Zhao Yisu: "This is my home. Don't you know how to knock on the door when you come?"
Jiang Yunchen snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the barrier he had just opened closed again.
Someone recognized him and quickly took the lead in saluting: "I've met Uncle Jiang."
Only then did the others come back to their senses and call out: "I've seen Uncle Jiang."
Jiang Yunchen ignored them and sat comfortably on Zhao Yisu's chair. He wanted to pour himself a cup of tea, but found that the teapot was empty and frowned slightly.
Zhao Yisu was in a hurry to catch up with the guests: "Didn't you see I have a guest here? If you want to have tea, go out and look for it, I don't have one here!"
Jiang Yunchen continued to be indifferent and snapped his fingers again.
So the teapot turned into fresh and warm tea, and the tea leaves in the cabinet automatically floated into the teacup under the command of his magic. He brewed it for himself with hot water.
Zhao Yisu: "..." How did you know there was tea in my cabinet? That was finally stolen from Li Hantian's territory. I haven't even drank it twice myself. I'm giving you an advantage!
There was no other way, she still wanted to work hard to maintain her image in front of ten handsome men.
Seeing that she couldn't drive Jiang Yunchen away, she could only turn around and say to everyone, "Just pretend he doesn't exist."
Fang Xuan'an nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiang's appearance is astonishing. It seems a bit difficult to make us pretend that he doesn't exist."
After saying this, Zhao Yisu noticed that Jiang Yunchen's face was indeed a bit too much.
She carefully selected the ten beautiful men and was astonishing to them, but as soon as Jiang Yunchen arrived, he immediately compared all the beautiful men to passing clouds, making it difficult to leave an impression.
Zhao Yisu was used to looking at him. He had long forgotten how amazed he was when he first met him. Now it seemed that the more he looked at him, the more...
"Gudu."
The sound of swallowing saliva clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
It's not that Zhao Yisu is hopeless, it's because the monk's hearing is so good that she swears she really wants to swallow her saliva quietly.
"Um, your face looks easy to touch, is it natural?" In order to break the embarrassment, she obviously asked a more embarrassing question.
Jiang Yunchen raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at her neck with sharp eyes: "Your neck looks easy to kill. Is it native?"
Zhao Yisu: "Pretend I didn't say anything!!!" He covered his neck and hid behind a row of handsome men.
The ten handsome men looked at each other, but who took the lead and said: "I think we are a bit redundant, how about we go first?"
"Look at what you said, hey, hey, hey, hey, it's very humorous. He is the one who is superfluous. Let's ignore him and talk about business!" Zhao Yisu said softly and directed everyone to turn around and face Jiang Yunchen, so as not to Seeing his face from the front destroyed everyone's self-confidence.
"That's right, I came to you to form an idol boy group... You don't understand, right? Let me explain it to you."
Zhao Yisu thought for a moment: "For example, in our world of cultivating immortals, Fuxi Mountain is the most famous sect. Countless disciples come here because of its name, and are willing to do everything they can to get into Fuxi Mountain. We can say that Fuxi Mountain is the benchmark and model among the sects of cultivating immortals. , and the famous genius disciple on Fuxi Mountain is everyone’s idol, and everyone wants to follow the idol’s footsteps and do better step by step.”
Seeing that everyone seemed to understand, Zhao Yisu added, "Come on, tell me if you have anyone you admire on the road to becoming an immortal? Speak freely! Fang Xuan'an, you come first."
Fang Xuan'an thought for a while and said honestly: "I am not interested in cultivating immortals. I am just obsessed with dancing skills. I heard that cultivating immortals can make the body strong and the bones are beautiful. In order to complete more difficult dance moves, I joined in. Fuxi Mountain. I respect Mr. Huaimeng in terms of dance skills. He is a rare male dancer in the world. He once knocked on the door of the palace with a fan dance. I am ashamed to say that I have been practicing hard for decades, and I am afraid I still can’t do it. Not half as handsome as Mr. Huaimeng."
