The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

For Huang Long, Magu Dongtian is no longer safe.

Even if this is his own cave.

On the one hand, he had to rack his brains to accompany the sage to play the scene of filial piety as a teacher and apprentice, on the other hand, he had to hide in the corner from time to time, and when Yang Li wasn't paying attention, he pulled him over to Kunpeng who beat him up.

Huang Long had already made up his mind to go to Yun Zhongzi to refine the magic weapon for Yang Li, but now that his injuries had healed, he was an old Taoist with a sense of demeanor, his whole body was swollen and his nose was blue and his eyes were black every day, which was not a problem.

"Damn it, this Kunpeng. I... I will fight him sooner or later."

Huang Long cursed secretly in his heart, followed Yang Li in front, and followed suit.

Yang Li was thinking hard about his cultivation right now, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He walked around the small courtyard dozens of times, and when he turned his head, he found that his master was following him on tiptoe.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Haha, the weather is fine, I'll take a walk."

"Oh."

Yang Li raised his head and looked at the sky in Magu Cave where it was almost impossible to observe changes.

The red sun in the sky still stayed where it was, almost unchanged from when it first came in, so there was no weather to speak of.

I always feel that something is wrong with Master, thinking about all kinds of perverted behaviors of Master, Yang Li stepped aside and said with a smile: "The weather is fine, Master, if you plan to take a walk, I will not block the way, you continue, I will go to the other side to think about things .”

As he said that, he walked a few steps quickly and came to another yard.

There are three entrances and three exits in the gymnasium. This is the backyard, with rockery and flowing water, small pavilions in the pool, and many ancient pines and cypresses, which are verdant and verdant.

Just as he sat down in the pavilion, he saw Huang Long following him step by step.

"I'm tired, sit and rest for a while."

Without waiting for the apprentice to ask, Huang Long quickly explained, looked back again, then his expression changed, and he quickly moved away.

Within a few seconds, Kunpeng dragged his chubby body, staggered into the courtyard, saw his master, and followed him.

"Damn it, the ghost is lingering, this Kunpeng is designated as a pervert."

Huang Long scolded his mother again in his heart.

Kunpeng raised his head and looked at Huanglong if he felt something in his heart.

In fact, Kunpeng is also wronged, a majestic demon master, just hang out with a saint, he is still a mount.

Forget about the mount, because of his cleverness before, now he doesn't even dare to say a word, can't show signs of being able to talk at all, and doesn't even have a chance to speak out to please the saint, so he can only silently accompany the saint, waiting for the saint Appreciate the opportunity.

Such an encounter made Kunpeng feel very depressed...

After finally catching Huang Long, a guy who offended him and is easy to bully, how about having a good time?
Always holding back, twisted in the heart, really perverted.

Kunpeng has lived for countless years, and the psychology of this disease is self-taught.

"Master, then you can rest here, I'll change another place."

Seeing that Huang Long had a strange expression again, he followed him to this small courtyard, still awkwardly sitting on the edge not far away, his eyes seemed to be still on him.

Yang Li was frightened, and pushed Xiao Hui away from his legs, "I'd better go back to my room to practice."

"Don't." Huang Long was in a hurry, most of the times he was beaten happened after Yang Li returned to the room. "Sit down for a while. Speaking of which, we haven't had an in-depth communication between the master and the apprentice. The kind that touches the soul. Why don't we sit down and connect with each other today."

These days, Huang Long gradually realized that the saint seems to be immersed in the role of a mortal, so he cooperated more and more hard, really a bit like a normal master and apprentice.

Yang Li was listening, feeling something was wrong.

If the master is a normal person, then forget it.

But he knew very well that this fairy with a sense of demeanor... well, now this Taoist with blue nose and swollen eyes is an out-and-out pervert.

Listening to the pervert talk about "have an in-depth communication", "touch the soul" and "connect feelings", it is a lie to say that you are not afraid.

Could it be that he is too handsome, the master is shaking M.Fall in love with yourself?
That's why she pestered herself, never leaving her?

Thinking about his handsome and unrestrained appearance, the more Yang Li thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

But...Yang Li considers himself a real straight man.

"Master, I probably understand what you mean." After Yang Li thought it over, he considered it carefully and said, "But you have to know that not everyone has hobbies like yours that are different from ordinary people. I am just an ordinary person. A normal man doesn't discriminate, but he won't accept such a thing."

"We're not a good fit."

When Yang Li said this sentence again, he felt embarrassed for a moment.

Yao thought that the last time he said something similar, it was to the delicate and beautiful Xuan Luo.

Now, he is talking to a weird old pervert who has lived for at least a thousand years.

It can only be said that the world is changing too fast.

And he is too handsome.

To be reasonable, Yang Li regretted it a bit, why didn't he think about it at the beginning.

There must be a reason why Xian He was so eager to find an apprentice for Master Huang Long.

There were clues at that time, for example, how could an old Taoist live in a place called "Magu Cave".

This obviously has a special feminine name, you should understand it after thinking about it.

It's all because of being blinded by the desire to cultivate immortality.

Yang Li sighed in his heart, and said to the master with a stiff expression again: "Promise me, we will continue to be a pair of ordinary master and apprentice in the future, okay?"

Huang Long nodded numbly.

(⊙_⊙;)…

What is the saint talking about? ?
Why does it sound like a rejection of something very important.

But I didn't say anything, did I?

Wait, what is the situation of this inexplicable feeling of sadness because of being rejected?
……

Seeing the sage shaking his head and sighing, he got up and left.

Huanglong, who was in a weird state of mind, didn't even have the desire to get up and chase after him.

After being stunned for a long time, I suddenly felt that there was darkness in front of me, and a figure blocked the light.

If you look closely, is it Kunpeng or who?

With a malicious smile on Kunpeng's face, he said:

"Little Taoist, come, let me feel refreshed again."

For Kunpeng, Huang Long with a long white beard is indeed a junior among younger generations.

As he said that, Kunpeng raised his wings and was about to cover his head and face, and give Huanglong a meal first.

"Wait!" Huanglong, who had just escaped from the strange state of mind, suddenly thought of a way to deal with Kunpeng. "I can make you talk."

Kunpeng slapped him, "I can talk."

idiot!

Huang Long cursed again in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, "I mean, let you speak freely in front of the saint!"

Although I don't know the reason, according to Huang Long's observation, Kunpeng's role in front of the saint is just a fat bird who understands human nature but is stupid...

This kind of role has the advantage of having a fart.