Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 164: Poor Ping'er, she shot herself in the foot

Hearing Xu Zhiqiu's words,

Jin Ping'er was struck by lightning and froze in place.

Xu Zhiqiu was puzzled when he saw her throw the bowl of tea she had just drunk without a drop left on the ground.

"what happened to you?"

"without……"

Jin Ping'er's heart was churning, but she managed to keep her composure and put on a forced smile:
"I didn't know that the headmaster had such abilities. I really admire him. I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I'll... take my leave first."

Saying that, he was about to leave.

"Hey, hey, don't go?"

Xu Zhiqiu reached out and grabbed her sleeve, and Jin Ping'er's heart skipped a beat.

"It's almost time to practice, what's the hurry?"

The agreement between the two was simple.

These days, every day at noon, Jin Ping'er would use her charm on him to influence his lower corpse Peng Jiao, and it didn't take long, just a cup of tea.

The reason for choosing this time is to avoid arousing suspicion.

After all, it was midday and the sun was shining brightly, so they wouldn't do anything dirty, right?
Normally during this time period, Qu Niang would come to report for duty on time.

Holding a small notebook of "daily records" in his hand, he would squat outside the window on time, acting as a human peek.

"Come on, come into the house with me."

Xu Zhiqiu pulled Jin Ping'er into the practice room.

"No!"

Jin Ping'er suddenly broke free from his hand, her pair of light blue eyes first widened, and then became straight.

The breathing seemed to be much more rapid:
"I, I feel a little unwell... so I would like to ask for a day off from you, the headmaster..."

"Not feeling well? It's ok, come inside and I'll adjust it for you."

"No no no..."

Jin Ping'er stepped back again and again, and somehow even her tone of voice seemed to be off:
"Master, forgive me. I will leave first."

After saying that, he turned around, stepped over the threshold, lowered his head, took small steps, and trotted back to his room.

Her running-away behavior made Xu Zhiqiu scratch his head:
"What's wrong with this guy?"

But I have to say, the tea is really delicious.

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Shooting oneself in the foot,
Jin Ping'er's mood was extremely confused at the moment.

Although the dosage is small, the effect is quite strong.

While jogging along the way,
There is an unprecedented feeling of shame in my body, which is becoming stronger and stronger.

When he finally returned to his room, he slammed the door shut.

Jin Ping'er leaned her back against the door, her body tense.

Her pretty face was covered with a layer of pink, looking delicate and charming, and her nose was dripping with fine sweat. Even her breathing became heavy.

"No~"

She closed the doors and windows as quickly as possible, then climbed onto the bed.
She kicked off her embroidered shoes, revealing her pink and white feet. She clamped the quilt tightly with her legs and bit the corner of the quilt with her pink lips and started to tear it apart.

Like a mermaid who had just come ashore, she was rolling restlessly on the couch.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps outside the house made her heart tremble.

Qu Niang was chewing a large cucumber full of thorns. She happened to pass by her door and heard some noise inside. She inserted a piece of the cucumber through the crack in the door.

"You haven't eaten yet, would you like one?"

"No...no..." Jin Ping'er coped with it with difficulty.

"Tsk, eat it if you want."

Qu Niang complained, and the footsteps seemed to be getting farther away.

Jin Ping'er's torment began.

He wanted to use his internal energy to resist, but in order to ensure the efficacy of the medicine, he had prepared it in a very overbearing way.

Now he has finally done himself a disservice. The true energy in his body is being defeated by the power of the medicine.

Finally, it was a complete defeat.

"Hoo——" The cool breeze blew open the window frame that was not closed tightly.
Waves of breeze blew in and rushed into the bed, cooling her body and bringing her a feeling of comfort and pleasure from top to bottom and inside out.

Call ~
Jin Ping'er sighed with satisfaction, feeling that everything was over.

The light blue eyes were a little out of focus, but then they were filled with a light of unwillingness and hatred.

How could I be willing to accept the fact that I had been tormented so badly?
"I'm so pissed off!"

Then he began to splash the water on the spot.

He kicked the wooden frame of the bed so hard that it shook and seemed to fall apart, and his toes turned pink.

"Huh... calm down, be rational... don't get carried away."

Jin Ping'er calmed the rise and fall of her chest and tried hard to adjust her emotions.

Although this little plan failed completely, it did not affect the overall situation.

Cai Numei made steady progress and estimated that she would achieve great success within half a month.

By then, with Xuanyin's body and the perfect beauty of a beautiful girl, it would not be difficult to subdue the man named Xu in one fell swoop.
Thinking of this, I felt comforted.

At this time,

There was another gust of cool breeze, blowing away a lot of the heat.

Jin Ping'er was in a good mood and squinted her eyes. Unfortunately, the delayed feeling was like the tide hitting the cliff, wave after wave hitting the shallow reef on the shore.

"No~"

Jin Ping'er saw her pink toes curled up.

Consciousness seemed to be riding a roller coaster up and down, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling into the abyss.

When everything was over, an unprecedented sense of peace welled up in my heart.

I just feel that the universe is vast, and the wild horses and dust between heaven and earth are blowing against each other, what a harmonious scene.

I couldn't help but ask myself: Life is so insignificant, what does human beings count for in this universe?

What are mere fame, wealth and sect hegemony worth?

What does everything you are doing and want to do now matter?

Jin Ping'er couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

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The next morning, Xu Zhiqiu changed into formal clothes, which was rare.

When he showed up in the martial arts arena, his disciples were naturally puzzled when they saw him.

They exchanged glances and whispered timidly.

But only one person dared to raise his voice and ask directly:
"Master, are we going to improve the food today?" The third brother, Guo Dazhuang, said with shining eyes.

Xu Zhiqiu found it interesting:
"How come in your eyes, improving food has anything to do with my clothes?"

"Of course." Guo Dazhuang raised his fat fingers, "You are dressed well, which means that guests are coming. If guests come, we have to provide meals. If we provide meals, we have to cook good dishes and serve good wine. So I want to order braised pork!"

Xu Zhiqiu was amused and pinched his chubby cheeks: "As soon as you start eating, your wisdom will emerge."

It’s strange to say, among the seven disciples, the one who has made the most obvious progress these days is this little fat boy.

Real people cannot be judged by their appearance.

"Master, are you going to meet someone?"

Qu Niang asked.

Xu Zhiqiu nodded.
"As the head of the Fenxiang Valley, I cannot treat them ambiguously."

A few days ago, Fenxianggu handed over a visiting card. After all, the other party had come from afar, so he dressed more formally out of courtesy.

He also instructed Qu Niang to tell the three-tailed fox to stay well in the lower courtyard to avoid being encountered by his enemies.

As for Jin Ping'er, since she is not well-known in the world, probably few people know her.

However, to be on the safe side, Xu Zhiqiu still asked her to wear the human skin mask she had worn before.

Following his instructions, everyone was notified. Qu Niang asked again:
"Fenxiang Valley is thousands of miles away, why did you come to visit us?"

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head: "It's not mentioned in the invitation, but I guess..."

He looked towards the south, and his sight seemed to travel through thousands of miles, reaching the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains shrouded in heavy fog.

"It should be related to my troublesome eldest disciple, right?"

(End of this chapter)