If someone else heard Shen Changyu's words, he might be shaken for a moment, but Shen Ping was not.

His kick was so sudden that Shen Changyu fell on all fours before he could react. He got up in embarrassment and glared angrily: "Shen Ping!"

"What are you calling me for?" Shen Ping sneered, "I really think that I am a manifestation of the Buddha, so just rely on your few words to ask me to take pity on you or something?"

Although Shen Ping in his previous life was the leader of the righteous way, he was not a saint. It is not uncommon for him to have seen someone like Shen Changyu, but he just felt impatient with the other party's self-proclaimed victim appearance.

It was the first time for Shen Changyu to see him so fierce, and she was also in a daze.

After a while he hesitated, "You were not like this before..."

Shen Ping only found it funny when he heard this, "What was I like in the past?" He was still sitting on the couch, and the person who was condescending was Shen Changyu, but he didn't show any weakness, and even turned his back on the guest, "Since you entered Elder Nan Feng's door, How many times have you actually met me?"

Shen Ping was so sure about Shen Changyu that he didn't even bother acting.

"But that time before..." Shen Changyu suddenly stopped, "It turns out that even you have learned to use it."

"Everyone in the world is for profit, I thought you understood this truth better than me." Shen Ping knew what Shen Changyu was talking about, "If I didn't play tricks at that time, how would you treat me?"

"I'm afraid that others will step me into the mud by taking advantage of Feng Sheng's incident, or... you still give me a cold glance, after all... I don't know how many times it has happened before, hasn't it?"

Every time Shen Ping said something, Shen Changyu's face became more ugly.

The two were several feet apart, and Shen Changyu was originally annoyed that Shen Ping's villain had gained power, but when his eyes fell on Shen Ping's face, he was suddenly taken aback.

Shen Ping's eyes were blank, and he only looked at one place from the beginning to the end, and there was nothing in that place.

A guess flashed in Shen Changyu's mind, and he slowly walked in front of Shen Ping and stretched out his hand.

He shook his hand slightly.

Shen Ping frowned, "What are you doing?"

"So... blind?" Shen Changyu was a little surprised, and the previous weakness was wiped out. He clasped Shen Ping's jaw, leaned in and took a breath.

"My dear third brother, when did you become blind?" He looked curiously and inspected, "It's all right if you say you have poor talent, why are you even blind..."

He was angry, "If I let my father know that his beloved third son is no better than a cripple, what do you think he will think?"

"Does it have something to do with me?" Shen Ping sneered: "You have a deep admiration for him, that's your business."

"What did you say!" Shen Changyu seemed to have been stepped on sore feet: "You are talking nonsense, I don't care what he thinks of me at all, I am the only genius in the Shen family for hundreds of years! I don't care what others think of me..."

"Really?" Shen Ping laughed mockingly: "Don't you just want to trample me under your feet forever? To tell him that only you are the pride of the Shen family...Shen Changyu, when you learn that the Fenyu Immortal Venerable accepted me When you were a disciple, you panicked... because I, who had been trampled by you for so many years, suddenly had a chance to stand up, you admit it, you are afraid of my existence, and you don't hesitate to go down the mountain..."

"Shut up!" Shen Changyu was completely enraged, he was about to kill him in an instant, but he didn't expect Shen Ping to attack at the same time.

Shen Ping turned against the guest and blocked Shen Changyu's life gate, "Don't think that I can let you do whatever I want without seeing it!"

His strength became stronger and stronger: "Shen Changyu, isn't Nan Feng the one who loves you the most, then let me deliver you to him with my own hands... how about it?"

——

The sky was bright, and a blue figure appeared in the medicine garden. The blue silk was only gently held by a wooden hairpin, showing a handsome side face from time to time.

He was holding a small hoe to loosen the caked soil when there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

"Stay here every day, have you forgotten to cultivate?" The voice was as gentle as ever. This person was always cold and solemn in front of others, but he was rarely gentle when looking at the person in front of him.

The people squatting in the medicine garden didn't look back, "Brother, don't you also run to me every day, it seems that you don't like to practice anymore..."

"Cultivation can be delayed for a few days, but nothing else."

"Brother is talking about Immortal Master Fen Yu and... Junior Brother Shen?" After loosening the last bit of soil, the squatting person got up, turned around and smiled, it was none other than Lan Yu.

"Not only... even Shen Changyu went down together." The person standing was Huai Yuan, and he hugged his chest, "Although some things are his own fault, Nan Feng is still a bit over..."

Lan Yu brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and bent his eyes: "Brother, have pity on him?"

"You can bear the fruits of your own brewing, others are pitiful and useless!" Huai Yuan said coldly, "Besides, the two of them can only be said to share similar tastes, and no one can blame the other."

"I heard that Shen Changyu hurt Nan Feng in order to go out?" Lan Yu gloated a little, "Didn't he always boast that he was thoughtful, why did Shen Changyu hurt him so casually?"

"Hundred secrets are sparse, and Shen Changyu has always been obedient in front of Nan Feng. Who would have thought that he would suddenly kill him?" Huai Yuan walked aside, "Let them worry about their own affairs, and now the more important thing is It's...that Junior Brother Shen."

"Senior Brother Chen Feng said that Shen Ping is five points similar to the person in the portrait." Lan Yu showed a puzzled look in his eyes: "It is reasonable to say that there was no one who looked more like him before... Why is it that this time I was particularly drawn?" preferential treatment."

"It's even more unexpected for Immortal Fen Yu to accept him as an apprentice."

"Perhaps there is something special about Junior Brother Shen that we don't know about." Sitting at the stone table, Huai Yuan said, "I don't know if others don't understand you?"

"Fen Yuxian regards the person in the painting as the true love of his life, no matter how similar others are, they are still not as good as that person." Huai Yuan turned the cup in his hand, "According to the time, they will probably come back."

Just as he was talking, a person came in from the outside.

"Senior Brother Chen Yan." Lan Yu walked over and handed him a cup of tea, "How is things going?"

Chen Yan drank the water, "There is no clue, there are only a few people left in the Shen family, they are all loyal servants, and no effective information has been found. It is only said that since Shen Ping entered the door, the contact with the Shen family has been much less .”

"Less contact, or no contact at all?" Lan Yu stroked her chin: "Shen Ping's father loves his youngest son, logically speaking, it is impossible for him to hold back contact for several years."

"So that's the problem," Chen Yan looked at the two of them, "Do you know anything else strange?"

"what?"

"Shen Ping's father suffered a serious illness and stayed in bed for several years. I didn't see him when I went."

"How is this possible, could it be Shen Changyu..." Lan Yu was surprised.

"We all know that Shen Changyu doesn't have that kind of ability." Huai Yuan's voice was slightly lower, "Nan Feng still made a move."

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Bowing and apologizing, something happened, and it has been delayed until now. I will make up a fat stamp tomorrow, good night-thanks for casting the bully for me during 2022-06-03 23:23:49-2022-06-06 23:54:38 The little angel of the ticket or irrigation nutrient solution——

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