sbdcsierra Chapter 158 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (25)
Chapter 158 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (25)
Late at night, Mr. Song dragged his seriously injured body and put on a cloak, and left Jiugong Gate with difficulty.
Arrived at the dense forest in front of the foot of the mountain.
He knelt down on the spot and kowtowed three times.
In an instant, a magnificent and secluded palace appeared out of thin air.
He went in quickly.
Inside the dark hall, there was only the faint torches on both sides for lighting.
Sparks often fly and make crackling sounds.
"This subordinate pays homage to the Lord. The Lord is immortal and will live forever!"
Immortal Master Song folded his hands in front of his chest and knelt down to kowtow.
On a high seat, a man was wearing blue dragon armor, a crow feather cloak, and a black fang mask.
The murderous aura came towards him, intimidating without even being angry.
"How's your work going?"
The man spoke, his voice hoarse, like rough sand squeezed.
Not daring to look forward even for a moment, Master Song trembled with fear, "Hua Jingmian has already reached the Jiugong Gate and become Ye Zhao's apprentice.
"Just as the master planned, he really hates Ye Zhao, but he has not done anything yet." Master Song was puzzled.
"Ye Zhao didn't want to accept a disciple so badly, so what was his reaction after being forced to accept one?" The man laughed. "Is he mad?"
"That won't do. If I get angry, I'll be heartbroken."
"It seems like I won't feel bad, but it will be exciting to see that false mask exposed..."
When Master Song heard his words, cold sweat broke out on his back.
The master's mental state has been getting more and more abnormal recently, it's so scary.
Can one really accomplish great things in this state of mixed feelings of love and hate towards Ye Zhao?
Master Song complained in his heart, but he explained the truth, "Ye Zhao responded calmly."
The laughter stopped abruptly and the man fell into deep thought.
"Click!"
The clawed glove rested on the armrest and forcibly broke off a piece of the skull.
Hearing the noise, Master Song looked up, his head aching.
"Master, please tell me what to do next."
He just wanted to stay away from him now.
"What's the rush?" the man sneered.
"Master, I don't know." Song Lian was indeed anxious. "Now that I have lost my position as an immortal master, it is useless for me to stay in the Nine Palaces Sect. It is better for me to stay by your side and serve you."
Not only did he get looked down upon by others when he stayed in Jiugongmen, but he was also extremely bored. However, he still liked fighting and killing.
"Go back first. I'll need you in the future." The man withdrew his hand, and the skull he broke off turned into powder.
When Master Song saw this, he felt a chill on the back of his head and immediately dared not express any opinion.
"I obey my orders!"
Song Lian bowed and retreated hurriedly.
There was only one man left in the hall.
The man smashed the seat with one palm, breaking it into pieces.
"Ye Zhao!"
"Mingxi Immortal Venerable!"
"Yu Jiuqing!"
"You two, a good pair of master and disciple, have caused me so much pain. I will never be on good terms with you!"
Man, no, Jiuyi's eyes were fierce and he gritted his teeth, "I spent so much effort to get Hua Jingmian to Jiugongmen and gave him the Fengsheng Pearl. He can't let me down.
"This Ye Zhao, XXX."
No one heard the second half of the conversation except him.
……
In less than a day, news of Hua Jingmian's actions spread from one person to another and spread throughout the Jiugong Gate.
Many people have never seen him, but have already heard all kinds of rumors about him.
For example, he is born rebellious.
For example, he is extremely talented.
For example, he is uneducated.
Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it.
He regards Immortal Lord Mingxi as his enemy.
He looks ferocious.
A total devil.
He is a natural born evil star.
Anyone who approaches him will die.
And when these rumors reach the ears of the next person, they gradually become another outrageous version.
As soon as the immortal master who was in charge of teaching the new disciples of Jiugongmen took office, he told the new disciples that it was shameful to sleep with a mirror.
There is a saying that those who imitate others will die, and those who resemble others will perish.
The new disciples agreed verbally, but as soon as the get out of class was over, they immediately gathered together to bet on whether Hua Jingmian could survive.
Winter Snow Peak, Qiongfang Palace.
Feng Qingwu put on a natural and clear fake bare face makeup.
She specially wore Ye Zhao's favorite white clothes to visit.
At that time, Ye Zhao was sitting on a window sill that was as high as a person, reading a book in the sunlight outside the window.
Suddenly, my vision darkened and someone snatched the book from my hand.
He looked up and saw Feng Qingwu and the gatekeeper disciple who had hurried in.
I instantly realized that he hadn't stopped me.
Feng Qingwu sat down next to him carelessly.
"Junior brother, don't blame him. I concealed my presence and came in quietly."
The gatekeeper disciple's cultivation level was lower than hers, so it was understandable that he couldn't detect it at the first time.
Ye Zhao didn't blame him and asked him to leave.
As soon as the person left, he ordered someone to bring a pot of Longjing tea.
"Senior sister, what's the matter?"
Feng Qingwu sat down beside the low table and asked mysteriously, "Don't you want to know how that traitor has been spending the past 28 days?
"Senior sister, do you have a solution?" Ye Zhao asked.
Feng Qingwu murmured softly, "You really care about him."
Wasn't that your initiative?
As his cheap master, he has to follow the plot and maintain his character.
"Sister, he's my disciple, so naturally I care about him." Ye Zhao urged, "How is he doing now?"
The system didn't say that the male protagonist was in trouble. The protagonist's halo was full. Why would a scumbag like him care about it?
Feng Qingwu couldn't help feeling jealous when she heard him say this.
When the tea was served, Ye Zhao poured it for her and asked, "Senior Sister, do you have any way to know his situation?"
Feng Qingwu lifted the lid and brushed away the tea foam in the cup. "I accidentally dropped a few recording stones in there. I just found them and came here to watch it with you."
Was it intentional or accidental?
Or was it intentional carelessness?
Ye Zhao ignored it and raised his eyebrows to signal her to look at him.
Feng Qingwu immediately threw the stone into the air, and the following scene appeared before her eyes——