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Chapter 575 Chapter 574

Nine years later.

Qingshui City under Qingshui Mountain.

It is a strange thing that it has such a down-to-earth name as Qingshui Mountain, which is obviously surrounded by clouds and mist from the middle of the mountain.

However, there is nowhere to study the origin of the name of the mountain. In today's public, anyway, it has been such a name since I can remember.

Qingshui Mountain is so big that you can build dozens of cities on it without any problem, and there are quite a few mountains on the mountain.

In fact, there are indeed quite a few 'cities' built on Qingshui Mountain, but these 'cities' do not belong to any courts, but sects one by one.

Each sect has its own rules, besides, sects are all places to teach people skills, regardless of whether this skill is right or wrong, it takes time and energy to learn, so most of the sects on the mountain will not have too much entertainment;
Moreover, the products produced by each sect are different, and there must be a place to trade for those who seek each other;
Besides, if outsiders come to look for people from a certain sect, Qingshui Mountain is not an easy place to go up, so these people also need a place to rest after reaching the foot of the mountain.

To sum up all the reasons above, gradually, there is a Qingshui City at the foot of the mountain.

Every year, the mid-autumn day on August [-]th is the most lively day in Qingshui City. Not only are there activities such as guessing lantern fans and putting on lanterns, but all sects also hold activities on this day, either simply to earn a small amount of money, or It is to increase popularity and other reasons, and also organize some corresponding activities.

Tomorrow is August [-]th, today is the last day to prepare for tomorrow, there are anxious and busy people everywhere in the city, and there are many shops.

It's just that, among the shops in the city opened by many sects, there is such a strange shop that is unique and cold.

The entrance is not decorated with festive lights like other shops, and the people inside the shop do not seem to be busy preparing for the festival. On the contrary, one is sitting or paralyzed than the other. , and even in the private room upstairs, there is another one who is sleeping.

The door opened with a creak, and a cute young man with sleepy eyes and a small round face, with his head on his head and his eyes showing the slumber that hadn't woken up at the same time, walked with the same pace that he didn't wake up, and walked unsteadily. came in.

"Uncle Baoshi, Uncle Baoshi, it's time to get up. Master said that it's our mountain's turn this year anyway, so we still have to put on a show."

After speaking, he himself yawned in a very sleepy manner.

In the private room, the imperial concubine leaned against the window, and a petite figure was sleeping soundly wrapped in a thin quilt made of light purple flowing gold silk.

You want to ask why he can see that the figure is sleeping soundly even though his back is facing him?

Hehe, their precious master uncle has never slept soundly.

Qing Lian didn't dare to disrespect this young man but his seniority, so he could only stand beside the bed and quietly acted as an alarm clock.

"Uncle Baoshi, Uncle Baoshi."

no response.

"Uncle Baoshi, the master is here."

Still no response.

"Uncle Baoshi, Master Taizu is here."

Still no response.

"Uncle Bao, Senior Sister Qing is here."

A carp jumped straight up straight up, it really jumped, I don't know how this one did it, she was still lying on her side facing the window, and in the blink of an eye, she had already sat on the edge of the bed.

"Quick, put my shoes on."

Qing Lian looked at her in a daze, and didn't recover for a long time.

In ancient times, there was a saying that a woman was good-looking, and she used it to describe the country and the city; to describe the four beauties, they were like fish and wild goose, and moon and flowers; but Qinglian felt that those were not enough to describe their precious master uncle.

When a person is so good-looking, what should I say? It is the kind of word that is particularly inadequate or even profane when any word of praise is placed on her.

This is not the first time that Qinglian saw Uncle Baoshi, in their lineage of the sect, he is still the one who sees Uncle Baoshi most often, but every time he sees him, Qinglian still feels as if his soul has been taken away as shocked.

Yes, shock, not appreciation or admiration.

Appearance is also divided into grades. When this grade reaches a certain level, you will only look up at it with shame, and you can't raise any dirty thoughts at all.

"Why? Put on shoes." A small but tender foot kicked Qinglian's calf slightly.

He was obviously angry, but the soft and delicate voice could not tell that he was angry at all, he just felt that the other party was acting like a baby.

Qinglian's face turned red all of a sudden, the roots of his ears were so red that he could bleed, and he felt that the place on the back of his calf that was just kicked by Uncle Baoshi was scalding hot like it was going to burn.

However, he was also woken up by the kick, and quickly knelt down to honor his master and uncle, "Yes."

Not daring to touch the noble skin of the treasure master's uncle, Qinglian paid special attention to wearing socks, and then carefully put on the embroidered shoes with uppers studded with gems and pearls.

Just looking at this pair of shoes with the word 'expensive' at a glance, one can tell how precious this treasure master uncle is.

When Uncle Baoshi put on his shoes and stood up, Qinglian consciously went to fetch the clothes hanging on the screen and put them on again.

"Qing Qing really came?"

Just now she was drowsy and didn't realize it for a while, but now that she is awake, she knows that Qing Lian is definitely cheating her.

Qingqing is the only disciple in the sect who is good at cooking, uh, well, Qingqing is the only disciple in the sect who can cook, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter what the sect, such a day also needs a piece For a meal, how could Qingqing, the person in charge of the spoon, be in Qingshui City at this time?

Qing didn't even dare to raise her head to look at the precious master's uncle, and knelt down without even daring to make an excuse.

After suffering countless losses, he figured out the life-saving rule: Uncle Baoshi, she takes the soft but not the hard.

Any explanation at this time is not as good as admitting mistakes as quickly as possible.

Don't look at the sober Uncle Baoshi's cuteness, everyone in the sect knows that she can't be offended, not because she is the suzerain's only apprentice, but none of the people who offended her will have a "good end", that is, the suzerain himself None of them escaped the 'revenge' of Uncle Baoshi.

Besides, Uncle Baoshi lacks great virtue. Those insidious methods of 'revenge' will make you unforgettable forever.

Looking at the people kneeling and huddled together on the ground trying to reduce their sense of existence, the corners of Master Bao's uncle's mouth twitched speechlessly, but he really couldn't say anything to blame.

People are so cowardly, she is the elder of the elders after all, if she wants to blame her again, won't she appear to be 'old' and disrespectful?
God it is so old, so angry.

The corners of the clothes that shone with a faint golden light slipped past his eyes, and only when the almost inaudible footsteps left the room, Qinglian dared to slightly raise his head, glanced around the room tentatively, and then stretched out cautiously. The long neck looked towards the door.

After confirming that Uncle Baoshi had really left, Qing Lian heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground and patted his chest.

He didn't want to try again, his whole body was unbearably itchy but there was no antidote, so he could only endure the pain that he couldn't scratch for seven days and seven nights.

(End of this chapter)