"No, no, really no, you believe me."
Sonny's expression was cold: "It's best this way."
"By the way, little sparrow, my name is Cen Sang'er, Cen Shang, no, Cen Xiaojiu's biological sister. It's early anyway, why don't I tell you their story?"
Sparrow always remembers the antidote: "Wait a minute, the antidote hasn't been given yet."
"Antidote? There is no antidote. They were just hit by the ecstasy powder and they should wake up in a while."
Ma Yongzi said firmly: "Is everything you said true? Don't lie to me."
"Why should I lie to you?"
"...Okay, then you go ahead and tell me."
From Cen Sang'er's mouth, Ma Qiaozi learned such a story.
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Once upon a time, there was a sect named Lingyun.
This sect is famous for its swords, and its ancestors have been swordsmanship wizards for generations.
One day, the sect leader brought back a young man covered in blood.
The boy looked about ten years old, and his face was still a bit immature, but his eyes were surprisingly cold, completely unlike those he should have at this age.
The next day, the sect leader called all the sect disciples together and announced that he would accept the young man as his first disciple. As soon as this statement came out, the disciples immediately started talking.
"What is this young man's background? He became the first disciple on the first day he joined our sect."
"Who knows? Maybe it's a rich man's noble son who paid to become the chief disciple."
"Don't say that. Our sect master has always treated everyone equally and is honest and upright. You can't get rid of him with money."
"Oh, that might be an appearance! He looks like this on the outside, but do you know what he is thinking in his heart? You are not the roundworm in his stomach."
"makes sense."
The young man was not deaf, so he naturally heard these words.
He said nothing and lowered his head silently.
The sect leader noticed his behavior, touched his head, and smiled helplessly: "They just like to gossip and can't stop them."
The young man pretended to be indifferent: "It's okay."
"By the way, what's your name?" The sect leader remembered that he hadn't asked the boy his name yet, so he asked.
The young man replied: "Cen Shang."
"Cen Shang, Cen Shang, that's a good name." The sect leader touched his beard, chanted the boy's name repeatedly, and sighed, "It's a pity that he is also a poor boy."
is not that right?
Cen Shang's family encountered a gangster, his parents were killed, and his sister rolled down a cliff while escaping. Her life or death is unknown. Cen Shang fought one against three and finally killed the three villains and avenged his parents.
The passing sect leader saw the bloody spirit and strong strength in him and decided to accept him as his first disciple.
At first, the young man was very stubborn and said he did not want to become a disciple, but only wanted to find his sister.
But how could the sect leader let go of this good young talent so easily? After the sect master's good words, Cen Shang was shaken and chose to go back with the sect master first to make himself strong enough before going down the mountain to find his sister.
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There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
The four seasons are always changing silently throughout the year, and Cen Shang grows up little by little.
One morning, a rooster crows.
Cen Shang got up from the bed and went to the forbidden area to practice his sword.
After practicing for a while, I noticed someone nearby.
"who?"
A sword thrust through.
The green grass was forced to fall to both sides by the sharp sword energy, and a furry little head appeared in front of Cen Shang.
Cen Shang quickly turned his wrist and pointed the hilt of the sword towards the little head.
"Who are you?" Cen Shang asked with some curiosity.
The place where he practices swordsmanship is a restricted area of the sect. No disciple is allowed to enter without the permission of the sect master. How did this little guy get in?
"Wow--"
Cried.
Cen Shang was a little at a loss by this move: "Don't cry, I will give you whatever you want."
"Really?" The little guy stopped crying and stared at Cen Shang with tearful eyes.
"real."
"Then give me money, you almost hurt me."
Cen Shang readily agreed: "Okay, how much do you want?"
"A little bit."
It wasn't until the little guy took away his entire bag of money that Cen Shang understood what a billion points meant.
As soon as he got the money, the little guy stopped crying and ran away, faster than a rabbit.
What a money-loving and cunning little fox.
Cen Shang commented on the little guy in his heart.
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A month later, the little guy came again, this time bringing a lot of food to Cen Shang.
Cen Shang has a good taste.
After a hearty meal, the little guy stretched out his hand and tilted his head: "There is no free meal in the world, so give me money."
Cen Shang: "..."
Sure enough, he is still the familiar money-obsessed little fox.
Cen Shang obediently handed the money to the little guy: "By the way, what's your name? Did you sneak into the forbidden area?"
"Yan Wu Zhiyun." The little guy blinked and replied, making a "shh" gesture, "She sneaked in. Don't tell the elders."
"No." Cen Shang is not the kind of person who likes to make small reports, so he answered firmly.
"That's good, that's good." Yan Wu Zhiyun touched her heart and sneaked into the forbidden area. It was a serious crime and she would be punished with a board and an additional week of confinement.
Yan Wu Zhiyun thought for a while and said, "I told you my name, so shouldn't you also tell me yours?"
"Cen Shang."
"What a nice name."
"Thank you." Cen Shang didn't dare to say anything, for fear that his money would be inadvertently defrauded by this little guy again.
"Can I come and play with you every day from now on?"
Cen Shang took a look at Yan Wu Zhiyun's dress and judged that she was an outer disciple.
But don’t the outer disciples all come together in groups? How come she doesn't have a playmate?
Out of politeness, I asked: "Why?"
"Because you are good-looking, much better than those crooked melons and cracked dates." Yan Wu Zhiyun's words were not tactful at all. Cen Shang's face turned red at this moment, and he turned his head away from looking at her.
Yan Wu Zhiyun didn't understand why Cen Shang didn't dare to look at her head-on: "Why don't you want to look at me? I'm telling the truth."
"I know." After Cen Shang finished speaking, he slowly turned his head, "You know? Your words are a bit easy to misunderstand."
"Ah? Is there any?" Yan Wu Zhiyun held her chin in her hands, her face full of doubts.
What a flirty little fool.
well.
"have."
Yan Wu Zhiyun heard Cen Shang sigh: "Why are you sighing?"
"unimportant."
"Oh." Yan Wu Zhiyun pouted, "So, can I come and play with you every day?"
"No." Cen Shang wanted to practice sword practice, but he refused immediately.
"Okay." Yan Wu Zhiyun sniffed, tears glistening in her eyes, "It seems you dislike me."
"That's not what I meant." Seeing that Wu Zhiyun was about to cry again, Cen Shang quickly waved his hands, "If you are not afraid of trouble, you can come every day."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"of course it's true."
"Okay!" Yan Wu Zhiyun jumped three feet high and stretched out her hand, "Then I'll give you a high five."
"Can."
Crisp applause sounded.
"Snapped--"
