Zhou Xuanlan's eyes became darker.

After a moment, he leaned over and stretched his slender fingers to the boy on the bed, and pushed apart a strand of black hair wrapped around his neck.

"The disciples will give it to you whatever the master wants."

The breeze blows by in the morning, and a drop of crystal dew slides down from the tender green leaves to the ground.

Chen Liuxiang sat up, wearing a thin underwear, his black hair scattered behind him in a mess, staying in the bed for a moment, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Consciousness gradually awakens.

I vaguely remember that Zhou Xuanlan came back last night, but there was no one in the room at this moment.

Chen Liuxiang put on his clothes and walked out for a few steps. His eyebrows moved slightly and he turned around.

I don’t know what happened to Chen Bubu.

He held his breath and quietly came out of the window, his eyes experiencing through the half-open window and looking into the room.

Two figures sat by the tea table, and a cup of cold tea was placed on each side. The boy's body, who was gaze on the bed, had been staring at him for a long time, but there was no slight annoyance on his face.

Ning Runxin seemed to feel something, and suddenly glanced at the window. Shenliuji quickly lowered his head. At this time, movement came from the bed.

"Shen Liu,"

"Brother Chenxiang,"

Ning Runxin and Zhao Lin spoke at the same time.

In his sight, he saw two golden leaves appearing from under the quilt, followed by a white and tender little face. He pouted and said in a slight voice: "Where is Daddy."

Ning Runxin: “…”

Zhao Lin: “…”

The room was quiet for a while, Ning Runxin laughed softly, and his face was as angry as a jade-like face, but instead smiled.

"It's worthy of being you, Shen Liu."

After the words came, his figure flashed out of the window. In his sight, a young figure quickly disappeared at the intersection.

Ning Runxin chased after him without saying a word.

Zhao Lin was tripped indoors, and Chen Bubu hugged him and cried loudly, "Wow, Dad is gone, take me to find Dad."

Zhao Lin looked down at the tears falling from Chen Bubu, so he had to pick him up.

After taking a sect with a bottle of oil in the sect for a long time, Zhao Lin didn't see anyone. He only saw Ning Runxin walking back with an unhappy look on his face, followed by Lan Xiaosheng.

It seems that I was stopped when chasing someone.

Zhao Lin bowed and said, "Master."

Lan Xiaosheng's eyes fell on Shen Bubu, and he stretched out his hand to hold him, "Go to my palace to sit for a while and wait for Shen Liuliu to pick you up."

Chen Bubu's face was covered with tears, his nose was tilted, and his two little hands grabbed the fingers with distinct joints, "Dad, do you really know how to come? Don't fool Bubu."

Lan Xiaosheng smiled and took his junior brother and apprentice away.

Shen Liuji hid in the dark, breathing a sigh of relief, and then a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect repeatedly rescued him, but he always felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy when he saw his gentle and elegant voice.

Finally, he got rid of the person and the sound of the sinking sound was wandering around the sword sect. Before he knew it, he arrived at the martial arts training ground and saw several disciples outside the venue gathering under the tree, as if holding a tea party.

He faintly heard the familiar surname and walked slowly.

"You are late in your life in the sect. I wonder how crazy you were in those years. As long as the Sword Master returns to the sect, he will be able to smell it and will appear in the sect that day."

The disciples sitting in the middle flew everywhere and told their junior brothers about the years of fighting against the Qingling Chen Xianjun.

"He is like a slutty dog, haunting our sword master all day long."

Someone said: "Senior Brother Ye Shi, let's talk about two things in detail with us."

"Tell me whatever you want. I remember one time, Jian Zun returned late at night and was injured. After paying homage to Master Lan, he went to Bone Cleansing Spring to treat the wound. What do you think?"

Ye Shi slapped his thigh and was very angry.

"I actually hid behind the screen early, waiting for the rabbit to peek at the sword master taking off his clothes!"

The disciples around him were in an uproar and were fascinated by the hearing. They didn't notice any more young men. They mingled among them, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and listened with relish while knocking them.

"Bah, it's really shameful for a fairy king to do voyeurism."

"Someone in the sect must have informed him, otherwise how could he know that Jian Zun returned to the sect and squatted in Lingquan early and waited for it."

"Fortunately, the Sword Master discovered it, otherwise he would have succeeded."

"No, it's wrong, it's wrong," Ye Shi waved his hand, "He hid his breath, and the sword master didn't notice him at that time."

