Su Bei ran away with his sword, and under the admiration of a group of female disciples, he flew back to Bujian Peak.

It was already dusk, and along the way, you could still hear the conversations between the disciples of the Sword Sect:

"Have you heard that? The fifth elder returned to the Sword Sect this time and brought back a woman!"

"Ah! Such a gentle and tender peerless man as the fifth elder, can he be a good woman?"

"Hey, men are like this."

"But that woman doesn't look big, she looks like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old?"

"But the fifth elder is only over 500 years old!"

"Do you think it's possible that this person is the newly accepted disciple of the fifth elder?"

"But the fifth elder is only over 500 years old!"

“…”

There is nothing to say in northern Jiangsu!

After all, I am such an outstanding person, no matter where I appear, I am definitely the most eye-catching one.

Some people have already implemented their entire lives since they were born!

The fallen leaves are rustling, and the red clouds are dyed on the Bujian Peak.

Looking at this scene, Su Bei sighed softly:

"The sect recruitment ceremony will be held in a month..."

“…”

Normally, this is definitely a big plot!

It's the kind of big plot that can definitely be infected with various causal relationships!

It’s not clear that the silly woman Wen Renpingxin’s head twitched and invited all the major sects in the world to watch the ceremony...

Then there is no need to think about it. As the host of this conference, I am definitely the kind of person who is either slapped in the face or forced to be slapped in the face.

——Then there is a plot that you can think of with your toes.

As the famous fifth elder of the Sword Sect in the twenty-one states, he opened his eyes and was in the middle stage of the God Transformation in the Immortal God. He was bored on the Bujian Peak for decades, and the sect was harmonious...

I won’t go into detail about the templates of some of the protagonists, old-fashioned things, and useless things.

Those Lu Xinying's genius flow, invincible flow, heavenly flow, exposure flow, empress flow, villain flow...

Which one is with you?

System flow?

Please, if the time traveler does not have a system, then it is still called a time traveler?

So for so long, Subei gradually reacted to something.

It is very likely that I am not the son of destiny in this world!

And when he learned that his system was such a disciple-accepting feedback, Su Bei, who was unwilling to meditate and practice, directly focused all his energy on those things called strange skills!

If it’s not the protagonist’s life, why should you care about the protagonist’s heart?

Based on the excellent idea of ​​taking a break from your leisure, Subei has accomplished what basically all time travelers like to do!

What distilled liquor is highly purified, what lazy swing chairs, mahjong, playing cards...

"I don't know how my apprentice is?"

“…”

Su Bei shook his head and did not think about these broken things. He put his sword in a very casual way and slowly landed on the Bujian Peak.

However, the next moment, Subei felt something was wrong.

He sniffed his nose twice.

The air was filled with a strong smell of strong wine.

broken!

Northern Jiangsu was shocked.

This prodigal apprentice would not have drunk the "Hara Young Master, Water of Life" that he had been refining for "Wine Confused"!

It would be fine if Xiao Ruoqing had cultivation!

The key is that she is just an ordinary person now?

This is my treasure tool guy. What if something unexpected happens?

My life in salted fish depends entirely on this apprentice!

Su Bei swallowed a sudden saliva and rushed into the cottage anxiously.

Push the door—

"Himmer! Master, you are back."

Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei with charming eyes and burped gently.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked like autumn water, and the already broken Suluo shirt was tilted and tilted.

The eyes were blurred, and a touch of intoxicating redness appeared on the tender white and slender neck.

The beauty is drunk and has a little bit of a red face.

——If you ignore the iron pot she is holding, Su Bei really wants to describe the woman in front of you like this.

Xiao Ruoqing looked at Subei with flushed cheeks, and walked towards Subei shakingly.

He placed his ten fingers on Subei's chest and stared at Subei's eyes, his voice exhaling like orchids.

——A strong and mellow fragrance unique to "Hara, Water of Life" came.

"Master, Qing'er, hiccup!"

"Qing'er, I'm making chicken soup for you!"

"Himmer! Master waits for a while, this chicken is not easy to kill at all!"

“…”

Su Bei's mouth trembled, looking at the chicken in the iron pot.

From the corpse of this chicken, you can vaguely see how it was destroyed during its lifetime.

This is definitely the Fengyu Big Head Chicken that I have worked hard on the mountain for fifty years.

Take good care of every day and will soon become the chicken god...

Just being harmed by this spoiler?

Xiao Ruoqing was confused and looked at Su Bei with a proud look on her face, showing off the chicken that had been stewed in the pot that could not be rotten.

Then he skillfully carried the iron pot and burped through the cabinet while rummaging.

"belch!"

"To add this to it..."

In front of Su Bei, Xiao Ruoqing picked up the highly poisonous substance "Tianxian" of the Twenty-One Continent - the laxative "Nite" next to it.

Be careful in the movements, sprinkle them in the chicken soup very evenly and delicately.

Then he moved his dreamy steps, flashed Bu Ling's big eyes, and looked at Su Bei with sincerity and great anticipation.

"Master, drink chicken soup!"

"It's a good thing to drink chicken soup..."

“…”

thump!

After Xiao Ruoqing put the chicken soup on the table, he fell to the ground.

Northern Jiangsu: "..."

......

Su Bei looked at Xiao Ruoqing who was drunk on the ground with a dark face.

He glanced at the empty wine bottle on the table again.

Frowning, gently lifted his chin, and couldn't help but fall into a moment of thought.

Could it be that all apprentices will put laxatives in chicken soup when they see their master?

But this is too open and upright, right?

Not hidden at all?

Could it be that my apprentice is a disciple with a cold, natural and ignorant attributes?
To be continued...