"explain."

Ying Qian lowered her head because she was too tired, so she simply sat on the ground and curled her fingers at Shen Yan.

"Ask me if you have any questions, otherwise I'll have to go back to sleep."

She doesn't have the dignified and rigorous appearance that a teacher should have.

Yawning without saying anything.

Even the sitting posture is crooked.

The long hair like ink flow fell to the ground.

A ray was carried by the wind and hit Shen Yan's fingertips, but it brought a burning sensation like a burning flame.

He pursed his lips and finally sat next to Yingqian.

Lin Mubai wanted to leave.

But upon seeing this, after hesitating for a moment, he still stopped.

But he only stood aside and did not sit down.

Some outer disciples saw that Ying Qian seemed to be giving lectures, so they quickly gathered around him.

Seeing more and more people gathering.

Yingqian couldn't help but sigh.

She knew it.

Taking care of an apprentice is the most troublesome.

Although his face was full of frustration, Yingqian still answered all questions and solved a lot of doubts with just one word.

Even Shen Yan and Lin Mubai, who had just started, benefited a lot.

He just watched Ying Qian's attention being drawn away by those outer disciples.

Shen Yan couldn't help but tighten her thin lips.

His doubts.

It is not a practice.

But looking at it now, it seems that there is no chance to ask.

When Yingqian was explaining the doubts of these outer disciples, Fugui also ran back.

Seeing this scene, he did not dare to disturb him, quietly retreated to Shen Yan's side, and asked in a low voice:

"Master is very powerful, isn't he?"

Shen Yan glanced at him but didn't reply.

Lin Mubai wanted to speak, but then he thought of the word "junior sister" and closed his mouth angrily.

Fu Gui didn't care and continued to mind his own business:

"Although Master is a little lazy, his skills are among the best in the entire Qingheng Mountain! I am afraid that only the third uncle who is in charge of the battle pavilion can compare with Master."

Shen Yan finally spoke and asked:

"Executive Battle Pavilion?"

"yes."

Fugui nodded, a look of helplessness appeared on his fleshy face, and said:

"But the relationship between Master and Third Uncle... Fortunately, Third Uncle is now in seclusion, otherwise..."

He stumbled over his words.

His expression looked helpless at one moment and happy at another.

"Don't mention this anymore."

Fugui shook his head and said with a smile:

"Wait a moment, I will take you to get your identity jade tokens and clothes, and then I will take you to see your senior brother and third junior sister!"

Wait until these outer disciples are finally sent away.

Yingqian was afraid that something would happen again.

I jogged all the way back to the bamboo house.

Sitting on the bed, she weighed the empty wine bottle and let out a long sigh.

Qin Qinglang is such a good senior brother, I am afraid that she will be idle.

I have to find something for her to do.

Ying Qian fell on the bed, cursed and closed her eyes.

Her sleep was not sweet at all.

When she was confused, she ran to the wine cellar and found Yingqian lying on the pile of wine jars, then she sighed with satisfaction.

What the fuck...

That’s life!

Yingqian didn't know how much time had passed.

Wait until she crawls out of the wine cellar with difficulty.

Youxian Pavilion is still the same.

Just looking around, there was no one there, and she didn't know where her disciples had gone.

Ying Qian's body was filled with the aroma of wine, but he was in a very good mood.

She looked for a random direction and wandered for a while. She didn't see anyone yet, but she could smell countless noisy sounds.

"Who asked you to touch Third Senior Sister's things?"

"Elder brother has spoken, but you still haven't knelt down obediently!"

"Do you really think that if you change your clothes, you won't be a beggar anymore?"

"Brother, don't be like this..."

Ying Qian frowned and glanced sideways.

I saw a group of people gathering together outside the bamboo forest, making a lot of noise.

They were surrounded by a pretty woman in pink and a thin young man with narrow eyes.

And surrounded by the center.

But it was Shen Yan.

The woman in pink clothes stepped sideways in front of Shen Yan, frowned slightly and said:

"Senior Brother Beiyang, it's all a misunderstanding. I gave the veil to Junior Brother. You'd better not embarrass him any more."

"You've just entered the door and you're disrespectful to senior sister. You might do something treacherous in the future?"

Beiyang snorted coldly, glanced at Shen Yan from the corner of his eye, and saw the silk handkerchief falling at his feet, his eyes immediately became a little colder.

"As a senior brother, I am just replacing the master to teach the junior fellow apprentices!"

"But..."

"Junior sister Yunmeng, you don't need to defend him anymore."

Interrupting Fang Yunmeng's words, Beiyang winked at the surrounding outer disciples and said:

"What are you waiting for?"

Those people immediately started moving.

Countless fists and kicks were thrown at Shen Yan.

He is just a boy of eleven or twelve years old.

How could he withstand such a beating?

As he watched, the scars on his body gradually accumulated.

Even the consciousness is a little blurry.

But even so.

But Shen Yan gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Fang Yunmeng stood aside and wanted to stop drinking, but in the end he just shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, what is this?"

An outer disciple bent down and picked up a small red object from the ground.

It's just a tattered amulet, like the cheapest and crudest style found in temples, with the word "peace" crookedly embroidered with yellow silk thread in the center.
To be continued...