Yue Qingyuan: "How did you know?"
System Notification: [Memory fragmented, data loss: 5%; data loss: 7%; data loss: 9% …]
This was probably Shen Jiu's first time killing someone, and also his first time using his own spiritual power to kill someone.
He must have done something wrong because he didn't know the rules and offended the Peak Master. That's why he had to teach him a lesson. As a disciple, it was only right for him to kneel to his master.
This was the scene where Luo Binghe entered Cang Qiong Mountain sect as a disciple.
Qiu Haitang was innocent. The depth of love, the depth of hatred. In the entire incident, she did not do anything wrong, but hatred had forcefully ground an innocent girl into a scheming, bitter, and vengeful woman. His death in the Holy Mausoleum was even more unjust. The ending was not as happy as the stallion novel in the original novel.
Young Master Qiu finally raised his eyelids, shot him a glance, and abruptly kicked the back of his calf.
Shen Qingqiu blinked his eyes mechanically a few more times. His throat was a little dry, and he managed to say, "Zhangmen-shixiong."
Shen Qingqiu knew that this was the answer he had pondered over countless times on the way here.
Seeing him walk a few steps closer, Shen Jiu was scared out of his wits and shouted, "Don't come any closer!"
Shen Jiu snorted. Just as he was about to say something, Ning Yingying climbed up.
You've already spoken, and you're even calling me teacher? What's the point of guessing? Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. The person behind him suddenly grabbed him by the waist and rolled him onto the bamboo couch. The weight of the two of them caused the bamboo branches to creak. The object in front of him moved away. It was indeed Luo Binghe.
Just as Shen Qingqiu was sighing, the screen suddenly flashed like an old TV. The scene and the faces were distorted beyond recognition, and the voices were as noisy as an alien language.
The fire in the Qiu Manor burned more and more fiercely. Liang Yu collapsed. Shen Jiu's face, which was covered in soot, seemed to be washed away by the fire.
Young Master Qiu didn't even raise his eyes. "What you want to say, is it about that jianghu swindler in the city?"
Yes, that's right, the trial's task is to dig a hole!
One of them was dressed in a dark robe and had a calm demeanor. He looked down at the hundred people in the valley below him. The other person had a long sword at his waist. His fingers were slowly twirling the folding fan between his fingers. His green robe was like a green lake, rippling with the wind. He raised his head at a subtle angle and looked down, as if he didn't want to look at the ants below him.
Dream Demon Giant, can't we just fix this bug? I really want to know what this face looks like!
Only 70% complete? Aside from the 10% with incomplete information due to incomplete memories, what about the other 20%? Where did he go?
Shen Jiu seemed to have thrown caution to the wind, fiercely saying: "I am human. Why should we be grateful to a beast?! "
His hand changed to cover Shen Qingqiu's mouth. "Don't blink. Shizun's eyelashes are so long that they make my hands and heart itch. "
Shen Jiu stared blankly at the room full of corpses for a long time. Suddenly, he came to his senses and threw down his sword with a clang. He paced back and forth in the study, subconsciously wiping his hands on his clothes, completely at a loss. However, he was only at a loss for a moment before he quickly calmed down. The entire emotional change took less than a minute. This was psychological quality.
He looked around. In the open valley, hundreds of people of different ages, men and women in miscellaneous clothes were working hard … to dig holes.
Shen Qingqiu's mind flashed and he looked up. Sure enough, above the valley, there was a steep rock with two people standing on it.
According to the standard answer in Shen Qingqiu's mind, it should be a knee on his lower abdomen, kicking this unworthy disciple off the couch, then elegantly tidying up his appearance and finally replying with a cool and noble "I don't want to."
Then, one stab after another, using all his strength. Shen Jiu stabbed more and more fiercely, the expression on his face becoming more and more ferocious. He stabbed more than fifty times in a row until the corpse's face and vitals were badly mangled. Only then did he stop, gasping for breath.
The latter didn't believe he would really make a move and pointed at him: "Your temper is quite big. Are your bones itching again? "
Liu Qingge said: "If it's going to come, it will naturally come."
Who else could be so bold and love to play this kind of senseless game with him? His elbow was firmly caught and a familiar voice said in his ear: "Shizun, why don't you guess?"
