Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Mingxia Mountain has long days in summer, and the sun rises from the east after dusk.

Today, there was a meeting as usual to discuss some very boring issues of Taoism construction. Yue Qianqiu was sick and absent as usual, but Su Zhanyi brought Qin Xiaocui, who was watching the excitement, and caused a little controversy.

It is said that Qin Xiaocui is Yue Qianqiu's disciple, and was given to Su Zhanyi by Yue Qianqiu for his entertainment.

This is harsh enough to say, but the person concerned doesn't care at all.

What should be innocent is innocent. If someone has dust in his eyeballs, everything he sees will be filthy.

Thinking of this, Xiao Cui begged Su Zhanyi to take her to watch the fun.

Su Zhanyi really couldn't beat her, so he could only take her behind him.

"Master Yuefeng is too lazy to go, why do you have to go?"

"Go and see what's missing a piece of meat, let's go."

Also present at the scene was Song Chunhan, who was forced by Yue Qianqiu to attend on his behalf.

"Help your master sign it, and you will stand there like a log. You can take Axue's book under the bed and read it casually. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do." Yue Qianqiu said to him.

Song Chunhan asked angrily, "Why didn't you let Mu Chenxue go?"

"Be polite to your elder brother." Mu Chenxue stood behind him, slapped Song Chunhan on the back, and said with a sneer, "Can you bake cakes for Master? Are you as good at baking cakes as I am? If not, just go to the meeting and just sign in. If you talk so much nonsense, be careful and I will report to the suzerain."

Song Chunhan rolled his eyes at Mu Chenxue, and saw that the edge of a book was protruding from his arms. As soon as he stepped forward, he took a copy of "The Personal Bodyguard of the Queen of the Demon World" from his arms.

Seeing this unhealthy title, Yue Qianqiu's pupils were shocked.

"Didn't you say that you don't read miscellaneous books? Why do you still read them!" Yue Qianqiu exclaimed, "You are disobedient!"

"Master! That's pure love! It's true!" Mu Chenxue hurriedly explained that he was afraid that Yue Qianqiu would misunderstand, so he stuffed the cake into Song Chunhan's hand and said to him in a hurry: "Okay, go to the meeting Already!"

So Song Chunhan stood there, holding a copy of "The Personal Bodyguard of the Queen of the Demon Realm" in his hand.

He flipped through the storybook with little interest, and at the end, he fell hard on the ground, cursing: "It's really about pure love, the title is deceiving!"

At this time, the meeting proceeded to the question of the capital expenditure of Mingxia Mountain in the next 100 years.

The masters of the peaks gave important instructions on the 100-year capital expenditure. Nanhuang Fengyuan Liuchen pointed out: "As a major plan for the future development of Mingxia Mountain, the capital expenditure should be used in real ways and implemented in real ways to satisfy the disciples and reassure the suzerain. .”

Dongling Shangguan Wuji strongly agreed with Yuan Liuchen's words. He pointed out: "The use of funds must be reasonable and in compliance with regulations, and should be used moderately and cautiously. We should not waste every tael of money, nor should we save excessively."

Xiyanfeng Ziyunkai mentioned: "The rational use of funds is under certain circumstances—"

You people!You can't talk about the key points in a meeting!There is a bunch of nonsense going around, making it hard for people not to sleep!Song Chunhan was drowsy, so he was counting on what Mr. Futong could say to save him from sleepiness.

The last suzerain, Fu Tongjun, made a summary of the meeting: "Mingxia Mountain, as a new sect, has developed in an all-round way in the past 600 years, and it is inseparable from the joint efforts of the suzerains... This meeting discussed the use of funds. ...although no consensus can be reached in ... but in the future we can still discuss the issue of ...."

Just when a boring meeting was coming to an end, the shit-stirring stick Bai Wusi jumped out again.

"Sovereign Master, I have something to ask."

Hearing Bai Wusi's tone, it must not be a good thing, Song Chunhan suddenly became energetic, he looked at Bai Wusi, wondering what else this man wanted to say.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Fu Tong stared at him with killing intent in his eyes.

