There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Seeing the master coming, the five brothers and sisters were still lazy and listless.

Gu Xia yawned and greeted him perfunctorily.

"Master, why are you here?"

"What? I can't come, right?"

Fang Jinxing skillfully taught those rebellious sons who always knew how to cause trouble a few words, then stared at Yang Leduo for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that if it weren't for the two little dragon horns on its head, he would have believed that this little thing was a snake.

He couldn't help but remind her: "Take it easy. After all, they are dragons. Don't let them kill you."

Gu Xia said "oh" and threw the Yakult that was trying to complain to the master at Xu Xingmu's head, then tilted his head: "So, Master, what are you here for?"

"Eh? Didn't I tell you just now?" Fang Jinxing also tilted his head, his expression slightly frozen.

Gu Xia: "..."

No, you have been lecturing us since the moment you walked in. When have you ever talked about serious matters?

Xu Xingmu was not surprised by this and gloated: "I bet one spirit stone that Master has definitely forgotten what he is here for."

"..." This traitor! !

Fang Jinxing used the hilt of his sword to flatten the traitor Xu Xingmu, then pushed him aside and walked in front of Gu Xia and the other three. He coughed and put on a friendly attitude: "It's okay. It's not too late to talk now."

He coughed lightly and then nodded: "Xiao Xia, you and your senior brother both have sword spirits, right? Call them out for me to see."

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other and obediently summoned their own sword spirits.

Fusheng and Wuqiu stood side by side, one on the left and one on the right. The former had a hint of coldness in his pure black eyes, and looked particularly difficult to mess with.

As for the latter, there was an ambiguous light flashing beneath the gentle smile, which clearly showed that he was not as harmless as he appeared.

Fang Jinxing looked at this, then looked at that, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Why does your senior brother's sword spirit have such a personality?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously reached out to pat the two sword spirits on the head. It was simply because he patted Gu Xia and the others on the head as usual.

Fusheng's anger suddenly exploded. He quickly pulled the claw off his head and quickly retreated to Gu Xia's side. The meaning in his beautiful eyes was very clear.

Don't get close to me.

As for Wuque, although he didn't react as much as him, he didn't really like being touched on the head, so he turned his head to avoid his master's "loving touch".

All in all, it seems that both sword spirits are not easy to deal with.

Especially Wuque.

Fang Jinxing glanced at the quiet Shen Weixun, then looked at Wuqiu, whose smile was as bright as the spring breeze in March, and touched his arm: "Isn't it said that sword spirits take on the personality of their sword masters? This doesn't look like it."

It’s okay for Fu Sheng, but this sword has been quite rebellious since Gu Xia brought it back.

But what about Wuque?

Fang Jinxing muttered to himself, could it be that his eldest disciple actually has a dark side?

It’s a good thing that Taiyi Sect was the first to produce two sword spirits.

But for some reason, Fang Jinxing always felt that it would be even more difficult for the sect to remain peaceful in the future.

Don't ask, just ask.

Closer to home.

After watching Sword Spirit, Fang Jinxing cleared his throat and finally brought them some unfortunate news.

"We, several sect leaders, have discussed it and feel that we have offended the demons this time. We don't know for sure if they will come back again, so we plan to arrange for you to return to the sect as soon as possible."

The few people who were finally going home cheered: "Great."

Fang Jinxing coughed lightly.

In fact, it is simply because they have been staying on other people's territory for too long, especially after fleecing the wealthy families and still hanging around under their noses.

Killing people and destroying their hearts is nothing more than this, right?

"but--"

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Generally speaking, adding "but" to the end of a sentence never leads to good things.

The five brothers and sisters immediately became alert.

Fang Jinxing smiled and added in a leisurely tone: "After this incident, after discussing with several clan leaders, I feel that you need special training."