Seeing these subtle movements, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but face him and kneel down.
Bai Zhan Peak had always been: come or not come, be prepared to be beaten if you come. If you don't cry and shout to Bai Zhan Peak to ask for a beating, but sit and wait for others to pick your disciple, then you have no future and are destined to have no fate with Bai Zhan Peak.
Liu Qingge didn't listen and turned to leave: "I'm going to practice my sword."
Shen Jiu's mouth twitched and he finally moved the teacup away from his chin.
Ming Fan followed Shen Jiu, who was walking out of the bamboo house with his hands behind his back. He turned back and scolded: "Kneel properly! Shizun won't let you get up. If you dare to get up, be careful that I don't hang you up and beat you. After beating you, I'll drag you to the woodshed and lock you up for three days! "
A person walked up from the side and saluted Yue Qingyuan: "Zhangmen-shixiong."
Shen Qingqiu nodded with satisfaction. Liu Juju's eyes were really good. He was pointing at Luo Binghe, who was hard at work digging a hole with his back to the three people.
Closing his eyes, his vision went dark. When he opened them again, the snow-white bed curtains and tassels at the four corners occupied his entire vision.
Shen Qingqiu subconsciously elbowed, shouting: "Who!"
Realizing that he was too excited and incoherent, he composed himself and put on a calm and serious expression. He said: "What I mean is, Tianlang-Jun is very likely at this time and place, using the Xin Mo sword to open the entrance and begin to merge the two realms."
She hugged Shen Jiu's waist and cried: "Shizun, Shizun, can Yingying have a shimei, or a shimei?"
Shen Qingqiu witnessed the whole process and was shocked.
The surviving Qiu family servants scrambled to escape from the residence. Amidst the cries, only his pale figure stood in front of the main door, the scarlet and yellow flames on his body bright and dark, crisscrossing and dancing chaotically.
Shen Qingqiu had originally thought that being able to form his core in a dozen or so years despite having entered the sect late, his body's aptitude could already be considered extraordinary. Who would have thought that the original Shen Qingqiu's instincts were even better? Such a truth, even someone as unmotivated as him couldn't help but sigh. It was not difficult to understand why the original goods was always full of resentment and indignation. After all, having had something before was more hateful than never having had it at all.
This person directly ignored Shen Jiu, who was standing to the side, resentment almost overflowing from his eyes.
Shen Qingqiu knew what he was thinking at the moment.
"I'm not waiting anymore."
After a moment of silence, Shen Jiu suddenly gritted his teeth: "… … Live, live … … I don't want to live like this!"
Shen Jiu steadied himself and tentatively crooked his finger. The ghastly blood-stained sword on the ground slowly rose up.
The original goods' previous misdeeds towards talented disciples were probably already well-known throughout the sect. At this time, he opened his mouth to ask the Sect Leader for a good seedling. Shen Qingqiu understood Yue Qingyuan's hesitation, but really … … he had to carefully consider it.
Luo Binghe had just entered the sect and was full of joy and gratitude. Suddenly, tea was poured over his head, as if a bucket of cold water mixed with ice cubes had been splashed in his face. His entire heart was cold and extinguished.
Shen Qingqiu awkwardly sat up. He suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar. The first time he woke up in this world, it was also Yue Qingyuan guarding his bedside.
So if he didn't keep up, he would lose points? Shen Qingqiu hurriedly followed behind, not daring to fall behind even a step. Shen Jiu just turned a corner and bumped into two burly servants. He waved his arm and a cold light flashed. Two oily necks were slashed, blood spurting out like a fountain.
Shen Jiu was dumbfounded. Young Master Qiu covered his lower abdomen with one hand and aggressively snatched the sword. He kicked him to the ground and shouted: "Come!"
You're the one with long eyelashes. The one with the longest eyelashes is you!
And He Qingyu's reputation had long since been more or less ruined by this rebellious disciple.
Now that Qiu Qingge's relationship with him was not bad, it was practically a miracle.
Little Luo Binghe's face flushed with surprise and he obediently knelt down to pay his respects. In a clear and crisp voice, he said: "Disciple Luo Binghe, greets Shizun!"
Talking like this to the Sect Leader, was he looking for a beating? Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
System: 【Hole filling project "Shen Jiu", 70% complete.】
He threw the sword forcefully into a sea of fire and also turned around.
