Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Chapter 15 The End of the Secret Realm
Song Yizhi was too lazy to look at Lan Qianqian's affectation.

If it weren't for Feng Yi'an, Lan Qianqian wouldn't be like this, maybe she could justly accuse herself of blatantly fishing during the trial in the secret realm and not thinking about making progress.

She put on this little white flower who looked like she was being bullied, and nine out of ten she did it for Feng Yi'an to see.

On the one hand, Feng Yi'an felt pity for her, and on the other hand, Feng Yi'an felt that she was a domineering young lady who bullied others.

Gee.

Lan Qianqian's method has not changed at all.

Looking at the little white flower who cautiously asked Song Yizhi, Feng Yi'an smiled slightly and said, "You scared away Zhizhi's fish."

Lan Qianqian, who had never missed a shot before, didn't realize it all at once, and she said "ah?" in a daze.

Feng Yi'an's smile didn't increase or decrease, and he repeated patiently, "You scared away Zhizhi's fish and did something wrong, shouldn't you apologize to Zhizhi?"

? !
Song Yizhi tried his best to suppress the horror in his eyes and turned to look at Feng Yi'an.

its not right!
Feng Yi'an, shouldn't you be on Lan Qianqian's side at this time to accuse yourself of being unruly and arrogant?
Lan Qianqian, who had returned home from a feather, looked at Feng Yi'an who was speaking for Song Yizhi, and couldn't help but think of Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan is quite special to her, and now there is Feng Yi'an!

Song!by!branch!
Lan Qianqian's jealousy grew exponentially. She quickly adjusted her posture, lowered her head and said cautiously, "Senior Sister Song, I'm sorry."

Looking at Lan Qianqian who bowed her head and apologized to herself, even though she knew she wasn't sincere, Song Yizhi wanted to say right now, cool!
"It's not a big deal." Song Yizhi glanced at Lan Qianqian, not knowing how to write the word tactfully, "Don't do this, you obviously did something wrong first, and those who didn't know thought I bullied you."

She doesn't understand others, how can she not understand Lan Qianxi?
She acted like a victim when she did something wrong, and the real victim was left speechless by her wrongdoing.

Lan Xixi: "..."

Lan Xixi, who was blocked from the back, didn't know what mood to put on for a while, so she simply lowered her head and said nothing, suppressing the anger in her heart.

Seeing the fleeting distortion in Lan Qianqian's eyes, Song Yizhi felt at ease physically and mentally.

Sure enough, she is a bad woman.

Lan Qianqian was unhappy, but she was very happy!
Seeing Lan Xixi standing there motionless, Song Yizhi curled his lips and said, "What? You want to come fishing too?"

"No, it can't be done." She is someone who wants to follow in the footsteps of the Fifth Elder. She won't do such wasteful cultivation!

However, judging by the number of these fish, Song Yizhi should have been fishing since entering the secret realm.

There is no hemostatic grass around the lake, Song Yizhi probably won't be able to complete the task if he continues like this!
If the fifth elder knew that Song Yizhi did not complete the task because he was fishing during the trial in the secret realm, then the fifth elder would definitely be disappointed with Song Yizhi!

"Senior Sister Song and Brother Feng are fishing slowly, so I will continue to look for the hemostatic grass." Lan Xiqian left after speaking.

After a while, Song Yizhi suddenly sneered, and with a playful mood, she said to Feng Yi'an, "Feng Yi'an, do you think there is any hemostatic on her body?"

Lan Qianqian's luck is unbelievable, others will believe her if they don't find her, and Lan Qianxi won't believe her if they don't find her!
And what she said is really a bit like 300 taels of silver in this place.

"Yes." Feng Yian said firmly.

Song Yizhi was slightly surprised.

It was because of his understanding of Lan Qianqian that he dared to conclude that she got the hemostatic grass, but Feng Yi'an was so sure, what basis did he have?
Feng Yi'an smiled, his mysterious appearance caused Song Yizhi to roll his eyes.

