Qi Qingqi said mockingly, "Anyone with a brain should be able to see that this thing is clearly unwilling to die, and still wants to drag someone down with it. This is simply a false accusation. The little devils are all like this, and there are actually people who take the bait. If word of this gets out, it will really make people laugh to death!"
Shen Qingqiu's heart sank.
Mu Qingfang returned from distributing the pills and was also shocked. "Shixiong, no matter how noisy it was over there, you shouldn't have become like this in one night. Did you take the pills I left in your room? "
Someone immediately echoed, "That's right! You should give an explanation. "
Yue Qingyuan said, "Shidi, what do you think?"
Shen Qingqiu was drunk. What made him even more drunk was that the Huan Hua Palace Master said, "Shouldn't Master Shen give an explanation for what this thing said?"
And it wasn't just one person!
… Who the hell are you!!!
Once the city gates opened, cultivators from various sects who had been watching from a few miles away poured into the city and gathered in an open square. Mu Qingfang was also there to distribute the pills. Jinlan City, which had been lifeless a few days ago, was now brimming with joy. A total of seven living sowers were captured and all were isolated in Zhao Hua Temple's enchantment.
Yang Yixuan shouted, "Those red monsters have all been captured and the city gates are open! Jinlan City has finally made it! "Thinking of his father's death, his eyes filled with tears again. Shen Qingqiu's whole body was uncomfortable and his head was splitting, but he still wanted to comfort him. He thought, So fast, they caught them all in one night?
This kind of divine development, this kind of simple and crude accusation!
Suddenly, a Huan Hua Palace disciple stood up, his face slightly pockmarked. It was the disciple who had ridiculed Shen Qingqiu that day in the abandoned building. He bowed and said, "Palace Master, this disciple just discovered something, but I don't know if I should say it."
He was so excited that he couldn't control himself. "This little city was saved by the immortal masters. I can't repay this kindness. If there is anything you need me to do in the future, I will definitely die ten thousand times!"
Shen Qingqiu said, "What?"
His voice was quickly drowned out by the angry shouts of the surviving Jinlan City citizens.
Shen Qingqiu muttered, "Qingqiu has seen relevant records in ancient books. The sowers are afraid of high temperatures. It seems that only the method of burning them with fire can remove the corrosive contagion from their bodies. "
That disciple probably didn't expect that an elder would come to argue with him. His face alternated between red and white, and even the pockmarks on his face seemed to change color. But he didn't dare to argue back, and could only stare fiercely at Shen Qingqiu. "Yesterday, this disciple and a few other apprentice brothers and sisters noticed that there were a few red spots on Elder Shen's arm. We saw it very clearly, but today, the red spots have completely disappeared!"
His words and actions were sincere and appropriate. His reputation wasn't damaged, and the other sects who heard it felt a little better. The City Lord praised him again, "Last night, I saw with my own eyes how this young master subdued those harmful things with his strength. As expected of a young hero, a famous teacher produces a brilliant disciple! Palace Master, you have a successor now. "
"Cang Qiong Mountain sect's Senior Mu personally said that the pills distributed in the city just now were made in a hurry. They need twenty four hours to take effect, and there's a chance that they won't take effect at all. Senior Brother Luo ate the antidote in front of us, and the red spots on his hands haven't disappeared yet. Why was Senior Shen the only one who recovered so quickly? Even the red spots had faded to the point where they could no longer be seen? In any case, this disciple thinks that this is very suspicious! "
Shen Qingqiu sighed in his heart. He knew that Luo Binghe most likely wouldn't be so kind as to help him pull out the rotten seeds.
To be able to steal a kill from under the Master of Bai Zhan Peak, and what was even worse was that he won. This was really something that destroyed the worldview of Bai Zhan Peak's descendants. It was simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation!
Shen Qingqiu's old face was about to turn red. Senior brother, don't be like this. Are you serious? If I let you go against your conscience and say such things in order to protect me, I really feel bad! Whether it's the original or the stock, it's estimated that you can't even touch the edge of "noble and unsullied character". Oh, that's not right. The original goods can at least touch the second word.
