"Yeah, I know," Cheng Qian nodded, took out a tip from his arms and handed it to him, "I thought I couldn't catch up, you can take this with me, be careful on the way."

Yan Zhengming, who was being exposed to the side, looked at him and asked, "What are you rushing to deliver?"

Xue Qing opened the small brocade bag as he spoke, and there was only a small wooden sign inside. When he took it out, Yan Zhengming's eyes were straightened - that was a puppet talisman.

Cheng Qian said with some shame: "I am not strong enough and have never been able to do anything. I have only been trying to do this for many days. You can take it with me, but you should be more careful on the way. After all, this thing is out of my hands. If I encounter someone with higher cultivation than me, it will be useless piece of broken wood."

Xue Qing hurriedly said, ", thank you, uncle of the third master."

Yan Zhengming felt extremely disgusted and said to himself: "I don't have it, I have worked so hard to raise this little ungrateful wolf so big, I didn't even have a whistle. I worked hard to make a puppet talisman, and I was ahead of others. It's really unreasonable!"

And the head of the sect was not willing to make unreasonable trouble with Taoist boy and junior brother in broad daylight. Yan Zhengming had to be stern and just seriously instruct Xue Qing to go back quickly. After sending him away, he didn't even look at Cheng Qian, and turned around and wanted to leave angrily.

But after walking two steps, he called Cheng Qian to look at the direction of the boat. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't notice that he was angry at all. Master Yan specially retreated again. After waiting for a while, when Cheng Qian turned around with great thoughts, he seized the opportunity and hummed hard. Cheng Qian listened. Then, under the wonderful gaze of his junior brother Mo's stalker, he turned around and walked.

Cheng Qian hurriedly looked around and found that there was no one here, so he was humming himself.

He asked in confusion: "Senior Brother, why are you?"

Yan Zhengming ignored him and just kept his head moving forward. Cheng Qian had no idea what disease he had had. He wanted to let him stay wherever he was cool, but the senior brother of the sect got angry and was incurable. In order not to become a Taoist boy who combed his hair, Cheng Qian had to chase him.

The two chased after each other, even left the Pegasus behind, and they kept making trouble to their residence. In the end, Cheng Qian no longer cared about what was wrong with the elder brother, so he followed helplessly.

Yan Zhengming slammed the door hard and locked him outside.

When facing Qingjing's bored water pit in the yard, it's no wonder - usually, when the eldest brother and the senior brother are together, they are more like ordinary adults, while the fourth brother is not much better than her. They rarely dare to disobey the senior brother, but the third brother always looks like "I did nothing", which makes the senior brother so angry that he loses his demeanor.

Shuikeng was humming a small song leisurely and sang: "Yaa, what evil do you think of that little enemy?"

Cheng Qian walked straight over, touched her head, leaned over and drew a circle of talismans under her feet, and said gently: "After reciting the sutra thirty times, you will be dispersed. Be good, don't look at it, the 'little enemies' can't save you."

The water puddle feels like it is burning.

Cheng Qian returned to the house smoothly. As soon as he opened the door, the smile on his face suddenly solidified. Cheng Qian suddenly turned around and his eyes scraped through the courtyard, but there was no one in the courtyard except a puddle that was chanting scriptures.

Cheng Qian dunn, put one hand on the wooden sword around his waist, walked in carefully, and closed the door - someone came to his room, leaving something behind.

That sword, not a wooden sword, a real real sword.
Chapter completed!