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

Chapter 9
Sunset on the top of the mountain, the setting sun shines on the two of them.

Guan Mingyue rubbed her sore and swollen eyes, and said softly, "Junior Junior Sister, let's go."

She had expected such a result.

Seeing that it was getting late, Qiao Wan also felt a little tired, and then nodded, just about to call out the moon kite on her waist.

"Excuse me. Is this Chongyun Sect?"

A timid voice sounded in front of him, attracting the attention of the two sisters.

The man was thin and thin, with a few patches scattered on the long gown that had been washed until it was whitish. He looked very good. The deer glanced at the two with wet eyes, held the package in his arms cowardly, and said only one sentence That wonderful face turned red to the extreme.

"What?" Qiao Wan doubted her ears, and looked at Guan Mingyue resentfully.

Guan Mingyue had obviously never encountered such a thing before, and stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

As soon as Qiao Wan's voice came out, the man not only blushed, but even the tips of his ears seemed to be bleeding, his head drooped even lower, he just held a piece of paper and handed it to Qiao Wan and Guan Mingyue.

"My name is Song Zhuqing. I am from Xuancheng. The sect selects disciples in the village. I know some rhythms, so I was selected by Chongyunzong."

Song Zhuqing stood there weakly, unable to straighten his tongue at all, biting his lower lip tightly, his voice became softer, "They only said that I should find the sect on the paper to learn as a teacher."

Qiao Wan took the paper from Song Zhuqing's hand suspiciously, and glanced down.

On the paper, there were indeed seven characters of Master Wuxie of Chongyunzong written in ink.

Chongyunzong?
Qiao Wan pursed her pink lips, and looked Song Zhuqing up and down, her straightforward gaze made the latter feel ashamed, and her hands holding the package tightened and tightened.

"You can't read?" Qiao Wan's voice was soft, and it slowly drifted into Song Zhuqing's ears.

Song Zhuqing paused, and nodded shyly, "I only know a few words."

only know a few words,

Rounding is illiteracy!
Qiao Wan swallowed, and exchanged glances with Guan Mingyue, who was also ignorant beside her.

Looking at the smashed stone tablet beside him, which was beyond recognition, he looked at the darkened sky.

Master, blind disciple, we have found it.

"We are Chongyunzong." Qiao Wan put on a decent smile and raised her hand towards the mountain road like a lady of etiquette, "You found the right one, it's getting late, hurry up and follow us up the mountain."

"That's right." Guan Mingyue smiled into a crescent with big eyes, with a familiar look, "It will be dark in a while, and it would be bad for a blind man to come out from anywhere."

Song Zhuqing trembled when he heard the words, hurriedly bowed to Guan Mingyue and Qiao Wan, and obediently followed them up the mountain.

Yue Yuan couldn't take the three of them with her, so Qiao Wan had no choice but to walk in front of Song Zhuqing, resigned to her fate, and climbed the stone ladder.

Climbing until Qiao Wan stared at the stars, he finally arrived at the gate of Wangyue Zongyuan.

"This..." Song Zhuqing looked at the dilapidated compound in front of him, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, "This is similar to my house."

No, it should be worse than his family.

Looking at the shock on his face, Qiao Wan suddenly felt that he was too anxious.

She had just been cheated this morning, and in the evening she cheated someone else.

The strongest MLM organization in the comprehension world is none other than this.

Qiao Wan shed tears of bitterness and did not tell outsiders.

"Our sect advocates frugality and simplicity. What you see is deliberately made like this, so that disciples will not linger on money and practice seriously." The smile on the corner of Qiao Wan's mouth remained unchanged, the standard 45 degrees.

Since she was caught in the rain, she was going to tear up other people's umbrellas!
Guan Mingyue's eyes widened and her pupils shrank, she looked at the little junior sister who was talking nonsense and not drafting in surprise.

Junior sister's brain circuit is so fast that she can't even keep up.

Hearing this, Song Zhuqing nodded in agreement, her face was still too red, "As expected of Dazong"

Guan Mingyue secretly gave Qiao Wan a big thumbs-up, if it wasn't for the discomfort in front of her, she would have rushed to kiss her junior sister!
"I'll call Master, let's enter the teacher's door quickly so that I can allocate a room for you." Guan Mingyue suppressed the excitement in her heart, and rushed towards the other side of the backyard.

Only Qiao Wan and Song Zhuqing were left in the courtyard.

Song Zhuqing saw that Qiao Wan was here, alone and widowed, her already red face had already started to turn purple, and her head drooped even lower.

Qiao Wan once thought he was going to die.

"Are you okay?" Qiao Wan hurriedly got up, with a worried expression on her face, "Why is your face turning purple?"

God,
She has just dug out a disciple, so don't let anything happen to her!
Fortunately, Song Zhuqing lived up to Qiao Wan's hope and was still tenaciously alive.

Hearing Qiao Wan's voice, Song Zhuqing pursed her thin lips and shook her head, and said in a low voice, "Senior Sister, forgive me. I... I usually don't like to talk to people."

The further back, Song Zhuqing's voice became softer.

Is it severe social terror?
Qiao Wan nodded knowingly, and closed her mouth consciously.

There was a trace of inexplicable embarrassment in the air, until Qiao Wan almost picked out the three rooms and one living room with her toes, there was a burst of hearty laughter from the backyard.

Sword Master Yun Xing strode over with an excited look on his face. When he saw Song Zhuqing, his eyes lit up suddenly, like a senior human trafficker, "A new little disciple, right? I'm your master."

Hearing the words, Song Zhuqing hurriedly got up, and bowed to Master Yun Xingjian earnestly, "Disciple Song Zhuqing, I have met Master Wuxie."

Ever met Master Innocence?

Yun Xingjian looked at Qiao Wan awkwardly, and just about to ask about this, he saw his little disciple blinking wildly at him. When Song Zhuqing turned around suspiciously, Qiao Wan pretended to be fine and blew whistle.

Guan Mingyue, who was behind her, was also twisting her lower back tightly. Yun Xingjian was suffering from pain, endured the pain by force, and said something unconscionable, "Yes, it's me."

Only then did Song Zhuqing feel relieved, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he stood obediently on the spot.

"Son, aren't you a sword cultivator?" Sword Master Yun Xing looked at Song Zhuqing and noticed that there was no trace of sword energy on his body, and his spiritual power didn't fluctuate much, so he asked.

Song Zhuqing nodded shyly, and took out a bamboo flute from her bag, it was the kind that no one would pick up if it was thrown on the side of the road, "If you go back to Master, I'm Yinxiu."

Looking at the handmade bamboo flute, Yun Xing Jianzun's temples twitched violently, "Your instrument...is this?"

"En." Song Zhuqing's eyes flashed a gloomy look, and he lowered his head.

On weekdays, he was often ridiculed because of this musical instrument, and some people in the same village even said that he had no life to practice and dreamed of practicing.

If he hadn't insisted on his dream and forced him to die, this flute might have been thrown into the stove by his father for burning.

In the Zongmen, do you still want to be made fun of?
"That's great. Did you make this flute yourself?"

"What a skillful hand, if I do it, it must be a mess."

"Let Master take a look, hey, this flute is so well polished!"

Song Zhuqing was shocked all over, and suddenly raised his head when he heard the exclamation of the three people in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)