Keyboard Immortal Chapter 490: Sneak attack

Rage from Qiu Hong Tears +233!

Obviously she respects her master, whom Zaan used to describe her in such a way that she was very upset.

"Ah! Women?" Zaun was suddenly interested.

I'm not sleepy when you talk about this.

"Then how old is your master? Does he look good? Have you ever been married or something?..." Zaan asked a series of questions.

Autumn Red Tears: "..."

She couldn't help being ashamed and angry: "You bastard, you even hit my master's idea?"

Rage from Qiu Hong Tears +100!

"What do you mean by hitting your master's idea," Zaan certainly wouldn't admit, "Didn't you invite me to join your sect, you don't tell me the most basic information, and there's no sincerity at all."

Qiu Hong's tears were all dizzy by him, and when he thought about it, he would know the news sooner or later when he got to the teaching, so he might as well tell him to show his sincerity, so he said, "I don't know the exact age of my master. Clearly, she looks very young like my sister on the outside, but it should be more than that."

"Master's face... She is naturally very beautiful, but few people can see her true face. Whether you have this chance or not depends on your luck."

"As for marriage, as far as I know, my master is not married and has always been single, but she seems to have been missing someone."

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Hearing her explanation, Zaan couldn't help sighing, "You made me want to see your master so much, but in this way, your master is still a womanizer."

Qiu Hong frowned with tears in her eyes: "Why do you still say that."

Rage from Qiu Hong Tears +135!

Zuan laughed: "It doesn't have to be a lecherous man, otherwise why would she take a handsome, suave and suave guy like me as an apprentice."

Autumn Red Tears: "..."

The Bing Sanren on the roof sneered again and again, but hey, he still thinks too much. With this kid's temperament, if he doesn't need to do it himself when he returns to the teaching, he will die without a place to be buried.

Qiu Hong Lei hurriedly said: "By the way, there is something I must remind you, you must not be so open-mouthed in front of my Master, Master is a very strict person, if someone in the teaching violates the rules, Many of them will be executed by her. If you talk nonsense in front of her and make her old man angry, I can't save you."

Zuan laughed and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, that's what she does to others, not to me."

Autumn Red Tears: "..."

She doesn't even know how to respond. Why does this guy look so bad now?

"By the way, what does that Lu Sanyuan have to do with you? I thought he was your leader at first?" Zaan asked curiously.

Qiu Hong Lei replied: "He is the teacher's junior brother and my uncle."

The ice scattered person on the roof shook his head, the saint told him everything, and I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup this guy gave her.

Hmph, after all, women are unreliable, they are so cool and unattainable on weekdays, and meeting the right man is not all kinds of enthusiasm.

Be sure to report the matter to the sect leader after the Muslim period. This woman is a money loser who has grown up with her elbows turned out.

At the same time, tell other brothers to stop licking, there is already someone else in your heart, and you can't lick it hot.

The two in the room, unaware of his mental activity, continued to chat.

Zuan sighed: "What is your sect called? Why do people call you the Demon Sect? Is it related to the Demon Race?"

He couldn't help but think of Yun Yuqing, thinking that it was related, maybe everyone could really become their own people.

Qiu Honglei shook her head: "We have nothing to do with the demons. We call ourselves holy religions, but people in the world don't understand our ideas, and they often use demons to slander us."

Zuan snorted, "What is your philosophy?"

Qiu Honglei explained: "The mainstream concept of the imperial court in the past dynasties is that cultivation is the qualification of a few qualified and talented people, but once you become a practitioner, you can completely change your destiny and enjoy the glory and wealth of the world. Because those The powerful often marry the powerful, and their children are more likely to have the cultivation aptitude. If this continues for a long time, the number of commoners who can cultivate the cultivation aptitude will become rarer and rarer..."

"The leader believes that everyone is equal, and that cultivation should not be reserved for a small number of people, but that everyone should be qualified to practice. She has been promoting this view, and she is also studying how to make ordinary people practice. But these are not tolerated by the mainstream of the practice world, and they are all regarded as demons." As she spoke, she became emotional, and she was obviously filled with righteous indignation.

Zuan smacked his tongue: "I didn't expect your master to have such a noble idea."

Qiu Hong was startled with tears. He didn't expect that he would agree with this concept, so he grabbed his hand in surprise, "Did you really think this way, didn't you say it on purpose because it made me happy?"

Zuan wondered: "This is indeed a noble ideal, why should I lie to you?"

"My master will definitely like you!" Qiu Hong burst into tears, happy like a child.

Zuan was taken aback for a moment. He had never seen Qiu Honglei like this before. She must know that she has always had the kind of aura that turned all beings upside down, as if all men were under her control.

But only then did people realize that she was just a teenage girl.

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What are you looking at? "Qiu Honglei suddenly noticed his line of sight and couldn't help but blushed slightly and said unnaturally.

"You've never been so happy before." Zaun couldn't help sighing.

"Of course, it's rare to meet someone like you who can understand our philosophy. In the past, when those people heard what I said, they all avoided it like a snake. , just follow me on purpose." Qiu Hong's teary eyes were like stars in the night sky, shining with a beautiful light.

"Don't be too happy." Zaan poured cold water, "Although this is a lofty ideal, it is destined to go against the trend, and there will be no good results."

What a joke, what are those practitioners working so hard for? Of course, for the sake of glory, wealth, and various privileges, how could it be possible to allow everyone in the world to succeed in cultivation?

Not to mention those aristocratic families, even ordinary practitioners would not agree. They finally turned around through practice and were about to become nobles. As a result, you told him that everyone in the world can practice. Isn't this killing them? .

Qiu Hong Lei put away her smile: "We also know that the road ahead is difficult, but we know we can't do it, and that is our belief."

Zuan couldn't help but admire her glowing eyes.

At this time, the Bing Sanren on the roof was sneering again and again. When I joined the Holy Religion, which one was not full of ideals, but is it useful to have ideals alone? Now everyone understands that it is better to improve their own cultivation and make good money to enjoy. Wang Dao, as for the rest, there is only the leader to worry about.

The Holy Maiden looks very clever, how can she take it seriously.

Is it true that there are no women with big breasts...

At this moment, a snow-white dust whisk suddenly wrapped around his neck. He was startled and subconsciously wanted to resist, but the silk thread of the dust whisk seemed to be alive, and instantly inserted into his neck, and he was covered in blood. Immediately, all the threads on the whisk were sucked out.

The snow-white silk threads turned bright red, and the Bing Sanren tried desperately to struggle, but at this time, he had no strength, let alone struggle, he couldn't even warn him.

He watched in horror as the flesh on his arm gradually melted away, leaving only a piece of skin in the end.

He was in a state of death, but unfortunately his consciousness soon plunged into darkness.

Soon a bewitching Taoist nun appeared on the roof and put the whisk away. The blood on the whisk slowly rose and entered her body through the handle.

"The taste of blood is really wonderful." The Taoist nun looked intoxicated, and then stared at the room below with a dangerous light in her eyes, "It seems like I caught a big fish this time."