Chapter 42: 1 cigarette before meals

　　 I lighted another life cigar, and Wen Ping sat close to the window on the second floor of Tingyu Pavilion, connected to the dormitory area, and began to practice Jiaolong's Fury.
　　 When the sky is about to dawn, there is a different kind of coldness in the deep and secluded mountains. Wen Ping went deep into the dense forest again and began to absorb the woods in the mountains. It took less than ten minutes to change places, and toss until the sun was clear before returning to Yunlan Mountain.
　　 "Sect Master, heard Huai Ye say something went wrong last night?" Yang Lele quickly asked after meeting Wen Ping.
　　 He has actually strolled around the main hall for several times, and even the corners where the rats don't go. Because Huaiye told him that thirteen people died last night, as well as a 13-fold cultivator.
　　 But I looked around and couldn't find a trace of blood.
　　 Except for a pile of black powder in some places, there is no change in Immortal Sect.
　　 does not seem to have experienced a battle at the peak of body refining.
　　 Wen Ping replied: "It's okay, it's just a small episode."
　　 "This is still an episode!"
　　 Yang Lele was quite surprised by Wen Ping's calmness, but thinking that the Immortal Sect could even use pulse techniques, he shouldn't be afraid of a 13-layered cultivator.
　　 Wen Ping patted Yang Lele on the shoulder, feeling quite like an elder brother, "Lele, let's go, have breakfast."
　　 "Sect Master, these are all small things, so what are the big things. By the way, Sect Master, you don't really intend to leave Huaiye in the Immortal Sect, do you?"
　　 "How?"
　　 "I think Senior Demon Chef will be reluctant."
　　 "How do you know you are not him? Do you want Huaiye to leave?"
"Of course not. Huaiye has delicious food every day. You don’t have to eat the charcoal roast duck neck made by Elder Yun. Sovereign, don’t you know, that duck neck is just like black charcoal, and it can really get dark after a bite. If I didn’t know in advance that it was a duck neck, I guess it would make me guess what it was.

　　 After two complaints, Wen Ping couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.
　　 Yun Liao’s craftsmanship is indeed not flattering.
　　 After arriving in the kitchen, Yang Lele picked up his chopsticks and sat at the dinner table to knock the bowl. The bamboo chopsticks hit the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound, but the sound was a bit like the image of a street beggar begging.
　　 "Silly Lele, what do you knock? Believe it or not, I will just grab you and hit you in the gravity field today."
Yang Lele smiled indifferently: "Hey, wait until you can avoid five laser beams at the same time and then talk to me so loudly. And you will train 3 times. I will be able to break through 6 times soon, and abuse you with one hand. Ok."
　　 "No, why are you cultivating so fast?" Huai Ye's expression of walking out with vegetables suddenly became a bit distressed.
　　 "I'm the one who can avoid five lasers at the same time. Do you think anyone is the same as you. It takes so much to avoid two lasers?"
　　 "You! I won't give you food."
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　　 The rice bowl and vegetables in front of Yang Lele were all removed by Huai Ye.
　　 "Hey, Huaiye, I am your brother. Is there anyone who treats you like this?"
　　 "Go away, you are just older than me."
　　……
　　 When the two were quarreling endlessly, Wen Ping sat aside and couldn't help sighing. Suddenly, he felt that he was mature.
　　 can't help taking out a cigar and lighting it!
　　 Take a deep breath, then spit it out slowly, muttering to himself, "Oh, young people are good!"
　　 "Puff!"
　　 Yun Liao couldn't help but spit out water.
　　 Wen Ping immediately turned his head and glared at Yun Liao, and said angrily: "What look! Haha, bite him!"
　　 barking!
　　 Haha called twice at the food on the table.
　　 "Why do you eat this, bite him, I'll give you a sip of my cigar, how about it?" Wen Ping shook his cigar.
　　 A wisp of blue smoke flowed through between, just drifting to Yang Lele.
Yang Lele sniffed hard, his nose trembled, and then he looked along the scent, and then saw Wen Ping pinching something into the mouth, not chewing in the mouth, just putting it on his mouth and nothing happened. .
　　 Just when he wanted to ask Wen Ping what it was, Wen Ping suddenly took the thing away from his mouth, and then he vomited smoke.
　　 When the blue smoke passed in front of his eyes again, Yang Lele was a little curious about the fragrance and strange things, "Sect Master, what is in your hand, is your weapon? Also, why did you smoke?"
　　 "This, cigar, for smoking." Wen Ping took another sip, pretending to be deep, and with the spit of smoke, Yang Lele felt that Wen Ping suddenly became particularly handsome. Compared to Elder Yun's delicate demeanor, it is even better.
　　 Sect Master Wen, who was obviously a few years older than him, had a sense of vicissitudes different from this age.
　　 Wen Ping continued: "Actually, what I smoke is not a cigar, but loneliness. The turmoil of the world, passing by before my eyes, brings more mortal things, one person practicing, one person traveling the world, and the only one who accompanies me is loneliness."
　　 Yang Lele trembled after hearing these words, and then asked, "Would you like to be so handsome? Sovereign, you...can give you a cigar?"
　　 "It should be said that there are two roots."
"Well, Sect Master, can you give me a cigar?" Yang Lele then lowered his voice, "Sect Master, you just stayed so handsome, I want too, I still don't have a girlfriend? You can help me. "
　　 "It's useless to praise me for being handsome. If you want, I'll give you 50 gold."
　　 "I bought it!"
Wen Ping took out the wooden box from his arms, took out one of the seven remaining cigars from yesterday and today, and handed it over~EbookFREE.me~ Light this end with fire, remember, when you it in Slow down, and slow down when you vomit. The eyes must look far away. "
　　 "Thank you suzerain!"
　　 Yang Lele stood up in ecstasy, then rushed into the kitchen, clamped a hot coal with tongs, remembering what Wen Ping told him to light the cigarette, and then rushed directly to the side of Zhao Qing who was serving the dishes.
　　 "Qinger, are you lonely?"
　　 Suck!
　　 "Ahem!"
　　 Yang Lele wanted to keep the depth and break the power in an instant when looking into the distance, coughing and ran towards the door.
　　 "Sect Master...no...ah..."
　　 "Note the orphans!" Wen Ping couldn't help but sigh.
　　 Yang Lele stunned after saying this. He stood motionless by the door, as if suddenly became a vegetable.
　　 When Zhao Qing urged him to leave behind, Yang Lele screamed and jumped up, then laughed and looked at the cigar in his hand.
　　 "Six Body Refining!"
　　 Yang Lele yelled angrily, and a wave of anger broke out, almost overturning the table in front of him.
Zhao Qing, who originally wanted to kick him to stop Yang Lele's nerves, also changed her complexion, and said in her heart: What happened to this guy? He cultivated the same technique. Why did he start practicing five levels in less than half a month? Breakthrough to the sixth level of body refining?
　　 But she didn't notice, Yang Lele ran to Wen Ping with a cigar. She didn't care about the breakthrough of showing off, and she didn't care about showing off her 15-year-old body-building sixfold.
　　 This is unique in Cangwu City!
　　 If this spreads out, I'm afraid there will be a three-star sect who will visit.
　　 The joy on Yang Lele's face was beyond words, and said to Wen Ping: "Sect Master, you cigar..."