I have been assisting these years

Feng Zhi looked at Qi Jin and frowned, the little girl had a pretty face, compared to her elder sister's face, she was so clear, but she looked extremely agile, even with a white face now, it was quite pleasing.

She took back the soul-returning mirror, and the extraordinary-looking mirror turned into a pendant hanging on her waist.

"Cultivate for a while, Mingzhen, do you know what to do?"

Su Mingzhen hummed.

The woman in the purple skirt meandered when she came, and her long skirt trailed the floor when she left, and whispered something when she passed by Leng Qiuzi who was standing like a wooden stake.

Leng Qiuzi followed Feng Zhi outside.

Shuzheng is not in the house, only Wen Xuanqing, Feng Changyu and Su Mingzhen are left.

Wen Xuanqing glanced at the second senior sister who had a pale face and did not stare blankly, glanced at the silent senior sister from the corner of her eye, and Su Mingzhen who was staring at Qi Jin.

I don't seem to deserve to be here.

Wen Xuanqing's natural perception made him want to run away in such an atmosphere.

"That Second Senior Sister..." He said, but unfortunately his voice trembled a little, as if he was frightened.

"Since you're awake, I'll go first... I'll see you in class."

The young man's voice was still a little rough, which made people laugh, and before Qi Jin could turn his head around, the bitter taste made him even more dizzy.

Although she knew that now that Wen Xuanqing was gone, she was left alone, but her voice couldn't keep up, so she could only stretch out her hand reluctantly.

Looks rather weak.

Before the hand was lowered, the wrist was encircled, and then the warm palm covered the back of her hand.

"Su..."

A ebony plum was stuffed into his mouth, Qi Jin's words were blocked, and a sweet and sour taste rushed up.

Su Mingzhen didn't know where to hide the ebony plums, and he could take out one from time to time to suck in his mouth. The ebony plums were sour and sweet, and his cheeks would feel uncomfortable after eating too much.Qi Jin once took a lot out of Su Ming pillow, and he ate it up before the end of a lecture, and he covered his cheeks and cursed for a long time after school.

Being taken a step ahead by Su Mingzhen, Feng Changyu's hand on the wheelchair suddenly clenched into a fist, then let go, and finally left.

The murmur of the wooden wheel came to my ears, Qi Jin held Wumei in his mouth, and the words he said were all vague——

"Elder... big sister, go... to provoke me?"

Su Mingzhen sat next to Qi Jintao. In the past, when she came over, she could not spare her eyes to look at Qi Jin's residence. Now that the other party is awake, it doesn't matter what Feng Zhi said, so she looks at Qi Jintao unscrupulously. Messy cloth pillows.

Oddly shaped and kind of funny.

"Elder Sister? I am also Elder Sister, am I here?"

She withdrew her gaze, looked at Qi Jin, and asked teasingly.

Qi Jin held the ebony plum in her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste washed away the bitterness, but her cheeks were also uncomfortable, and she squinted her eyes subconsciously.

The line of sight became a long and thin strip, and Su Mingzhen's face seemed to be cut into a small strip.

Su Mingzhen's gaze was hotter than her palm.

Qi Jin looked away and muttered in a low voice, "What kind of elder sister are you?"

There are only two senior sisters in Yuqingque's generation, Xingmen and Yuemen.

The remaining two are big brothers.

After Su Mingzhen became the deputy director, it's not that Star Gate didn't have direct disciples with good cultivation, but they used to follow Su Mingzhen before and after, and the other party still stayed. After becoming the head director, there are still many people who call her "big sister" in the Star Gate.

"I will be the elder sister of your heart."

Su Mingzhen held Qi Jin's hand, and leaned forward, almost reaching Qi Jin's face.

Qi Jin stretched out his other hand and pressed Su Mingzhen's face, "I don't want to go to the star gate."

Completely reject it.

Su Mingzhen knew that Qi Jin didn't understand what she meant, so he gave a low laugh, grabbed Qi Jin's hand with both hands, closed them, pressed his chin against it, and rubbed it for a moment.