Shen Qingqiu said expressionlessly, "If you have something to say, then say it. Since you've already opened your mouth, why are you still saying 'I don't know if I should say it or not'? That's too hypocritical. "Wasn't this just slapping his own face?
Those seven trapped sowers screamed 'jie jie', making people's hearts fidgety. Someone said, "These filthy things, how should we deal with them?"
Could it be that the stain wasn't enough, so slander to make up for it?
That skinny sower fiercely pounced over, banging against the edge of the boundary. His scarlet face became even more malevolent as he bawled. He shouted, "Immortal Master Shen, please don't let them burn me to death. I beg you, Immortal Master Shen, I beg you to save me! "
Shen Qingqiu saw that Qiu Qingge was deep in thought. He walked over and patted him. "What happened last night?"
"They looked so pitiful" – no matter how pitiful, could they be more pitiful than those who mysteriously contracted the plague and died of festering bodies?
At this time, something far beyond his expectations happened.
The corner of Shen Qingqiu's mouth twitched. This was really a standard plot. After killing the monsters, it was time to collect the little brothers and collect the rewards. And at this time, it was always the protagonist who stole the limelight, and the others who helped out became the background. He didn't say it himself, but in any case, two of them were caught by Qiu Qingge. Mu Qingfang had just been handing out medicine.
Qiu Qingge glanced at him and asked, "What's the matter with your disciple?"
Luo Binghe was standing next to the Old Palace Master.
The early morning sun shone on him, making him feel refreshed and in high spirits. Shen Qingqiu compared him to himself and suddenly felt depressed. Even Yue Qingyuan came closer, looked at him for a while, and said worriedly, "Your complexion is too bad. I really shouldn't have let you come. "
In an instant, Shen Qingqiu felt as if a string in his brain had snapped.
The Old Palace Master said indifferently, "Then why not frame others, but only Immortal Master Shen? This is worth thinking about."
Shen Qingqiu was covered in cold sweat, half asleep and half awake. It was only at dawn that he fell into a deep sleep. He hadn't slept for long when he was woken up by earth-shaking cheers. He stumbled out of bed. Because he had laid down with his clothes on at night, he didn't need to wear them. Just as he was about to open the door, it suddenly sprang open and a bouncing youth burst in.
In the original work, Shen Qingqiu's unforgivable hatred was that he had killed his fellow disciples and personally killed Qiu Qingge. But now Qiu Qingge was standing next to him. If someone wanted to beat him up, maybe Qiu Qingge would help. The accusation was completely unfounded!
Inside the enchantment, the seven sowers mostly bared their teeth and laughed cruelly, not showing any signs of weakness. Shen Qingqiu felt that they probably still thought of themselves as heroes who had created a bountiful harvest for their race. Only the skinniest sower hugged his head and cried bitterly.
Shen Qingqiu laughed dryly, "It's just that last night Mu-shidi's patients were wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves and I couldn't sleep well."
Shen Qingqiu was convinced by his logic. In this way, the innocence of anyone who was accused unilaterally was "worth thinking about". The cost of framing people was also low.
The Twelve Peaks were united against outsiders. As soon as these words came out, many of the Cang Qiong Mountain sect cultivators showed displeasure. Yue Qingyuan's face was even colder.
In the days of the plague, countless innocent lives had been lost in the city. Their bodies had festered and were too horrible to look at. A bustling commercial city had turned into such a ghastly state. At this time, expressing sympathy for the sowers and promoting humanitarianism was tantamount to becoming the enemy of all of Jinlan City. The cultivators quickly discovered that they were surrounded by an avalanche of "Burn them!" and "Burn whoever opposes!"
Yang Yixuan said excitedly, "The city gates are open! The city gates are open! "
It seemed that today, he had to be dragged into the water.
Shen Qingqiu asked, "What did he do?"