From then on, no matter how much grievance he suffered, no matter how "Shen Qingqiu" treated him in order to vent his twisted emotions, Luo Binghe never shed tears as wantonly as he did today.
Qiu Qingge only glanced at him and said: "He's the most talented."
Just as he was about to finish writing on a piece of paper, Shen Jiu lowered his eyes and said: "Young Master, there's one thing … …"
Shen Qingqiu could see three words from the original goods' face.
Shen Jiu hurriedly threw himself at him to strangle his neck. In the midst of the scuffle and tearing, several servants rushed in. As soon as they saw the scene in the study, they shouted loudly. Shen Jiu was panicked and scared. He made an unknown hand sign and the sword in Young Master Qiu's hand flew out horizontally, piercing the chests of several servants.
Shen Qingqiu blurted out: "Luo Binghe?"
Fuck fuck fuck fuck, a live broadcast of a murder!
Commendable courage!
Wasn't this a matter of course? This was the fabled flag ah. Together with "returning home to get married," they were known as the two heroes of the flag. The person who vowed in all sincerity, "I'll definitely come back", "I'll be back immediately", would never be seen again!
Yue Qingyuan's front foot had just left when Shen Qingqiu's back foot rolled off the bed, looking everywhere for an outer garment. Just as he was turning around and around, he was caught off guard by a person behind him, a hand covering his eyes.
Of course, the ink table couldn't hit him, nor could it hit Young Master Qiu, but the latter was left with a small black dot. A finely embroidered robe was ruined just like that. Young Master Qiu's face immediately collapsed. He scolded: "Tang-er likes you, that's the good fortune you've cultivated for several lifetimes! If it wasn't for our family, you'd still be pretending to be a beggar on the streets, swindling people to make a living. Now you don't have to worry about food and clothing, you can still read and write, looking like a dog. Who gave you all this? "He slapped Shen Jiu's head to the ground:" You don't know how to be grateful! "
Yue Qingyuan: "Cry and scream."
Yue Qingyuan: "Liu-shidi, do you want it?"
Qiu Haitang's bright face twitched a few times. Her eyes rolled back, and she lay in a pool of blood.
Seeing Qiu Haitang, Shen Jiu calmed down a bit, the hand holding the sword dropping. He muttered to himself for a moment, then walked towards the kitchen.
Every generation of Peak Lords, after confirming a chief disciple, would change the name of the disciple according to his name to show the difference in status. There were so many "Qing X" names under the heavens, but Shen Jiu just had to be assigned the "Qiu" character. It really was the malice of the world.
The first time was already so cruel!
He closed his eyes and nodded.
Little Luo Binghe didn't hear him, still working hard to fill the hole.
He was jealous of Luo Binghe's "mother who treated him the best in the world", jealous of Luo Binghe's talent, jealous of Luo Binghe entering Cang Qiong Mountain sect at the most suitable age. Full of jealousy and injustice towards a child, he really was this kind of person.
Luo Binghe stared at his knees, his fists slowly clenching on his legs. His tears flowed more fiercely, dripping onto his lapel.
Yue Qingyuan reproached: "Liu-shidi."
Shen Jiu stood up and walked towards Luo Binghe step by step. Shen Qingqiu subconsciously blocked in front of him, but how could he block?
But for some reason, thinking of the memory of Luo Binghe kneeling alone in the bamboo house, silently tidying up the teacups on the floor, he couldn't lift his leg.
He slept for five days! Shen Qingqiu almost fell down again on the spot.
Shen Jiu killed almost everyone he saw. The more he killed, the more excited he became. The sinister smile at the corner of his mouth rose more and more. Along the way, screams rang out incessantly. He cleanly beheaded more than ten people. Shen Qingqiu noticed that he only killed men, not a single woman. The gender distinction was clear, and the tendency of his hatred was very obvious. The little servant girl and the servant woman all hid in the corner of the kitchen, not daring to come out. He also didn't go out of his way to silence them.
Although the Dream Demon had said at the beginning that there was a certain probability of a blurry face and a memory lapse, Shen Qingqiu actually bumped into this probability. He still had a strong desire to vomit blood.
