The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

The movement of the fairy bent down and knees was extremely swift, as if a machete had been born out of thin air, and it was cut horizontally from a height of half a meter on the ground, and the man was shortened in an instant.

Xue Yu couldn't react in time at all, and could only watch helplessly as the other party hung up on his honor seat.

However, how could Cen Shu let people get close to him for no reason?

Before the man touched Cen Shu's robe corner, he was sent flying straight away by his protective spirit body, and landed on the broken wood in the distance.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the fairy who fell on his back in the middle, and looked at Xue Yu who was led by Liao Niang, and the audience was completely silent.

Instead, the children who had picked up firewood hula rushed forward and helped the immortal up.

The fairy's face was stained with mud, and his hair was messed up by the firewood, but he didn't bother to wipe it and take care of it again.

With the help of the children's arms, he got up from the ground in embarrassment, and before he could stand still, he threw himself in front of Cen Shu again.

This time he learned his lesson and stopped hugging his thighs. Instead, he bent his knees and knelt down in front of Cen Shu with a "slap": "Help me, Immortal!"

The vermilion wooden door was tightly closed, and the windows were closed early, so that not even a mosquito could fly in.

Only Xue Yu and his disciples, Liao Niang, two guards, and Liu Shoutian were in the room—that is, the fairy who chopped the firewood before.

Except for Cen Shu, who was always indifferent, everyone else had strange expressions, looking at the person in the room who kept wiping tears.The surroundings were quite eerily quiet, except for the man's sobbing and low crying.

In the past half an hour, Liu Shoutian told several people about his background while crying.

It turned out that Liu Shoutian was not a disciple of Changyao Sect at all, and he was not even a monk of the Immortal Sect. He was an ordinary farmer, and he was only taught by someone accidentally, so that he managed to draw Qi into his body.

Stepping half a foot into the fairy gate, Liu Shoutian seemed to have sublimated himself. He felt that planting those two acres of heaven should not be a job for a monk, but a monk should travel the world.

But before he could step out the door, a group of strangers broke into his house.

Those vicious gangsters beat Liu Shoutian half to death without saying a word, and then they took the muddy Liu Shoutian and asked him viciously who he learned the method of drawing qi into the body.

Only then did Liu Shoutian know that the private school teacher who taught them the immortal method sneaked back from a sect called Changyaomen's cultivation of immortals, and taught others the method of cultivating immortals from Changyaomen's sect to draw energy into the body without authorization. Changyao Sect sent disciples to clean up the sect.

Liu Shoutian was frightened to death long ago, facing the interrogation of the disciples of Changyao Sect, he naturally knew everything and talked endlessly, shaking off the matter of Mr. Private School to those people.

After they finished their questioning, they wanted to kill Liu Shoutian with one blow, but the man's waist was weak, and he immediately kowtowed to the ground with bruises all over his body, begging for mercy.

The monks looked down on mortals, and when they saw people crawling at their feet like dogs, they really lost interest in making up for the knife, played and insulted Liu Shoutian, and then walked away.

Liu Shoutian's house and fields are outside the city, and after the Changyao family members went to the city to search for them, Liu Shoutian hurriedly abandoned his home and fled.

"The group of people came with knives. The blades in their hands were fishy and smelly. They had seen blood when they smelled it. The private school gentleman in the city seems like he can't even catch a chicken. If he is caught by the gangster, he must be If you can’t survive, ask the immortal to save him!”

Xue Yu felt that this person was simply baffled: "Since it is the Changyao sect who wants to kill you, why do you still say that you are from the Changyao sect?"

Liu Shoutian cried for a while, and murmured, "I don't know the names of other cultivating sects other than Changyao sect."

He explained that after drawing Qi into his body, he would already have the ability to release his spiritual energy, and he acted like a disciple of the immortal sect, and it was indeed very refreshing to play with power and prestige.

Xue Yu simply didn't know what to say.

Let’s say this person is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he can even think of asking his helpers to go back to save others; let’s say that this person is brave and fearless, kneeling as if he had no kneecaps.

But no matter whether it is reasonable or not, for Xue Yu, this person must be saved. If there is no accident, this private school gentleman must be Prometheus, Zhuang You.

He turned his head and put on a show: "Master, what do you think?"

Cen Shu looked at Liu Shoutian indifferently: "When do you think they entered the city with a knife?"

Liu Shoutian tremblingly said: "I'm afraid... I'm afraid it was more than a month ago."

More than a month.

Xue Yu's heart sank. Killing mortals by a monk is not much different from cutting melons and vegetables. Let alone more than a month, one week is enough to wipe out a city.

Liu Shoutian also understood the deep meaning of Cen Shu's words, and immediately began to kowtow again: "In the past month, every time I think that Mr. Mister might have died because of my words, I have been terrified all day long and afraid that I would not be able to sleep. When I close my eyes, it is the knife they raised .Whether it's too late or not, I invite the immortals to take a look!"

Cen Shu mocked, "So you don't want me to save people, you just want to make yourself feel at ease."

