Black hair. Jade body. On the upright steamed bun, two red cherries jumped up and down. A certain someone swallowed his saliva and murmured: "Protruding front and back, long legs, beautiful bubbling!" A thread of sparkling and translucent liquid came out from the corner of his mouth. His nasal cavity was hot and two streams of liquid flowed out. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. It was a little salty. He raised his hand and wiped it. The back of his hand was bright red.
"F * ck! I have a nosebleed! "Yue Qianchou screamed. "Who … …" A scream came from the side of the pool. Qu Ping 'er, who was just about to go into the water, heard someone speak. She was scared out of her wits. She hurriedly hugged her clothes and hid behind the stone tablet.
"How embarrassing, I've been discovered. F * ck, why would I have a nosebleed at this time. Hurry up and run! "Yue Qianchou smiled bitterly in his heart. Without saying anything else, he turned around and ran up the mountain. Unfortunately, before he could run far, a white shadow flitted over his head. Qu Ping 'er with a red face blocked his way.
"Clang!" A shining long sword was unsheathed and placed on Yue Qianchou's neck. Qu Ping 'er's eyes were burning with anger. With one look, she could tell that this person did not have any cultivation. He was completely an ordinary person. However, he was wearing Aung Kwang-tsung's clothes. Her voice trembled a little as she shouted: "Who are you?"
"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. Aung Kwang-tsung's ninth generation disciple, Yue Qianchou. We're on the same side, we're on the same side. "This girl was burning with anger. Yue Qianchou was afraid that she would act impulsively and hurriedly explained.
The angry and ashamed Qu Ping 'er was slightly stunned. The name of the trash Yue Qianchou in Aung Kwang-tsung was known by everyone. Naturally, she had heard of him. She did not expect that it was this person. It was impossible for an ordinary person to go up Mount Qing Guang. Seeing that he did not have any cultivation, she thought for a bit and knew that what he said was true.
Looking at the shameless smile of the man in front of her, especially the blood on his face. Qu Ping'er really wanted to stab him with her sword. He actually dared to peep at her while she was bathing. He was simply shameless. However, in terms of seniority, this person was his Martial Uncle. Although he hated him, he did not dare to make a move. Trash was trash. Their seniority was right there. As long as the other party didn't mind, it didn't matter. However, since she dared to lay a hand on her Martial Uncle, Aung Kwang-tsung's sect rules were not to be trifled with. It was not something that she, Qu Ping'er, could bear.
Qu Ping 'er was so angry that her whole body was trembling when she thought about how she was seen naked by this pervert, but she couldn't do anything about it. Of course, if she were to complain to the Sect, Yue Qianchou would definitely have to bear the consequences. But would she do such a thing? In this era of strict etiquette, if this matter were to be publicized, it would be tantamount to ruining her innocence. She was afraid that her sweetheart would never look at her again. Qu Ping'er gritted her teeth and said, "What did you see?"
"Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil!" With the sword on her neck, this girl's hands were trembling badly. Yue Qianchou was really afraid of her. He first comforted her, then replied, "I really didn't see you take off your clothes … Ugh!" He really wanted to slap himself. Pig! Since you didn't see it, how do you know that I took off my clothes? Aren't you looking for excitement? As expected …
"What did you say?" Qu Ping'er roared hysterically. Pain came from his neck. Yue Qianchou felt the sword had already cut into his skin. He hurriedly said, "I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything!"
Silence. The two of them maintained this posture and stood there motionlessly. Wrong, Yue Qianchou did not dare to move. He looked at Qu Ping'er pitifully, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, praying for mercy.
After a long time, Qu Ping'er's face turned cold. Words jumped out from her pink lips one by one, "Despicable, shameless, vulgar, scum, scum, hooligan, beast!" After that, she kicked Yue Qianchou's chest. "F * ck!" The latter screamed in pain and rolled down the mountain.
"Dying under a peony flower, becoming a ghost is also a romantic. Which bastard said that? Damn it! If you have the guts, try it. "Yue Qianchou, who was lying in a pile of thorns, groaned in pain. After spending a long time, he finally got up. When he looked up, the tigress had already left. His body was hurting everywhere. The thorns were pulled out one by one. He walked back unsteadily.
"Who did it?" Hao Sansi asked in a deep voice. His face was frighteningly pale. Usually, everyone looked down on his disciple. He also knew that it was normal to be mocked. His disciple was indeed too much. But daring to lay a hand on his disciple, hehe! Did he really think that he, Elder Aung Kwang-tsung, was a clay figurine!
