After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Wen Xi was afraid that his naive and gullible little sister would be deceived by the old man, so he quickly said, "If you want to learn swordsmanship, go find Master! Master is a genius in swordsmanship, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best! Apart from the man from the Dao Sword Sect who can compete with Master, I am afraid that no one in Yunzhou can survive more than ten moves under Master's sword!"

"Wow! How awesome is Master?!" Chu Chaozhao praised him in a very supportive and sincere manner.

Wen Qingyu chuckled: "If you want, I can teach you. Although Elder Jiuqi is a genius in sword cultivation, his sword style is fierce. You are still young, so don't rush in."

Yo yo yo, listen, his master has also learned how to put on eye drops?

Wen Xi looked at her cold and aloof master in surprise and smacked her lips, but she immediately turned around and said, "That old man is really fierce when he beats people! He even eats children, and his teeth are so sharp when he eats children! Don't be fooled, little sister!"

Jiuqi: ??? Is this how you promote me outside?

Chu Chaozhao was speechless. Did he really think she was a three or four-year-old child?

But she still nodded obediently: "Howl! Listen to Master! Then Master, teach me how to practice sword!"

Then the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qingyu: "Tomorrow, it's too late today, you should go to bed."

From then on, every day, watching his adorable little junior sister holding the small wooden sword and swinging it diligently, Wen Xi felt heartbroken and regretted that he had carried her in his arms to join in the fun with Elder Jiuqi.

It was a small creature, but it swung its sword five thousand times every day without fail, and it was crushed to death!

This made him, an adult, feel ashamed, and he had no choice but to spend time with his junior sister and refine weapons. When he was with his junior sister, he also meditated and practiced.

It's not just him. Ever since he knew that the little cub swung the sword five thousand times a day, Jiuqi went to find Wen Qingyu to make trouble. Later, the little cub said that she wanted to practice it herself, and he indeed saw the helplessness on Wen Qingyu's face, so he believed it.

Seeing that the little cub practiced every day without fail, Jiuqi became even more disappointed with the other disciples, so he changed the number of times they swung their swords a day from a thousand to ten thousand.

Others complained bitterly and some even sat on the ground without fear.

Jiu Jue said, "Look at how useless you are! You can't even compare to a three or four-year-old baby! Little Zhao Zhao has no spiritual roots and can't practice. The baby with tiny arms and legs can't even hold a small wooden sword, but he is not afraid of hardship and swings the sword five thousand times a day. How dare you say you are someone else's senior brothers and sisters? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to tell others about it?"

After saying that, his tone softened again, and he taught earnestly with a face full of earnestness: "I know that the path to becoming an immortal is not easy, and the same is true for sword practice. But how can there be sweetness without suffering? Not to mention the one from the Taoist Sword Sect, just talk about the more recent Venerable Bai Qing, you have all seen it with your own eyes..." blah blah.

If Chu Chaozhao were here, she would definitely give a thumbs up: What a great chicken soup!

At the beginning, some people were not convinced and thought he was exaggerating.

He led his men quietly to Qingyun Peak to watch from beginning to end. He saw the little cub fall down while doing horse stance and then stand up again to continue doing horse stance. He saw her swinging the sword until she was sweating profusely and her face was pale. Even though Venerable Bai Qing and Senior Brother Wen refused to let her practice, she still practiced firmly.

They felt distressed and dissatisfied at first, but then they felt admiration and ashamed of themselves.

They did not need Jiuqi's brainwashing. They practiced spontaneously. Jiuqi was smiling every day. After training his disciples, he would go to Qingyun Peak for a stroll. Although he was gone, the disciples would rest for a while and then continue to practice.

Thus, Guiyun Sect was caught in a strange tide.

*

At Qingyun Peak, as usual, Wen Qingyu stared at Chu Chaozhao drawing talismans, but what was different from the past was that Qingyun Peak welcomed an uninvited guest today.

For fear of disturbing his own child, Wen Qingyu blocked the people outside the hall first.

"I've met senior brother!"

It was Wen Xianyun. Today he was dressed meticulously in a light blue brocade robe. He still had a jade gourd hanging around his waist and a ring on his finger engraved with the pattern of the sect's flag.

"What's the matter?" Wen Qingyu glanced at him indifferently.

Wen Xianyun grinned, his eyes narrowed: "Brother, can't I come to see you if I'm fine?"

"You have something to say."

"Okay." With just one glance, Wen Xianyun stopped being fawning and looked earnest.

"The sect competition is about to start. The rule is that freshmen must go and cannot retreat. If they retreat, they will lose a lot of points. Our sect has always been inferior to others in recent years. We can't let a little baby cause any problems this time! Junior brother knows that you are worried about the little baby getting hurt, but she only needs to go up and admit defeat. There is no need to fight at all! Senior brother, do you think this arrangement is okay?"

Wen Qingyu didn't hesitate at all and said softly: "Okay."

"I knew you were going to refuse." Wen Xianyun hadn't reacted yet, and he kept muttering, "Brother! No matter how much you care about your disciple, this rule is a rule, and it's the honor of the sect... Hmm? What? Brother said yes? Are you agreeing?"

Wen Qingyu nodded and left.

Wen Xianyun hurriedly followed.

Snapped--

He was locked outside the hall door. If he had not dodged quickly, his nose would have been swollen.

Wen Xianyun smiled, took out the jade gourd from his waist and started drinking. The rich aroma of wine permeated his heart. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction, hung up the jade gourd and patted it.

"That's good, just agree! I feel relieved, one less thing to worry about. Anyway, everyone in Yunzhou knows that young cubs can't practice without spiritual roots. Who dares to say anything when I admit defeat?"

As for the recent incidents of the sect's disciples being inspired and rolled up by the mascot, he regarded it as just a trick of Jiuqiu.

Just think that a mascot is a mascot, which is not bad!

It was peaceful outside the temple, but it was different inside.

Chu Chaozhao tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him in confusion. Why did he snatch his talisman paper and gold-patterned wolf-hair brush?

Wen Qingyu met her puzzled look, sighed helplessly, squatted down, picked up her scarred and bleeding little hand, cleaned it with his spiritual power and applied medicine, his movements were as gentle as possible, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

It did hurt, but to Chu Chaozhao, this pain was nothing.

She just wanted to become stronger quickly, enter the second or third heaven, and then become a loser.

After applying the medicine, Wen Qingyu squatted down and tried to look her in the eye: "Xiao Zhaozhao, you don't have to be like this. If you don't want to go because of the pressure of the sect competition, Master has a way."

Chu Chaozhao shook his head: "No pressure, go."

Wen Qingyu was not surprised that she could only speak a few words because of her unclear speech. "Since I brought you back, you have never stopped. I know that you have read a lot of books. The more you understand about the world's lack of knowledge about your true self, the more you want to become stronger."

Chu Chaozhao was puzzled. Isn't this right?