Junior Disciple C

"Sweeping is also very particular. Fellow Daoist Hao Chen, can you..." Feng Ye looked at the place Hao Chen swept, there were fallen leaves scattered here and there, as if he hadn't swept it.

He paused, and continued with a bit of disgust: "Be a little more careful."

It was a waste of time to work, but I still despise myself for not doing well.Hao Chen should have thought so, but his heartbeat in the morning made him unable to help but change his attitude towards Feng Ye.

He found that instead of naively competing with the other party on trivial matters such as sweeping the floor, it is better to start from other aspects.

So, he smiled apologetically: "I didn't do well. If Fellow Daoist Feng Ye can... personally... teach me, then I can definitely do better."

Feng Ye: "..." There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but when Hao Chen said the word "in person", he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation. After going around in a circle, he spit out with a lingering ending sound, adding a touch of charm.

Isn't this guy teasing me?Feng Ye couldn't help thinking.

But he looked at Hao Chen again, with an innocent look on his face.

Probably not, after all, this guy has always spoken in this tone, which always makes people think wrong.Feng Ye thought again.

Besides... who would dare to tease themselves?If someone really dared, Feng Ye would not be angry, but would admire the other party's courage.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye stopped caring about Hao Chen, and didn't take Hao Chen's words, and just continued to do his own thing.

Hao Chen saw that Feng Ye didn't agree, the smile on his lips deepened.

It seemed that he had really discovered Feng Ye's weakness, every time he teased Feng Ye, Feng Ye would keep silent.

Yes, he was teasing Feng Ye.Not only now, but also before.

Of course he knew that what he said was easy to make people think wrong, and he said it on purpose.

Although Hao Chen is a fossil-level bachelor, being single does not mean that he is a decent person or fish.On the contrary, he was very coquettish, and he would open his mouth to tease people without even thinking about it, it was completely a subconscious speaking habit.

So before when he had no feelings for Feng Ye, he would talk like that, but now, he went one level above intentional, he said that deliberately.

Although he thought he still didn't have any feelings for Feng Ye, after all, that face was too ordinary, but he couldn't help trying to find a sense of presence in front of Feng Ye.

The way he finds his presence is to flirt with Feng Ye, who is probably hundreds of rounds younger than him, with an old face, which can be described as extremely shameless.

After a brief conversation, the two swept the floor again, but they didn't pay much attention to sweeping.

Hao Chen would glance at Feng Ye from time to time, like a voyeur.And Feng Ye was thinking about the martial arts competition. After all, the rest time had passed, and Fang Yang should go to the next competition.

Feng Ye was not worried. While watching Fang Yang's battle, he also watched the competitions of other junior disciples. He could say with certainty that no one would be Fang Yang's opponent.

It's a sure thing that the junior he picked up will win the championship, but it's a pity that he can't watch the battle by the side, and he really wants to check and accept his teaching results.

However, maybe if I scan faster, I can also catch up with the finals?

Feng Ye quickened his movements, but just as he was scanning for a while, suddenly a fellow student who looked like a junior disciple hurried past him.

When the visitor passed by Feng Ye, he turned his head inadvertently. Seeing that it was Feng Ye, his eyes lit up, his footsteps turned, and he walked straight to Feng Ye.

His tone was sharp: "Are you Fang Yang's friend? Do you know where he is?"

Feng Ye was taken aback for a moment, but instead of answering, he asked, "What happened?"

The person who came quickly explained: "The next game is his, but he has not shown up. If he doesn't come again, he should be regarded as a waiver."

"That's stupid... Did he oversleep?" When seeing a stranger approaching Feng Ye, Hao Chen leaned over, listened silently to understand the cause and effect, and then casually expressed his guess, because it was too smooth He almost said the nickname he gave Fang Yang in his heart.

Feng Ye glanced at Hao Chen, but said nothing.His thoughts turned, Fang Yang overslept?Absolutely impossible, Feng Ye is very clear about this silly boy's devilish routine, every day he wakes up at dawn, and dances to the sound of chickens, even if he is taking a nap, he will wake up on time.Oversleeping can only happen to you.

If Fang Yang overslept, Feng Ye would not believe it unless all the chickens in the world were dead.

Obviously, the chickens are not dead yet.

Then there is only one possibility—something went wrong.

"Don't talk about it, I still have to find someone." The junior disciple who was in charge of the notification saw that the time for the start of the competition was getting closer, and was anxious to leave.

Feng Ye suddenly stretched out his arms to stop him: "No need, I'll go find him."

This could not be better, to save myself from running around.The junior disciple who was in charge of the notification handed over the matter to Feng Ye. Although he was not familiar with Feng Ye, Fang Yang seemed to play with this person a lot, so it should be no problem to leave it to him.

After the junior disciple left, Feng Ye stood on the spot without saying a word. He closed his eyes, felt the location of the piece of bamboo he had made, threw the broom and walked to the lodging place.

Hao Chen followed closely behind him, and he didn't say any inappropriate jokes at this moment. From Feng Ye's furrowed brows, he sensed that Feng Ye was probably not in a good mood at the moment.

The two walked a little slower than running all the way, and hurried back to the dormitory.

At the same time as Feng Ye pushed open Fang Yang's tightly closed door, the low sobs in the room were no longer blocked, breaking into the ears of the two people standing at the door.

Feng Ye's gaze searched the room, passed over the tables, chairs, and bed, and finally looked at Fang Yang who was curled up in a corner and curled himself into a ball.

Tears kept falling from his eye sockets like stringed bead curtains, and his facial features were tightly wrinkled together, which was extremely ugly.

Seeing the opened door and the two people standing at the door, Fang Yang immediately stopped crying and rubbed his eyes as if covering up, trying to pretend that he was not crying.

He even tried to shout in his usual relaxed tone: "Brother..."

It's a pity that as soon as the words came out, there was a hoarse and ugly cry.

Feng Ye's footsteps entering the door paused for a moment, then he raised his steps again, walking towards Fang Yang firmly and powerfully.

He squatted down in front of Fang Yang, pulled Fang Yang's right hand holding his knee with some force, and caught Fang Yang's meridians.

Hao Chen stood behind Feng Ye, watching silently. He tapped his chin with the handle of his fan. Fang Yang's cultivation seemed...regressed a lot?

The third level of Qi Refining... Feng Ye let go of the hand holding Fang Yang's meridians. He felt a large amount of spiritual power in Fang Yang's meridians, and his cultivation directly regressed from the seventh level of Qi Refining to the third level of Qi Refining. layer.

There are generally two reasons for the retreat of the cultivation base, one is seriously injured, or one is insane.

Obviously, Fang Yang did not meet these two reasons. Fang Yang didn't have any serious trauma on his body, at most it was a slight scratch from the martial arts competition.

It's even more impossible to become obsessed, he has left Fang Yang for more than an hour, and there is no time to rest for such a short time, so there is no time to practice.

Then there can only be one answer, someone poisoned Fang Yang.