This master brother is not right

Let’s turn the lens to Hehuanzong.

The time was one month ago, the day when Yin Ping’er was brought back by Liang Tianxiang.

On that day, the atmosphere of the entire Hehuan Sect was very depressed.

In the Great Hall of Bliss, Yin Ping’er knelt on the ground, calmly and slowly telling what happened to her.

After a long silence.

Sitting at the top, Qu Zhiyin, the master of the Hehuan Sect, silently looked at his most important disciple: “Then why does Qi Tian have rouge sweat? Why doesn’t he touch you or kill you?”

Yin Ping’er gritted her teeth tightly: “Maybe he disdains…”

“Oh, disdain?”

Qu Zhiyin said lightly: “I think that sword body is interesting to you. Ping’er thinks, can he be used by Hehuan? With the help of such a person, I will be the leader of the Six Schools within a thousand years~!”

“That man is as cunning as a fox, with a firm mind-.”

Yin Ping’er was silent for a while, and said softly: “The disciple is like a thorn on his back in front of him. It’s useless to pretend. Not only can’t seduce him, but he often leads him off topic.”

Thinking of the man who dismissed her like a shoe, Yin Ping’er couldn’t help clenching her fists.

That indifferent look.

That indifferent look.

——Acacia witch, you’re too dirty, you can’t even get your turn!

That bastard probably meant that. Yin Ping’er couldn’t help showing anger in her starry eyes.

If she is really a slut who can do her best, then it’s fine.

But obviously she is a serious girl, why should he say that? !

“Your younger brother Wen Ting infiltrated the Burning Yang Sect, and Qing’er also pretended to be himself and handed over several true disciples of Yiyu Sect.”

Qu Zhiyin paused for a moment: “The true disciples of my sect’s generation are progressing smoothly, but you, Ping’er, who is the eldest disciple, have repeatedly disappointed the master.”

Yin Ping’er bowed her head silently, not daring to defend herself.

“Nowadays, you have made many people in the faction deeply dissatisfied, and you have also displeased the teacher. Ping’er, I hope you can do something to make the teacher really happy as soon as possible, and stop being indecisive.”

“……yes.”

Yin Ping’er saluted slightly, and said softly: “Master, Ping’er has made a note, please Rong Ping’er to leave first.”

She covered her face with her sleeves and left.

But everyone in the hall saw that a drop of pearl-like tears was sprinkled in the hall.

After an unusually long silence.

A man’s voice sounded slowly.

“There is already something wrong with the screen.”The male voice with a soft voice snorted: “Although her “Tao Heart Planting Demon” Dafa has advanced, the price is her deep-rooted affection for the innate sword body. I think it is time for the suzerain to consider another successor. Become a big sister.”

“Pinger won’t do it.”

Liang Tianxiang on the side smiled slightly, like a hundred flowers blooming: “I’ve watched her grow up since she was a child, and I know her temperament best. As long as she thinks about it, she will be able to learn from the pain and cut her feelings with a sword.”

“What Elder Liang said is absolutely true.”

The four elders of Fenghua Xueyue also nodded in agreement: “Ping’er’s experience in the world is too short, and she will get lost if she first gets involved in the relationship between a man and a woman. The secret way, even reaching the realm of the suzerain is not impossible, why don’t I wait a little longer?”

But that feminine man’s voice was relentless.

“It’s not that I underestimate Ping’er, it’s just that it’s impossible to easily break through the level of love. Not to mention her, even a genius like the previous suzerain is also fascinated by the level of love, and there is no hope of becoming a god for life.”

“Huh? How dare you be rude to the first teacher?!”

Liang Tianxiang raised her brows upside down: “Wei Bing, you fucking motherfucker! What are you, you dare to make up a master?”

The feminine elder named Wei Bing stagnated for breath.

In the magic way, the position of strength is the position, and the weak prey on the strong.

It is really difficult for him to be tough in front of Liang Tianxiang, who is only in the Nascent Soul realm.

He could only say in a low voice: “Elder Liang calm down, I’m just worried about Ping’er’s situation…”

Liang Tianxiang sneered: “Since when did you Weibing still do personnel work? It’s nothing more than greedy for Ping’er’s virgin red pill, and worried that Qi Tian from Qingyunmen will drink the soup.”

