Demon Lord became my apprentice

Cong Rong released his five senses, as if he was there in person, he could see the situation clearly.Cong Rong has practiced for many years, and he can tell the foundation of Mao Dan and Liu Sheng at a glance.Although Liu Sheng is not as strong as Maodan, he is definitely not an embroidered pillow that only reads sage books. He also works in the fields on weekdays, and he knows how to use skill. Sometimes, flamboyant fists and embroidered legs can do the trick.

It is not surprising that Cong Rong can see the background of the two, but Cong Rong can't help being surprised when he is able to think independently at a young age, and thus make such a judgment that is different from everyone else.During the recent period, Cong Rong often couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it seems that every time Cong Yi grows up, he can give him different surprises.

After being stunned for quite a while, the onlookers at the scene came to their senses one after another. However, they were obviously more interested in Cong Yi's bet than Liu Sheng's reversal of the situation and winning Mao Dan. Betting ten coins at a time is enough to show that Cong Yi is not stupid Hehe, choose whatever you want.Thinking of this, the onlookers flocked in front of Cong Yi one after another, like watching a monkey performing on the street, expressing their great shock with exaggerated words and gestures.

"Liu Sheng won?!"

"Cong Yi made the right bet?! Cong Yi made the right bet!"

"He won ten coins by himself!"

"Even Liu Sheng couldn't believe that he would win, but Cong Yi made the right bet!"

"In this way, Cong Fang didn't place a random bet, but he was certain that Liu Sheng would win?!"

"Based on that, isn't Cong Yi a god!"

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The small body was surrounded by a group of dancing villagers, who praised the sky like a sky, while the person concerned, Cong Yi, looked as calm as ever, as if all this was nothing surprising at all, just a routine operation.I saw him calmly looking around at the excited adults in front of him, neither humble nor overbearing, and said nothing.All of a sudden, people couldn't tell who was the monkey in the street market.

Cong Yi remained calm as usual, but his master Cong Rong couldn't sit still, for fear that the villagers would see something.As soon as he flicked his hem, he got up and walked out of the house, heading straight for this side.

After a while, the villagers gradually quieted down.When they stopped talking, Cong explained his routine operation with a blank face, "It's nothing strange, my master is an immortal teacher."

"No wonder!"

"It makes sense now."

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"Wait, what did you just say?!!"

"You said your master is an immortal teacher?!"

At this moment, Cong Rong strode over and happened to meet everyone's shocked gazes.In just a moment, everyone turned their eyes to him, and dozens of pairs of piercing eyes stared at him without blinking, as if they wanted to see through him.

Originally, Cong Rong was worried that Cong Yi would be too sharp and arouse suspicion.Now it's all right, Cong has been directly revealing his identity, saving even the chance of being suspicious.

"Young Master Cong, are you really an immortal master?"

"Young Master Cong, which immortal family do you belong to? Why did you come to live in our village?"

"Young Master Cong, you know some fairy arts, can you teach us?"

"Master Cong..."

After a brief shock, everyone began to ask questions again, perhaps because they acquiesced in their hearts that Cong Rong is the immortal master, even though everyone was eager to know the truth, but compared to the quarrel just now , they have restrained a lot at this moment.

Cong Rong naturally didn't want people to know his identity, he met everyone's eagerly looking eyes, and firmly denied it: "To tell you the truth, there are indeed many people who think that I look like an immortal teacher, and even I When my friends were joking, they would still use the word "immortal master" to make fun of me. Cong Yitong said nothing, and after listening to it, he took our joke seriously."

"Young Master Cong, are you really not an immortal master?"

"You look like a fairy!"

After learning the truth, everyone was obviously a little bit unwilling.

Cong Rong said boldly: "I look like an immortal master, but I don't have the life of an immortal master. I am also very helpless. You may wish to think about it carefully, the title of immortal master is well-known throughout the mainland of China. No matter where you go, you will be respected." People respect you. If you were an immortal teacher, would you hide it like a court prisoner, so that no one would know?"

The villagers suddenly realized: "Don't say it, it really is. If I were an immortal teacher, I would definitely wish to let the whole world know, how could I hide it like a guilty conscience."

Cong Rong persisted and said: "Immortal masters are all god-like existences who don't eat the fireworks of the world. How can they be like me, who even have problems eating."

The villagers agreed: "Although our village is considered outstanding, but the fairy masters live on the fairy mountain, it is impossible to think about it here."

Cong Rong consciously persuaded this group of villagers, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Cong Yi, and called out in a low voice: "Cong Yi, come here, go home with Master."

Cong Yi looked at Cong Rong without saying a word and misled the villagers that he was not a fairy teacher. There was deep doubt hidden in his immature brows, but he never questioned, but walked up to Cong Rong obediently.

Seeing this, Cong Rong took Cong Yi's little hand, and was about to say goodbye to everyone, when suddenly someone jumped out and asked, "Master? Young Master Cong, why does Cong Yi call you Master? You are neither a craftsman like a carpenter or a blacksmith." , it’s not a theater troupe running around the world, what can you teach him once Cong calls you master?”

Cong Rong couldn't help frowning his eyebrows, and said something bad in his heart.After a moment of silence, he quickly controlled the expression on his face, looked up calmly, and found that the person questioning him was none other than Liu Sheng.

With Liu Sheng's touch, the villagers who had been persuaded by Cong Rong just now started to move again.

Looking at the hot eyes of the crowd again, Cong Rong calmly said nonsense, "I'm still young, I haven't got a family yet, I lost my good intentions for a while, and picked up a brat halfway through, who is ten years younger than me." Cong Rong looked at Liu Sheng with a smile that was not a smile, and asked humbly: "Excuse me, if you were me, what do you think he should call me, so as not to affect my future family and career?"

Liu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, obviously he hadn't thought about this question at all.Before he could answer, Cong Rong asked: "Godfather, uncle or elder brother?"

"Compared to godfather or something, it's better to be called master."

"Although my brother is not bad, I always feel that Master is pleasing to the ear."

"Then you are used to it."

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The villagers at the scene were like grass on the wall, and instantly fell to Cong Rong's side, thinking that what he said was very reasonable.He is a nice young man who is not yet married, so he will be misunderstood if he is called such a blood-related name by a brat for no reason.But apprentices are different. They can express the relationship concisely and clearly, avoid too much explanation, and will not cause ambiguity and unnecessary associations.

Seeing this, Liu Sheng said unyieldingly: "But anyone who earns a living in this world must have some kind of skill. Mr. Cong looks extraordinary at first glance, and he must be able to teach Cong Yi something extraordinary. The most important thing is to be like Cong Yi. Such a clever child must learn things very quickly. As a master, considering his future, he can't waste his intelligence, can't he?"

Cong Rong replied without blushing, "I'm not an immortal master, so I can't teach Cong Yi the art of immortality. I still know a little bit about hoeing and farming. As long as he grows up and can support himself, he can be considered a good hoeer." A skill."

"What kind of skill is hoeing?" Everyone was disappointed, and they all felt wronged for Cong Yi, "The hard work of hoeing is for people like us who have no choice but to make a living. Cong Yi is so smart, and With such delicate skin and tender flesh, wouldn’t it be an overkill to ask him to hoe the ground.”

"No way, it's not good for Cong Yi to meet a master who is idle like me." Cong Rong sighed, but there was no shame on his face, "I appreciate everyone's kindness, and I will try my best in the future. Force yourself to work hard to make money so that you can send Cong Yi to school until he comes back with a Jinshi exam, so it won't be a delay for him."