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Old Zhang's mouth was not a door-to-door.

The news of Pei Yue’s conversation with Ye Wuhen immediately spread throughout the Martial Arts Association, shocking the four people.

In the cabinet, the chessboard was suspended in the center, and Elder Shen Qingxiao and Qiu sat opposite each other.

Shen Qingxiao sat alone on the exquisite wheelchair with bright light flowing, with her legs covered with a milky white velvet blanket.

He raised his hand, his slender, cold and white fingers, and gently pinched a black piece, landed on the left side of the chessboard, and looked up and said, "Grandpa Qiu, it's you."

"I lost." Elder Qiu said: "If you talk about chess skills, there are only a handful of people who can compare with you in the past three thousand generations."

"Grandpa Qiu is letting water out again." Shen Qingxiao looked at the bloody gauze that was waving outside the window and said, "Pei Yue has spoken."

"I didn't expect that I would really see this scene in my lifetime." Elder Qiu said: "If Emperor Wu did not go into seclusion, I would definitely be very happy to learn about this."

"Yes, he has been waiting for Pei Yue to walk out of the abyss and fight for martial arts again. I don't know how long it will take, but it should be soon." Shen Qingxiao smiled slightly.

Elder Qiu asked: "Why do you suddenly increase the three difficulties of the ocean of enlightenment? The deep-sea dragon guarding the ocean of enlightenment will only appear after the trial increases the three difficulties. Now, there is still half a year left before the time for the sea dragon that the Martial Emperor said was born. You should know what the cost of increasing the difficulty this time."

"Qingxiao, why did you do this?" Elder Qiu was puzzled.

When he heard that Shen Qingxiao insisted on increasing the three difficulties, he stopped him, and other senior officials of the Martial Arts Association also stopped him.

But Shen Qingxiao did not listen to anyone's opinions, and was alone to increase the difficulty and release the dragon that suppressed the ocean of enlightenment.

For the Martial Arts Association, increasing the difficulty of the cross-sea trial is equivalent to a big day, not to mention that it suddenly increases three difficulties.

Such a day is once a year old. Logically speaking, it must be negotiated by senior martial arts officials and then finalized a good day.

Elder Qiu's eyes were closed tightly, and a layer of black cloth was covered with a layer of cloth on his eyelids.

He sat upright in the chair and straightened his spine.

Just his gray eyebrows were twisted.

He never understood why Shen Qingxiao did this.

Emperor Wu once said that Shen Qingxiao had the talent of generals and prime ministers. He recognized Shen Qingxiao and valued him.

Cultivation.

Shen Qingxiao has always been gentle and is famous for his good temper in the martial arts association. He is also very smart and mature, and has a stable job.

This is the first time Shen Qingxiao has worked impulsively in the Martial Arts Association.

Shen Qingxiao did not rush to answer Elder Qiu's words. He looked into the distance and pursed his thin lips slightly.

After a long time, Shen Qingxiao said, "I'm trying to find a way."

“What road?”

“.”

"Go home?" Elder Qiu became even more confused.

As far as he knows, Shen Qingxiao's home has long been gone. He is considered a lonely man, so what else can he have?

and……

"What does the way home have to do with Hailong?" asked Elder Qiu.

Shen Qingxiao closed his eyes slightly, his eye wings trembled gently. He pursed his lips and subconsciously grabbed a little of his sleeve shirt.

"Grandpa Qiu, I will not hurt the Martial Arts Association. I am indeed impulsive about this matter, but I would like to believe that I have my reasons."

"Grandpa Qiu, Qingxiao can't tell you the root cause now. Please believe me, okay?"

Shen Qingxiao's sword eyes are sincere, dark and pure.

Elder Qiu was silent for a while, and after a long time, he sighed and replied: "Okay."

He was increasingly unable to understand this gentle boy, or rather, he had never understood it before.

Shen Qingxiao looked sideways, his eyes sleekly, and he looked at a place.

That place is the dungeon of the Martial Arts Association.

In the first dungeon, Qingge greeted Xiao Chi, Pei Yue and others, and suddenly felt sleepy and returned to the small house.

She was drinking happily against the bamboo bed with a pot of wine.

Soon, Luo Cheng opened the bamboo door and walked in. He smelled the fragrance of wine and couldn't help swallowing.

He pretended to be reserved and calm, wrapped his hands around his chest, raised his jaw slightly, and looked at Qingge with his nostrils, and looked like he was careless.

But Luo Cheng's eyes always looked at Qingge and the wine pot in her hand.

He had never smelled such a fragrant wine.

Luo Cheng couldn't help swallowing.

Qingge seemed to have noticed Luo Cheng, who was not tempted by the smell of wine. A cunning look passed in his eyes. He raised his head and took another sip of wine.

This time, the wine was over her lips, and under her intention, the strong wine

Slide down the lip line and flows through the jaw.

The strong aroma of strong wine spreads again, spreading everywhere, spreading in the Yuanshi House with a very small space.

Luo Cheng's Adam's apple rolled and stared straight. Even though reason told him that he must be patient, he still couldn't help but speak, and asked, "What kind of wine is this? This sect has read countless wines and has drunk famous wines from all over the world, but has never smelled such a wine fragrance."

"Fugui Wine." Qingge said: "I chose the name of an old friend."

Qingge specifically focused on the next sentence.

If it weren't for a pretty person, how could he take out such a connotational name?

While Qingge was complacent, Luo Cheng looked disgusted.

Such a good-smelling wine, a pity, was ruined by a very tacky name.

However, looking at the boy's smug appearance, Luo Cheng really couldn't bear to attack him.

But... this kid is too ignorant of observing his expression? He has talked so much that he doesn't even give him a glass of wine?

Luo Cheng's expression became increasingly ugly, and he felt a sense of gritting his teeth.

The young man looked innocent, looked innocent, and looked innocent, and asked, "Uncle Luo, what's wrong with you? He looked unhappy."

Luo Cheng: "..."

Luo Cheng shook his sleeves.

He is a great master and will not let go of his dignity and ask for wine.

Even though the fragrance of fine wine is terrifying, it makes people feel heart-wrenching.

The boy looked at Luo Cheng's back and looked tall and majestic.

Qingge smiled with her lips curled up.

Uncle Luo is in a small mood.

"Uncle Luo, do you want to drink?" the boy asked.

Luo Cheng was extremely strong: "No." He didn't look back.

"Don't you really want to drink?" Qingge's wrist slightly turned, and the full wine glass tilted a little, "Then I'll pour this wine."

With a "scarlet" sound, Luo Cheng quickly came to Qingge like a flash of lightning. He was so quick that he took action that he could not hide his ears and thunder. He grabbed the white jade wine glass from Qingge's master, and carefully cared for it in his arms like a treasure.

Luo Cheng glared at Qingge indignation, and his tone became a bit fierce: "Boy, how can you bear to pour such a good wine? You are so young that you know how to waste good things."
Chapter completed!