The bright moon is bright and clear.

On the roof of Yuanyang Tower, a red figure and a white figure each stand on an eaves.

The green silk threads dance and the clothes flutter.

"Sister, how about we make a deal?"

"Worship him as your teacher, or call him brother."

"Oh, since Senior Sister is so stubborn and unkind, then I have nothing to be polite about. I heard that Senior Sister's husband, the concubine of Chengguo Mansion, left Senior Sister alone in the empty house last night and went to a brothel.

, is there such a thing as having fun with other women?"

The moon-white figure said nothing.

"Senior sister, your long-time best friend calls you both senior and sister. He respects and worships you, treats you as his goddess, and thinks you are omnipotent. If you let him know that your husband is...

It's unbearable that he is not only a lowly and abandoned bastard, but also a mortal scholar who can only read and write. He would rather go to a brothel to find another woman than stay with you at home. Haha, do you think he would feel like this in his heart?

How do I miss you?"

"Senior sister, you don't want him to see you in such a miserable state, right? You don't want him to think you are incompetent, right? You don't want him to look down on you and laugh at you in his heart, right? Then, let's shake hands and make peace, please take you back.

I will forget those words that were meant to humiliate me before!"

"I can also take a step back and let your long-time sweetheart call me sister. You know my status, so letting him call me sister is my biggest concession."

"Don't even think about anything else! He doesn't have the qualifications either!"

After the red figure finished speaking, he put away the red light on his body, revealing a fiery red dress, a tall and graceful figure and a beautiful and majestic face. He looked at her with a sneer at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were burning.

The moon-white figure glanced at her real face, and her voice was still cold and ethereal: "Become my teacher, or call him brother."

The red figure's eyes twitched: "Do you really want to defeat the enemy?"

The moon-white figure turned around, looked into the darkness in the distance, and said calmly: "Do you think I will care?"

The expression on the red figure's face was stagnant, the fists in his sleeves were slowly clenched, he took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and sneered: "Of course you don't care, but he may not. In his case

In my heart, I should admire you very much, right? If he knows these things, I'm afraid he will look down on you in his heart, and maybe he will change his mind and follow me."

The voice of the Yuebai figure was still cold and calm: "You can try."

“Just try it!”

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"I would rather die!"

Qin Mansion.

After Bai Ling and Xia Chan left, Luo Qingzhou explained to Xiaodie and went to the backyard to continue practicing the "Flying Plum Blossoms" boxing technique in "The Book of Plum Blossoms".

For a moment, fallen leaves were flying in the backyard, and there were heavy shadows of fists.

This set of boxing requires footwork, body skills, fast speed, and quick punching. When one punch is punched out, the shadow of the punch is not dispersed, and another punch is punched out.

At the same time, the top, bottom, left, and back must be taken into consideration.

Tight when defending, overwhelming when attacking!

Although the power cannot be compared with Thunder Fist and Mountain-shaking Fist, it does not have the disadvantages of too much energy consumption and weak defense.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Under the moonlight, the figure became faster and faster, becoming more and more blurry. At first, the shadow of the punch was only in front, but gradually, all around him began to appear.

Xiaodie closed the front door and was embroidering in the courtyard to prevent anyone from coming in and disturbing her.

at this time.

In the back garden of Lingchan Moon Palace.

Under the peach blossom tree, Xia Chan is also practicing her sword. Her sword moves are more fierce and domineering than before, attacking without defending, and every move is a killing move!

In the pavilion next to it.

Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress, sat there quietly, staring at the moonlight in the pond in a daze.

Bai Ling leaned lazily on the vermilion railing, holding a flower in one hand and shaking the five fingers of the other hand. A sharp flying knife flipped flexibly between the green-white jade fingers, flying back and forth.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

In addition to the sound of sword practice in the garden, there is only the sound of wind.

Early in the morning.

Luo Qingzhou's clothes were soaked all over and he returned to the house.

Xiaodie has already boiled hot water.

Luo Qingzhou went into the room to take a bath, and dropped the muscle-strengthening potion, black spiritual liquid and dark blue spiritual liquid into the bucket.

The water in the bucket quickly changed color.

But it soon became clear again.

Luo Qingzhou leaned against the bucket. After absorbing the potion and spiritual fluid, the muscles, skin, and fascia all over his body began to heat up, as if there were a lot of air flowing and washing back and forth throughout his body. He felt so comfortable that he not only groaned.

Xiaodie, who was rubbing his back behind him, looked at him strangely, stretched her neck, and secretly glanced into the bucket, her cheeks feeling slightly hot.

The young master was so big that he probably couldn't hold it with his two small hands. She remembered that the young master's fists were not that big before.

Luo Qingzhou picked up his fist from the water and glanced at the back of his hand. The membrane was smooth and firm, and felt very tactile and elastic. Under the light of the light, it shone with a strange luster. It seemed that it was not much different from before, but

The current hardness and toughness are not comparable to those before.

"Xiaodie, how long do you think you will cry after the young master punches you?"

Luo Qingzhou clenched his fists and said somewhat proudly.

The little girl looked at the fist fearfully and said: "This slave may faint from the pain... Young Master, this slave is weak and can't bear it..."

Luo Qingzhou took his other fist out of the water and bumped it lightly, making a crisp sound, like metal hitting each other.

After taking a shower.

The little girl helped him put on new clothes.

"Sir, this is the Confucian robe that my servant sewed for you. Do you think it fits you?"

Luo Qingzhou put it on, looked at it in front of the mirror, moved his limbs, and praised: "Not bad, it's very comfortable to wear, and the size is just right. Xiaodie, that's great."

When the little girl heard the compliment, she happily went out to pour water.

Finished tidying up the room.

Luo Qingzhou saw that it was getting late, told the little girl, and returned to bed, feeling out of body.

I have to ask Senior Yue for help tonight, or ask him to borrow the handkerchief.

Otherwise, the Heavenly Immortal Tower is equipped with a magical weapon to restrain the soul, and he would not be able to approach it.

The soul passed through the roof and floated into the air. First, it observed the entire Qin Mansion from a high position for a while. After seeing that there was nothing abnormal, it left the manor and flew towards Yuanyang Tower.

Riding the wind all the way.

The speed of the soul seems to be getting faster and faster.

Not long after, Yuanyang Tower appeared in sight.

On the eaves on both sides of the building, there is a figure standing on each side, one red and one white, both shrouded in a hazy halo, making it difficult to see clearly inside.

As soon as Luo Qingzhou flew close, he suddenly felt something was wrong with the atmosphere around him.

The breath was a little hot and chaotic, as if the breath in this place had just been suddenly evacuated, and then poured in from all directions. After entering, it was even difficult to breathe.

Obviously, there seems to have been a big battle here just now!

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the two figures in confusion, and saw that they were both standing there motionless, seemingly uninjured.

He carefully floated over, stood behind Yuebai's figure, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Sister Yue."

"Speak."

The red figure on the eaves next to him spoke shamelessly and took the initiative.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and ignored her, still staring at the Yuebai figure in front of him.

The Yuebai figure was quiet for a while, and then Fang Qingleng said: "Do you want to be the master or the elder brother?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

He looked at the red figure on the eaves next to him.

The red figure stood nearby, with an unclear expression on his face, and said nothing. His eyes seemed to be looking at him coldly.

"It will be all right."

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you call him or not, but since Senior Yue wants him to have a disciple or a sister, then let's go with her wish.
To be continued...