C8 Reschedule 3

At this moment, a cold and desolate voice sounded out.

Hearing that, Feng Ling Jue immediately turned his head, and upon seeing Shen Qingchen, he was moved to tears.

"What is it? "You don't want to?"

Shen Qingchen raised his eyebrows, his face did not have the slightest expression, calm as a pool of stagnant water. The expression on his face showed that he was promoting the brotherhood and spirit of a Eldest Brother.

"Who said that!"

Feng Ling Jue strode forward with large strides, and stood in front of Shen Qingchen, "I'm very willing."

As a result, Feng Ling Jue gloriously cohabiting with Shen Qingchen. Pah!

Regarding this, Feng Ling Jue had no objections, since his target was Shen Qingchen after all. As the saying goes, one can obtain the moon near the water tower first, right?

That night, Feng Lingjue swaggered into Shen Qingchen's room with a pillow and a sheet in his arms.

To be honest, he was a little bit excited.

Under the moonlight, he was dressed in white, as if he had just returned from a shower. His long hair was not tied up, and had been draped over his shoulders, and there were still some water droplets falling out of his hair. His pair of black eyes were as deep and profound as the stars in the night sky, and his facial features were as beautiful as carved jade.

He truly is worthy of being a man that this reputed one looks at.

Feng Ling Jue muttered to himself.

Feng Ling Jue casually placed his luggage on the bed and laughed: "Shen Qingchen, I'll report for you."

"You, sleep there."

When Shen Qingchen saw Feng Ling Jue, he was stunned for a moment, as if he did not have any reaction. Then, raising his eyebrows slightly, he casually pointed to a small hole in the room, and said indifferently, "Also, since you have entered the Mount Kunlun, then you must follow the rules. From now on, do not call me by my name, and call me Eldest Brother, just like they do."

The corners of Feng Ling Jue's eyes twitched violently.

If only he could remain silent for the rest of his life.

This was what Feng Lingjue had thought at the time.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the light was still on and Shen Qingchen was currently reading under the light of the lamp. His face was still stiff and expressionless, like that of a dead person, and no matter how he looked at it, he could not imagine this person's smiling appearance.

Beneath the lamp, Shen Qingchen, who was currently reading a book, suddenly raised his head when he heard that inaudible sigh, and his gaze landed on the figure standing on top of the sinkhole.

For the next few days, Feng Lingjue rested on a small, hard, floor-like hole. Every day, he would wake up as if he had lost half his life.

Dai Ze gloated while laughing, "Isn't it because you were too spoiled before you went up the mountain?"

These words, Feng Ling Jue had no way to refute. Indeed, before he went up the mountain, he was lying on a bed made of soft grass, so how could he be as desolate as he was today?

"Can you teach the Imperial Sword Technique today?"

Finally, Dai Ze asked lazily while kowtowing to the melon seeds.

"How could a mere Imperial Sword Technique be difficult for me?"

Feng Ling Jue rubbed his back, and without thinking too much about it, he casually replied.

Dai Ze raised his hand, "Alright, alright, alright, I'll see how powerful you are when the time comes."

However, when it was really time to teach the Imperial Sword Technique, Feng Lingju was stunned. He blinked at the sword before him, and became dumbstruck as he stood there motionlessly.

As for the rest of the people, they did not need to learn it, and it would not be so simple. Only Feng Lingjue was left standing in a daze on the spot.

"Could it be that the Junior Martial Brother Ling does not know how to control the sword?"

Ruo Feng descended from the imperial sword, held both hands and looked at Feng Lingjue with a smile.

No? What kind of joke was this? Not to mention the Imperial Sword Technique, he could even use the Soaring Steps. However, if he were to directly step into the Soaring Steps, it would attract attention, and since the Imperial Sword Technique required the use of mana, then the Devilish Qi would naturally be discovered by those old fellows.

"Hahahahaha, Junior Martial Brother Ling, I never thought that you would have such a day!"

Ruo Feng held his stomach and laughed. How could Feng Ling Jue endure such anger? He extended his long hands and grabbed Ruo Feng out. He squinted his eyes and looked at fiercely: "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again? "

His tone was one of complete intimidation.

Ruo Feng was so scared that his eyes widened, as he felt that a large group of killing intent s were crazily charging towards him. This man was too terrifying.

"Feng Ling Jue, you should put down Little Senior Brother Ruo Feng first."

Dai Ze immediately advised.

"Just strangle him to death."

Feng Ling Jue said indifferently as he held Ruo Feng in one hand.

Ruo Feng was shocked, "What did you say?"

"If you don't believe me, you can try."

Just as Feng Ling Jue stood up, a cold shout sounded out.

"Feng Ling Jue, stop!"

Feng Ling Jue turned his head to look, and saw Shen Qingchen, dressed in white, with a slender figure and a sword at his waist, walking towards him.

"Why?"

The other disciples were afraid of Shen Qingchen, but Feng Ling Jue wasn't. He grinned and looked at Shen Qingchen with a smile.

Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

The surrounding disciples all silently said this in their hearts.

It was a pity that Feng Ling Jue did not hear it, otherwise he would definitely let these people taste the taste of boiling water.

Shen Qingchen was the head disciple of the Mount Kunlun, so whether it was in terms of techniques or martial arts, he was the highest amongst this group of disciples.

Shen Qingchen frowned slightly and lowered his voice, "Let go of Ruo Feng first."

"Alright."

Feng Ling Jue obediently let go of Ruo Feng's collar. The moment Ruo Feng landed on the ground, he quickly ran away, which made everyone feel that it was very strange. Feng Ling Jue was clearly a thorn that feared nothing in the world, and he also liked to go against Shen Qingchen.

"Why are you bullying Ruo Feng again?"

Shen Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back.

Feng Lingju coughed dryly, but did not reply.

At this time, another disciple stood out and answered for him in an extremely "kind-hearted" manner, "Go back to the Eldest Brother, Ruo Feng is teasing that Feng Ling will never control the sword."

Before he even had the chance to speak, Shen Qingchen had already put on a straight face as he coldly spoke, "It is Ruo Feng's fault for doing this first, but you did it after, and the two of them did it afterwards. Feng Ling Jue, you clean up the library for half a month, Ruo Feng, you're responsible for cleaning the arena, do you have any objections?"

Ruo Feng nodded his head, "Ruo Feng understands, and is willing to accept your punishment."

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen's gaze fell onto the body using his sword to support himself, and stood at the side while looking at the crooked Feng Lingjue. He furrowed his brows, and asked: "What about you?"

"Ai, so what if there's an objection? Aren't we still going to clean up?"

Feng Lingjue lazily said, "Anyway, it's useless to protest."

Shen Qingchen thought for a moment, then said indifferently, "This idea is right."

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