After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

Chapter 11 This Xuefeng is a bit different

Sang Luo went up to the mountain once two years ago, and even with spiritual energy to protect her body, it was still terribly cold. I really don't know how Master stayed there.

Halfway up the mountain full of aura, there are two small wooden houses, and a lot of cabbage and radishes are planted outside. If you don't look carefully, you may think it is a small farmyard.

"Senior sister, you are back!"

A young man in green clothes wearing a calico apron emerged from the kitchen, grinning with eight standard white teeth,
"I made cabbage tofu soup, would you like some?"

Sang Luo smelled it, her eyes lit up instantly,
"Have you put the meat in?"

"Yup!"

Song Qingyun shook the spoon in his hand shyly, and happily shared it with Sang Luo,
"I'm very lucky today. When I came out of the small secret realm, I encountered a wild boar pretending to be dead on a tree. Senior sister, we have our rations for this month!"

Ever since the master retreated, both he and his senior sister have had a lack of water for a long time.

"Hey, are there any guests?"

When he saw Chu Yanshu behind Sang Luo, Song Qingyun paused for a moment, blinking his big eyes, revealing a clear dullness.

This is the first time that the senior sister has brought a man up the mountain.

Could it be... He swept his eyes over the two of them, and he was very sure that his senior sister was eating this one.

So, Song Qingyun rolled his eyes and showed a kind smile at Chu Yanshu,
"Hi, it's the first time for my senior sister to bring a male monk home. You must be very important to her."

Chu Yanshu slightly raised his eyebrows, and looked at Sang Luo beside him.

Sang Luo gritted her teeth, and punched Song Qingyun on the head with one fist,
"If you can't talk, don't talk. He is the new disciple of Master Chang Luo."

Song Qingyun touched his head, but his eyes started to shine,
"Uncle Changluo's disciple, then do I have a junior brother?!"

The young man in a floral apron leaned closer to Sang Luo, with a husky-like curiosity shining in his eyes, and his piercing eyes fell on Chu Yanshu behind him.

The three great gods of Xuanyuanzong, a nerd and a nerd, don’t go out all day, and Su Changluo is very picky and refuses to accept disciples casually. Therefore, since Song Qingyun entered the door successively, it has been a long time since new disciples came in. up.

Song Qingyun, the Erha, has been looking forward to becoming a senior brother.

At this moment, when I saw Chu Yanshu, I was so excited that my saliva was about to flow down. After holding back for less than three seconds, I rushed forward, hooked the young man's shoulder,
"This is the Sixth Junior Brother, come on, come on, Senior Brother will pull you into the group of personal disciples!"

Sang Luo looked at the enthusiastic Song Qingyun, and couldn't help but think of the ending in his book——

[On the battlefield of gods and demons, the long sword in Chu Yanshu's hand was stained with blood, and directly pierced Song Qingyun's body.Born with sword bones?But that's all!Song Qingyun lost his strength and fell into the mud, with half of his face sunk in the mud, dying with regret. 】

She suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the original book. In the book, they seemed to be purely bad, and against the background of the male lead, they were stupid and bad.

But after being in Xuanyuanzong for so many years, she felt that everyone around her was very nice, especially her junior brother.

"Ding dong!"

The reminder sound from Lingyu interrupted Sang Luo's thoughts.

There was a message from the group of personal disciples——

"Fresh Juling Grass 98 was pulled into the group chat by a mediocre kendo genius."

Song Qingyun: "Let me introduce, this is my junior brother, the new disciple of Master Chang Luo!"

　Ding ding dong, the junior brother is online, asking for tickets
　　
　
(End of this chapter)