"It's true that he doesn't know how to drink, but my sister has a good drinking capacity, so let me do it for you~"
Yan Jiujiao smiled and took Fang Cihang's wine glass, but when she was about to pick up the food, she was suddenly slapped by Yan Jiu.
"Please ask this sister Qinglian to bring you another pair of chopsticks!"
"Why?"
Alian asked in confusion.
"Because his body is full of poison."
It was Qingyun who spoke, and this also attracted everyone's attention, and asked in unison:
"how do you know?"
"Hey, intuition."
The young master chuckled, but Fang Cihang's eyes were shining brightly.
Qingyun did not dwell on the matter of "poison", but instead asked the two idlers for advice on various issues in the sect.
It wasn't until he communicated with these two old students that he realized how important credits were in Zhijing Cave.
"It was said before that Zhijing Dongtian is a model that combines a school and a sect, so everything from academic promotion to daily life is based on credits. The role of spiritual stones is very limited, or in a closed small world. Spiritual stones are far less valuable than credits.”
Finally looking at the soup still simmering in the pot, Long Fushi came to Qingyun's side, looking like a virtuous wife, but after hearing Yan Jiu's words, she couldn't help but ask :
"Of course I shouldn't question Yan Lao's achievements, but Sister Jiu'er, if we follow this model, the disciples trained by Zhijing Cave Heaven should have no feelings for this place, right?"
"educate."
The person who answered Long Fu's poem was Fang Cihang, but he seemed to never be able to exceed five words in a sentence.
"educate?"
These two words made even the little fox who had been eating curiously ask.
"I think what Brother Fang mentioned in detail should be education and education, right?"
Qingyun toasted Fang Cihang from the air.
"Not bad, Takahashi."
Although Fang Cihang was also attracted by the aroma of Long Fushi's superb cooking, his eating appearance was extremely elegant. Of course, this may also be because of the bandages around his mouth.
"Brother Fang really awakened the dreamer with his words. The so-called teaching and educating people must be the first thing taught in this Zhijing Cave is the importance of knowledge, not benefits."
Long Fu Shi said with emotion.
"But I think another reason is that they mainly teach Nai Dan Dao. If they were replaced by other advanced Xuan Gong techniques, they might not be able to achieve today's achievements."
Yan Jiu smiled affectionately at Qingyun in front of Long Fushi, and then drank another drink for Fang Cihang. His expression remained unchanged without using his spiritual power. The amount of alcohol he drank was beyond imagination.
"That's true."
"Senior Yan often talks about 'benevolence first, chivalry will succeed'. I admire him, but I still feel that in the cruel world of cultivation, this is simply a beautiful fairy tale."
Yan Jiu drank a glass of wine alone in a rare moment of loneliness, while Qingyun was thoughtful.
Naturally, the two diners were full of praise for Long's skill in writing poems. Even Fang Cihang said more than five words for the first time:
“Delicious, very delicious.”
And Qingyun also discovered that as long as outsiders are around, the little fox's eating habits will become much more restrained. Even though he keeps eating, he is not so gluttonous anymore.
In fact, this also means that to a certain extent, the little fox did not regard Long Fushi as an outsider from the beginning.
As the saying goes, you should take advantage of someone's shortcomings, and the two neighbors on the left and right knew almost everything about the young master's problems.
But what made him vomit blood while chatting was that it turned out that the "Brother Wu" the three of them had met outside the door was not an old student of more than ten years, but a freshman who was more than ten days ahead of him.
Because of his skinny body and weak cultivation in the Hundred Meridians Realm, he was tricked by his fellow disciples into asking him to be the lead guard. If he could fool a fool into asking him to be his eldest brother, he would be let in. .
After hearing this, even Long Fushi, who had always been indifferent to emotion and anger, almost laughed out loud. The little fox also suppressed his pretty face to turn red. Only Qingyun's face glowed with a permeating green light.
The only thing that made me feel somewhat gratified about this enrollment was that although Zhijing Dongtian basically let Jiangyundong fend for itself, the courses he arranged were not sloppy at all.
And fortunately, although Jiangyundong does not have a formal grade-level class, their courses have a fixed time and difficulty.
In other words, everyone can choose the content they want to learn according to the starting time of the class. As for whether they can understand it or not, it is none of the business of those arrogant high-level alchemists.
After all, if it weren't for the knife resting on the neck, no one would be willing to come to Jiangyundong to teach.
The Yuan Hua realm monks had obviously gone away from grain, but Yan Jiu and Fang Cihang were like evil ghosts who hadn't eaten in hundreds of years. After cleaning up all the food, Long Fushi had no choice but to add several more dishes, and then he was full.
Yan Jiu was so excited that his cheeks turned red and he couldn't help himself. Looking at the young master's unparalleled handsome face, his eyes gleamed.
"Tell me, handsome boy, what's your name?"
"Sister Jiu'er, you drank too much. My name is Qingyun."
"Qingyun~Qingyun~Why does it sound more and more pleasant to my ears~"
As they talked, Yan Jiu would have sat on Qingyun's lap if Alian hadn't stopped her. In the end, she was so drunk that she had to be helped back to the house by Fang Cihang.
