Longevity Fairy: Sister, please wait a little longer.

Chapter 28 028: Respect Auntie, little old lady, die tsundere!
About the practice of preaching from a couple to a son, it originated from a questioning a few days ago.

Chu Bai asked a hundred Bing No. 17 handyman disciples who embarked on the road of cultivation, "Have any of you started a family yet?"

No one responded.

"nothing?"

"hold head high"

"Is there anyone engaged?"

Still no response.

From ancient times to the present, the significant difference between men and women is that the latter has the possibility of upward compatibility.

For a handyman disciple to marry an ordinary woman, it is good luck for the latter, but for the handyman disciple of Qingyun Sect, it is called good luck if he marries an outside sect.

The effect of male superiority over female inferiority has diminished in the cultivation sect, and I have seen all kinds of reality. Women don't think about themselves, but also think about future generations. The son of an outer disciple and the son of a handyman are completely two concepts.

As a result, the female disciples in the sect would rather be slaves than servants.

Especially in Baihua Peak, where female disciples gather, comparisons are rampant, but they haven't violated any of the rules of the school.

Chu Bai said to the hundred bachelors on the mountain: "Recently you have performed well, senior brother, I plan to help you find a wife."

When he arrived in front of Aunt Nangong, Chu Bai held his head high and said righteously: "Auntie, although what I said just now is not within the sect's rules, it is also unhealthy. My Qingyun Sect is a famous sect, so it's time to rectify it! "

Nangongli looked at him with unkind eyes, and it became more and more unkind since Chu Bai said that he wanted to hit Baihuafeng.

It's a pity that Chu Bai couldn't see clearly, and he was still talking endlessly.

It's not that she doesn't believe Chu Bai's results, but she, Nan Gongli, has always acted upright and sat upright, and she has never used such a vicious trick in dealing with others.

She was wondering if Qingyunzong would become a demon sect if it was handed over to Chu Changge in the future.

It was also at this time that Nangongli's shoulder was held down.

Chu Bai, who was still in front of him just now, moved behind at some point, and pinched the shoulders for his dear aunt.

"Auntie, do you think my method is disrespectful and a bit deviant?"

After a brief shock, Nangongli suddenly became furious, "Chu Changge, you are presumptuous!"

Chu Bai said yes, "This month I practiced as a handyman disciple, and I had some free time outside of cultivation, so I studied the outer sect, and there were many problems."

Nangongli's body trembled slightly: "I said you are presumptuous!"

Chu Bai: "Ang, that's right, that's right, if you think it's inappropriate, then try another method.

As soon as I said it and you heard it, you are not allowed to beat me up. Last time you waved your hand, I was in a coma for three days. If I can't wake up, there will be no one who has made great contributions to Qing Yunzong. "

"I let you go!"

"It's okay, it's my duty to honor you."

"Chu! Long! Song!"

With a "boom", Chu Bai was blown out of the thatched hut, and then fell to the ground, his blood surging, and it took him a while to recover.

"No, they said it's forbidden to hit people, and I didn't say that we must use female disciples as bait to revitalize the outer sect."

Chu Bai looked into the room, and saw that there was no one there, thinking that Mrs. Aunt was afraid that she could no longer bear to do something to him, so she returned to the cave.

"I just want to show my filial piety and flatter my ass, but I didn't touch my hands, my thighs, or my butt. What's the matter?"

"I'm sixteen, she's at least one or two thousand years old, a little old lady, so arrogant, me!"

In the middle of the conversation, Chu Bai suddenly felt a murderous aura, and the following words stopped abruptly.

Since she was sold into Ning's house, Nangong Li has always been at Miss Qiu's side.

If there is no way of practice, her future fate will probably be that of a housemaid, and if she is lucky, she can be a concubine.

But she joined Qing Yunzong at the age of 11, and continued to follow Miss as before.

Cultivation, protection, and companionship, until Miss Qiu no longer needed protection, Nan Gongli, who was already a Jindan real person, went out alone.

Then came the wedding night, when she killed her husband and testified, Nangong Li lost interest in men.

So much so that for more than 3000 years, except for fighting, she can count on one hand the contact with men.

This has to be added to the time when Chu Bai hugged his thigh.

So being pressed on the stool suddenly, Nan Gongli couldn't accept it and left angrily.

But she left and came back again. Aunt Nangong felt that this little brat didn't know why she was angry at him.

"Old lady, who do you think is the old lady?!" Nangong Li, who was standing behind Chu Bai, said every word.

Chu Bai: (∞)...

Why is he the injured party.

Just say a few words.

That's right, there is nothing wrong with calling an old lady one or two thousand years old.

And where the hell did they leave and come back again!
Immediately he said: "Ah, old lady, Auntie, did you hear me wrong? I'm talking about the sun. You see, it's only March, and the sun is so poisonous! Eh, what are you going to do? I'll tell you not to hit people." Damn, don’t think that you can do whatever you want just because you are an elder!”

"To shut up!"

Nangongli lifted Chu Bai up with one hand, and even sealed his yelling mouth.

Qi refining stage VS Nascent Soul stage, Nangong Li can blow Chu Bai into ashes in one breath.

It was precisely because of the huge gap in cultivation that Nangong Li repeatedly asked Chu Bai to let go just now.

She was really afraid that someone would accidentally kill this daring little bastard, and it was the same at this moment.

Nangongli carried Chu Bai back to the room, threw him on the ground, and sat down by herself.

"Hmph, don't you like to wait on people, stand up, press, I won't stop until I tell you to stop!"

Chu Bai had said long ago that there was something wrong with Aunt Nan's character.

A thousand-year-old old lady can understand it too. Bah, he's talking about the sun.

But it's just a few small words behind the scenes. Is it okay for Aunt Nan to give such a reverse operation?

Chu Bai stood up, blinking his eyes.

Nangong Li moved her lips slightly behind Qingsha, and said, "Pinch, or I'll hang you on the gate of Qingyun Sect!"

Fuck, the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart.

The former third-level disciple of Qi Refining in the inner sect has made Chu Bai famous, and if he stays at the gate of Qingyun Sect for a few days, will he still hang out in the sect?
"Row!"

Chu Bai nodded
Nothing else, the spirit stones he took away from Aunt Nan have already exceeded 2000, of which there are nearly 17 in stock, and the remaining half is sprinkled in the Bing NO. above.

1 yuan of low-grade spirit stones is enough to pack and take away all the male oirans in the brothel of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Just pinching his shoulders, Chu Bai pressed both hands——

"hiss!."

The shoulders that were so soft just now not only became as hard as iron, but also scalding hot.

Nangong Li: "Pinch!"

Chu Bai: "!!!"

If it wasn't true that he couldn't beat him, Chu Bai really wanted to hang this little old lady on the gate of Qingyun Sect.

In fact, the relationship between the two has always been delicate.

Aunt Nan said she was Chu Bainiang's friend, but it is not clear whether it is true or not.

They get along like this.

Chu Bai reached out to his aunt for money, but he also made achievements. Aunt Nan supported him a lot and restrained him a lot.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Bai lifted up the [Cultivating Heart Jue], transferred the spiritual power to his hands, and pressed it down again.

It hurt like a pinprick, and it was scorching hot, as if what Chu Bai pinched was a reddish branding iron covered with thorns.

But he didn't stop, all ten fingers moved together, kneading on a pair of shoulders wrapped in black robes.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths, for a quarter of an hour, Chu Bai stood there steadily, pinching and pinching.

(End of this chapter)