The storyteller stopped and picked up the teacup to quench his thirst. At this time, dozens of spirit stones were thrown out from the private room near the railing on the second floor, and all hit him at the feet.

The storyteller paused and put down the teacup in ecstasy, "Thank you for the kindness of the immortal!"

He immediately continued to talk.

"Lord, this is the collected portrait." Liu Shenyun leaned down and presented several scrolls with both hands.

The man called the Lord was wearing a dark purple robe, with a cold face, and a conspicuous scar as red as blood at the tip of his right eyebrow, which seemed like a fire burning, adding a ferocious aura to his whole face.

A clear-cut finger grabbed a scroll.

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The monk in the snow-clothed clothes standing by the pool in the painting, lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, and his appearance was beautiful and flawless.

The man's hands with a calluse fell gently on the face of the person in the painting, and he stroked it carefully. His eyes, which had always been full of fierceness, were all boundless soft, as if he was staring at a rare treasure.

"Exactly the same as my brother."

Liu Shenyun guessed, "Do you have to go to Qingling Sect to invite the real person?"

The wind whistled through the hall, the sleeves flew, and the low voice sounded faintly in the compartment, "I'll pick him up in person."

The sound of swords by the Juechun River is endless all night.

Ling Jinye hid in the dark and glared at Ling Mushan fiercely, "It's been three days of sleeplessness. It must be because you took too much action and caused him to suffer an unprecedented blow, so he practiced wildly!"

Ling Mushan shook his head helplessly, "If I keep my hands, I will never win, but he seems to have kept my hands."

Ling Jinye said "Ah", "Why did you deliberately lose to you?"

"I don't know," Ling Mushan shrugged, "Maybe it has something to do with uncle. Yesterday, the master asked his uncle to prepare for the award, but was rejected."

After the disciple competition every year, the top three will be awarded prizes by the master in Lingxiao Hall for encouragement. In the past, Shen Xianjun always ignored his disciples, so it was usually Ling Ye or Ling Hua who awarded Zhou Xuanlan on his behalf, and everyone took it for granted.

But recently, their master-apprentice relationship is visible to the naked eye. Not to mention the matter of training for a night, just on the competition stage, Shen Liuxiang held his apprentice and shouted heart-wrenchingly, which shocked everyone's heart.

The love between master and apprentice is deep!

After waiting for so many years, Zhou Xuanlan was finally able to take over the reward from Shen Xianjun.

Everyone looked forward to it.

However……

"I won't go,"

Shen Liuxiang lay on the soft brocade, with a pillow on his lower jaw, and a purple grape twisted with a thin white finger, slowly peeling it up, "Like in previous years, you can do it for me."

Ling Hua held his forehead: "You are in the sect. It's only a blink of an eye to go to Lingxiao Hall, so why do I need me to take my place on your behalf?"

Shen Liuxiang slapped the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly.

Don’t ask, it’s the role of the movie Zhou actor who lost everything.

Seeing that the truth was not understood, Ling Hua's eyes rolled slightly, "I heard that your apprentice had been practicing by the Juechun River for several days. There was a cold air there, and the boy's thin body was also pitiful."

Shen Liuxiang's face was not touched at all, and he ate the grapes by himself, "I didn't let him not go back to Chaoyun Peak."

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why his apprentice played him. The only explanation he could have was that Zhou Xuanlan knew that he had suppressed a lot of spirit stones on him, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge to vent his resentment in his past.

Shen Liuxiang felt sorrowful.

Just be dissatisfied with coming to him. What is the point of bullying the spirit stone!

"Since you have decided, I will go to Lingxiao Hall," Ling Hua shook his sleeves, stood up, and before leaving, he was chattering, "First teach my good disciple magic weapons, and then see the sect leader awarding Lingmushan. If you have time, I will throw the prize to Zhou Xuanlan."