Qi Jin got goosebumps all over his body from being numb, and Wu Mei was about to spit it out.

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Su Mingzhen poked her on the cheek, and smoothed her thick black hair, "I'm leaving."

"You've been in a coma for nearly a month, causing me to run up and down to describe being thin, and my belt is crumbling. Now I have to go back and make medicine for you..."

Her broken voice continued to babble endlessly, Qi Jin turned over irritably and didn't want to talk to her.

"So when you are better, you have to go down the mountain with me to eat a steamed crab meat dumpling, and the famous pan fried..."

She also reported the name of the dish, and waited until Qi Jin said impatiently before turning around and walking away with a smile.

In the courtyard, Feng Zhi was still talking with Leng Qiuzi.

Leng Qiuzi's stature is already considered tall among female monks, but it's not as obvious as Su Mingzhen.

But she is also a bit taller than Feng Zhi, plus she always has a straight back, the character of a cultivator seems to be transformed into that spine, and her stone-like temper is hard and annoying.

"Then the second apprentice is still short of soul, there is no problem with the soul-returning mirror, and I noticed that her body seems to be..."

"Okay, thank you."

Before Feng Zhi finished speaking, Leng Qiuzi nodded as if she didn't want to say more.

"you!"

The hands in the sleeves were tight and gave away again, even after the past few years, Feng Zhi's lingering hatred still persisted, she was the one who was let down, Leng Qiuzi always put on a look of being entangled.

"Junior Sister," Leng Qiuzi raised her eyes and was about to speak, but she saw Feng Zhi's red eyes.

She has never been good at dealing with this kind of situation, and at this moment, she swallowed the words again, and it became a "don't do this" with the meaning of years.

These three words are not pleasant to listen to, but Feng Zhi was obviously coaxed back to most of his mood by the first sentence, but he still wanted to hide his face away to hide the joy between his eyebrows.

"Thank you."

Leng Qiuzi didn't evade any more, looked at Feng Zhi, "I will solve Wujin's problem, but I hope you can keep the things in her body a secret, and don't mention it to the two juniors."

Feng Zhi: "What's the reason?"

Leng Qiuzi's eyes are as clear as when she was a teenager, but she thinks that few people dare to look at her, and her methods of beheading transgressive ghosts over the years have become more and more frightening.

"It's crucial, but it can't be said now."

Sealing the eyes facing Leng Qiuzi, Leng Qiuzi is still the same Leng Qiuzi, not even begging to be humble.

"it is good."

Feng Zhi nodded, just as Feng Changyu had left the room, the sound of the wheelchair's wheels broke their deadlock.

"Master, Chief, I'm going back first."

Feng Zhi looked at Feng Changyu's back for a while, "Why did Changyu do this?"

Leng Qiuzi: "You know, the ghost aura on her body will become stronger with age. Although Yuemen's mind can restrain this growth, it will eventually damage her tendons."

"If she hadn't been accepted as a disciple back then, she wouldn't have been tortured like this."

Feng Zhi noticed Leng Qiuzi's slightly clenched fingers.

"It's just good luck."

The woman in the moon white robe sighed: "She has her destiny."

"Then how do you keep the matter you entrusted to me?"

Feng Zhi suddenly asked.

Leng Qiuzi stared at Feng Zhi, and after a while, said: "You can eat the shepherd's purse dumplings in the west of the city."

When Su Mingzhen came out, he heard Yuemen's always aloof boss say this to his boss.

The shepherd's purse dumplings in the west of the city are also quite famous among Yuqingque's disciples. If it weren't for the fact that they had to go down the mountain easily, these disciples would have to go down the mountain to eat every day.

But this is also a bit too unworthy of the status of the chief executive.

Besides, who is Feng Zhi, who only eats cakes, which must be eaten by the children of the aristocratic family, how could it be...

"it is good."

Su Mingzhen felt that his ears were probably deaf.

If Qi Jin was here, he probably would feel the same way.

Her master would actually eat shepherd's purse dumplings with someone?

After a few days, Qi Jin was alive and kicking, and he took his junior and younger brother to study every day as usual, but his life was not as comfortable as before.