This "who are we waiting for" was probably just a casual rhetorical question and urging. Shen Jiu turned his head to look at the soaring flames of the Qiu manor. His pupils also seemed to burn.
He blankly knelt in place, his eyes unblinking.
Yue Qingyuan looked at him for a long time. He closed his eyes and stood up, saying warmly, "You rest first. It's fine to leave this matter to the other disciples. "
He said, "Absolutely don't scream. If you're discovered at Qing Jing Peak, Shizun's many years of clean reputation will really be ruined. "
A treasured sword hung on the white wall. Shen Jiu bumped into it and it fell to the ground. Shen Jiu fell to sit at the foot of the wall. His hand touched the hilt of the sword, and in a moment of desperation, he pulled it out. Holding it with trembling hands, he aimed it at the bloodshot Young Master Qiu.
Shen Qingqiu futilely wiped his cheeks, coaxing, "Shizun won't hit you anymore. Don't cry. "
Shen Jiu lightly said, "Talent is good, but success is not guaranteed."
It could be seen that this girl had a constitution that easily fainted at critical moments.
For a moment, Shen Qingqiu couldn't find a reason. He could only brace himself and say, "Zhangmen-shixiong, please absolutely believe me."
Even though Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky had used many paragraphs and the author's digressions to explain that digging a pit wasn't just digging a pit, but through a seemingly simple exercise, it tested the digger's endurance, speed, perseverance, method of using spiritual power, even character, and so on, Shen Qingqiu couldn't remember a single reason. In his heart, no matter how much he tried to explain, it would just be digging a hole!
Since this person had heard Young Master Qiu's words, it meant that he had seen this tragedy from start to finish. But he had no intention of intervening, instead watching from the sidelines. It looked like this "senior" wasn't some gentle character. If Shen Jiu really had gone with him, he probably wouldn't have taken some Yangguan Avenue.
This time, the scene was the study.
A few steps in front of him crouched a small youth.
Shen Jiu held his head, not saying a word. Seeing him wilt, Young Master Qiu's strength in his hands lessened a bit. He said sincerely and earnestly, "Be obedient and play your part. What's wrong with that? You're already fifteen, you're not young anymore. You're about to start a family. You've long since missed the best time to cultivate. What can you cultivate to? If you blindly follow him, he might not even want you. "
Shen Jiu's sword gripped the back of Shen Jiu's hand, blue veins bulging. He said coldly, "That bastard isn't my brother. Besides, now that things have come to this, what other path do I have to take? You're giving me another path? "
Luo Binghe raised his palm and rubbed his eyes. He tidied up the teacup on the floor and put it to the side. Grasping the jade pendant in his chest, he straightened his kneeling posture.
Yue Qingyuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him for a while. He said, "You've been calling Luo Binghe's name."
Shen Jiu fell face-first to the ground with a thump. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but touch his uninjured calf. Could it be that these two had been getting along like this all these years … …
He said slowly, "Tell me, why did you come to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "I stayed in Tianlang-Jun's hands for a while."
Shen Jiu said, "Oh." He said, "You have a mother at home?"
After saying the word "you," he couldn't say anything else.
However, having filled in the holes to this extent, Shen Qingqiu could somewhat understand Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's decision to cut off the outline.
Shen Qingqiu crouched in front of him, but his sleeves passed right through him. He couldn't touch him, couldn't hug him, couldn't even wipe his tears for him. It was so unbearable that he wanted to die. His heart ached terribly.
This was the first time Luo Binghe had cried since he personally buried his adoptive mother. It was also the last time he cried at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.
He had long ago sent away the chattering Ning Yingying. Ming Fan stood to the side and spoke on his behalf. "From today onwards, you will stay at Qing Jing Peak."
Shen Qingqiu: "… … Oh."
That person said, "Actually, one thing your brother said isn't wrong. It's true that your innate talent is good, but you've already missed the best age for cultivation. Moreover, you've been tortured by him, and your bones are already slightly damaged. In the future, you should be able to have some accomplishments. However, if you want to truly reach the top, that's impossible. If it were a few years earlier, then it would be very different. "
Shen Qingqiu blinked his eyes a few dozen times in a row to show his anger. Luo Binghe smiled, chirped, and kissed his eyelids.