Feng Yi'an changed the subject, he looked at the cheerful white fish in the barrel, "But this fish is pretty, I haven't seen it outside."

Seeing that Feng Yi'an didn't seem to be lying, Song Yizhi was surprised, "This is not a rare thing, is there any in the demon world?"

"Hmm..." The smile on Feng Yi'an's face deepened a bit, "Is there a possibility that I am a vegetarian?"

!

Song Yizhi's eyes widened, and he looked at a man with a smiling face. No matter how much he brainwashed himself, he couldn't believe that he was a vegetarian!

"Are you lying to ghosts? You ate almost half of the plate of fried pork at noon!" Song Yizhi looked at the fish that was scared away by herself, and she looked at Feng Yi'an with condemning eyes, "You will be struck by lightning if you lie!"

Feng Yi'an looked at Song Yizhi's lively appearance, and said with a smile, "I used to be a vegetarian."

"I don't believe it!" Song Yizhi said without thinking.

"Really." Feng Yi'an said, and then added, "I'm not lying to Zhizhi, and I've been bigu for a long time."

He became a vegetarian purely because he disliked the trouble of cooking, and he simply gave up vegetarianism after he started bigu.

Seriously, he hadn't eaten for a long time.

The sincerity in Feng Yi'an's eyes convinced Song Yizhi a little bit.

"This is white jade fish. The meat is tender and has no fishy smell. It is extremely delicious. The most important thing is that it has no thorns. Steaming can preserve the original flavor to the greatest extent, but I prefer braised." Song Yizhi said.

Feng Yi'an nodded, and then looked at Song Yizhi expectantly, "Then can I eat braised fish made by Zhizhi?"

"Yes." Song Yizhi responded.

Satisfied, Feng Yian continued to fish for Song Yizhi.

By the time Song Yizhi was willing to move, it was already evening, and there were only fry and a few white jade fish left in the lake.

Feng Yi'an couldn't help thinking, fortunately, this girl didn't think about catching all of them.

Several barrels full of white jade fish were put into the storage bracelet by Song Yizhi, she rested for a while and then started cooking.

After dinner, the two rested in place.

Song Yizhi took out the quilt and got into the quilt comfortably to sleep.

Seeing Song Yizhi with most of his face buried in the quilt, Feng Yi'an was sitting in front of the fire, his gaze under the orange flames was soft.

Early the next morning, after Song Yizhi got up, the two left after breakfast.

Song Yizhi carried a bamboo basket on his back and held a small hoe in his hand. He stopped and stopped along the way, and the bamboo basket was full after a while.

Feng Yi'an followed behind, and sometimes helped Song Yizhi dig spiritual plants. In the end, the bamboo basket had fallen on his back.

Along the way, the two also met other disciples. When the demon disciples met Feng Yi'an, they would offer hemostatic grass to him, but they were all rejected.

In addition, the two of them also saw the disciples fighting for the hemostatic grass.

All in all, the journey was not boring.

The four days in the secret realm are fleeting.

As soon as the time was up, the twenty disciples blinked before being teleported back to the square.

Before the twenty disciples could react, several disciples fighting for the hemostatic grass continued to fight, and the scene was chaotic and noisy.

Rong Yueyuan sat in the chair, dignified and gentle, yet somewhat indescribably indifferent.

With just one glance, Rong Yueyuan locked Song Yizhi in the crowd.

Before Song Yizhi could react, she was squatting on the ground with a small hoe in one hand and two leaves in the other hand.

Where's my clover! ?
What about my big eight-leaf clover? !

Feng Yi'an reacted very quickly, he looked up, and then stretched out his hand to pull Song Yizhi up.

Seeing her confused look, Feng Yi'an handed over the bamboo basket, and said in a warm voice, "The secret realm is over."

Song Yizhi let out an "ow", put away the hoe and the bamboo basket, then lowered his head and patted the dust on the hem of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)