"I accidentally rolled down the mountain. It's not anyone else's fault." Yue Qianchou grimaced in pain.
"Hehe! A footprint on your chest, a sword wound on your neck. You can even fall like this? " Hao Sansi sneered. He grabbed his disciple's hand and dragged him out. "Follow me to the Green Light Hall. We're going to reason with Sect Leader Shixiong."
"Wait!" Yue Qianchou shouted. How would he dare to go to the Green Light Hall? He would be chased down the mountain. Thinking that his master was not an old-fashioned person, he smiled bitterly and told him what happened. Actually, he did not want to say it! It wasn't something to be proud of. He had to say it! The old man's face was so black that it could bite someone to death. Of course, he emphasized that he did not intentionally see a beauty undressing.
"Uh …" Hao Sansi, who was grabbing his disciple's hand, was stunned. His facial muscles twitched and he suddenly lost his anger. After a long time, he said, "You deserve it!"
"Master! Let's not talk about whether I deserve it or not. Help me remove the thorns on my back first! "
…
After a night, Yue Qianchou suddenly found that his body that was riddled with holes had recovered. There was not even a scar. His swollen face had recovered to its original state. He could not help but praise Aung Kwang-tsung for being a blessed land. Not only was it rich in spiritual energy, but it also healed so quickly. He did not come all the way here in vain. Feeling refreshed, he walked around the courtyard a few times, stretching his muscles and bones. But the way his master looked at him seemed a little strange!
As the saying goes, once a scar is healed, forget the pain. It was referring to people like Yue Qianchou. These few days, he always felt that the scenery of the forbidden pool was not bad. When he had nothing to do, he would go there and take a walk. He comforted himself that he was going to see the white fox.
The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was nearing dusk. Looking at the sunset, Yue Qianchou returned from the back of the mountain in disappointment. Along the way, he was mentally prepared for the endless sarcastic gazes and words. To paraphrase a saying from his previous life, "As long as you come out to mingle, there is no way you won't be stabbed." It was changed to "As long as you come out to walk, there is no place without sarcasm." He was already used to it.
He walked back indifferently and passed by a pair of female disciples. When he heard what they said, Yue Qianchou was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. No, to be exact, it should be a song.
If he did not hear wrongly, the two of them were singing, "I am a fox that has waited for a thousand years. A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of loneliness." Even the tone seemed to be the same. Is there something wrong with my ears? How is this possible? Yue Qianchou dug his ears. He must have heard wrongly.
"When I loved you, you were penniless and studying hard. When I left you, you were in the bridal chamber of the Golden Roll." Someone was singing behind him, and the voice was very loud, especially the words "bridal chamber of the Golden Roll". It sounded like two men were singing together. Although it was out of tune, Yue Qianchou was sure that it was the song he taught the white fox. Turning around, he saw two familiar faces walking towards him.
One of them laughed, "Yo! Martial Granduncle is here! You haven't heard the song we are singing, right? This is a song composed by Martial Uncle Qu Ping'er. It is very popular in Aung Kwang-tsung. "
The other person laughed, "You are talking nonsense. Martial Granduncle doesn't have any friends here. Where can he go to listen to this song?" The two of them laughed and left, continuing to sing the song that was out of tune.
"A song composed by Martial Uncle Qu Ping'er! Who is Qu Ping'er? Damn it! I was the one who brought it here. How dare you infringe my copyright. Damn it! " Yue Qianchou cursed in his heart and shook his head with a bitter smile. He guessed that someone had entered the grotto and heard the white fox's song.
Along the way, he heard many people singing the same song. Yue Qianchou was a little numb. When he returned to the courtyard, he saw his master cooking the barbecue. He was a little embarrassed. He had not done any proper work recently and had not been filial to his master for a long time. He actually forced his lazy master to do it himself. He walked in front of his master and picked up the wine pot on the table. He laughed, "Master, you are resting. Let me do it!"
"I am a fox that has been cultivating for a thousand years. A thousand years of cultivation is a thousand years of loneliness …" Hao Sansi nodded and let his disciple do it. Yue Qianchou, who was drinking, was a little surprised. His master seemed to be singing. When he heard what he was singing, he couldn't hold the wine in his mouth and immediately spat it at his master's face.
The two of them looked at each other, dumbfounded!
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