Leng Qiuzi didn't go out anymore, she stayed in the door to teach her disciples, and even Qi Jin's time in the hot spring was taken up, which became the strict teaching of the master.

If it were someone else, Qi Jin could still pretend to be pitiful and coquettish, but he was facing her, a master with some facial nerve disorders, so that he was as tired as a dog every day.

Over the years, she has also eaten a lot of natural materials and earthly treasures brought by her parents from Jingyu, but it is a pity that they are of no use at all, her cultivation base has not improved at all, and now she is reduced to the point where she is hanged and beaten when she competes with Wen Xuanqing.

What are you doing, the hero is too strong, three months of entry is worth 38 years to me!

Thinking about it, fortunately it was Wen Xuanqing who practiced against each other, not other disciples, otherwise Qi Jin really felt that he would die of depression.

Leng Qiuzi's sword and qin are both good, but it's a pity that Qi Jin doesn't have half a talent for learning the qin, and tuning the strings can make people bleed. In the end, Leng Qiuzi had to give up and let Qi Jin practice kendo wholeheartedly.

Her apprentice's own sword was still as heavy as death, but it actually looked like a knife in appearance. Qi Jin saw that his slender arms and legs were able to swing a few times, which surprised Wen Xuanqing.

After all, he tried to pick up his Second Senior Sister's Taiqiong Sword in the morning class last time, but he didn't expect that the sword would not move at all, causing him to be laughed at by Qi Jin for a long time.

I don't know how Qi went up to Cuiling Mountain with a sword on his back this morning.

Another day, Qi Jin finished copying the content stipulated by the teacher in "Fu Lu Shu", threw away the pen and paper, and ran outside. Shuzheng beside him always felt that something was wrong with Qi Jin.

Usually after school, I would play for a while, or take my younger brother Wen Xuanqing for a walk before coming back, but today I went back to the house early and started drawing symbols.

"Owner!"

"Shuzheng, I'm going down the mountain today. Don't tell me. I'll bring you shepherd's purse dumplings when I come back. Su Mingzhen said it's delicious."

Qi wanted to go down the mountain this morning.

That day Su Mingzhen shared with her the gossip about her master and the head of the Star Gate, but her attention was on the shepherd's purse dumplings, wishing to eat them right away.

It's a pity that during this period of time, she was tortured by her homework so much that she couldn't bear to live. In addition to the recurring courses, there was also the daily teaching of the master, not to mention Feng Changyu's teaching of Taoism.

They are all things that are not in "Fu Lu Shu", some super-class, but Qi Jin is a little afraid of Feng Changyu, or it may be that they are also senior sisters, Su Mingzhen seems to be able to talk a lot.

Or maybe it was the veil that Feng Changyu hadn't taken off all the year round, and the identity of the other party's heroine, which made her unable to feel intimacy. Every time she saw it, she felt like running away.

During this period of abuse, her cultivation seems to have improved a little, at least she can finally use the sound transmission talisman.

As she ran outside, she talked to Su Mingzhen over there through the sound transmission talisman.

"Have you finished talking with your younger brother and younger sister?"

When school was officially over, many inner disciples would greet Qi Jin when they saw him in the aisle.

While coping with it, Qi Jin listened to Su Mingzhen joking over there——

"Senior Sister Qi is so majestic." Su Mingzhen was also a little noisy, all calling the chief and senior sister, chirping, no different from the hustle and bustle on Qi Jin's side.

"Wait for me at Liantai, I'll be right over."

Qi Jin hummed.

She was so immersed in the joy of going down the mountain to eat delicious food that she didn't even notice that the group of disciples around her had dispersed, and she just ran straight into Feng Changyu's wheelchair.

When he almost fell on the other party, he supported the handrail, barely stood up straight, and shouted hello to the big sister who was buzzing like a mosquito.

Feng Changyu sized Qi Jin up and down, his eyes lingering on the five-pointed sound transmission talisman in the opponent's hand for a moment, and asked——

"Where are you going, sister?"