I'm really a decent cultivator

Chapter 141 The suzerain visits in the middle of the night

The autumn moon has never been there, covered with a thin layer of cloud gauze...

The stars and lanterns complement each other.

But at the banquet of Ghost King Zong, it was extremely lively.

As disciples of the Ghost King Sect, their talents are mediocre, they can only practice day and night, hard work can make up for their weakness, and they have already forgotten when the last banquet was.

Therefore, tonight is destined to be intoxicating.

Su Che and Shang Wuhen drank a lot of wine, and Shang Wuhen was at the bottom of the Ghost King Sect in terms of status and appearance, which was exactly the same as Su Che.

Maybe they are suffering from the same disease and pity each other, and they both have a feeling of hating each other.

The two drank to each other at the altar and poured out their troubles.

Especially Shang Wuhen, drinking while wiping his tears, looked like I still feel sorry for him, Su Che kept comforting him, but the wine kept pouring.

"In this way, he won't hold grudges against me." Seeing Shang Wuhen's drunken appearance, Su Che thought to himself.

Shang Wuhen with lowered eyelids silently raised his head to glance at Su Che, and sneered in his heart: "So you think it's all right?"

The two are doing psychological construction for each other in their hearts, but on the surface they are like brothers and sisters in trouble, drinking and talking happily.

Situ Wan'er seemed to be in a bad mood, and drank a lot of wine during the period, but she didn't get drunk alone, but took Bai Qian to drink together.

"Listen."

"Brothers are good."

"Three Duoduo."

.....

"you drink!"

"Five leaders."

"Six six (shun)."

.......

"you drink!"

at first,

They were still doing finger-guessing. After a few drinks, the two of them stood up one after another, rolled up their sleeves, and stepped on the stool with one foot, looking quite bold.

Both of them were obviously a little drunk, but neither of them would admit defeat. This was a war between them.

No one stopped.

But Qingchen was holding the wine glass in a daze, thinking about the meaning of patting the shoulder three times before the Sect Master of the Ghost King left.

Could it be,

The master of Ghost King Sect has also read Journey to the West?Well…..

impossible.This should be just a casual pat on the shoulder, right?But what if you really let yourself go?

Just what are you doing in the past in the middle of the night?

Next to eat?Qing Chen couldn't help but fell into deep thought again.At the time of Chou, Qing Chen was too drunk to leave, and originally wanted to take Situ Wan'er with him, but Bai Qian refused, shouting to see who would fall first tonight.

Originally, Situ Wan'er wanted to use this to leave, but after hearing Bai Qian's words, she... didn't leave.

And let people... take ten more jars of wine.

As for Su Che, Qing Chen didn't go to Han, it was a rare time to go down the mountain, it would be good to let him indulge and make more friends.

There should be no ghosts who would dare to come here to take him captive, right?

Seeing a group of drunken immortal cultivators, Qing Chen sighed, immortal cultivators are also human beings, and human beings will have troubles.

The world thinks that cultivating immortals will lead to longevity, with a pure heart and few desires, and cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, but the world does not know that cultivating immortals also has the troubles of cultivating immortals.

boring, lonely, empty...

.....

When Qing Chen walked out of the hall, a gust of cool wind blew in, making people calm down and sober up a lot.

At this moment, the Ghost King Sect is extremely peaceful, night falls, everything is quiet, not even the sound of insects, making one's heart feel much quieter.Along the way, Qing Chen was thinking about what the Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect patted himself on the shoulder three times.Do you want to find her in the middle of the night?Qing Chen fell into all kinds of cranky thoughts.Just like that, soon, after half a stick of incense, Qing Chen came to the pre-arranged residence.

Walking into the house, the room was very clean and tidy, and at the same time exuded a faint fragrance. Lying on the soft bed, Qing Chen looked at the top of the bed, thinking about something.

He felt that after coming here, he felt that he had changed, but he couldn't tell exactly what changed.

At this time, the brick hidden in the storage ring suddenly moved.

With a sound of "咻", the black brick flew out of the storage ring, and the black brick shook violently, the vibration frequency was higher than that of the vibrator.

Since Zhangjiajie, it has seldom appeared, so much so... Qing Chen almost forgot its existence.

Seeing the constantly shaking black tiles lying in the air, Qing Chen grabbed them with one hand and went to lie down on the rocking chair by the window. There was a familiar tea table next to him, with his favorite green tea on it.

These were prepared by Situ Wan'er in advance.

Seeing this, not only reminded him.... He also didn't know if Wan'er had won.

The water boiled, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. He picked up the freshly brewed tea, put it on his lips, and took a sip to dispel the alcohol.

At this time, the black tiles began to vibrate again, but the frequency was not as high as before...

Seeing this, Qing Chen put him under his feet, took off his boots, and put them on top.

Ok…

It still feels familiar...

"..." Black bricks.

for a while,

While sipping tea, Qing Chen couldn't help but think of the last three pats on the shoulders of the Sect Master of the Ghost King. "What do you mean?" Qing Chen frowned.However, in his mind, the face of the Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect involuntarily appeared.It is beautiful and very temperamental.It would be great if he was a few hundred years younger.The master of the Ghost King Sect is good at everything, whether it is appearance, personality, or figure, he really can't pick any thorns.But the only thing is the problem of age.But, if you think about it carefully, although Holy Master Linglong is around a thousand years old, she has a young mind. What's more, this is the world of cultivating immortals, not the world of mortals.For a normal monk, she can live at least thousands of years, that is to say, from the perspective of the world of cultivating immortals, she is actually only 30 years old.

Immortal cultivators retreated, and decades have passed since they came out. From a biological point of view, this is indeed a few decades old, but from a rational point of view, it is actually a year or so. .

Therefore, in the world of cultivating immortals, age is really not considered, because if one is really old, the skin will still become wrinkled and the blood energy will decline.

And the current head of the Ghost King Sect is really a woman in her early 30s.The best time is also the most mature time.Huh?

Why should I think about these questions?

Qing Chen couldn't help being taken aback, he realized why he was thinking about this inexplicably?This is not right.Just at this moment, a voice sounded slowly. "You don't sleep at night, what are you thinking?" the voice sounded.Qing Chen subconsciously said, "I wonder if the master of the Ghost King Sect has tricked me?"

In an instant, Qing Chen stood up from the rocking chair, and then a figure appeared in the room.It is the suzerain of the ghost king.At this time, she was wearing a white silk gauze dress, that's right, it was a gauze dress, which was very soft and smooth at first glance, and it was very easy to wear on her body.

The dim night shone on her jade-like skin, adding a layer of strange beauty, coupled with her charming eyes, it was simply... glamorous to the extreme.

"Sect Master?" Qing Chen was a little startled.Why did you suddenly appear in your room at night?what do you want to do

Qing Chen's eyes were full of curiosity.