That was the Demon System!
It really angered this old man to death!
Even with immortal arts protecting his body, he had old injuries and poison first, and then he was sucked into the Nightmare's dream because of him. Without a good rest, he still couldn't bear it, and his appearance was naturally a bit haggard. Luo Binghe didn't dare to delay Shen Qingqiu's rest any longer, and reluctantly excused himself. He still didn't return to the woodshed, and this time took a detour to get to the kitchen.
Luo Binghe's front foot had just stepped out of the door when a system notification came.
Time flew like an arrow, the sun and moon shuttled.
Before he finished, the Nightmare couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Fine fine fine! This old man doesn't want this master-disciple relationship, okay?! "
Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was an author who hadn't even finished researching the cultivation settings, and often didn't even know if a character was Foundation Establishment or Nascent Soul, but he was rarely ridiculed on this point. That was because this wasn't what his novels sold.
Before, the results of 《Proud Immortal Demon Way》 had always been tepid, but once the Immortal Alliance Conference came out, the book reviews, subscriptions, and rewards all immediately soared!
What was the difference between him and a concubine who had entered the door and endured hardships and devoted herself to him, but still couldn't get the status!
Forget it, the drowsiness was rising, and there was a point to pay attention to him. In any case, it couldn't be because he hugged this old man for a bit, hahahahaha …
Was there anyone else who had lost out more than him? Rushing to teach others his own clan's spells, but not even hearing them call him master.
This night, perhaps because he was thinking too much, the Nightmare didn't appear in his dreams.
Whether it was the disciples' resting bamboo house or the woodshed, they all went out and turned left, but Luo Binghe directly turned right.
The reason was not only that from here on, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky abandoned what little integrity he had left in the first place, sending the iron-forged male protagonist and flowing girls to him. Large paragraphs of erotic descriptions and all kinds of blushing and heart-pounding edge balls emerged one after another. There was another important reason, and it was also the main reason that attracted Shen Qingqiu to chase after him.
The Immortal Alliance Conference was held once every four years, and was the best opportunity to select new talents and make a name for oneself. Every year, the format was different due to the discussions of the various sect leaders, but there would always be a golden list.
Luo Binghe seemed to be extremely happy, hugging his neck and refusing to let go, constantly calling in his ear, "Shizun! Master! "
Rather than calling 《Proud Immortal Demon Way》 a "cultivation" novel, it would be better to directly call it a "monster fighting" novel. The element of "beating" completely crushed the element of "cultivation". As a cultivation language, it was an out-and-out thunder language, but as a monster encyclopedia, it was quite interesting.
Ming Fan and the others were so angry that they wanted to peep and bite the corner of the robe. Especially when they saw Shen Qingqiu sitting at the table and lovingly praising Luo Binghe's craftsmanship and intentions. The two of them looked at each other and laughed happily. The resentment level had reached its peak.
It didn't matter if one was born in a prestigious family or had fallen to the Jianghu, as long as one performed outstandingly in the competition, one would be able to pass the golden examinations and become famous throughout the world.
Luo Binghe knew that he was worried that he wouldn't be able to rest well, so he agreed with a smile. However, he was prepared to sneak into the kitchen to mull over it later.
Especially when he remembered that Shen Qingqiu was sleeping in the master room just a wall away from him.
Therefore, when Shen Qingqiu received the gilded invitation, he was stunned for a while.
Which youngster didn't have a dream of meteoric success? He said it heroically, but Luo Binghe was unmoved. He only cupped his hands in salute and said, "Junior still has a request."
This mass of black fog gathered and dispersed in front of Luo Binghe's eyes, constantly changing. That hoarse voice came from it, "Boy, have you thought about it for the past three days?"
Shen Qingqiu originally wanted to ask him if he was still sleeping in the woodshed, but after thinking about it, youngsters always had a bit of pride. If he asked directly, it wouldn't look good. Moreover, even if he let Luo Binghe sleep in the disciples' rooms, the others would only push him aside under Ming Fan's incitement, snatch his blanket, hide his shoes and so on. It felt quite pitiful.
Shen Qingqiu was baffled.
He really wanted to eat the breakfast Luo Binghe made, but letting a child stay up in the middle of the night to cook for him sounded like Cinderella and his stepmother … no matter how he thought about it, it was inhumane.
"What else is there? Say it all at once! Quickly say it and you can acknowledge me as your master. "The Dream Demon was still urging him, but he didn't know that he was thinking too beautifully …
This time, the Dream Demon didn't make any mysterious enchantments. He simply didn't plan on hiding, but directly appeared in Luo Binghe's dream … although it was in the form of a mass of black fog.
Until the Immortal Alliance Conference finally arrived.
Why did it add another 50? System delay? Or did the system find its conscience and feel that it added too little to me before?
Every day on Qing Jing Peak, he played the zither, read books, wrote, drew, practiced martial arts, occasionally nitpicked whether Luo Binghe's cooking was delicious, occasionally dropped by to bicker with Qiu Qingge, and from time to time went to Yue Qingyuan to report on work. The days passed by quickly, perfectly achieving his goal of "eating and waiting for death, enjoying the rest of his life".
Too shameless! To actually use this kind of strange, obscene, crafty and unorthodox method to win Shizun's favor!
Although it was said to be "moving", in fact, Luo Binghe only went by himself. Because he originally didn't have anything left in the woodshed.
