overthrow the chief

"It's getting late, why don't we rest here?"

It seems that Jiang Yilang has a bad impression of this old leader, and he doesn't know why.Chu Ting thought this was an internal matter, not to mention that the old leader was dead, so what's the use of meddling?He also hoped that Jiang Yilang would have less entanglement with Lieyan Cult.

Jiang Yilang said these words as if he didn't care, and continued: "Since this matter is related to Lie Yan Cult, I will accompany you on this trip. It's just... how are you going to disguise yourself? Don't forget, we are I want to go back with people from Yang Xiuzong, how will you introduce me when the two factions interact in the future?"

Yes, this is a problem.Chu Ting had no choice but to give up some thoughts of tricking Jiang Yilang, and frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"It's okay to simply change your appearance." Jiang Yilang took out a few things from his arms and daubed them on his face. In a blink of an eye, although his appearance was still the same, his facial features were still the same, but his temperament was very different. , become ordinary and mediocre, if you are in the crowd, if you don't check for a while, you will really be ignored.

The legendary disguise technique!Chu Ting's heart was burning with excitement, and he didn't blink his eyes: "This... is this a simplified version of the Disguise Technique?"

"No." Jiang Yilang glanced at him sideways: "Where is the simplified version? The real disguise is to use human skin to make a disguise mask, and mine is at best makeup."

The old Chu Ting, who had become ignorant again, blushed, walked around and observed again and again, and was sure that even if the man in black was resurrected, he would probably not recognize Jiang Yilang who appeared here, and the ancient technology was backward, and there were no photos. Meng Yuan Even if Qingluan and Qingluan wanted to find Jiang Yilang, they would probably just look around with a "stick figure" - that's simply to see who they look like, and whoever they see.

But it's such a pity, Chu Ting still wants to make Jiang Yilang wear women's clothes on purpose... Ahem, I can't let him know.

Chu Ting, who gave up his mind, discussed with Jiang Yilang again. He was too tired during the day, and he couldn't help yawning, and wanted to drive people away again and again. Jiang Yilang shrugged: "Okay, let's do it like this No matter what happens specifically, it’s nothing more than an improvisation.” He can’t guarantee for others, but for the head of Chu Tingchu... hmph.

Chu Ting didn't know that he had such a high evaluation in Jiang Yilang's mind. He was tired and sleepy and sent away the current third junior brother. Just as he was about to go back to bed, the door was knocked again. When he opened it, it was another Song Zhe, a younger brother.

Song Zhe was still wearing daytime clothes, and because of the lively wedding today, he was allowed to drink some wine as a minor. At this time, his face was flushed abnormally, and he hiccupped when he saw Chu Ting, full of pungent wine gas.

"Master, brother!" Song Zhe yelled, and threw his head into his arms.Chu Ting hurriedly supported him, touched his forehead, and found that it was really hot, probably because of a slight low fever and fever from drinking too much wine, so he asked casually, "How much wine did you drink?"

"No, not much!" Song Zhe's head is now full of alcohol, and he staggers to stand on his own, but unable to hold on, he still leans on Chu Ting and rubs against him with a coquettish face, "Just... Just three bottles!"

Three bottles is really not much... The wine of this era is about the same as modern beer, and Chu Ting himself drank a lot, and he was not as obviously drunk as Song Zhe at all.He changed his mind and thought that Song Zhe was only 14 years old, maybe it was his first time drinking alcohol, so it was normal.

Song Zhe was already hanging on Chu Ting's body, Chu Ting had no choice but to help him into the house, put him on his bed, and went to find hot water to wipe his face, Song Zhe held on to him but refused to let him go, With misty eyes, he murmured "Senior Brother, Senior Brother".

Chu Ting was helpless, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting Song Zhe hold on to his clothes: "Brother, I... I didn't drink too much!"

"Okay, okay." Chu Ting pulled himself together and coaxed him: "You didn't drink too much, you didn't drink too much, you were just drunk."

"I...I'm not drunk either!" Song Zhe came up stubbornly, muttering a little unhappy: "Brother, I'm not drunk, I can still... I'm still sober!"

"You're still sober?" Chu Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How drunk are you?"

"I'm really still awake." Song Zhe twisted his body and tossed on the bed: "I still remember...I still remember a lot of things. I remember..." His face became more red: "I remember the first time I wet the bed, It was my brother who cleaned it up for me..."

Chu Ting: "..."

"I still remember brother wetting the bed!" Song Zhe suddenly called out, and Chu Ting hurriedly covered his mouth: "Well, you didn't drink too much or get drunk! You're so sober! You're sober!"

It's good to have a brother who grew up wearing crotch pants with you, but it's not good to have a brother who is several years apart from you and knows that you wet the bed and get drunk and talkative... These are two different things!Chu Ting's headache started, Song Zhe was suffering from drinking too much, subconsciously found Chu Ting's room - because he was sleeping here a few days ago.

"I remember, I remember..." Song Zhe murmured deliriously, his voice became softer this time, and it took Chu Ting a little attention to distinguish what he said.When I was young, I played together, practiced martial arts, wandered around the mountains, ate, drank water, washed clothes, and went to the toilet together...everything is included. In the past ten years, Song Zhe was really brought up by the leader of "Chu Ting". The friendship between the two brothers , really unusual.

However, things are different, and Song Zhe will probably never know that the brother he admired and admired died long ago, and those who stay here, although they have the memory and body of the brother, don't have the emotions of those years.Chu Ting watched coldly, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.

He reached out, stroked Song Zhe's temples lightly, and rubbed his temples to make him feel more comfortable.Song Zhe might be really comfortable, but his stomach was churning again, his upper body couldn't help bouncing up straight, and he vomited "wow" at the bed sheet.

