Disciples always want to tease me [Rebirth]

The sun was scorching in the afternoon, but the elders and aunts in the community did not intend to rest. They sat under the tree, played chess, chatted about gossip, and saw Goutian, who was dressed strangely, walking over and reversing the car, pointing behind his back.

Qiao Yang finally determined that such gossip must not be a monk.

But soon his thoughts were broken, and Sun Ziyan sent him a link to the post.

#吃一扑我家区新来的死亲婴修#

"..." This group of monks not only gossiped, but also knew nothing about the power of the sword cultivator. Qiao Yang quickly tapped the screen with his fingertips, releasing his inner anger.

Look at Yang: Heh, mortal, how could such a handsome monk be a dead house?

Floor 106: Don’t wash the upstairs. With the shape of 800 years ago, isn’t it a dead house? .

107th floor: The dead house is also liked by female cultivators, the beauty is justice, the upstairs is mad, a little bit.

……

Qiao Yang couldn't help but sigh with emotion, a certain boss was right, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

"What are you looking at?" Gou Tian, ​​who had been concentrating on holding the steering wheel, suddenly asked.

Qiao Yang quickly buckled the messenger and said with a flattering smile: "Master, haven't you considered getting a haircut and changing clothes?"

"No need." Goutian had no interest in changing his appearance, "Don't mortals have a behavior called cosplay?"

Fuck!This pure English pronunciation, master, are you really a dead house?

Probably because Qiao Yang's surprise was too obvious, Gou Tian had no choice but to explain: "The cultivation world is so big, it's normal to learn a few more dialects, and it won't take a few hours."

"..." It turns out that English is a dialect in the eyes of the master, well, cultivation knows no borders.

A high school is a closed key high school, the gate guard will not let "non-mainstream" youths like Gou Tian go.Qiao Yang had no choice but to call his little uncle and ask him to come out to pick them up.

After a while, a middle-aged man in formal attire came in hastily, with a serious face that overshadowed the advantages of his appearance, making people fearful at first glance, and intuitively feeling that this person must be very stubborn and old-fashioned.

Chen Tan's eyes showed a little bit of bewilderment, he sized Qiao Yang up, turned his gaze to Gou Tian, ​​and said, "Yang Yang."

Qiao Yang's smile was instantly awkward, and he patted Chen Dan's shoulder, "Little uncle, you came so fast, don't you have class at this time?"

Chen Dan looked at Qiao Yang, her cheeks flushed slightly, "I came here as soon as I received your call. Why did you go out for so long?"

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and it's the age of the fresh clothes and angry horses, so I can't help but look around."

"University will start in a few days, so please take care of that angry horse."

"..."

Chen Tan looked at Gou Tian and said, "This is your classmate?"

Gou Tian glanced at Qiao Yang.

Qiao Yang stood at attention, "It's a long story, but he's actually my...uh, friend and tenant."

Chen Dan frowned and asked, "What do you do?"

Qiao Yang hurriedly said, "He's an actor. Didn't you see him wearing a costume to get a sense of it? He's going to audition in two days."

Gou Tian nodded slightly, "En."

Chen Tan nodded to him, "You go to my house at night, your aunt misses you, and your friends can come too. I still have class later, so I'm leaving first."

"Okay." Qiao Yang lowered his head in frustration.

Goutian saw his lost expression, his heart softened, he touched the top of his hair and said, "What's wrong?"

"My uncle must have forgotten what I look like again." Qiao Yang said with grief and indignation, "Master, when I was a child after school, he went to pick me up, but he couldn't recognize me when I stood in front of him. Remember my appearance, but I haven't seen him for more than a month, and he can't recognize me again."

After Chen Dan walked away, his brows became more and more frowned, "It's strange, the most beautiful one is not my nephew."

Gou Tian's cultivation level is high, so he can naturally hear Chen Tan's words. He suddenly felt that it was the right choice for him to snatch away his little disciple, otherwise he would be lost by this foolish uncle sooner or later.

"Hey, master, let me take you to worship my mother."

"Ah."

The doorman, who had been silently serving as the background board, silently watched them leave, shook his head, and opened the newspaper, "These cults are so arrogant now."

The cemetery where Qiao's father and mother lived was very quiet, facing water on one side, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and built with sculptured stone gates.Qiao Yang walked ahead familiarly, led Gou Tian up many steps, and finally arrived at the destination.

"Little Qiao is here." The uncle guarding the mausoleum was not surprised when he saw Qiao Yang. He looked at Gou Tian and said, "Is this a friend?"

Qiao Yang nodded, "Uncle Zhang, prepare some fruits and flowers for me."

"Still the same?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yang looked at Gou Tian and said, "There are always people who don't have time to buy things for worship, so Uncle Zhang starts a side business. Master, let's go first."

"Okay." Goutian passed by one after another of the tombs, and finally stopped in front of a large tomb where two people were buried together. He looked at the familiar name on the tombstone, his expression dazed for a while.

It was the first time he went down the mountain decades ago, and he has forgotten the reason for going down the mountain, but he still remembers that he met two monks who murdered and robbed him on the way. , was seriously injured to deal with those two people, and later fell down on the side of the road because of lack of spiritual power.

"Why did you bleed so much?" A ten-year-old country girl woke him up. The little girl said that she came to play in the mountains with her family on her back that day, and she dared to come over when she saw Gou Tian's face first.

"You look so good-looking, are you a fox fairy from the mountains?" The little girl helped Gou Tian stop the bleeding and bandage him.

Goutian had hardly communicated with others since he was a child, and he didn't know what to say, so he just shook his head.

"Ah, are you a Maoshan Taoist priest?"

Goutian didn't understand Maoshan, but he understood Taoist priests. He hesitated and nodded.

"Master, accept me as your apprentice."

Goutian knew that he couldn't owe karma, so he checked the little girl's spiritual roots, and found that although her aptitude was not good, she could still cultivate, so she complied, and said the first sentence, "I want to go back and talk to Master first. "

Hearing Goutian's voice, the little girl touched her ears, and whispered: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

It's a pity that after Goutian returned to Lingxiaozong, before he had time to talk about it, he was pressured by the Great Elder to retreat. At that time, he respected the Great Elder very much. He thought about retreating for a few days before coming out to accept disciples. He was closed for more than 30 years, and after several rounds of inquiries after leaving the customs, he only got the news that his beloved disciple had passed away. Feeling ashamed, he took the little girl's only son as his disciple.

"Master, in fact, I seem to have heard my mother talk about you when I was young," Qiao Yang said suddenly, "But at that time, my mother treated it as a myth and I listened as a joke. I didn't expect it to be true."

Gou Tian looked at Qiao Yang's lonely expression, there were only two people who had treated him sincerely in the past two lifetimes, one was the little girl whom he only met once, and the other was Qiao Yang.He reached out and touched Qiao Yang's head, and sighed, "How did your mother die?"