Everyone was shocked: "Isn't that..."

"If that's true, it's not that angering," Ye Shi clenched his fists and said hatefully: "But do you know how bold it is to be so arrogant."

"He hid in the Lingquan, not to see Jian Zun take off his clothes, but to take advantage of Jian Zun's injury and make a whim..."

"Cough cough, cough cough," a mouthful of melon seed choked in his throat, and the sound of the sound of covering his mouth and coughing, his cheeks flushed red.

The disciples around him then noticed him, and immediately saw the enemy who killed his father, with hostility on his face.

"Shen Liuliu!"

The Shen Liujiu calmed down and said, "Ah," "I have explained that the people you should hold a grudge are my brothers, not me."

Someone snorted coldly: "What are you going to do?"

The sinking sound: "Kill melon seeds."

The original work only roughly describes the entanglement of Ye Bingran. He did not know the existence of these things. After being shocked, he could not help but guess who was the person who informed him.

He remembered that whenever there was a good thing, he would give it to Ye Bingran, but the other party refused to accept it, so he saved the country in a straight line and gave it to the people around him for him to give it to him.

Now that I think about it, I am very scared to think about it carefully.

The man almost took Chen Liuxiang's entire property, but lied to him and said he gave it to Ye Bingran.

After thinking about it, I had no impression of this person in my mind.

At this moment, a group of Xiyang Sect disciples passed by the martial arts training ground. Someone noticed the sound of the sinking sound and whispered, and the others immediately came to their sight.

All the faces were cold.

"I heard that the young master of Xiyang has not left the room in recent days," Ye Shiyi said with some remarks, "It is related to the loss of the pet that day."

The "Oh" sounded, disapproving.

Speaking of this, the disciples around him looked at him with a ease, and some even reminded him: "I advise you to be careful in the near future. I heard that the leader of Xiyang is already on the way to come."

Jin Xiangtian is cruel and ruthless, and he is extremely protective of his shortcomings, especially his life root, Jin Dieshang.

Due to the spiritual pet, Jin Dieshang had a problem with his state of mind. The perfect archery technique in the past is now full of flaws and he is reluctant to slam the bow and arrow again.

Chen Liuxiang knocked the melon seeds, and he had no interest in Xiyang and his son. This is the Sword Sect. Could it be that he dared to attack him in public?

He urged: "I like to continue telling naughty stories."

Ye Shiduo glanced at him a few times, cleared his throat and continued to speak.

In the afternoon, Taoist Jianzhen set up a forum in the cave to mention the younger generations and invited the best three disciples of each sect to come.

The sound of the sinking sound did not go. She sat alone under the shade of the tree, twisted up the spirit-binding rope on her wrist, activated her spiritual power, stared at the flashing runes for a while, and frowned.

He had already understood most of it, but he still had some puzzled.

Confused for too long, Shen Liuxiang grabbed his hair, took out the jade pendant, slapped his fingertips on it, and made a whip.

"Look at your good disciple, use the spells you taught against your son."

"What kind of father are you?"

After the words came, Yuhuang emitted a dazzling golden light, and the sound of the sinking sound was so scared that his hands shook, and Yuhuang fell to the ground with a bang.

A phantom as big as a palm emerged.

It is a slender hand with fingertips.

Shen Liu looked at him for a moment, and his face showed ecstasy. This hand was demonstrating the spirit binding technique to him.

At the same time, a long rainbow passed by the sky, and in a blink of an eye it came over the sword sect and descended to the residence of the disciples of Xiyang sect.

"Where is my son?"

Jin Xiangtian's face turned pale, and he slapped Wei Tianji who was hurriedly going out to greet him. The pressure of the cultivators in the God Transformation Realm instantly scared the disciples of Xiyang in the courtyard to a pale face, and they all knelt on the ground.

"What's the point of letting Shang'er suffer such a great grievance?"

He was in the critical stage of entering the late stage of the God Transformation Realm. He wanted to go into seclusion and try to break through. But when he heard that Jin Dieshang was bullied, his mood was damaged. He refused to bend his bow and shoot arrows, and immediately rushed from the sect.

Ordinary monks have a wrong state of mind, things can be small or big, and there is room for relief.

But it was particularly serious when it fell on Jin Dieshang. He had never suffered any setbacks since he was a child, and his mood was weaker than others. If he was not careful, he might fall into an extreme and it would be difficult to improve his cultivation.

"What happened? Tell me in detail."
To be continued...