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Ming Kong made up a common origin, but fortunately, he worked hard to maintain a fairly loyal image, and his appearance was not bad, and he was finally accepted by an elder.
This elder's qualifications and cultivation base are not high, and he is also in charge of the chores of the entire sword sect, so that the disciples are running around to work for the sword sect.
Others complain, but for Ming Kong, this is undoubtedly a good thing.
Because he is free to come and go everywhere in the name of his work.
Naturally, it also includes a quiet residence.
Chapter 30 Exposure
This time, Mu Yi should have pulled the timeline back for a long time.
The scene in front of him changed rapidly, and when the frame was fixed again, Ming Kong got what he wanted and got closer to Shen You.
Ming Kong was slicing a branch in his hand with a knife, and his expression looked very focused. Shen You stood far away under the tree next to him, looking down at the thing in his hand, frowning, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.
Xie Zhiwei glanced at it, he was holding two cut bamboo pipes in his hand, which should be a flute when put together.
Ming Kong slashed for a while, then raised his head to look at Shen You, and suddenly made an "Ouch".
Shen You heard the sound and turned back: "What's wrong?"
Ming Kong hurriedly turned his back and said, "It's nothing, nothing."
Shen You frowned and continued to stare at a clump of bluegrass not far away.
Ming Kong's hands moved faster, and after a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his head and called to Shen You: "Senior Brother Shen, it's done, look."
Shen You replied absentmindedly, and was about to turn around when a voice came from mid-air: "Lan Xiu, let me find it easy." The tone was very taut, and she had to say it softly, it sounded cold and awkward.
Hearing it was Nie Ting.
Ming Kong's face froze, and he stood up from the stone bench.
Shen You clenched the broken flute in her hand, and didn't answer, let alone look up.
Nie Ting fell to the ground. Seeing Shen You like this, he cleared his throat and was about to speak. Next to him, Ming Kong bowed: "See the sect master."
Only then did Nie Ting realize that there was someone next to him, so he immediately put on the air, gave a faint "um", and said, "I have something to tell you, Senior Brother Shen, please avoid it."
Ming Kong responded and did not leave immediately. He picked up the cut branch with one hand and stepped forward, wanting to give it to Shen You. However, Nie Ting cleared his throat again and brought an object to Shen You.
It was a jade flute of emerald green, very new in condition.
Ming Kong was stunned, looked down at his hand, the branch was carefully peeled, and the shape of a flute and sound holes were chiseled.
But a branch is a branch, how can it be compared to jade?
Shen You's face was not so ugly after all, but she didn't pick up the flute, she just looked up at Nie Ting.
Xie Zhiwei figured out that the two brothers were awkward and arrogant. Shen You, a arrogant person, went to Nie Ting, who was even more arrogant, and he had to listen to him without saying anything.
For example, at this time, if Nie Ting did not speak, Shen You would not dare to take the flute.
Nie Ting said, "Take it."
Shen You just took it over, and then looked at the old broken flute in the other's hand, and there was a bit of reluctance in his eyes.
"I shouldn't get angry and cut off your flute." Nie Ting is not a gentle person, and he started to habitually lecture after saying a few words, "But you are playing with things and you lose your mind, I can't ignore it."
Xie Zhiwei was speechless, Nie Ting was low in EQ or low in IQ, what kind of apology is this? Besides, the young man plays the flute and writes, and cultivates his taste more. If you go to the world where brother used to be, and see the elementary school students fighting for glory, will not be angry with you.
Shen You was in a bad mood after losing the flute, let alone that he didn't agree with Nie Ting's words. But he pursed his lips, and finally said only one sentence: "Yes."
Ming Kong glared at Nie Ting secretly, and went to comfort Shen You: "Senior Brother Shen, don't be angry, I..."
Nie Ting's face sank as he scolded Ming Kong, "Why are you still here?"
For a moment, Ming Kong was overwhelmed by his aura, and he looked at Shen You subconsciously.
Shen You glanced at him and said, "Go ahead." His eyes were as cold as always, like he was looking at a stranger.
However, for Shen You, the current Ming Kong is just a little familiar, and he may not recognize him when he meets him on the road.
He and Nie Ting were still at a stalemate just now, and they agreed to go out so quickly.
Ming Kong was rejected by these two indifferent people, and Xie Zhiwei felt embarrassed for him.
It is conceivable that Ming Kong has a lot of fire in his heart, he lowered his head and walked quickly out of the flowerbed. The two hands held the branch, and the back of the hand was squeezed so that the veins appeared, and the blood dripped down the branch.
Xie Zhiwei was a little surprised, and after thinking for a while, he realized that this was when he looked up at Shen You and accidentally cut his hand while cutting the flute. So when Shen You asked him, he would turn his back and not let him see.
Ming Kong's shoulders kept shaking, and there was an undisguised sullen look in his eyes, "One day... One day..."
He tried hard not to look back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened it again, it was calm inside.
He hid the flute in his sleeve and straightened his spine as he walked down the mountain road. He also smiled and greeted the disciples who came and went along the way, as if he had changed into a different look.
The scene continued to change, and the dazzling colors made people dizzy.
Xie Zhiwei sighed that Ming Kong's acting skills were enough for the golden statuette, and rubbed his temples.
Although Shen You didn't talk much, he could see that he respected Nie Ting enough. But Nie Ting was very nervous, and his words and actions offended people too often. It's just that he and Mu Hao didn't care because Nie Ting was a dead ghost, and Shen You naturally didn't care if he knew enough about him.
The premise is that you will not be provoked by people with intentions.
That's definitely not possible.
The picture is fixed in a field of snow, and a ragged man is holding Ming Kong's legs and saying something.
On the other hand, Ming Kong was stunned, a little flustered, and his eyes were full of dodge.
The man held on to him and called him with red eyes: "How can you pretend that you don't know me, even if you turn into ashes, I will recognize you, you are my boss!"
Xie Zhiwei took a look, wasn't this the Er who was thrown by Nie Ting back then, why did he appear in the Xuanyun Sword Sect?
Ming Kong slammed off his hand, turned around and left: "My name is Ming Kong, and I'm not the person you said."
Ah Er persevered to catch up: "Impossible, your voice hasn't changed! Boss...why don't you recognize me?"
No one is happy that the unforgettable identity and the past are re-involved. As if to get rid of the nightmare, Ming Kong planned to escape with Yu Jian.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out the sword, a faint voice sounded: "Do you know each other?"
Ming Kong was shocked, and Shen You had already stood behind him at some point.
As soon as Ah Er saw Shen You, he became more assertive and grabbed Ming Kong's sleeve: "It was this immortal who saved me up the mountain, otherwise I would freeze to death. By the way, I just asked the immortal about your whereabouts. If I knew you were like this now, I wouldn't say that what I'm looking for is a beggar."
He poured out sentence after sentence, completely unaware that these simple words were equivalent to hell for Ming Kong at this time.
Seeing that the doubts in Shen You's eyes were getting stronger and stronger, Ming Kong secretly grabbed the life gate on Ah Er's wrist and pinched it.
Ah Er's eyes went black, he lost his voice, and fell to the ground.
That was done out of urgency, but Mingkong practiced for several years. As an ordinary man, how could Ah'er endure it?
Ming Kong subconsciously pulled a hand, and Ah Er was turned over softly by him, without the slightest response.
His pupils are dilated, and the dirt on his face for many years has not been washed away, and the shadow of the past can still be vaguely discerned from the contours of his face.
Ming Kong knew the strength of his hands very well, so he was stunned and blurted out: "Er..."