People were coming one after another on the floating bridge. The first one was a big man with a whisker. He was obviously dressed in northern clothes, and his figure and body shape were also similar. This person must be Wu Cheng. The man behind him was a little thin, he must be Zou Zian. Wu Cheng landed steadily and looked at Li Qingcha: "Were you the one who spoke just now?" Li Qingcha cupped his hands. "Exactly." "Hmm, only ninth rank? Quite courageous." Gong Yihan stepped forward and blocked Li Qingcha and Wu Cheng. "Brother Wu, what did the Confucians say? 'A gentleman does not take away what others like.' Qingcha is mine, so don't go after her." After saying that, Gong Yihan turned around and winked at Li Qingcha in a very seductive manner.
Chapter 140 Little Pumpkin Wu Cheng was a little surprised. "Junior Sister Gong, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'Qingcha is my person'? Although the Huajian Sect is small, it is independent of the three sects. How can Junior Brother Li be your person?" He didn't want to win over Li Qingcha, but after seeing Gong Yihan's performance, he couldn't help but be curious. He is only of the ninth rank, how could he be so outstanding? Zou Zian also cast a curious look at Li Qingcha. a long time, “Young talent.” Then he looked away, losing interest. In the entire Demon Sect, there are more than a hundred ninth-rank disciples. Li Qingcha cannot be one of the top ones, otherwise, he would not have made no progress at all at the age of twenty. Li Qingcha doesn't mind the big boss's contempt. "Thank you for the compliment, Sect Master Zou." Zou Zian nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly. Gong Yihan smiled. "I have seen the best of this generation of the Sun Sect. Senior Brother Zou, it's your Star Sect..." "Who is the Rizong one?" asked Zou Zian. "Haha," Wu Cheng laughed heartily, "Little Pumpkin, why don't you come out and say hello to Master." "..." "..."
An eerie silence enveloped Mirror Lake. 小， 南， melon? Li Qingcha turned around and looked at Xiang Nanyu in disbelief. Xiang Nanyu had a look of social despair on his face, as if he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Gong Lianxue turned her head away, her shoulders shaking, obviously trying to hold back laughter. Wu Cheng: “Little…” Xiang Nanyu took a step forward. "Master, don't... don't shout, I'm here." "Oh, good." Xiang Nanyu walked up to Zou Zian and bowed respectfully. "Junior Xiang Nanyu greets Sect Master Zou." Gong Yihan on the side nodded to Gong Lianxue. "Lianxue." Gong Lianxue immediately understood. "Junior Gong Lianxue pays respects to the two sect masters." Zou Zian nodded seriously. Two sixth-grade ones, this is the level that the young talents of the Demon Sect should have. Moreover, looking at their breathing, it is definitely not through any shortcuts, but through gradual accumulation step by step. At this pace, their future will be limitless. Zou Zian turned around. "Qiang'er." "Yes, father." A young man walked out from the crowd. He looked about 17 or 18 years old. He was dressed in white and holding a folding fan in his hand. He looked very arrogant. Gong Lianxue took a step back and poked Li Qingcha in the waist. "Brother, this one is more handsome than you." Gong Yihan: “Ahem…” Gong Lianxue stuck out her tongue cutely and then shut her mouth obediently.
