All the Female Apprentices Want to Kill Me

Then Xiao Ruoqing bowed to the stone tablet in front of the ancestral tomb, lit a fire and threw it over.

Looking at the little lit seedlings, and at the fairy pig who looked at all this curiously, an elegant arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ancestor! Ruoqing gave you New Year's greetings..."

"Burn it, burn it clean."

"hey-hey......"

......

Sword Sect, Sword Washing Pond.

A group of Sword Sect disciples are here to hone their swords!

After all, for swordsmen.

The concentrated will can penetrate the stubborn stone!

The sword in hand is everything!

And the quality of a sword also largely determines the upper limit of sword repair!

After Jianzong lost the Qingping sword thousands of years ago, the head Shangguan asked, and he resolutely went out of Jianzong to find that peerless sword!

After all, it would be difficult for Jianzong without the Qingping Sword to stand on top of the 21 states!

The red sun shone through a corner, radiating brilliance.

The voices of Jianzong disciples' dialogue can be vaguely heard:

"Senior brother, when will our Sword Sect become number one in 985..."

"Hey! Don't talk about number one, I will bless the 21 state competitions that have passed for a while now. Just don't fall out of the ranks of 985 in Jianzong. Cultivate immortals and practice, 985 becomes the second one... "

"If the head is still there, how could my Sword Sect be like this! Damn!"

"..."

The disciple of Xiao Zhengtai looked at the reflection in the water with resentment, and slashed the sword in his hand.

The tall disciple beside him sighed and said slowly:

"The sect head went to look for Qingping Sword, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye..."

"Yeah! Without the Qingping sword, the sword sect is equivalent to lacking a killing weapon to shock the world! I don't know when the master will find the Qingping sword!"

"You said that this year's admissions, my Sword Sect will still be at the bottom? This time, the five elders are in charge of admissions!"

"I feel overwhelmed, and I guess I have to be at the bottom! After all, the fifth elder is not an almighty god! Although he is very ambitious and ambitious, every time I see the fifth elder, I can see him practicing hard... "

"Yeah, but only the fifth elders are qualified to carry the banner of the future Sword Sect..."

"Hey! I don't know what kind of elixir the fifth elder is practicing. Could it be that the fifth elder's alchemy skills have surpassed that of the third elder, Mo Xingjian?"

"..."

The tall disciple looked suspiciously at the disciple Zhengtai who suddenly said something inexplicable.

Alchemy?

What alchemy?

You have never heard of the five elders concocting alchemy?

Seemingly seeing the question of the taller disciple, Zhengtai pursed his lips in the direction of Bujianfeng in the distance, and said:

"Look over there! It's smoking! It's definitely the fifth elder who is concocting pills..."

"..."

The tall disciple followed Zhengtai's gaze and looked at the rising green smoke in the distance, like a thick cloud of ink going straight into the sky.

Covered the entire Bujian Peak!There is a strangeness in the silence.

——All of this is in line with the style of the five elders!

Can not help but suddenly realized:

"Ah! It turns out that the five elders can also make alchemy!"

The disciple of Zhengtai nodded in agreement and said:

"Yeah! The five elders will always be gods!"

"There's nothing he won't do! I don't know what kind of medicine pill can have such a terrifying effect..."

The two chatted without a word.

Suddenly, a sweaty Sword Sect disciple in the distance rushed towards this side eagerly.

As he ran, he shouted:

"Not good! Not good!"

"Five elders! No! Bu Jianfeng's ancestral tomb is here!"

"..."

Chapter 32 Why is she burning a pig?

In the afterglow of winter, all the vermillion clouds are dyed.

Bujian Peak is like the presence of the Fire Cloud Fairy, caring for the world.

The raging flames seemed to be contaminated with the grievances of the previous peak masters of Bujian Peak, and turned into a fire dragon that frantically burned the majestic stone tablet of the ancestral tomb.

In the stone tablet, there seems to be vaguely mixed with the quintessence of the elites of the peak masters of the past dynasties.

"Crackling!"

The angry flames did not spare everything around, and instantly eroded the luxuriously decorated pigsty and the surrounding peach and plum trees!

In the sound of crackling flames, hundreds of fairy pigs scrambled around in horror.

However, the pig sty is really too strong to be repaired by North Jiangsu. The fairy pigs who are pampered and pampered in the sea of ​​​​fire on weekdays only feel that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go down.

The air was filled with the aroma of roast pork.

Finally, after a pig slammed into the last fence with its deflated belly, it flew towards the foot of Bujian Peak.

In an instant, Jianzong could see a large group of scorched-black fairy pigs howling and howling, like a pile of boiled pork, colliding in Jianzong!

The disciples of the Sword Sect stared wide-eyed at the strange scene that happened today?

Pigs fell from the sky! ?

"This...is this a pig raised by the fifth elder?"

"What happened to Jianfeng?"

"The five elders are concocting pills? Did they blow up the pigsty?"

"..."

Then you can hear anxious shouts in the distance, one by one:

"Not good! Bujianfeng's ancestral grave is here!"

"Not good! The ancestral grave of the fifth elder is buried..."

"It's not good! The fifth elder's pig manure is covered!!"

"Great! The fifth elder's pig set the grave on fire!"

"Great! Come and join in the fun!"

"??"

The momentum of the moment is to alarm the elders of Jianzong.

One by one, they all looked towards Bujian Peak in northern Jiangsu, and then they all disappeared in place in an instant.

......

The Great Elder's courtyard was unusually quiet, and even the breeze in the air seemed to be audible.

Wen Ren Pingxin rested his hands on the edge of the table, propped up his cheeks, and looked at everything.

Ah!

Jianzong is an elegant and demure scene.

After all, listening to the wind, looking at the smoke, and watching the pigs is a very elegant thing.

At first, I didn't know why, but suddenly Wenren found it calmly.

——The place that was on fire and smoking... Isn't it the ancestral tomb of Bujianfeng?

In an instant, cold sweat spread all over Wen Renping's whole body, making her delicate body tremble in shock, she couldn't help but patted her majestic big white ball to suppress her shock:

"I need a little ancestor!"

"I asked you to raise money by any means, but I didn't let you burn the ancestral grave!"

"..."

The jade bowl couldn't help shaking gently, making dazzling waves, undulating up and down, almost breaking the tulle.

Then he casually picked up a long gown from the side and draped it over his body, and instantly disappeared in place.

......

Next to the red stele where the ancestral tomb has been burned.

By the time North Jiangsu arrived, the scene was already a mess.

Subei looked at the piles of cooked pork on the ground with a heartache, the air was filled with the wanton aroma of barbecue!

my pig! !

my money! !

my funds! !

A kind of dizzy feeling went up in an instant, and Subei only felt that the corners of his eyes were dry.