"By the way, the year he first entered the sect, I remember winning the top spot. You didn't want to come, so I changed the elder to award the award and threw it directly on the ground. At that time, the disciples of the hall were laughing, guessing whether Zhou Xuanlan was picking it up or not."

Ling Hua walked to the door and turned around and smiled, "You said if my hands were shaking, would Zhou Xuanlan pick it up or not?"

"Pick up your uncle--"

A purple grape slammed on the door.

In Lingxiao Hall, Ling Hua picked up a brocade box and walked to Ling Jinye. Seeing his apprentice reaching out with a smile, he immediately pulled his palm and said with a grudge: "Can the third son of ten thousand years be successful?"

Ling Jinye stuck out his tongue and smiled: "Isn't Master too good to the sect leader and Shen Xianjun back then? His disciple has inherited your mantle."

Is there anyone who talks about the Immortal Lord in public? Everyone in the palace sweated coldly for Ling Jinye.

But he didn't expect that Ling Hua just slapped his head with a light palm, then rubbed it, "I'm so brave."

Seeing this, the hearts of the disciples on the sidelines burst into sour water.

Although I know that Linghua Immortal Lord has a good temper, I didn’t expect it to be so good that he was too fond of his apprentice.

Qing Ling owe me a Master Ling Hua!

Logically, it was next to Zhou Xuanlan, but Shen Xianjun was not seen in the palace. Everyone was wondering. The sect leader walked to Lingmu Mountain with a sword in his hand. "This sword is called Zixiao. The master has fallen a soul seal on the sword body. If you encounter danger, you can protect you."

The whole audience was in full bloom.

Not to mention the disciples, some elders were red in their eyes.

The soul seal of a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm is like a life-saving talisman, and Lingmu Mountain is equivalent to having one more life.

Ling Mushan looked excited and took it with his hands trembling slightly: "Thank you, Master."

The disciples watched Ling Mushan take over the Zixiao Sword, and their hearts were so sad that they reached their peak.

Come on, Qingling owes another sect master.

Fortunately, I can get some comfort from Zhou Xuanlan every year. I thought Shen Xianjun would come today, but I didn’t expect to leave his apprentice aside.

Ling Jinye looked worried and came to the hall. He asked Zhou Xuanlan if Shen Xianjun would come.

Zhou Xuanlan said he didn't know.

His eyes were lowered, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Master ignored me, for some reason...is angry with me."

Ling Jinye pulled Ling Hua's cuffs: "Master, go and give the award quickly, don't let someone stand."

Ling Hua glanced at Zhou Xuanlan, who lowered his head slightly and covered his emotions on his face, and sighed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, I still didn't come.

He turned around to get the Molan box, which contained the rare spiritual pill. When he was reaching out to grab it, a jade-white hand appeared in the sky and snatched it away.

"The disciple's is the master's,"

Shen Liuxiang pulled down the small black bag around his waist and threw the box in as if no one was around, "I want this thing."

There was an uproar in the hall.

First, I didn’t expect Shen Liuxiang to come, and second, other people’s masters gave their disciples things. When Shen Liuxiang came here, he actually looked like a bully and occupied his disciples’ things!

Zhou Xuanlan heard the familiar voice and suddenly raised her head and her eyes fell on a plain shirt.

His thin lips trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hard: "Master..."

That day, as soon as he finished speaking in Huatianfeng, his master changed his face and pointed at him, "You, you..." for a while, and left in a panic. No matter how he chased him, his master ignored him. After returning to Chaoyunfeng, he set up a barrier outside the room to stop him from going in and disturbing him.

Master is willing to come to see him, aren’t you angry anymore?

The sinking sound stood in front of Zhou Xuanlan, took a closer look, and glanced at the ferocious bloodshot in his black eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

After humming in an unknown way, Shen Liuji raised his hand, and his white fingers touched Zhou Xuanlan's forehead.

In his stunned moment.

With a cool sensation on his fingertips, he flicked them viciously.
Chapter completed!