Qianyin looked at the square deeply, abandoned the transmission of spiritual consciousness, and suddenly said slowly in a very vicissitudes of tone: "Master, I have read a book recently. There are some things in it, but my disciple really doesn't understand."

"Why don't you come and ask me?"

"The disciple has been thinking about it, but never overcomes the psychological barrier."

Chonghua lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, holding the teacup and shook his hand. Because he suddenly thought that one night, the fourteen-year-old Qianyin ran to his room excitedly, holding a book with beautiful covers on his hand, and asked glutinously: "Master, this book is so strange, and he teaches people how to take off their clothes at the beginning!"

At that time, Chonghua was authentically sipping the century-old peach blossom wine brewed by his beloved disciple Dongfang, looking at the page she opened. On the page, a man was dressing a woman with a loose dress, with a note on the side, explaining how to take off her clothes more beautifully, faster and more unconsciously... The cold and precious immortal lord sprayed Qianyin with a mouthful of wine and looked full of curiosity...

He pulled his thoughts back at the right time. Looking at Qianyin's expression that day, the Immortal Lord's forehead was leaping with fire, and his tone was a little low and forbearable: "What book are you reading?"

Qianyin was wondering why Xuan Qi hadn't flew back yet. When he heard Chonghua's question, he couldn't help but blurted out: "It's called Chungong."

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"

There was a sound of water spraying on the rostrum. Chonghua's heart, which had not changed in nearly ten thousand years, suddenly seemed like a black cloud covering him, almost squeezed out from his teeth, saying: "Where did you find it?"

I clearly remember that I burned all the books collected from Tiannan and Dongfang in the library. Where did she come from?

Qianyin finally realized something was wrong, but she answered truthfully: "Under the bed in the second senior brother's room."

"..." Chonghua closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Qianyin...that book is not allowed to be read again in the future!"

"Why?" Qianyin looked at the faces of everyone, whether green, red, white or black, and said in a naive manner: "It is true that the characters in the book are not vivid enough, but compared to the boring magic, the disciple really finds it very interesting."

She was immersed in her own world and did not see the dark clouds rolling in Chonghua's dark eyes.

"Well, my senior brother has a sigh in the book. I still remember it clearly: I think that the Nine Heavens Xuannv is extremely charming. If I can fight with him, I will offend his crimes and die without hesitation."

"So my disciple thought that the things contained in the book must be beyond the pleasure of practice. I just don't know the details, so I especially want to give it a try." She turned her head and looked at Chonghua, blinked her black eyes, thought of the men and women who met frankly in the book, and also thought of Chonghua and herself, and said in extreme shyness but sincerely: "Master, I, I want to offend!"

silence!

The people in the square didn't know why the rostrum was strangely quiet, but they all felt the abnormal aura and became silent.

Thunder suddenly came from thousands of miles altitude, and the rain as big as beans came down.

The disciples scattered, but the elders on the rostrum remained as still as sculptures, staring at the innocent girl with shocked eyes.

The raindrops spread around them, without a single drop splashing on their clothes. The whole scene was silent and even the sound of breathing was clearly heard.

‘Boom!’ A thunder broke through the sky!

"Qianyin." As the sound of rain spreads, Chonghua finally spoke, his voice calmly: "If you speak like this in the future, I will expel you from the sect if you are so unrestrained!"
Chapter completed!