It was easy to understand. Disinfection must be done at high temperature. A cultivator said in shock, "This … how can this be done? Isn't this method as barbaric and cruel as the demons?"
Casually throwing himself at me and calling me Master Shen, I really don't know you!!!
The Old Palace Master said, "Is that so? That's not quite the same as what I've heard. "
The Old Palace Master looked at Luo Binghe with approval and affection. Others might not understand, but Shen Qingqiu understood very well. This was the gaze of a future successor + proud son-in-law.
Luo Binghe didn't say a word, staring intently at them. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Shen Qingqiu always felt that his dark, star-like eyes were full of smiles.
Qiu Qingge said slowly, "Last night, he caught five, and I caught two." He looked at Shen Qingqiu. "What happened in the past few years when Luo Binghe disappeared?"
Luo Binghe's response was also very standard. He said modestly, "City Lord, please rise. Jinlan City was able to survive this disaster thanks to the concerted efforts of all the sects. It would be difficult for one person to reach the heavens. "
In Shen Qingqiu's view, this girl's response was really perfunctory. It should be considered a failure. According to the original novel, shouldn't he take the opportunity to express his sympathy with gentle words? How come Luo Binghe's leveling speed increased, but the girl's methods decreased?
Moreover, could this data be stamped? In terms of strength, the current situation was: Luo Binghe: Qiu Qingge = 5: 2 …
The sower continued to howl dryly, "We only listened to your orders. We never said we would be burned!"
Luo Binghe smiled at her but didn't respond.
Shen Qingqiu hurriedly said, "I ate, I ate." Don't ever ask me if I ate any more medicine today!
Seeing this, some people's hearts began to overflow with sympathy. Qin Wanyue bit her lip and moved closer to Luo Binghe. "Brother Luo, that weak sower looks so pitiful."
Based on Luo Binghe's character after his blackening … it wasn't like he couldn't do it.
But there were people who believed in such a low-level method!
Suddenly, the nearby disciples all quieted down and consciously opened up a path, making space. Not far away, the leaders of the sects slowly walked over. Yue Qingyuan and the Huan Hua Palace Master walked side by side. Tian Yi Monastery and Zhao Hua Temple followed closely behind.
Suddenly, there was a clamor. Shen Qingqiu looked over and suddenly wanted to facepalm and turn around. He saw a middle-aged man in mourning clothes, leading a large group of men and women who insisted on kneeling in front of Luo Binghe. It was the City Lord of Jinlan City.
Unfortunately, he had a face that, no matter from which angle or expression, seemed to be as gentle as jade, free and unrestrained. Qin Wanyue's mind swayed for a moment, and the words she had just said were thrown to the back of her mind. Very satisfied, she continued to watch.
When Luo Binghe heard the words "a great teacher produces a great disciple," his smile deepened. Intentionally or unintentionally, his gaze swept over and lightly touched Shen Qingqiu's face. Shen Qingqiu opened his fan to avoid it.
For example, in the original work, after Luo Binghe was able to freely control his own blood, the scope of its use was wide, including poisons, human parasitic blood parasites, tracking devices, physical brainwashing tools, sex toys … and so on.
Shen Qingqiu didn't know how he returned to the Golden Weapon Shop. He went upstairs and entered his room. Still confused, he fell head first onto the bed. He only felt his brain juice, stomach juice, and blood flow overturning the seas, as if something was crawling along them. He tossed and turned the whole night.
In the entire square, thousands of eyes suddenly focused on Shen Qingqiu.
After the ancient demon's blood left the body, it could still be controlled by the inheritor of the bloodline. If it was drunk by someone else, the result would not only be death, but even worse. There were many possibilities.
Yue Qingyuan slowly said, "My shidi oversees Qing Jing Peak. As the Peak Lord, he has always been a role model in the sect. His character is noble and unsullied. There is no one in the sect who doesn't know about him. All of you are gullible enough to believe nonsense, aren't you a little too easily provoked by others? "
… WTF!!!
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