Chapter 11 This Snowfall Peak is a little different
Author: Yan Xiaohe
Chapter 11 This Snowfall Peak is a little different
Sang Luo went up the mountain once two years ago. Even though he used spiritual energy to protect his body, he was still terribly cold. I really don't know how Master could stay there.
Halfway up the mountainside, which is rich in spiritual energy, there are two small wooden houses built. There are many cabbages and radishes planted outside. If you don't look carefully, you would think it is a small farmyard.
"Sister, you are back!"
A young man in Tsing Yi wearing a floral apron emerged from the kitchen, grinning with eight standard white teeth.
"I made cabbage and tofu soup, would you like some?"
Sang Luo smelled it and his eyes lit up instantly.
"Did you add meat?"
"yes!"
Song Qingyun shook the spoon in his hand and happily shared it with Sang Luo.
"I'm very lucky today. When I came out of the secret realm, I encountered a wild boar pretending to be dead on a tree. Senior sister, we have our rations for this month!"
Since Master went into seclusion, he and his senior sister have been in a state of depression for a long time.
"Hey, are there guests?"
When he saw Chu Yanshu behind Sang Luo, Song Qingyun paused for a moment, his big eyes blinking, revealing a clear dullness.
This is the first time that my senior sister has taken a man up the mountain.
Could it be... He scanned the two of them with his eyes and was very sure that this was what his senior sister was eating.
So, Song Qingyun rolled his eyes and smiled kindly at Chu Yanshu,
"Hello, this is the first time for my senior sister to bring a monk home. You must be very important to her."
Chu Yanshu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and looked at Sang Luo beside him.
Sang Luo gritted his teeth and hit Song Qingyun on the head with his fist.
"If you can't speak, don't speak. He is Master Changluo's new disciple."
Song Qingyun touched his head, but his eyes began to shine.
"Uncle Changluo's disciple, then do I have a younger junior brother?!"
The young man wearing a floral apron leaned towards Sang Luo, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as clear as a husky's, and his bright eyes fell on Chu Yanshu behind him.
Among the three great gods of Xuanyuan Sect, one is a homeboy and the other is a homegirl. They don't go out all day long. Su Changluo is very selective and refuses to accept casual disciples. Therefore, no new disciples have come in for a long time since Song Qingyun entered the school one after another.
Already.
Song Qingyun, an idiot, has always looked forward to becoming his senior brother.
At this moment, seeing Chu Yanshu, he was so excited that his mouth watered. After being reserved for less than three seconds, he rushed forward and hooked the young man's shoulder.
"This is the Sixth Junior Brother, come on, come on, Senior Brother will invite you to join the group of direct disciples!"
Sang Luo looked at the enthusiastic Song Qingyun and couldn't help but think of the ending in his book——
[On the battlefield between gods and demons, the long sword in Chu Yanshu's hand was stained with blood, and it penetrated Song Qingyun's body directly. A natural sword bone? Nothing more than that! Song Qingyun lost his strength and fell into the mud, half of his face sank into the mud, and he died with his eyes closed.]
She suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the original work. In the book, they all seemed to be simply bad, and they were made stupid and bad by the male protagonist.
But after so many years in Xuanyuan Sect, she felt that the people around her were very nice, especially her junior brother.
"Ding dong!"
A notification sound came from the spiritual jade, interrupting Sang Luo's thoughts.
A message came from the group of direct disciples——
"Ninety-eight fresh Spirit-Gathering Grasses were brought into the group chat by an mediocre kendo genius."
Song Qingyun: "Let me introduce you, this is Junior Brother, Junior Uncle Changluo's new disciple!"
Ding ding dong, my junior brother is online, asking for votes