repeatedly made trouble on purpose.

Everyone can see how much Daojun loves Junior Brother Lu.

But he still has to compete with his elder brother for such a trivial matter, so it can be seen that he is a beautiful and poisonous femme fatale.

Xia Zhi had been arguing for the big brother before.

But in the past one or two months, the relationship between the two brothers and sisters has suddenly eased a lot, talking and laughing together, harmonious and harmonious.

He originally thought that Junior Brother Lu would no longer intentionally obstruct Senior Brother from serving tea to Taoist Lord.

The elder brother said that they might come one after another.

Unexpectedly, it was really hit by the elder brother.

Xia Zhi propped his chin, pondered for a long time, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, as if enlightened.

"Junior Brother Lu doesn't want Senior Brother to serve tea to Daojun! He deliberately attracted Senior Brother's attention!"

The joy in Qin Shi's eyebrows and eyes was even greater: "You think so too?"

Xia Zhi just flattered him with all his heart: "Senior brother has profound morals, both ability and political integrity, and extraordinary appearance. There are very few juniors and sisters in Lingyuan Peak who don't like senior brother."

"If it is said that junior brother Lu also has a crush on senior brother, I think it is reasonable and not surprising."

Qin Shi chuckled a few times, and the corners of his mouth were almost raised to the limit: "The tea that I told people to keep warm can be taken out. You send someone to bring it to the younger brother..."

"No, I'll send it to him myself."

Xia Zhi responded with "Okay", turned around and prepared to go out, took a step and then turned around and asked, "Where is Daojun..."

"Junshan Silver Leaf will no longer need to be prepared."

If the younger brother doesn't like him serving tea to the master, he won't give it anymore.

With Master's love for his younger brother, maybe he has to compete with Master.

As long as it is him, not the master, who cares one after another, he will never give in.

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