After the body double failed, he became a fan of the world of comprehension

Compared with Xiao Cang who has been walking for half an hour, the situation of Qiao Wan and others is not much better.

Guan Mingyue was tied to the stool by Yu Xuanzhi, her eyes widened, staring at the three eggs in front of her.

"Master... Master!" Guan Mingyue's eyes were sore, but Yu Xuanzhi put a spell on her, so she couldn't close her eyes, "I bet... this will definitely not increase your spiritual power!"

"Nonsense! That's how I came here!" Yu Xuanzhi pinched a piece of talisman paper with his long fingers, pulled his lips and said, "Hurry up and see, when you treat eggs as egg custard, you will succeed."

Guan Mingyue: ...

what did she hear?
Think of eggs as custard?

"Master! You're pointing at eggs for soup! You... um!"

"It's very noisy." Yu Xuanzhi dropped a talisman paper and successfully sealed Guan Mingyue's chattering mouth, "If you have time to struggle, why don't you hurry up and watch the eggs."

Song Zhuqing on one side stood weakly in front of Qian Lianzi, seven feet tall like a primary school chicken in front of Qian Lianzi.

Song Zhuqing held the lotus root belt in his hand, his eyes were a little dazed, and he mechanically repeated Qian Lianzi's words, "Uncle Master said, let me use this thing to blow out the candle five meters away?"

"That's right." Qian Lianzi nodded as it should, with a very serious look on her face.

"Uncle Master said, let me use this thing..."

"Correct."

Unwilling to give up, Song Zhuqing asked again, but before she finished speaking, Qian Lianzi scolded her back.

Song Zhuqing: ...

"Xiao Song, don't worry, the uncle knows it all in his heart!" Qian Lianzi coughed twice, pretending to be familiar, "This musical instrument for music repair naturally has requirements for breath. If you can use this lotus root Blow out the candles and you're one step closer to success!"

"Uncle Master, I'm sure I'm closer to success than death, right?" Song Zhuqing's hand holding the lotus root belt trembled slightly, and said in a low voice.

"Naturally!" Qian Lianzi thought it was absurd, waved his hand, and said loudly, "It's just blowing out a candle, how could someone die?"

Blowing out candles won't kill people, but not necessarily with candles five meters away.

After all, this lotus root belt... visually estimated to be just over three meters long.

Song Zhuqing took a deep breath in half-belief, pressed his thin lips together, and exhaled vigorously.

"Xiao Song, come on! Uncle Shi believes in you!"

Song Zhuqing, who was already a little baby fat, now had a face swollen like a balloon, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his eyeballs were a little protruding, but the flame on the candle was still motionless.

With his lips moved, Song Zhuqing took a deep breath, and after realizing that there was some air in his chest, his body limply crooked.

"Hey! Xiao Song!" Qian Lianzi hurriedly supported him, dragged him to the stone bench, and said anxiously, "What's the matter? It won't happen if you just blow it out, right?"

Song Zhuqing's eyes were dull, and his body was lying on the table like a puddle of mud, only the air that came in was rarely exhaled.

"Master... Ho Master Uncle... Ho Ho..."

Qian Lianzi: ...

If this voice rang in his ears in the middle of the night, he might not be able to pass the night if he didn't get up and dance the sword all night.

"Xiao Song... are you alright?" Qian Lianzi swallowed with panic.

Song Zhuqing shook his head, and said intermittently, "Master... that candle... I can't blow it out..."

"It's okay, Xiao Song, don't be discouraged." Qian Lianzi thought the child had been hit, and immediately patted Song Zhuqing's shoulder, trying to cheer up the child's heart, "This is your first attempt, failure is inevitable, you As long as you try a few times, you will succeed!"

Just try a few more times...

try a few more times...

Try more...

Song Zhuqing's pupils widened, like a dying fish, eagerly breathing in the fresh air.

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

May I ask if he runs down the mountain now and goes to the yamen to sue his uncle for deliberately killing people, how many years can his uncle be sentenced in such a situation?
The enemy of life, Master Mochizuki.

"Master... Master Uncle, I beg you..."

"Get up quickly, there is only one month left before the Fairy Gate Grand Competition, don't be lazy!" Qian Lianzi ignored Song Zhuqing's plea for help, and pulled him up.

Before Song Zhuqing could react, a lotus root belt was stuffed into his mouth.

Song Zhuqing:!

He wants to change the adjective!
Uncle Shi didn't kill people intentionally, but directly!
After blowing out the candles for a quarter of an hour, Song Zhuqing was finally completely paralyzed from exhaustion.

Qiao Wan, who came to drink water at the table in time, accidentally caught a glimpse of her junior brother's dead appearance that was about to be buried, her heart was shocked, and she rushed over in a hurry.

"Zhuqing! What's wrong with you?" Qiao Wan handed the undrinked tea to his mouth, with an anxious expression on her face, "Why...how did you become like this?"

Song Zhuqing laboriously raised a finger, pointing at the bewildered Qian Lianzi opposite.

"Fierce..." The murderer is the uncle!

"This kid, you really work hard!" Qian Lianzi wiped the corners of her eyes with a moved face, "I'm so tired, don't forget to let me rest."

Because of Song Zhuqing's shortness of breath, she dropped the sound in the middle of her speech, causing Qian Lianzi and Qiao Wan to misunderstand it.

"Xiao Song, don't worry, in order to let you grow up as soon as possible, the uncle will push the candle seven meters away later!" Qian Lianzi was greatly moved, and secretly vowed to cultivate Song Zhuqing into a talent.

Song Zhuqing was dumbfounded, and stayed in place for a while, and the fingertips that were raised with effort also drooped.

"Master... there's no need to be so ruthless, right?" Qiao Wan's eyes were filled with distress, and she whispered, "My junior brother used to have a bun face, but after not seeing him for a quarter of an hour, he's deflated into a fried dough stick face!"

"Little Qiao, you don't understand. Uncle Master has a way of practicing!" Qian Lianzi patted his chest with a proud face, "A strict teacher produces a high-level apprentice, Xiao Song will follow my plan, it's not bad!"

Song Zhuqing shuddered, turned around and crawled towards the courtyard gate.

Even if he is climbing today, he has to climb down the mountain!
Song Zhuqing squirmed desperately, vividly explaining what it means to be physically disabled and strong.

"Zhu...Zhuqing, where are you going?" Qiao Wan squatted beside him, asking in a low voice, showing panic.

Song Zhuqing raised his face, trying not to let himself eat a mouthful of dirt, and said with great effort, "Little sister, I want to quit the sect, the world is so big, see you in the future!"

Qiao Wan:! ! !
"Don't, don't, don't! Zhuqing, don't be arrogant!" Qiao Wan hurriedly stopped Song Zhuqing's way, with a serious face, "If you think about it, we can discuss any problems in detail!"

"Little senior sister, get out of the way, my mother is still waiting for me to feed the pigs!" Song Zhuqing gritted her teeth and crawled forward, whispering.

"Zhuqing, wake up! How can there be a pig in your house?" Qiao Wan asked with a broken face, waving her little hand.

Song Zhuqing hummed while crawling, his eyes were distracted, "A pig in the left hand, a pig in the right hand, and a fat pig on the back..."

Qiao Wan's eyes gradually became frightened, and she desperately grabbed Song Zhuqing's clothes to prevent him from leaving.

Help, her junior brother is crazy!