Chapter 59: Fifty-ninth

While eating osmanthus cake, Chen Yuelin said vaguely: "Master, you should also drink soup quickly. This lotus lotus seed soup has to be hot while it is warm."
"Well." Qiu Yutong nodded absently, picked up the blue and white porcelain in front of him, and took a small sip, "It's good."
Chen Yuelin watched him drink soup and smiled with a curly brow: "Not bad? When I was at home, every winter, my mother loved to stew this soup for me, and it wasn't cold when I drank it. Oh, I miss my mother very much. . "
"Why don't you go back during the New Year?"
"Hey, when I left home, I swore in my heart that I would never go back to the old house in Huaizhou unless I had a personal appearance outside. I don't want to go back to see the faces of Er Niang and my brother." Chen Yuelin pouted, "My mother will only let me tolerate. She doesn't know some people. The more you tolerate, the more people will be able to get along. Anyway, I just want to practice well and mix up early. As long as you have cultivation, Stand up and take my mother out. "
Qiu Yutong nodded: "It turns out this way, then you have to work hard."
He really doesn't understand much about the inner house fights of these big households in the human world, but he can also understand the idea that teenagers want to stand out and let their mothers enjoy the blessings.
Between the two talking, on the table in the middle of the restaurant, Mr. Storyteller snapped and slapped the bamboo board fiercely, and said loudly: "Guests, fellow folks, we said last time, that Shuoxuecheng Lord Qiu Feng, who killed his parents in the blood prison secret realm, killed his demon apprentice and pushed him into Cuiwei Hantan ... "
Qiu Yutong's hand shook violently, and the hot soup spilled out.
Chen Yuelin quickly took a snow-white towel and wiped his front for him: "What's wrong? Is it hot?"
"No, it's okay." Qiu Yutong shook his head, and the whole person was a little bit of a soul.
Chen Yuelin glanced at the storyteller on the stage and seemed to understand why Qiu Yutong had such a big response, so he persuaded softly: "Master, and me. All those things in the past have passed, don't care. of."
Qiu Yutong's mind was so blank that he didn't notice what he was talking about, and nodded indiscriminately.
The eyes of the man in the corner were heavy, and there was no sign of anger in the yellowed face of the wood, but the lower jaw moved slightly, as if he grinded his teeth very lightly, trying to suppress anything.
The storytellers on the stage continued to tell stories. Although Qingshiqiao Town was small, it was located at the foot of Canglong Snow Mountain. There were many monks coming and going. There were several casual repairs in this restaurant, all listening to the storyteller with great interest. Tell a story.
"... Later, every guest official must have heard about it. After Qiufeng's decisive extermination, he took the demon's magic pill, and then drove the sky to the sea of ​​clouds and returned to Canglong Snow Mountain. He was on the flying peak After two decades of concentration, I finally used that peerless magic pill to reshape the body of Dao and Shuang Cultivation ...... "
"Why is this different from what I have heard?" A guest interrupted loudly. "I heard that the magic pill dug by Lord Qiufeng was robbed in the secret realm, and Lord Qiufeng also suffered. Seriously injured. "
"Yes, yes, it seems to be snatched back by the demon of the demon world!"
"No, I heard that it was taken away by other monks ..."
The storyteller shook his fan and smiled slightly: "The Shuoxuecheng side naturally wants to say this. As the so-called common innocence, guilty of sin, do not say so, go