"Do Taoist people have to cut off worldly concerns before they can enter?"

Fu Tongjun nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then please, Mr. Fu Tong, consciously give up the position of suzerain and withdraw from the Xuanmen!" Bai Wusi snapped, and drew his sword to point at Mr. Fu Tong.

Song Chunhan was still watching the fun just now, when he suddenly saw Bai Wusi drawing his sword and rushing towards Mr. Futong, he cried out in his heart that it was not good, and immediately stepped forward, trying to block Mr. Futong.

It's a pity that Mr. Fu Tong is too popular. Before Song Chunhan could take a few steps, some disciples stood in front of Mr. Fu Tong as if they were courteous.

"Mr. Futong, you killed your husband and left home to achieve today's achievements. Don't you feel guilty?" Bai Wusi said with a soft smile, "You are 300 years old, from Wangjiacun, Ningzhou, Jiangnan. , when I was 14 years old, my parents married Li Si in the neighboring village, and you didn’t want to marry, so you killed Li Si on the wedding night.”

Song Chunhan has seen this kind of old-fashioned plot countless times in Mu Shenxue's storybook, and he doesn't know where the inspiration for this shit-stirring stick comes from, and he wants to practice it on Fu Tong-jun.

Song Chunhan couldn't take it anymore, he directly stepped on the disciple in front of him, and jumped in front of Bai Wusi: "Wow, you bitch, don't spout blood! Mr. Fu Tong is upright and kind-hearted, how could you do such a thing? You were annoyed at seeing Mr. Futong early in the morning, and you just wanted to deliberately spread rumors to squeeze her!"

Song Chunhan pointed at his nose and cursed, "You bitch!"

Of course, Mr. Futong didn't understand Song Chunhan's love at all. She said coldly: "Song Chunhan! Get down!" Afterwards, a flying sword came and took Song Chunhan aside. He looked at Bai Wusi intently.

"What evidence do you have for saying that?" Mr. Fu Tong asked, besides indifference, there was also a touch of murder in his eyes.

"If there is no evidence, how dare I say it?"

Bai Wusi smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and asked someone to bring a quilt.

"The villagers spurned Mr. Futong for killing your husband, so naturally they didn't record you in the genealogy, but they kept the blood bed of your killing and fighting. You may not have imagined that this family hates you so much, it's just These things have been passed down from generation to generation for 300 years, and during the 300 years, the family has passed word of mouth, saying that a poisonous woman killed her husband and climbed a high branch by herself."

Bai Wusi caressed the quilt which was already so brittle that it would crumble when pinched, and said, "This is the evidence! If it's not enough, there are witnesses. Every time the Li family gets married, they must tell your story."

Mr. Fu Tong thought that he could forget these things, but when Bai Wusi showed her past humiliation before her eyes, the painful memories of just a few years came to her eyes again.

Whether it was the Clear Water Sword or the acting suzerain, all the honors in front of him seemed to be unable to suppress the humiliation they had suffered.

Her surname is not Fu, her surname is Wang, and she is Wang Afang, a village woman. Her parents gave birth to seven or eight children. Li Si from the next village exchanged some dowry money.

Although married, Li Si disliked Wang Afang for being young, so he didn't touch her, and hung out with his sister-in-law.

For Wang Afang, it's the same everywhere, she has to be beaten, she has to work, and she has to go without food. If Li Si doesn't touch her, she will live on.

But she will grow up. After staying in Li's house for two years, Wang Afang grew up, and the way Li Si looked at her changed. He wanted to marry her in the bridal chamber.

But Wang Afang really hated Li Si in her heart, she was never a material to be submissive, she thought to herself, if Li Si did something again, she would hack Li Si to death.

Sure enough, Li Si drank too much on the wedding night and wanted to beat her again. Wang Afang was so angry that she picked up an ax and chopped Li Si off.He escaped from Lijia Village in the dark.