The blue veins on Chu Ting's forehead popped up, and he couldn't stop muttering: "I think you're drunk, you're drunk, you're drunk... Ah! Why the fuck are you running away from me when you're drunk?" Vomiting in the room?!"

The sheets were kind of ruined and there was a bad smell in the room.Song Zhe felt relieved. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Chu Ting, then fell down in a drowsy state. When he stepped forward to look again, his breathing had calmed down and he was asleep.

Chu Ting resisted the urge to go crazy, changed the sheets, took off Song Zhe's dirty clothes, and threw them in the corridor at the door for the time being, waiting for the servants to clean them up tomorrow morning.Looking at Song Zhe on the bed again, he had already fallen asleep and didn't know where to go. Together with the quilt, he rolled around and rolled into a strip, swaggeringly occupying most of the bed.

I also smelled the air in the room, and it probably didn't help if I opened the window and kept it open in the middle of the night.I was also afraid that Song Zhe would catch a cold at night and his fever would turn into a high fever, which would be bad.After thinking about it, when Chu Ting came back to his senses, he found himself standing in the yard. The night wind was really cool, and he shivered suddenly.

Tonight I can only go to another room to make do with the night.However, although the Taiqing sect now occupies a large area, there are not many built-up places that can be lived in. In addition to various reasons such as years of disrepair and rain, the repaired ones that can stay overnight are just two side halls. One is the handyman servant, and the other is the Taiqing disciple.

People in Doujiazhai have built houses halfway up the mountain, and they don't go up the mountain on weekdays.Chu Ting walked slowly along the corridor, and saw that the lights in the rooms of Xuan Lun and Zhang Bohu had gone out, but the room of Jiang Yilang and Murong Yan was still a little blurry, and it was very late. do what.

But... Chu Ting slapped himself on the head, why is he so stupid!Song Zhe occupied his room, so he can go to Song Zhe's room again?It’s okay to change houses temporarily for one night!He kept going to Song Zhe's room next to his own room, and when he opened the door——

"...I rely on it!"

The room is in a mess, the tables and chairs are all over the ground, the beds are in a mess, and the smell of alcohol is strong... Looking at the situation, it is not Song Zhe who said he only drank three bottles, and he seems to have been tossing around in his room After a while, he ran to Chu Ting to continue.

Chu Ting rubbed his nose, carefully avoiding the broken porcelain pieces under his feet under the moonlight, thinking that the sound insulation of the house is quite good, is there any quality guarantee in this world?He was not far from the next door, so he didn't hear any of this noise!

Concentrating on tidying up, he lifted up the table, pulled up the chair, and then lifted the quilt. He was so tired that he was really sleepy.Seeing that Song Zhe's room could not stay overnight, he turned around decisively and left, knocking on the door of Murong Yan's room next door.

——Jiang Yilang definitely couldn't choose someone to face alone in a room!

Murong Yan opened the door quickly, with a little doubt in his eyes, and asked respectfully, "Master, what are you..."

"Cough." Chu Ting felt a little embarrassed, he wasn't drunk and ran over to rub someone else's bed or something... Murong Yan got out of the way, and he walked in, took a quick look around, and found that the room was very clean and refreshing.

"It's like this." Chu Ting was very embarrassed: "Your second uncle was drunk tonight, soiled his room, and went to my side, and now he is occupying my bed... Ha, Ha, kick me out."

After Murong Yan closed the door and walked back slowly, Chu Ting casually glanced at his face, accidentally found that the color of his eyes seemed to be different from that of ordinary people, and when he looked carefully, the candlelight in the room was dim, showing a bit of amber-like luster .

"Then Master..." Murong Yan seemed to understand Chu Ting's meaning, but also seemed not to understand.He was a little hesitant, but not so sure, he walked up to Chu Ting and stood still, before he seemed to have made up his mind: "Is Master going to sleep here for the night?"

Chu Ting suddenly became a little speechless. Murong Yan's demeanor was too calm and relaxed, which made him feel like he had intruded into other people's space. He tried not to show embarrassment, tried his best to smile, and said nothing. Looking for words to temporarily change the subject: "It's so late, why didn't you sleep?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately thought of the classic phrase "Long nights of sleepless sleep", and suddenly felt absurd that he was molesting someone.Murong Yan didn't know what he was thinking, so he just pursed his lips slightly: "This disciple has just started, and he has nothing to do at night, and he is looking at the mentality of our school."

Chu Ting followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw a book spread out on the table, and on the opened page were densely written small scripts, which were exactly the Taiqing School's Taiqing Mind Method.Seeing Murong Yan being so motivated, he immediately felt like being a teacher, and asked enthusiastically, "Oh? Is there anything you don't understand?"

Murong Yan then mentioned a few places, which are places where people who just practiced martial arts tend to make mistakes. Chu Ting explained them one by one.Of course, teachers like this kind of students the most. When the next one teaches and the other learns, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

In the middle of the moon, Murong Yan finally looked a little tired. Chu Ting thought for a while, then took out the precious Nine Yin Manual, Changing Muscles and Bone Forging, and handed it to Murong Yan: "In the past two days, what are you going to do?" Give it back to me after you memorize it, and practice it slowly in the future.”

Murong Yan wasn't too surprised, but held it solemnly in his hand: "Thank you, Master."

"Hmm..." Chu Ting was speechless again, and Murong Yan had a faint smile in his eyes, and he took the initiative to say, "Master, it's getting late, why don't we just rest here?"

good apprentice!Chu Ting nodded happily: "Okay!"