In the end, conscience triumphed over the desire for good food. He coughed a bit: "Nonsense. What are you cooking in the middle of the night. Go back to sleep. "
Luo Binghe: "This disciple wants to go to the kitchen and first prepare Shizun's breakfast for tomorrow."
If he lived closer, it would be more convenient to make breakfast for him in the future, clean the room, and so on … … Shen Qingqiu's ability to adjust his mentality had always been off the charts. Just now, he couldn't even look at Luo Binghe's face directly, and now he dared to secretly scheme to have the main character bring him tea, water, wash his clothes, and fold his blankets. His imagination was running wild, and he didn't notice the other's reaction. Suddenly, Luo Binghe pounced like a tiger, firmly hugging him.
With a tender, young, and handsome face, no matter what he did, he was cute!
The Immortal Alliance Conference was the first big climax of 《Proud Immortal Demon Way》. At the same time, it was also a turning point in this book.
And when it was evening, when Luo Binghe moved to the side room of Shen Qingqiu's bamboo hut, a bolt from the blue struck the Qing Jing Peak disciples who had previously bullied Luo Binghe into a field of corpses.
More importantly, very soon, it was time for him to personally expose Luo Binghe's identity as a descendant of the demon race, and cruelly slap him into the endless abyss.
The Dream Demon laughed mischievously: "You've chosen a path that you absolutely won't regret. Brat, properly remember this day. Today is the beginning of your meteoric rise! "
Luo Binghe: "What this junior wants to say is precisely this matter. Shizun's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. I really can't act without his permission and arbitrarily make someone else my master … … "
Shen Qingqiu: "Tomorrow, pack up your things and come over to my place."
Shen Qingqiu had always felt that Luo Binghe's life was a little too bitter, the whole story of child abuse. In any case, Cang Qiong Mountain was also a large cultivation sect. It couldn't be that people's hearts were dark to this extent, or that they lacked resources to this extent.
Shen Qingqiu said: "There's still a side room outside the bamboo hut. From tomorrow onwards, you can move inside."
He immediately turned back: "Does Shizun have any other instructions?"
Luo Binghe smiled and said: "Then many thanks, Senior."
This Luo Binghe was so well-behaved and obedient in front of his Shizun, like a little white flower. Why was it that in front of other people, he was so difficult to deal with! He was a completely different person, a completely different person!
Shen Qingqiu was caught off guard and first jumped in fright. Then, his old face turned red.
Shen Qingqiu was in a difficult position.
The next day, before Shen Qingqiu could wake up naturally, he was woken up by the fragrance of fish and rice. Outside the bamboo hut, Luo Binghe had already carefully prepared a meal. The fragrance wafted through the air, causing countless Qing Jing Peak disciples who were used to eating meager meals to hide and spy on them.
Shen Qingqiu didn't know where to put his hand. After struggling for a while, he still put it on Luo Binghe's head and stroked his hair: "Alright. You've already called me, you've already hugged me, you've already made a ruckus, you're not ashamed. You're already an adult, not a ten-year-old child, what's with this? "
Asking for a hug was something that children under ten years old would be cute doing, but the fifteen-year-old Luo Binghe doing it … … was still cute!
This day had finally come. The days passed so leisurely that Shen Qingqiu almost forgot the first big climax of the book.
He didn't want to call anyone other than Shen Qingqiu "Shizun" at all.
He was finally bear-hugged once in his life, but the result wasn't a warm and fragrant girl, but a youth with a tyrannical aura from head to toe ah ah ah — —
Originally, Luo Binghe didn't care much, but after hearing him say this, he suddenly felt embarrassed. If it weren't for a moment of joy, how would he dare to treat his normally aloof Shizun like this. He hurriedly and reluctantly peeled himself off Shen Qingqiu, his entire face red: "It's, I, disciple overstepped."
The gears of fate (jue) had already begun to slowly turn … …
Luo Binghe didn't understand what he meant for a moment: "Shizun?"
Forcing Luo Binghe to climb to the peak of his life, marrying a fair, rich, and beautiful woman, was also the first step that he would never be able to wash clean … … he actually forgot!
In other words, very soon, Shen Qingqiu would have to directly face the various shapes and forms described in the book, extremely savage demons and ghosts.
He made up his mind: for a long time to come, he must pay attention to Shizun's diet and recuperation!
Seeing him like this, if the Dream Demon still had his physical body, his nose would probably be crooked in anger.
Luo Binghe didn't bat an eyelid, sitting quietly and waiting. After a few days, the Dream Demon appeared again, sure enough.
Luo Binghe asked in reply: "How would Senior Dream Demon not know what I'm thinking?"
That night, for the first time in his life, Luo Binghe lay on a normal bed.
In the past, he'd lain in a wooden tub drifting on a glacier, slept on the cold and damp ground, slept on a noisy street, and even lain in a cave when he ate and slept in the open. He was used to it all. Now, sleeping on a soft and tidy bamboo bed, his whole body felt light as a feather and didn't feel real.
Shen Qingqiu: "The room is over there, why are you going in the opposite direction?"
【Protagonist's coolness + 50!】
… … Shen Qingqiu really didn't want to use such a common street saying, but other than this, he really couldn't find a more suitable phrase.
Luo Binghe was at a loss for a moment. At first, he was a little flustered, but he suddenly noticed that Shen Qingqiu's complexion wasn't very good.
Pillow? One bundle of straw in the woodshed could be used as a pillow. Quilt? It could be used as a cover after taking off his outer clothes … … And after these things went over, Shen Qingqiu naturally prepared them for him.
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