My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"We'd better wait for the Lord Envoy." Qing Fan and several other Changfeng Sect disciples deliberated for a while before replying.

They also knew that if they could learn something from Mo Qingqiu's notebooks, it might be better than his personal guidance. However, the longer they get along with Gu Fenghua and others, the more clearly they see their own shortcomings. They know that they have too little experience and insufficient tempering, so their understanding is far inferior to that of Gu Fenghua and others. I am afraid it will be difficult to learn from these handbooks. If you have gained too much, you may still get lost in it, and you don’t know how to continue practicing in the future.

It is certainly a pity to encounter Baoshan and return empty-handed, but it is an even greater pity to be too greedy and overestimate your own abilities, and eventually get lost and never get out.

"That's fine." Gu Fenghua nodded and said. She was also worried that Qin Haofang and others were not experienced enough, and reading Mo Qingqiu's manuscripts too early might harm them, so she did not force it.

"Junhou, where are you?" Gu Fenghua asked Tang Junhou again.

"You go ahead, I'll take a look around." Tang Junhou said, looking around.

"Going around?" Gu Fenghua and others looked at him strangely.

What an honor it would be to receive personal guidance from Lord Envoy. If they weren't secretly worried about Ye Yunji's affairs, they would probably be so excited that they couldn't control themselves. This guy actually still has the mind to wander around?

"The old man's cultivation is ordinary in my opinion. It's just that big of a deal. I think back then, my master of the Yelang Sect was the best in the world. Even Xuanji Sage Lord didn't dare to take the initiative. What can he give me some advice? ? These houses are in good repair, I'll take a good look at them and have them repair a few when I get back." Tang Junhou said disdainfully.

Looking at his arrogant and smug look, Gu Fenghua and others had a few more black lines on their foreheads: Please, others respect their status and don't want to be as familiar with you as the Yelang Sect. You are still the best in the world. Can you have some self-awareness? ah?

"Oh, why did such a nice house fall into his hands? He couldn't bear to repair it even if he saw how dilapidated it was. He told me that he had no money to borrow from me, but he still refused to ask. He wanted to save face and suffer the consequences. ..." As Tang Junhou said this, he put his hands behind his back and started to wander unsteadily with a figure-eight step.

As he walked, he muttered, and his tone was full of contempt for Mo Qingqiu.

Gu Fenghua and others looked at each other and wiped their foreheads together: I'm really worried. If you continue to talk nonsense like this, this guy will be beaten to death by Lord Jun one day.

This is the difference between those who have eyesight and those who have no eyesight. Their worries are exactly the same as the thoughts that Master Junshi has arisen time and again and suppressed forcibly again and again.

Not to mention Mo Qingqiu, listening to the monkey's extremely disrespectful comments about Lord Jun and seeing his arrogant way of shaking his head, even Qing Fan, who is kind-hearted and soft-hearted, even Mo Qingqiu couldn't stand it, slapped him in the face The urge to slap him to death.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. You can study it yourself. I'll come back in a few days." After sending Gu Fenghua and others to the side courtyard, Qing Fan turned and left.

Just as I turned the corner of the courtyard, I saw the figure of Master.

"Master..." Qing Fan immediately greeted him.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Mo Qingqiu made a silent gesture and said nervously.

If others saw the nervousness on his face, they would be surprised, and their hearts would probably be high because of this. This is Lord Junshi, one of the most powerful men in the Wuji Holy Heaven. What happened? Was it the sky falling or the ground sinking that made him so nervous?

"Master, why are you here? Where are those sect disciples?" Qing Fan asked in a low voice.