Snapped-- The young man closed his folding fan. "Boy Zou Yan, give it to the two sect masters... um..." Zou Yan suddenly became speechless because his tongue was inexplicably stuck to his upper palate, as if it were stuck by strong glue. Zou Zian was stunned. "Brother Wu, how can you attack a junior?" He turned around and glared at Wu Cheng. Wu Cheng was too lazy to respond. He took two steps forward and patted Zou Yan's face with his hand, making a loud patting sound. "Boy, you are quite good at showing off~" As he spoke, he flicked Zou Yan's folding fan with his fingers. The folding fan immediately fell apart, and the fan bones broke into various small pieces and fell to the ground. Zou Zian's face twitched, especially near the wings of his nose, which trembled very slightly. This is a sign of suppressed anger. "Brother Wu, it's my fault for not being a good parent." “Humph!” Wu Cheng snorted coldly, “Your son is not good at cultivation, he is only a seventh-grade cultivator, but he acts very arrogantly, holding a folding fan in his hand and…what’s that word called…” "A beast in human clothing." Gong Yihan reminded. "Yes, yes, it's clothes... No, no, I meant 'all that glitters is rotten inside'." "Don't you remember it clearly, brother?" Gong Yihan and Wu Cheng sang a duet. Zou Zian was unhappy, but he could only accept it. Gong Lianxue and Xiang Nanyu were both very low-key and polite. Their son, who was like a piece of trash, had nostrils that almost grew to the top of his head, but his cultivation was not as good as others. It's normal to be educated by two elders. However, Zou Zian was a man who protected his shortcomings. After being humiliated in front of so many people, he still held a grudge in his heart. He sneered and pushed Zou Yan's shoulder. "Apologize!" Zou Yan was able to speak at this time, and he quickly bowed and said, "It's the boy Meng Lang." Wu Cheng nodded. "If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."
Afterwards, he turned to Gong Yihan, "Junior sister, now that we know each other and have exchanged pleasantries, please arrange a place for us to rest. I have come all the way from the north, and I am exhausted. I am not used to riding a boat..." "Brother Wu, you're talking more and more like an old grandfather. Okay, okay, I'll make the arrangements right away." In addition to the leaders of the Sun Sect and the Star Sect, there were also some high-ranking and powerful people, but there were only about twenty people in total, which would not cause too much pressure on Jinghu. Gong Yihan ordered the Yue Sect disciples to prepare food and lodging. It wasn't long before the bustle around the dock died down. Seeing that everyone else had left, Gong Lianxue approached Xiang Nanyu with a smile. "Little Pumpkin, aren't you going to go find your master?" Xiang Nanyu: ￣□￣｜｜ She held a knife in her right hand and chopped straight at Gong Lianxue. Gong Lianxue had been prepared for this. She leaned back lightly and dodged the opponent's knife. Her body was as swift as a flying duck, as elusive as a god. "Little Pumpkin, don't be angry~" "You! @*#￥%...I'll beat you!" Both of them are of the sixth rank. When they are at the same rank, the one with the skills has the advantage. The Moon Sect's Heavenly Demon Soul-Stirring Dance is undoubtedly the best light-body martial arts, and it has the upper hand in the chase. It is difficult for Xiang Nanyu to launch a substantial attack on Gong Lianxue. Xiang Nanyu was extremely depressed. "Just run away!" She said, putting her hands on her hips. "I want to see if you can escape once you're on the ring." "The cultivation item in the Hemai competition does not necessarily require going on the stage." Gong Lianxue replied. "Ah this..." "Okay, okay, I apologize. But your master is really great. He would never give a girl a nickname like 'Little Pumpkin'." Gong Lianxue cunningly diverted her firepower. Xiang Nanyu knew exactly what Gong Lianxue was up to, but he couldn't help but complain: "That's right! Besides, I told him clearly not to call me that, but he just didn't want to change..." (Five hundred words omitted below) The girl complained bitterly. Li Qingcha listened and shook his head. Comrade Wu Cheng was a typical parent. She said, "I think the name 'Little Pumpkin' is quite nice." "Nice to hear?" ×2 Xiang Nanyu and Gong Lianxue said in unison.
Li Qingcha was embarrassed, thinking that he had a bit of a straight male aesthetic and made the same mistake as Wu Cheng. She defended herself, "A nickname should be used in context with the person you are with. For example, Nanyu, you are pretty, so a silly name like 'Little Pumpkin' can actually highlight your cuteness." The implication is obvious: If a person is ugly, no matter how nice the nickname is, it won’t work; If you are beautiful, it doesn't matter how rustic your nickname is. Xiang Nanyu tilted his head.