He Zhenyin's eyes lit up when he heard him talking about Mr. Huaimeng. At this moment, he couldn't help but interjected: "I was also fortunate enough to see Mr. Huaimeng's dance, and it was indeed amazing! But Brother Xuan'an, why do you have to Too modest, in my opinion, your dancing skills have already surpassed his."
"Don't dare." Fang Xuan'an's voice was quite excited: "I have been in Fuxi Mountain for so many years, but I didn't know that one of the second-grade disciples has my close friend, Brother Zhensheng, it's so late to meet him!"
He Zhenyin said: "You don't know something. When I first started practicing the piano, the piano player I admired the most was named Fei Wei. Although she was a woman, the sound of the piano was always as clear as the blue sky and the wind and rain in the mountains and rivers! The kind of mind she had when playing the piano was so different from that of Fei Wei. Even after decades of hard training, I can't match her spirit. I once thought that Mr. Fei Wei was particularly good at writing about the world with the sound of the piano, but then I met her dubbing the fan dance of Prince Huai Meng. I burst into tears on the spot, so I couldn't help but suddenly play the piano while you were dancing. Brother Xuan'an, do you understand me?"
"I understand, I understand, I understand!!!" Fang Xuan'an nodded like a fool, and the two of them almost jumped up while holding each other's hands.
That excited look was no different from that of a star-chasing girl.
Zhao Yisu suppressed a smile: "I didn't enter Fuxi Mountain for cultivation, but you two are honest."
Who said: "There are so many monks in the world, and they all talk about saving the common people. How boring is that?"
Zhao Yisu followed the trend and said, "Just tell me, who do you admire?"
The corners of the mouth under the mask were slightly curved: "I only worship myself."
Everyone: "..." There was silence.
Who: "What? Have you ever seen someone with more beautiful painting skills than me? Call him out and compare with me!"
Everyone: "..." There was even more silence. Because I really can't find it.
Zhao Yisu: "Okay, okay! I just like your confident and narcissistic look! Does anyone else have anything to say?"
At this time, a monk raised his hand: "I came to Fuxi Mountain for Master Jiang."
Zhao Yisu: "Jiang... Yun Chen?"
The disciple who raised his hand is called Yulong, and he is the youngest among all the disciples who participated in the election. He is currently in the second rank and has only been in Fuxi Mountain for six years. He was able to reach the second level in six years, which was already considered an extraordinary speed among ordinary disciples. Therefore, even though he was young, no one in the ten-man team dared to underestimate him.
Yulong: "I am from Danyan City. Danyan City is close to the Kunlun Sect. I originally wanted to join Kunlun, but it happened to be the time when Fuxi Mountain recruits new people every ten years. The immortal master said that all the innate spiritual bodies joined Fuxi Mountain, which proves that Fuxi Mountain is the most suitable choice for geniuses, so I came here. It’s just that Master Jiang rarely shows up, and this is the first time I have the honor to see him."
Zhao Yisu: "Ha, I hope it doesn't break your fantasy about idols."
"How could it be?" Yulong said seriously: "Master Jiang's appearance of dragon, Zhang and phoenix is unparalleled in the world. It is said that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. If I can see Master Jiang today, I will know that I will have no regrets in this life or death." That’s it.”
Jiang Yunchen choked on his drink because he couldn't hold back the rainbow fart: "...cough."
Appreciating Zhao Yisu in the embarrassment of Jiang Yunchen: "... 噗." Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Talent! Talent! It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Jiang Yunchen say something embarrassing. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no one has discovered this talent earlier!
The problem was that Yulong didn't notice anything was wrong. He said what he said sincerely, so there was an obvious question mark on Jiang Yunchen and Zhao Yisu's performance.
At this moment, the man standing next to Yulong answered: "I, Ni Zhifeng, am here for Uncle Zhao."
Zhao Yisu: "..." Because he had a premonition of something bad, his smile stopped abruptly.