After that, she met Fu Qiu, the noble man of her life, and went to Bitong Peak to learn martial arts and the way of cultivating immortals.

Fu Qiu sympathized with her experience. Regardless of Wang Afang's background, he named her Mr. Futong and taught her the clear water sword technique, turning her from a peasant woman into a monk.

Mr. Futong clenched her fists and stared at Bai Wusi. She only hated herself for why she didn't kill the whole Li family when she softened her heart. They let Li Si bully and beat her. Now they have descendants——

"Mr. Futong, do you dare to admit that the dripping blood on it is not yours?"

"Admit that fart! What age are you still playing slut/humiliating/humiliating." Suddenly a voice came, breaking the deadlock.

Bai Wusi frowned, trying to find the source of the sound, but when he turned his head, he saw Su Zhanyi's new pet calling out there.

"I admit, these two things don't belong to Mr. Fu Tong, they belong to me." Qin Xiaocui stood up, patted her chest and said, "Stop making up stories to slander fairies, I killed my husband, I And I gave birth to a son with someone else, what? Are you mad?"

Qin Xiaocui is under 300 years old, where did the blood handkerchief from [-] years ago come from?

Bai Wusi still wanted to speak, but he heard several female disciples stand up one after another and say, "It's mine."

One after another, many female disciples stood up and struggled, insisting on admitting that the blood bed was their own.

This time, Bai Wusi did not expect it.

Are these women vying to admit that they are not afraid of their reputation being damaged? !

Bai Wusi really doesn't understand this time, it's obviously a matter of women's fame, why these people don't care at all, in order to cover up for Mr. Futong, they have to stand up?

"This matter is about women's fame—" Qin Xiaocui interrupted him before he finished speaking.

But he heard Qin Xiaocui say: "Women's fame festival is something illusory, why should you care about it? What do you want to do when you pull out these things?" Qin Xiaocui opened his mouth and asked Bai Wusi: "You take out these things, why do you care?" Who do you want to humiliate? Is it a shame to be married and have a marriage contract? I don’t care, all the female disciples don’t care, and Mr. Fu Tong doesn’t care, only you care! You are the only one holding dirty old customs as a pawn baby."

Xiaocui sneered and continued, "The times have changed!" She turned to look at Song Chunhan, raised her head and said to Bai Wusi, "How about the blood I shed when I gave birth to Xiao Song? Do you have any opinions?"

Song Chunhan added in a timely manner: "Mother is good!"

"Qin Xiaocui! You are under [-]! How come you have such a big son!"

Qin Xiaocui shot back: "You all know that it is impossible for me to have children, and it is impossible for Mr. Fu Tong to get married. You can believe what others say. Come to the Demon Realm tomorrow and someone will tell me 8000 taels of silver, and I will kill the Demon Lord immediately." , do you really give money? You don’t understand such a simple truth, you just want to frame Mr. Futong, and what’s more, even if she married someone? Even if she gave birth to a child, it doesn’t matter to you! Kill your husband Running away from home and becoming a CEO is an inspirational life! It is worth learning from all the women present!"

"Xuanmen rules——"

"You big-headed ghost!" Qin Xiaocui suppressed Bai Wusi with sharp teeth and sharp mouth: "Shut up, you bitch."

"Okay! Others don't count, she took a life 300 years ago, so she should forget it?" Bai Wusi was hard-hearted, and he pulled out the Li family's descendants from Li Family Village and said, "Wife kills husband, is heaven forgiving? "

"No, I was the one who killed my husband 300 years ago." A voice came from a distance, and a beautiful figure slowly walked in, startling everyone.

Beyond Qianqiu——

Is it more than a thousand years?

Why would he dress up as a woman—

That's not the point, the point is that he looks like a real woman.

"Brother, what are you doing!?" Xiao Cui didn't understand, and asked Yue Qianqiu with the shape of her mouth.

Yue Qianqiu smiled brightly and said: "Feng Ling helped me cut the female number."

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Why did Qianqiu cut the female number?

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