[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Chapter 63

【Look at the words】

After riding out of the forest, Yan Qingping and Qu Feiyan entered the city.

"It's getting dark, let's start tomorrow. Let's find an inn to rest tonight." Yan Qingping quickly got off his horse.

Qu Feiyan, who was sitting behind him, slid down nimbly before he dismounted.

This little girl not only has a flexible mind, but also has good skills and talents. She is a good seedling.With this effort, there was no sadness on her face anymore.

"Master Dao, you are right. To be kind to a person is to care about his heart." Qu Feiyan said seriously, "Paying away with Grandpa Liu is the ending chosen by Grandpa himself. There is no need to see the two of them fight for their own sake. Because of my position and feelings, I should be happy."

The little girl is transparent.

Yan Qingping sighed: "It's good if you can figure it out." That being said, Qu Feiyan didn't have parents in the first place, and now that Qu Yang died, he really has no one to depend on.

When a loved one passes away, the most direct cause of grief is not the pity for the loved one itself, but the loneliness and sense of displacement from the loss of love and reliance.

The little girl may not understand that it was never Qu Yang who should be sad, but herself.

They walked side by side on the street, Yan Qingping led the horse.

"Do you have any money?" Yan Qingping asked.

"There is still money for food. Daoist, do you eat fast?"

"There is no ban on the poor way." Yan Qingping looked around, looking for a restaurant, "It's okay if you don't have money, and the poor way can't take advantage of you."

"Just this one, how about it?" Yan Qingping stopped in front of a "Fulai Inn".

"Okay." Qu Feiyan nodded, "Listen well."

Yan Qingping stepped into the gate, and a waiter came up to meet him: "Little guest officer, do you want to be a top student or stay in the hotel?"

"All of them. Go clean up the two upper rooms, and then find an empty table." Yan Qingping pointed to the door, "Have someone take care of the poor horse." He said and threw out a silver ingot.

The younger brother's eyes lit up: "Okay!" He couldn't wait to greet him.

Picking a place with an empty window, Yan Qingping said to Xiaoer who was waiting at the side: "Choose a few of your signature vegetarian dishes and serve them. The rest of the money will be rewarded to you."

Xiao Er responded and went.

Qu Feiyan quickly pulled out the chair for Yan Qingping: "Sit down, Daoist."

Yan Qingping smiled, seeing the little girl's attentive appearance, he felt that his apprentice would be available soon.

He was not polite, lifted up his clothes and sat down: "You are still young, so there is no need to keep filial piety and be a vegetarian because it is not good for your health. But your grandpa just left today, so you should pay attention."

"Hey. Feifei understands." Qu Feiyan sat on the side with a crisp voice.She secretly looked at the good-looking Taoist leader, and thought to herself, is the Taoist leader really in his 20s?Although he is very powerful, but...

It's really not like it.

"You go to bed early tonight, we will rent a carriage tomorrow." Yan Qingping was talking to Qu Feiyan while listening to the gossip in the hall.

He purposely chose to eat in the lobby, just to get some information about this martial arts.

A man with a pockmarked face at the table next to him said, "Hey, did you hear that? That Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect actually has connections with the Demon Cult."

"What? Mr. Liu is not that kind of person!" His fat companion was taken aback.

"You don't know yet, do you? The left leader of Songshan Mountain has issued an order, and Liu Zhengfeng's whole family has been put to death! Come on, come on, brother, let me talk to you..."

Yan Qingping: "..."

He moved his ears, and it was no surprise that the Jianghu people who were chatting here were basically talking about this matter.

He looked to the side, and sure enough, he saw Qu Feiyan's little face full of anger.

He sighed: "You go to Xiaoer, go back to your room first. I'll have someone deliver the food to you later."

Qu Feiyan nodded silently.

After she left, the younger brother came to serve the food.Yan Qingping said to him: "Pick up a dish and deliver it to the little lady above."

Taking good care of Qu Feiyan, Yan Qingping ate and listened leisurely by himself.

After listening for a while, a sharp and abrupt sound came to my ears.

"... If you want me to say, this is really cheap for him! How can you hook up with a demon cultist and die? You should send the women to a brothel, and let the men watch from the sidelines..."

Yan Qingping paused the hand that was picking up the vegetables slowly, and his dark eyes swept over there.

The one who talked about it was a big man in a warrior uniform.There were quite a few people sitting beside him, all of whom were listening to the big man's high-spirited talk.Yan Qingping narrowed his eyes, and there was only one chopstick left in his hand.

At the same time, there was an uproar from the people at that table.

I saw the big man suddenly fell to the ground with his stool, and then began to roll.It's just that no sound came out of his throat, and he could only cover his neck in vain.

"Who did it! Come out!" A young man stood up angrily and looked around the audience.

"Heh." Yan Qingping sneered.Everyone looked around and saw a chopstick in the hand of the beautiful Taoist priest in black clothes.

"Since you can't speak, then don't say it. Pindao doesn't sound good to your ears." Xiao Dao, who can barely be called a boy, looks surprisingly good-looking, and his aura is astonishingly fierce.Holding a chopstick in his thin white hand, he tapped the table lightly.

...Every time you click, the chopsticks penetrate the table, leaving a hole.Looking at his smooth movements, it seems to be no different from piercing a piece of tofu.

Everyone is muted.

[It has been repaired.Want me to help you contact your man? ] The system popped up suddenly.

Yan Qingping stopped moving.

He had no intention of rectifying others, and got up in a jiffy: "Disappointing. Second brother, lead the way and go back to the room."

After walking a few steps, he threw another ingot of silver onto the table: "I will pay for your table and chopsticks."