Although the bandaged man didn't talk much and seemed unsophisticated, Qingyun felt that this man was a real person, so he couldn't help but say:
"Brother Fang, I don't know if you are practicing poison skills or refining poison elixirs, but I want to say something. Feeding poison to your body may advance quickly, but there will be backlash one day. Brother Fang, please be careful. .”
As soon as these words came out, Fang Cihang's body trembled, and Alian and Long Fushi were shocked at the same time, thinking that the other party wanted to take action.
Unexpectedly, Qingyun stretched out his hand to stop him, and after taking a deep look at this young and shameless young man, Fang Cihang used his unique cigarette voice to ask the original question again.
"how do you know?"
"What do you think?"
Qingyun asked instead without answering.
"Thank you for your concern."
Nodding slightly, Fang Cihang put on a bamboo hat, covering the bandage on his entire face, and quietly carried the drunken Yan Jiu away.
After the little fox closed the door, Long Fushi, also under the influence of alcohol, stretched out his hands from behind his cloak, sat with his chest crossed, and stared at Qingyun.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The young master felt his heart tremble when he looked at her with a look that was three parts scrutinizing, one part coquettish, and one part reproachful.
"Qingyun, I ask you, please tell me the truth."
"good."
"Do you only like that... that..."
"What kind of thing?"
"That kind of plump woman?"
"What?"
Not to mention Qingyun, even Alian was dumbfounded by Long Fushi's words.
"I know I'm a little weak, but it's not something I can't make up for. You...you humiliated me with your body in the jade mine, and now that you see Yan Jiu with his bulging front and back, it feels like he has lost his soul. me…"
While talking, Long Fushi actually wiped away tears. Before the two of them could react, she was already sobbing.
The young master had never seen Long Fushi cry before. Even when he was almost chopped into pieces by Wan Congfang, Long Fushi never shed a tear, so now this battle suddenly left him at a loss.
Moreover, Long Fushi's words also made the little fox look straight at Qingyun, and then looked down at himself. While he was secretly relieved, there was also confusion in his eyes.
"Hey, it's not what you think! This... this... this Yan Jiu must be from Ninghua Tower!"
"What? Ninghua Tower? Qingyun you!"
When he heard the words Ninghua Tower, Long Fushi was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of shame and anger.
"I really misjudged you Qingyun! I am so sincere for you...you...you actually..."
"Yunlang, I'm not telling you. As a man, it's okay to go to a famous romantic place like Ninghua Tower occasionally, but you don't have to be so obsessed with it, right? I'm a little angry."
The little fox also accused with a look of resentment.
"Damn it, where are you thinking? I have never been to Yunzhou in my life, let alone Ninghua Tower. I mean she and my eldest sister are from the same school! Eldest sister! Xiao Luoyi!"
After saying that, the young man quickly sat next to Long Fushi, who was moaning endlessly, and kept wiping his tears.
He especially hated to see a woman cry, let alone this delicate dragon writing poems.
"Xiao Luoyi? Xiao Luoyi is a disciple of Ninghua Tower?"
Long Fushi didn't want Qingyun to rely on him, but after hearing these words, she was stunned again, and then she seemed to remember something, and said in shock:
"Xiao Xiao Luo Yu Yi Ye Zhou? Is this Xiao Luoyi, one of the Four Immortals of the past?"
"Exactly!"
Qingyun nodded quickly.
"No wonder I always feel that this name is so familiar. She is not...is...I'm sorry, Qingyun."
The smart Long Fushi immediately understood why Qingyun was so rude just now, but while holding back his tears, he thought that he was once again entangled because of his body problem, and the blush on his face became even more intoxicating.
"Why…"
After a long sigh, Qingyun stared at the messy cups and plates on the table without saying a word.
"Yunlang..."
Thinking that he had touched Qingyun's sadness, Long Fushi became a little embarrassed. Seeing this, Alian called out softly.
"Hey, I have always been the only one who has failed others. How have you ever failed me?"
Standing up sadly, Qingyun began to take the initiative to clear the table.
"Leave it alone, Yun Lang, let me do it."
"It's okay, you guys are tired from work, drink some wine and I'll just warm up."
Qingyun winked at Long Fushi, who was still nervous, and joked:
"Actually, it's not bad at all. At least you can save some clothing material."
"A flat river? Hahahahaha~"
The little fox laughed out loud at the four-character idiom Qingyun, while Long Fushi burst into tears and laughed, patting Qingyun angrily without embarrassing Alian.
"How did you know that Yan Jiu is from Ninghua Building?"
After finally confirming that Qingyun was not a womanizer who was interested in her figure, Long Fushi also quickly got up to help clear the dishes, but she was pushed down on the chair by the young master.
"You guys rest! Let me come!"
"But because of that kitschy powdery scent on her body?"
the little fox asked curiously.
"No, because I can feel that the faint coldness on her body is exactly the same as that of the eldest sister. She has practiced the secret technique given to Ninghua Tower by the Juexian Sect, the Mingyu Bingqing Divine Art."
Qingyun shook his head and explained.
