Mysterious Veins!!
Ye Wuque's choice was the Xuan Vein among the nine meridians!
As for the reason?
Naturally, it’s because Fang Qingyang comes from Xuanmai!
This is the truth Ye Wuque got from the stone wall.
And he entered the ancient alliance just to track down all the clues of Fang Qingyang, so no matter how fancy the other seven channels said, Ye Wuque would not care about it and had already made a plan.
The seven stunned disciples and deacons all thought there was something wrong with their ears, and they all stared blankly at Ye Wuque, who was still holding his fists and saluting.
Sister An was stunned.
Especially An Qingqian, whose fox-like face was filled with a kind of astonishment, and her red lips were slightly open, exuding an extremely seductive color.
An Shuying's beautiful eyes flickered as she stared at Ye Wuque, as if she wanted to see through this mysterious newcomer Ye Wuque.
Zhang Qinghe, who was slumped on the futon, seemed to have fallen asleep drunk. He could no longer hold the wine jar in his hand, as if he had not heard Ye Wuque's words at all.
Suddenly, the seven disciples and deacons who were already stunned became even more uncomfortable!
"Wu Que! How can you choose Xuanmai?"
"Don't think about it again?"
"Wu Que, as long as you come to our Yumai, we will definitely satisfy you!"
"It's perfect..."
The seven disciples and deacons could no longer hold it in, and each one wanted to cry, hoping to make a last-ditch effort.
However, Ye Wuque turned around slightly, cupped his fists and saluted the seven disciples, deacons, and said calmly: "Thank you very much, deacons, for your kindness, but my mind has been made up, and I ask all deacons to make it happen."
As soon as these words came out, the seven disciples and deacons suddenly froze!
Ye Wuque had already said this, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't force him. He couldn't force him. That would be too unkind.
Suddenly, all the deacons sighed and looked at Zhang Qinghe who was lying on the ground. The envy, jealousy and hatred in their eyes were undisguised!
"This drunkard has really found a treasure!"
"Tell me, how can I explain this?"
"That's right! This Ye Wuque has peerless qualifications, which are comparable to the talents of five spirit sons!!"
At this moment...
"Junior brother Ye, can you tell me why you chose Xuanmai?"
An Shuying suddenly spoke with a clear and elegant voice.
And this question once again attracted the attention of the other disciples and deacons, and they all looked at Ye Wuque.
yes!
Why choose Xuanmai?
Among the nine meridians of the ancient alliance, the Xuan Vein is only in the middle, neither up nor down, not at the head, and this Qinghe looks like this, without any sincerity at all. What is Ye Wuque's reason for choosing the Xuan Vein?
"There is no particular reason. If I have to say it, firstly, I personally like the word 'Xuan', and secondly, Deacon Zhang gave me a sense of inscrutability and made me yearn for Xuanmai.
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"Besides, I believe that no matter which lineage I am in, it doesn't make much difference to me."
Ye Wuque said lightly and sincerely, especially the last sentence, with just the right amount of domineering and confidence.
Damn it!
Inscrutable?
Zhang Qinghe?
That's it?
Just like this?
The seven disciples and deacons suddenly looked confused again. They all subconsciously looked at Zhang Qinghe who was lying on the ground, and a sense of discomfort and aggrievedness surged through their hearts.
Can this be called unpredictable?
It’s so unreasonable!
The An sisters didn't speak either, but their expressions were almost the same. Only An Shuying was still staring at Ye Wuque, seeming to doubt Ye Wuque's reason.
"New disciple Ye Wuque, please join Xuanmai!"
"Deacon Zhang, please make it happen!"
In the disciple cave, Ye Wuque's polite voice sounded for the second time.
result……
"Whirring whirring……"
There was a slight snore on the futon, and Zhang Qinghe seemed to have fallen asleep.
Ye Wuque still stood politely, maintaining a salute. There was no trace of impatience on his face, and he chose to wait patiently, as if he was willing to wait slowly for Zhang Qinghe to wake up.
This scene immediately made the other seven disciples and deacons blow their beards and stare with anger, and they almost cursed in their hearts!
What a drunkard you are!
The talent and beauty we so desperately sought went to your Xuanmai, but here you are, drunk and sleeping soundly. You don’t even know how to take the pie falling from the sky and smashing it in your face!
unacceptable!
It’s too much!
This is not treating us seven old guys as human beings!
Tap tap tap!
Fatty Li took one step and ran to Zhang Qinghe's side with a look of constipation on his face. Then he raised his foot and kicked Zhang Qinghe directly on the back with a bang.
"Woke up!"
"You drunkard! If you keep drinking like this, sooner or later, you will drink yourself to death!"
"Get up quickly!"
After three kicks in a row, Fatty Li stopped his hand with a look of hatred on his face, while the other six disciples and deacons also looked at him with indignation, wishing they could see through Zhang Qinghe.
"Huh? Who called me? Want me to... drink?"
Zhang Qinghe seemed to be reminded by Fatty Li's Sanjiao. He opened his muddy and confused eyes and muttered to himself in a confused manner. This look immediately made the other seven deacons very angry.
"New disciple Ye Wuque, please join Xuanmai!"
"Deacon Zhang, please make it happen!"
Ye Wuque on the side said these two sentences for the third time.
Zhang Qinghe seemed to be still a little confused. After blinking his eyes and regaining some clarity, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Ye Wuque who was standing aside.
"ah?"
Then he stumbled up and stood up, smelling of alcohol. He subconsciously took a sip of wine and then looked at Ye Wuque in confusion and said, "You, you want to join Xuanmai?"
It seemed that Zhang Qinghe was also very shocked by Ye Wuque's choice.
"That's right."
Ye Wuque expressed his stance again.
"Are you sure?"
Zhang Qinghe paused and asked again, as if he thought he was hearing hallucinations.
"Deacon Zhang, please make it happen."
"Then...okay! Hiccup..."
After a wine burp, Zhang Qinghe seemed to be sober again. He was just minding his own business, holding the wine jar. Under the envious and jealous eyes of the disciples and deacons, he pointed at the stone wall at the end of the hall and said to Ye Wuque.
: "Just leave your name on the stone wall, just in the column of the mysterious veins."
To be continued...