Xiao Er wiped off his sweat, and carefully led the person away.A group of Jianghu people watched him go away, and no one let out a long breath until his figure disappeared on the second floor.

After venting his anger, the man was taken aback.Why is this venting sound so loud?Looking again, it turned out that everyone around him was doing the same thing as him—relaxing and taking a deep breath.

At this time, the young Taoist voice suddenly floated down from upstairs: "The one who can't speak, after seven days, the dumb acupoint will be resolved by itself."

Everyone was silent again.

A person who was near Yan Qingping's table moved over slightly, took a closer look, and suddenly felt chills all over his body.

Those holes form a Tai Chi shape.The edges of each hole are extremely smooth, and it looks as if the craftsman chiseled them carefully and smoothed them out.And the chopsticks are the most common bamboo chopsticks, without leaving any traces.

The little Daoist who made the shot looks to be more than ten years old... What kind of monster is this? !

A waiter said cautiously: "Shopkeeper, what should I do with this table, let the backyard be split?"

The fat shopkeeper swallowed his saliva, and suddenly reacted: "Chopped? What are you kidding? This will be our signature from now on!"

On the other side, Yan Qingping asked Xiaoer to lead him and Qu Feiyan to the door.The two houses are facing each other, separated by a wall.When Yan Qingping returned to his room, his straight face was immediately relieved, and he showed a bright smile.

Siming!

Excitedly, he opened a system dialog interface.This is achieved through the connection between the system and the subsystems. They used it a few times in the last world, and it is still very useful.

Yan Qingping started typing: "Si Ming Siming Siming Siming Siming Siming!"

After the system scanned Yan Qingping's handwriting, the automatically generated font appeared on the interface.

A prompt of [the other party is writing] appears on the interface.

Yan Qingping smiled, waiting for a reply.

After a while, the prompt disappeared.However, it appeared again immediately, and disappeared after a while...

After repeating it several times, the corners of Yan Qingping's mouth became more and more raised.

Oh my god, why is he so cute.

After a long time like this, Fang Siming's provocative handwriting appeared on the opposite side: "What are you doing so exaggeratedly?"

I know you miss me, Da Tsundere.

Yan Qingping replied in seconds: "No exaggeration, I missed you."

It was quiet for a long time on the other side.After a while, the imprint of [the other party is writing] began to appear again and again...

Yan Qingping laughed and fell on the bed.

After a while, the other party finally replied.

"Ah."

It's just a single word, and I don't know how he took so long to write it.

"Siming, where are you now? I saved a little girl on the road and promised to send her home." After sending, he poked the system, "System, help me find his location."

【congratulations. 】The system said.

"Huh?" Yan Qingping didn't understand why.

The system projected a map projection on one side, and the arrow marking Yan Qingping and the red heart-shaped logo of Fang Siming were clearly visible at a glance.

【Your man is under the Blackwood Cliff right now. 】

Yan Qingping blinked, and found that the red heart was right next to the word "Heimuya".

Yan Qingping took a deep breath.

Great luck!

Fang Siming replied: "I'll go find you."

"No need! Siming, are you on the edge of Blackwood Cliff? I saved the granddaughter of Qu Yang, the elder of the Demon Sect, and I am sending her back to Blackwood Cliff."

On the other side said "Okay."

After a while, another sentence: "How are you?"

Yan Qingping smiled wryly: "After you see me, I will give you a big surprise."

Before Fang Siming could reply, he wrote again: "Qu Yang's granddaughter is called Qu Feiyan. The little girl is very smart and has good bones. I want to take her as my apprentice."

Fang Siming replied, "As you wish."

"You can't follow me." Yan Qingping started to laugh again, "If the child worships me as a teacher, what do you call you, teacher's wife?"

Unexpectedly, this time Fang Siming was neither entangled nor angry: "Uncle Master."

Yan Qingping frowned, but still tentatively said, "Why don't you call him foster father."

Fang Siming did not return.

Yan Qingping went on to write: "I already have Junxuan, so I just want to take the name of a disciple. Her life experience is wandering, and she has no relatives in this world..."

Fang Siming finally replied: "Let's discuss again."

Yan Qingping heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that there was something to be done.Just as I was about to type, I didn't expect the [Writing] mark to appear again.

Yan Qingping waited intently.

Fang Siming said: "Would you regret not having a child of your own?"

Yan Qingping could almost imagine Fang Siming's expression of loneliness and the loneliness in his eyes who wrote this sentence.

He almost wanted to teleport to his lover, hug him tightly, and give him a kiss.

But now he only has cold words.

However, words can sometimes have warmth.

"Siming, you are enough for me."

There was the sound of clothes being broken behind him, and someone rushed into the room.

Fang Siming gently put down his pen.

On the snow-white file spread out in front of his desk was the communication just now.He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the last sentence that had just appeared.

Then he turned to the woman in red who just came in and said, "Did you see it?"

"If he cared about you, he wouldn't hurt you for any reason."

"Whether it's an heir or a reputation, it's not a reason for him to hurt you."

His snow-white eyelashes drooped, and the dancing candlelight was reflected in his golden pupils, the beauty was soul-stirring.

He looked at the file with a warm smile on his red lips.

"If he betrays you, then he is not worthy of your wholehearted care."

"Do you understand?"

The author has something to say: This chapter is super sweet!

You are all a bunch of people who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles!I won't leave a message if I don't say more!hum.

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Heck, do a little research.

The CP of Dongfang and Brother Lian, should we tear it down?

If you don't want to dismantle it, it's still too late for me to change the outline.