Senior Gu Long couldn't figure it out. Why did this guy wear a man's robe? He was so weird that he even changed his temperament?
Who would have thought that this delicate appearance was the Night Queen who ruled thousands of troops?
...
After finishing his business, Luo Cheng was worried about the safety of the boy and rushed back in a hurry.
Mr. Zhang also followed closely behind and planned to come and find out.
"Master Luo, why are you doing so fast?" Old Zhang groaned: "What? Are you interested in that kid? Are you so worried about him?"
"Nonsense, Mr. Zhang, that cynical brat with a greasy and pink face, isn't as masculine as he is. Will this sect worry 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 great background. He is not only a genius of the Martial Arts Association, but also a night demon king in the Demon Abyss, and a relative who has been separated for many years in the next clan.
Grandson. If he dies in a place under the jurisdiction of this sect, how can this sect explain to the superiors?”
"Well, that's true." Old Zhang stroked his snow-white beard, agreed with Luo Cheng's words, and suddenly asked seriously: "Since that's the case, what do you care so much about him?"
Luo Cheng: "?"
He talked to this old guy, and played the piano with a cow.
Luo Cheng stopped talking, but accelerated his pace of moving forward.
Old Zhang looked around, with curiosity in his frosty eyebrows and gray eyes.
He really wanted to know how miserable the kid ended up in this martial arts dungeon.
Luocheng, Mr. Zhang came to the first dungeon and looked around, but did not find the young man.
"Where are people?" Luo Cheng frowned.
Mr. Zhang asked subconsciously: "Are you killed?"
At this moment, a small snoring sound came from Yuanshi's house not far away.
Luo Cheng and the other two looked at each other, stunned, all with mist on their heads.
After a while, the two of them walked along the sound and saw the boy sleeping soundly on the bamboo bed. His slender fingers gently pulled the Jade Bone Fan and placed it casually above his lower abdomen, with one leg casually
Placed on the ground.
The sleeping position is easy to deal with!
Mr. Zhang patted the table next to him and woke up the Qingge from his sleep.
Qingge looked at the two of them sleepily, yawned, and stretched: "Uncle Luo, Grandpa Zhang, you are here, sit there, don't be polite."
Two: "..."
This little
How could I be so shameless? How did I turn against the enemy?
Luocheng is in charge of the martial arts dungeon, and Mr. Zhang is in charge of the martial arts post book. They are all senior officials of the martial arts association, and they have become guests?
"Uncle Luo, how busy are you?"
Qingge poured himself a cup of herbal tea and asked.
Luo Cheng looked suspicious. Is he so familiar with this kid?
"Grandpa Zhang, you are so old that you don't always stand. Sit down quickly. Be good for your waist." Qingge waved his hand.
Mr. Zhang: "..." Although he is old, his sword is not old and his mightyness remains the same as before!
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Lao asked with a cold face: "Aren't you letting you be a spiritual master? Why are you lazy when you haven't handled the punishment in the first dungeon?
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"I'm sleepy." Qingge yawned: "Don't worry, Grandpa Zhang, those disciples are all very well-behaved."
Old Zhang's mouth twitched violently, obviously not believing Ye Wuhen's words.
The group of punished disciples were all infected with bloody and sinful sins. In other words, they all had souls with bad records.
good?
It seems to be a word that is unrelated to each other, and Mr. Zhang finds it difficult to associate it with his punished disciples.
Qingge drank another cup of tea, then lazily got up and walked out.
Luo Cheng and the other two looked at each other, both of whom were keeping up with the young man’s pace.
They want to see what achievements this young man has and what kind of splashes he can produce?
I'm afraid that even one of the punished disciples who are full of cages can't be suppressed?
Qingge came to the center of the dungeon, in the cage at the front, the child grinned and waved at her, his voice was immature and tender: "Big sister, I still want to eat candy, eat good luck candy!"
Qingge said with a stern face: "Children should not eat too much candy, it is not good for teeth. My brother still has a lot of them. 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 and quirky. He is so friendly with Ye Wuhen?
Luo Cheng nodded with satisfaction.
Mr. Zhang snorted coldly, full of ridicule and disdain.
It's just a child, it's nothing.
"Pei Yue, do you still want wine?" Qingge looked at the cage at the corner and asked.
Mr. Zhang just thinks this boy is crazy
Even Luo Cheng looked at Qingge with a strange expression, suspecting that the boy was not very good at it.
The beloved disciple Pei Yue of the Emperor of Martial Arts has never spoken since he made a big mistake and was locked in the martial arts dungeon with the name of killing his master.
For thousands of years, Emperor Wu could not hold back and came once.
Even when facing his former respected teacher, Pei Yue was still as indifferent as ice and could never melt.
"Okay." Pei Yue nodded and responded, his voice still low and hoarse.
Luo Cheng, Boss Zhang was shocked and shocked that his chin was about to fall to the ground. The two of them looked at Pei Yue in disbelief.
Old Zhang pinched Luo Cheng's waist vigorously, and Luo Cheng took a breath of air conditioning in pain, "Old man, why are you pinching me?"
"This...isn't it a dream?" Old Master Zhang realized it and suddenly realized.
Luo Cheng: "..." If it weren't for the other party's age, Mr. Zhang's sky spirit cap would have been lifted up by him.
"Fugui wine is very good." Pei Yue said again.
Old Zhang was shocked again and suddenly slipped out quickly, as fast as the wind, and there was only a flash of smoke behind him.
Pei Yue is the person Wu Emperor valued the most. Before each retreat, Emperor Wu would instruct all the senior executives of the Martial Arts Association to take good care of Pei Yue in the dungeon.
Emperor Wu was waiting. No matter how many years passed, he firmly believed that Pei Yue would be his best disciple. He just made a mistake and waited for Pei Yue to think it through.
But this wait took thousands of years. Pei Yue was kind-hearted, but he was stubborn and never bowed his head once.
He was unable to be moved by his glory, wealth, wealth, and a picturesque country.
His heart had already stopped beating, when the girl fell in the pool of blood by the river!
Pei Yue’s ability to speak is a major event that can sensation the Martial Arts Association. Mr. Zhang couldn’t wait to tell Elder Qiu, Shen Qingxiao and others.
If Emperor Wu hadn't been in seclusion, Mr. Zhang might have rushed to Emperor Wu's pavilion.
"Where is Grandpa Zhang?" Qingge turned around and found that there were few people, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.
"He is so happy that he wants to go out to share his joy." Luo Cheng asked, "Brother Wuhen, can you tell this sect how you did it? How can Pei Yue talk to you?"
"Oh, is this difficult?" Qingge said: "Brother Pei wants to eat my candy, and he also wants to ask for my wine."