Wei Bing immediately called out his grievances: “Sovereign Master Mingjian! I know that Ping’er’s intensive cultivation of the method of “Tao Xin Planting Demons” requires maintaining the vital yin in order to be diligent. How dare I have such unreasonable thoughts?”

No one here will believe a word of his nonsense.

Who doesn’t know that Wei Bing has been coveting Yin Ping’er?

Qu Zhiyin suddenly said at this time: “Then what does Elder Yiwei mean?”

Wei Bing hurriedly said in a respectful voice: “I just think it’s better for Ping’er to switch to my Acacia orthodoxy as soon as possible! “Tao Heart Planting Demon” is strong but it is against human nature.”

“What’s wrong with the relationship between men and women as long as there is mutual consent? I, He Huan, is an orthodox demon. If I also treat the relationship between men and women like a scourge, what kind of magic do I practice?”

Acacia is originally a big school of dual cultivation of men and women.

Almost all disciples will find a cauldron to practice.

If it weren’t for Yin Ping’er’s natural obsession with cleanliness, keeping herself clean, and having the special method of “Cultivating Demons in the Dao Heart”.

She’s afraid that she doesn’t know what she will look like now.

Wei Bing’s words silenced many people.

Because although they did not agree with the abolition of Senior Sister Yin Ping’er’s position, they also agreed with his statement – if the future head teacher He Huan remains a boy, how will this convince the public?

After a long time.

“Everyone.”

An old voice coughed old-fashionedly.

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The Supreme Elder, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: “I would like to ask, if I recommend Bai Qingqing as the senior sister to lead the younger generation, what do you think?”

A young silver bell-like voice chuckled and said: “Clear and dull, how can you convince the public with no talent or virtue? I’m afraid you will fail the expectations of the Supreme Elder!”

The Supreme Elder asked again: “How about Wen Ting? Do you want to be a senior brother?”

Another young and clear man’s voice said: “How can He De be a senior brother? Master, why don’t you take a two-pronged approach, on the one hand, to see if my sister can break through the emotional barrier, and on the other hand… you can also temporarily pay more attention to Senior Sister Qingqing.” cultivation.

“it is good.”

There is such a step down.

Qu Zhiyin, who was above the high position, responded lightly: “Then, let’s stop here today.”

After she spoke, she remained silent.

Sitting quietly with eyes closed, the breath is deep and unpredictable.

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And everyone in the seat got up one by one, and after making a slight salute, they turned into frightened birds and flew away.

Liang Tianxiang walked last.

She glanced back at Qu Zhiyin, then left with a slight sigh.

In the huge hall, only Qu Zhiyin, who was above the highest position, was left.

She was silent for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly let out a sneer.

“idiot!”

…

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Butterfly Dance Courtyard.

Yin Ping’er lay lazily.

Thinking of everything I suffered today, it was all thanks to someone.

Yin Ping’er gritted her teeth, and could no longer control her emotions, her exquisite eyebrows and eyes were full of grievances and sadness.

She at this time.

She is no longer the big sister Hehuan who is very good at acting.

It’s just a girl who has encountered setbacks, so she didn’t hide her temper at all.

Cursing and cursing someone in a low voice.

Just like that, she quietly cursed someone for a month.

…

A month later, someone came outside the small courtyard.

“Master, someone asked me to send you a painting.”

“Ok?”

Yin Ping’er got up and opened the door.

She recognized this Xiantian Realm disciple named Han Bing as an undercover agent sent to Qing Yun Sect.

Roughly speaking, it may have been four years.

“You came back from Qingyun?”

“yes.”

Han Bing showed a sincere smile, handed over the painting respectfully, then turned and left.

He didn’t say anything.

After closing the courtyard door again, Yin Ping’er stared at the painting in a daze.

The material of the drawing paper is ordinary rice paper, there is nothing special about it, the color is quite new, it should be newpainting.

There was a slight fresh breath on the rolled up painting.

This painting is from Qingyun.

——–corpse.