The tea wasn't freshly brewed and was only seven tenths hot, but Luo Binghe's entire person was still dumbfounded.
On the rock, the two people seemed to be in the middle of a conversation. Shen Qingqiu glanced at little Luo Binghe, who was immersed in his hard work, and lightly rubbed his head. He leapt onto the rock and stood beside the two people, listening to their conversation.
Unexpectedly, Yue Qingyuan slowly nodded and really agreed. "Okay."
Only in 《Proud Immortal Demon Way》 would a Jindan still need to sleep for so many days be considered nothing special. If it were any other novel's author, he would definitely be ridiculed to the point that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him!
Yue Qingyuan said, "This year seems to have more people than in previous years."
There was no time to think so much. Shen Qingqiu grabbed Yue Qingyuan and said, "Zhangmen-shixiong, the first day of snow, at Luochuan!"
It was Yue Qingyuan and "Shen Qingqiu."
Young Master Qiu crouched down and pulled his hair, saying intimately, "Immortal arts? Don't tell me that you, little bastard, still want to cultivate? "
Rest. Was he talking about sleeping? He'd already slept for five days!
"…" He said guiltily, "Shixiong, listen to my explanation."
He was practically courting death. What the original goods cared about the most in his life was his cultivation. He couldn't tolerate anyone being better than him, and even more couldn't bear to hear others say half a bad word about him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been driven mad with jealousy and hatred towards Luo Binghe. This guy actually dared to directly say he had no future!
Young Master Qiu got up and left his seat, sneering. "After teaching you for so many years, the things you've learned can't even compare to the evil little tricks of a jianghu swindler."
Not long after, a fire started. The black clouds in the night sky above the Qiu manor were reflected red like purgatory lava.
This "senior" was definitely that Wu Yanzi who had opened a jar to test spirits in the city and caused Shen Jiu's rebellious heart to rise.
At this time, Shen Jiu was still a thin and weak youth, but he had grown taller and could be considered slender among his peers. Standing there to serve, he carried with him a cold and indifferent scholarly aura.
Turning his head again, Young Master Qiu staggered towards him, his scarlet hand seeming to want to grab his hair. Shen Jiu stabbed out again, this time piercing his lung.
That person had already turned around. Seeing Shen Jiu still standing at the door of the Qiu manor, he asked, "Still not leaving? Who are you waiting for? "
Ning Yingying cheered and ran down the rock to the crowd at the bottom of the valley to pull Luo Binghe. This was the opening scene of Luo Binghe entering "Shen Qingqiu's" tutelage in the original work!
Thinking of this, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but jump to another rule.
Only then did Shen Qingqiu let out a sigh of relief. Withdrawing his hand, he retreated. Before he could even stand firm, his eyes widened.
Shen Qingqiu knew that the youth who promised to come back to save him really hadn't come back.
Shen Qingqiu was stuck again. Could he say, because the original work said this time and place was the most suitable?
He asked seemingly carelessly, "How is mother?"
Seeing that he couldn't speak, Yue Qingyuan sighed and said, "Forget it. It's fine as long as you're awake, no need to explain. "
Luo Binghe raised his face and looked at the Lord of Qing Jing Peak walking towards him, as if looking up at a deity.
Shen Jiu was silent for a moment, then said, "The person I want to kill is already dead."
There were a few grey marks on her fair and tender face, which might have been unconsciously smeared on when she was wiping sweat. Around her neck was a jade Guanyin hanging on a red string, and on her back was a rag bag with a small flower on it. She was seriously … digging a hole on the ground.
Shen Qingqiu was feeling sour and refreshed at the side …
Seeing Yue Qingyuan muttering to himself without replying, Shen Jiu coldly repeated again, "I want him."
Yue Qingyuan observed his expression and said, "You slept for five days. Do you still want to continue sleeping? "
What could be explained? What reason could make the fact that "the Lord of Qing Jing Peak cried and called his own disciple's name in his dreams" sound convincing?!
Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to pass through the door and see if he could remove the mosaic by getting closer, his memory was broken again.
Shen Qingqiu wasn't going berserk because of the other person's face. If that was the case, then that would be fine. But the key was that the youth outside the door — — his f * cking face was so messed up, it was like a mosaic!