"Especially you, Xu Xingmu!" Fang Jinxing, who once again used this traitor as an example, was furious: "Xiao Xia has already broken through the Nascent Soul stage, and you, as a senior brother, are still stuck at the Golden Core stage? Is that appropriate?"

Xu Xingmu stroked his hair and said proudly, "So what? My little junior sister is awesome. As her senior, I am happy for her."

"You are so happy!" Fang Jinxing kicked him on the buttocks and cursed: "Do you need to be happy for Xiao Xia? Go back to practice after returning to the sect. You are not allowed to sneak down the mountain with Gu Xia until you break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Ye Sui'an and Jiang Chaoxu, don't forget to laugh. Don't worry, you will have your share after we return to the sect."

Ye Sui'an and Jiang Chaoxu, who were watching the fun, were suddenly called out: "..."

Please let go.

The five brothers and sisters had no idea of ​​the hard life that was to come. At the moment, they still had the energy to laugh and joke with their master, and no one took it seriously.

Are you kidding? They have really helped to raise the sect's profile this time. The elders are so busy that they don't have time to train them.

Fang Jinxing looked at them with a gloomy look, as they clearly didn't take it seriously.

Laugh, laugh! I guess these little bastards won’t be able to laugh when you go back.

The five sect leaders just finished an internal meeting not long ago.

Sect Leader Qin advised them not to stop but to "go one step further" and make a training schedule that is more rigorous than the usual training.

Otherwise, this generation of disciples will be either illiterate or weak in combat, and in the end they will have to rely on a few sword practitioners to work like oxen and horses.

Faced with this suggestion, Fang Jinxing gladly accepted it.

He doesn't care what others think, but those bastards in their sect must be taught a lesson.

God knows how suffocated Fang Jinxing was when he saw the images on the photo stones brought back by his younger generations, showing his own illiterate family members who were his own disciples.

Special training, everyone must be thrown into special training!

Otherwise they will have nothing to do all day long and just get together to destroy the house.

Seeing him chattering non-stop, Gu Xia pinched his ears, decisively pushed the second brother out, and began to express his determination: "Don't worry, Master, I will supervise the second brother for you, and strive to make him break through the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Ye Sui'an was overjoyed, and immediately put his arm around his neck, smiling and promising his master: "We will all supervise Second Senior Brother, and when the thunder tribulation comes, we will definitely draw more life-saving talismans for him."

Whether to draw or not will be decided later. Let’s paint a big picture for Fang Jinxing first.

Jiang Chaoxu readily joined the team: "I have learned a few new recipes for pills, and I can help when the time comes."

"..." Facing the looks from his fellow junior brothers and sisters, Shen Weixun remained silent and slowly stood over.

He watched as his disciples in front of him instantly transformed into a "loving family".

"Good! Good! Good!" Fang Jinxing stroked his beard and laughed, then stood up suddenly. The hem of his robe was pressed down without him knowing when, and with a "swish" sound, it was torn apart. When the strips of cloth fell to the ground, Fang Jinxing had already walked out the door.

"Then I will not disturb you from practicing. Just prepare yourself well."

"..."

Gu Xia stroked his chin and stared at the piece of cloth fluttering in the wind behind his master for a while before he suppressed the rebellious thought of slashing it with a sword. He said quietly: "Master, the quality of this piece of cloth is too poor."

"It's okay. At worst, I can steal my dad's new clothes and send them to him next time." Ye Sui'an curled the corners of his lips slightly, standing beside her and also watching the figure that was getting farther and farther away until it disappeared.

Gu Xia was stunned by her beauty for a moment.

Steal your own father's new clothes to support your master?

You are so filial to your father.

If the head of the Ye family and Fang Jinxing knew about this, they would probably be in for a mixed doubles fight.

Thinking of this, based on the weak friendship between fellow disciples, Gu Xia patted his shoulder and advised sincerely: "Third Brother, I advise you not to do this."

"why?"

Gu Xia: "Because I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death."

Ye Sui'an: "..."

No way.

He is my biological son.

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