Senior Gu Long was puzzled. How could this guy put on a men's robe and suddenly change his temperament?
With this delicate appearance, who would have thought that she was the Empress of the Night who commanded thousands of troops?
…
After Luo Cheng finished his business, he was worried about the boy's safety and hurried back.
Mr. Zhang also followed closely, planning to come and find out.
"Grandmaster Luo, why are you leaving so quickly?" Mr. Zhang snorted: "What? You fell in love with that kid? Are you so worried about him?"
"Nonsense, Mr. Zhang, that oily-headed and cynical brat with no masculinity, will this sect be worried about him?" Luo Cheng shook his head: "It's just that this martial arts dungeon has always been under the jurisdiction of this sect. That boy has a lot of background.
He is not only a genius serving in the Martial Arts Association, but also the Night Demon Lord of the Demon Abyss, and the long-lost grandson of the great elder of the Nianxia Clan. If he dies,
In the place under our jurisdiction, how can we explain to our superiors?"
"Well, that's true." Mr. Zhang stroked his snow-white beard and agreed with Luo Cheng's words. Suddenly he asked seriously: "In that case, why do you care so much about him?"
Luo Cheng: "?"
He and this old guy were talking to each other like chickens and ducks, playing the piano to each other.
Luo Cheng stopped talking, but quickened his pace to move forward.
Zhang Laodong looked around, his frosty eyebrows and gray eyes full of curiosity.
He really wanted to know what kind of miserable end that kid would have met in this martial arts dungeon.
Luocheng, after Mr. Zhang arrived at the first level of the dungeon, he looked around, but did not find the young man.
"Where are the people?" Luo Cheng frowned.
Mr. Zhang subconsciously asked: "Killed?"
At this moment, a small snoring sound came from the Yuanshi room not far away.
The two people in Luo Cheng looked at each other, dumbfounded, both at a loss.
After a while, the two of them followed the sound and saw that the young man was sleeping soundly on the bamboo bed. He gently pulled the jade bone fan with his slender and long fingers and placed it casually on his lower abdomen with one leg casually
Put it on the ground.
The sleeping position can be described as informal!
Zhang Lao patted the table next to him and woke up the soft singing from his sleep.
Qing Ge looked at the two of them sleepily, yawned and stretched: "Uncle Luo, Grandpa Zhang, you are here, sit down wherever you want, you're welcome."
Two people: "..."
How could this guy be so shameless? How did he turn his back on customers?
Luocheng is in charge of the martial arts dungeon, and Mr. Zhang is in charge of the martial arts appointment book. They are both high-level elders of the martial arts association, and they have become guests?
"Uncle Luo, how are things going?"
Qingge poured herself a cup of herbal tea and asked.
Luo Cheng looked suspicious. Are he and this boy so familiar?
"Grandpa Zhang, you are quite old. Don't stand all the time. Sit down quickly. It is good for your waist and bones." Qingge waved her hand.
Mr. Zhang: "..." Although he is old, his sword is still young and his majesty remains as strong as before!
"What are you doing here?" Mr. Zhang asked with a cold face: "Didn't I ask you to be a spiritual master? You haven't dealt with the punished disciples in the dungeon on the first floor, so why are you slacking off?
"
"I'm sleepy." Qingge yawned: "Grandpa Zhang, don't worry, those disciples are very well-behaved."
Zhang Lao's mouth twitched fiercely, obviously not believing Ye Wuhen's words.
The group of punished disciples were all stained with bloody sins. In other words, they all had souls stained with evil deeds.
good?
It seemed like an unrelated word, and it was difficult for Mr. Zhang to connect it with the punished disciples.
Qingge drank another cup of tea, then lazily got up and walked out.
Luo Cheng and the two looked at each other and both followed the young man's pace.
They wanted to see what achievements this young man could make and what splashes he could make?
A cage full of punished disciples, I’m afraid not even one of them can be restrained, right?
Qingge came to the center of the dungeon. In the cage at the front, the child grinned and waved to her, with a green and tender voice: "Sister, I want to eat some candy, some good luck candy!"
Qingge said with a straight face: "Children can't eat too much candy, it's bad for their teeth. Brother, I have a lot more. I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." The child curled his lips aggrievedly.
Mr. Zhang was dumbfounded. This child is the most difficult to deal with and the most eccentric. He actually has such a friendly relationship with Ye Wuhen?
Luo Cheng nodded with satisfaction.
Mr. Zhang snorted coldly, full of ridicule and disdain.
It's just dealing with a child, it's nothing.
"Pei Yue, do you still want some wine?" Qing Ge looked at the cage at the corner and asked.
Mr. Zhang only thought that this young man was crazy. Even Luo Cheng looked at Qingge with a strange expression, suspecting that the boy was out of his mind.
Pei Yue, the beloved disciple of Emperor Wu, has not spoken since he made a big mistake and was imprisoned in a martial arts dungeon for killing his master.
In thousands of years, Emperor Wu couldn't hold himself back and came here once.
Even when facing his former respected master, Pei Yue was as indifferent as ice and could never melt.
"Okay." Pei Yue nodded in response, his voice still low and hoarse.
Luo Cheng and Boss Zhang were stunned, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock. The two of them looked at Pei Yue in disbelief.
Mr. Zhang pinched Luo Cheng's waist hard, and Luo Cheng gasped in pain, "Old man, why are you pinching me?"
"This...isn't actually a dream?" Mr. Zhang suddenly realized after realizing it.
Luo Cheng: "..." If it weren't for the other party's old age, Mr. Zhang's Tianling Cap would have been lifted by him.
"Rich wine is very good." Pei Yue said again.
Mr. Zhang was shocked again, and suddenly slipped out quickly, as fast as the wind, and saw nothing but smoke behind him.
Pei Yue was the most valued person by Emperor Wu. Before each retreat, Emperor Wu would instruct the senior officials of the Martial Arts Association to take good care of Pei Yue in the dungeon.
Emperor Wu is waiting. No matter how many years have passed, he firmly believes that Pei Yue will be his best disciple. He just made a mistake once and it will be fine when Pei Yue thinks about it clearly.
But for thousands of years, Pei Yue was kind-hearted, but also stubborn, never willing to bow his head once.
The splendor and wealth, the fine clothes and fine food, and the picturesque scenery could not move his heart.
His heart had already stopped beating when the girl fell in a pool of blood by the river!
Pei Yue's ability to speak was a major event that could cause a stir in the martial arts association. Mr. Zhang couldn't wait to tell Elder Qiu, Shen Qingxiao and others.
If Emperor Wu was not still in seclusion, Mr. Zhang would have rushed to Emperor Wu's pavilion.
"Where is Grandpa Zhang?" Qing Ge turned around and found that someone was missing, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.
"He is so happy that he wants to go out and share the joy." Luo Cheng asked: "Brother Wuhen, can you tell me how you did it? How did you get Pei Yue to talk to you?"
"Oh, is this difficult?" Qingge said, "Brother Pei wants to eat my candy and beg for my wine."
Luo Cheng looked blank. How could it be... so easy and simple?