Young Master Qiu was writing on the table. Shen Jiu stood to one side, silently grinding ink for him.
Shen Qingqiu knew what was waiting for Luo Binghe next. But he could only watch helplessly. He watched as Luo Binghe followed Ning Yingying to the Qing Jing Peak bamboo house. Shen Jiu sat in the seat that Shen Qingqiu usually sat in, holding a teacup and scraping tea leaves.
So awesome, who else could it be other than Liu Juju!
If only he had helped her out back then.
Shen Jiu saw her and his expression softened. "Want a shidi or shimei?"
Who knew that the god of heaven would walk past him without looking sideways, casually pouring the cup of tea in his hand, cup and lid still on his body.
Ning Yingying nodded repeatedly. Shen Jiu raised his head and waved his fan. He narrowed his eyes and began to carefully calculate something.
The percentage loss grew higher and higher. Shen Qingqiu madly slapped the system notification box, just like when he was a child "fixing" poor TV reception. After slapping dozens of times, it actually had a miraculous effect. When the data had lost 10% of its integrity, the notification sound finally stopped. The snowflakes on the screen suddenly disappeared and became clear.
… … These two people really didn't get along. Liu Qingge didn't like to talk, especially not to people he didn't like to talk to. But in order to ridicule Shen Jiu, he could actually say twenty words!
Young Master Qiu put down his brush and frowned. "You just obediently stay at home, be your son-in-law, and live peacefully with my meimei. What's the point of thinking so many illusory things? "
Shen Jiu suddenly flipped his arm and grabbed the ink table from the table, throwing it at Young Master Qiu. From this angle, it also looked like it was smashing at Shen Qingqiu. He subconsciously dodged to the side.
… … Shen Qingqiu discovered for the first time that this child Ming Fan's talent for seeking death in the cannon fodder style was really full!
Shen Jiu defended himself. "Elder Wu Yan Zi isn't a jianghu swindler."
Cang Qiong Mountain sect's rules were like this: the twelve Peak Lords advanced and retreated together, accepted their positions together, retired together, held ceremonies in groups, and retired in groups. Even if a Peak Master unfortunately died during his term of office, his position would only be vacated. In the five years when Shen Qingqiu faked his death to escape, the position of Qing Jing Peak's Flying Peak Lord was empty. So there wouldn't be a situation where Peak Lords of different generations worked together.
Even Shen Qingqiu's breathing seemed to tremble in Luo Binghe's palm.
The memory gap was constantly expanding!
Young Master Qiu's face was full of disbelief. Shen Jiu suddenly pulled out his sword.
Yue Qingyuan: "So he just told you directly?"
Shen Jiu dragged Qiu Haitang's body into a thicket outside, and a person silently appeared behind him. He grabbed his sword and turned his head, a fierce light in his eyes. Seeing the newcomer, he let out a breath and said, "Elder."
Although special circumstances could be more troublesome, the advantage was that there was no generation gap, and the bond between the Peak Lords was especially strong.
Slowly lowering his head, that sword stabbed straight into his stomach.
Shen Jiu narrowed his eyes, his face expressionless. His two fingers moved slightly, the folding fan in his hand opening and closing slightly.
He stared at Luo Binghe. Yue Qingyuan stared blankly.
At this time, Shen Jiu should already be sitting in the position of Qing Jing Peak Lord.
In the silence, two teardrops rolled down from his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the situation changed. They hadn't even spoken a few words, and then the tragedy happened!
Jealousy, jealousy, and jealousy.
Saying to leave and then leaving, coming and going like the wind. Shen Jiu froze in place, trembling with anger at those few words. He gripped his fan so hard that it cracked twice. Yue Qingyuan said helplessly, "Liu-shidi just doesn't know how to talk. You've always known that. Don't bother with him."
Shen Qingqiu wiped his face. Apart from cold sweat, he really did feel some other liquid. Sure enough, tears had a strong infectious power.
Young Master Qiu slapped him against the wall, scolding, "I thought you'd really made some progress these past few years. Sure enough, you're still mud that can't hold up a wall!"
The other said cruelly, "Don't kill them all?"
Shen Jiu hated the word "Qiu" to the bone, yet he was given this name. Wasn't his heart stifled to death? Even Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but want to dote on 30S. No wonder the original goods didn't have much respect or gratitude for the previous generation's Qing Jing Peak Lord.
Shen Jiu turned his head, wanting to avoid his hand. Young Master Qiu slowly patted his forehead, his action full of insults. He said with a smile, "You're not even human, and you still want to be an immortal?"
Yue Qingyuan actually tolerated him … … How did this body survive until today without any problems!
There was also Liu Juju. So the reason the original goods insisted on getting Luo Binghe into his hands was because you buried a seed of disaster!
Qiu Haitang stood at the end of the hallway, staring blankly in this direction. Shen Jiu was covered in blood, like a living ghost. He was currently pulling a sword out of a servant's neck.
He swung the blade of the sword, carrying the murder weapon, and stepped out of the study. Shen Qingqiu stood there for a while, and the system sent a message: 【Gentle Reminder: Please lock onto the plot filling target. It is recommended that the distance is no more than 10 meters to ensure that the plot is collected completely!】
However, because it was from the male protagonist's point of view, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky didn't describe in detail the undercurrents between the three Peak Lords. Instead, he started writing directly from the fragrant little loli descending from the sky and suddenly pulling Luo Binghe away. He believed that every reader who saw that part would be the same as Shen Yuan at the time, thinking that this was the male protagonist's lifetime of dogshit luck and continuous luck with women. Little did they know, this was basically a candy dregs before the big stab.
Especially when these two children thought too beautifully and too naively. If they took one by one as their master, surely one would be willing to accept them? Completely wrong.
Luo Binghe followed Shen Qingqiu's eyes, kissing all the way down, saying, "I said I would come pick you up. We haven't seen each other for so many days, did Shizun miss me? "
… … WTF!
Yue Qingyuan said, "Liu-shidi came at the right time. There's no harm in seeing which one is better."
Shen Jiu's nose was covered in dust and blood. With a faint air of arrogance, he raised his head and said mockingly, "That's not some evil trick, it's an immortal technique. With your kind of mortal flesh, you can only call others a jianghu swindler to deceive and comfort yourself. "
Liu Qingge didn't even deign to give him a wink, saying, "Compared to those unorthodox people who only started practicing at sixteen, their achievements will definitely be higher."
If he really wrote according to the original setting, this type of character would definitely be an arduous and thankless task. If you said he was scum, he was pitiful; if you said he was pitiful, he really was ruthless. Scum and pitiful characters were often godly tanks, the hardest hit areas for fights. It would be better to directly chop him into a shameless character for the protagonist to step on. It would be easy to write, and the readers would feel good.
Suddenly seeing a different scene, Shen Qingqiu still hadn't reacted and didn't move. Until Yue Qingyuan's voice came from the side, "Awake?"
Young Master Qiu said, "Useless! You … … "
He suddenly said, "I want that child."
Even though he knew that Luo Binghe couldn't hear him, he still said, "Don't cry."
He looked Luo Binghe up and down, saying, "It really is the most suitable age for cultivation."
Reaching out, he tightly pulled Luo Binghe's small body into an incorporeal embrace.
Shen Qingqiu was completely speechless.
Luo Binghe said nervously and seriously, as if he was reciting from a book, "This disciple has admired the graceful bearing of the immortal masters on Immortal Mountain since childhood. If I can enter under your tutelage and succeed in my studies, this disciple's mother's spirit in heaven will also be gratified."
At this time, Liu Qingge should have only been officially sitting on Bai Zhan Peak for a few years. His facial features still had an inexperienced air, his eyes were sharp, and between his movements, there was a kind of youthful spirit.
Shen Jiu's face twitched, and he raised his hand to stop him.
Just as he was watching with trepidation, a startled cry suddenly came from behind him.
Looking at the sharp sword flying in front of him, Shen Jiu's face blossomed with a strange excitement, and he firmly grasped it!
Luo Binghe raised his smiling face, his eyes bright, "Mother is the person who treats me the best in this world."
Even if he succeeded in becoming a disciple, after a few years, if he really did succeed in his studies, saw a wider world, and had more things to worry about, he might not be willing to come back to find his childhood playmate. Add to that the unexpected events of the martial world, and the possibility of all kinds of unexpected disasters, the probability that this youth could really come back to rescue Shen Jiu was less than 5%.
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