After listening to Cen Shu's words, Liu Shoutian did not refute, but continued to kowtow and plead.

Cen Shu: "If I tell you that they can't just kill one person, only people with cultivation, and no one will be left alive in the city, whether old or young, can you still feel at ease?"

Liu Shoutian paused, and suddenly fell down on the ground and cried loudly: "Then what can I do? With the knife resting on my neck, I can't even guarantee my own life, so how can I care about other people's lives?"

Cen Shu was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Yes, if you can't protect yourself, how can you talk about other people's lives...?"

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Xue Yu hurriedly interjected, "Since he kowtowed so many times, we're fine anyway, so let's go and have a look at it, it's best if he can be saved, and if he can't, he won't regret it."

Not to mention others, he knew that Zhuang You himself would not die, so they went there, at least to see if they could find any clues about this person's subsequent whereabouts.

Cen Shu glanced at him, and there was something inexplicable in his dark eyes.

Xue Yu was confused by him, he always felt that Cen Shu, who was thrown across his thigh, was a little strange, his whole person was a little lower than before, and he didn't know if he was a clean freak.

"Yes." After Cen Shu answered, he closed his eyelashes and stopped talking.

When Liu Shoutian knelt before, the identities of Cen Shu and the two monks could not be concealed at all.

Xue Yu apologized to Liao Niang with some embarrassment, saying that he and Cen Shu were just a teacher-student relationship, and they were just joking with her in the restaurant.

Liao Niang received three blows in one day, she was in a daze, and she answered "it's all right" after a long delay.

She said that if Cen Shu rejected her in public, it would be even more embarrassing. Threatening and then leaving gracefully like she did before, would actually give her face and damage Cen Shu's reputation.

Cen Shu himself didn't care about such things as fame, so looking at this matter, the one who suffered the most was Xue Yu, who had been called "Daddy" several times.

Before leaving, Xue Yu followed Liu Shoutian to pass the method of entraining Qi into the body and mind to everyone in Qianyang Village, and left a few bottles of basic elixir, and the three set off to leave.

Liu Shoutian hurried on the road while recuperating from his injuries. He walked for a month, and it only took two short days by flying.

It was early morning when we reached the sky outside the city.

In the early morning light, the city wall was scorched black, as if there were traces of flint blasting; the heavy city gate was closed tightly, and it was covered with scars from chopping with knives and axes. From the cracks, it could be seen that there were many boulders blocked inside.

The stone plaque on the city gate has also been smashed, and the three large characters of "Sui'an City" can be vaguely seen.

Seen from a distance, there are people patrolling the top of the city, and there is smoke from cooking houses in the city, and it is quiet everywhere, unlike the blood-soaked city and the sound of killing that a few people imagined.

Outside the city, people dressed as monks gathered in twos and twos to rest quietly. Looking at their condition, they had already stayed here for a long time.

Xue Yu was surprised.

After more than a month, the city survived.

Seeing that the city gate was still there, Liu Shoutian began to cry again.

"Master, can you tell what the cultivators outside are?" Xue Yu asked amidst the humming while lying on the edge of the chessboard.

Cen Shu: "They are all below the third level."

Oh, I see, there isn't even one at the Golden Core stage, isn't that just pecking at each other?

The monks in the foundation-building period also couldn't control the sword, so the patrolling people on the top of the city didn't have much defense against the air.

They flew to the private school according to Liu Shoutian's guidance.

Maybe it's still early, and maybe there are monks watching outside, the doors and windows of every house are closed, and there are only sporadic people dressed as officials patrolling the streets.

The private school was also empty and quiet.

Xue Yu couldn't reach home, so he could only ask Cen Shu, "Is anyone there?"

The latter frowned and nodded, and manipulated Xinghe to fall into the yard.

This private school is small in scale, but it also has a front and back yard. The front room is used for teaching, and the back room is probably the husband's own residence.

Several people landed in front of a tiled house in the backyard. The snow leopard moved its ears and could hear rustling in the house.

Liu Shoutian couldn't wait, before he jumped off the chessboard to call the door, he saw the door opened by itself, and a young man in his early twenties came out from inside.

His hair was crooked, his clothes were in a mess, and even his shoes were on his heels. It could be seen that he packed them in a hurry.

Xue Yu looked curiously at the legendary Prometheus.

Zhuang Youxiu is much higher than Xue Yu, so he should have already established his foundation.

Although his facial features are not as delicate and beautiful as Cen Shu's, his eyebrows are well-shaped, the corners of his lips are naturally curled up, and there is a slight smile when he doesn't speak.

Probably because he used to be a private school teacher, Zhuang You's temperament is very gentle, the whole person is like a moist jade, and he looks very easy to get along with.

This surprised Xue Yu very much.

As the Prometheus who led the people to pass the torch in later generations, Xue Yu originally thought that he should be a leader-like figure. Even if he didn't have such a submissive aura like Cen Shu, he should always be a very eye-catching figure.

And the one in front of him was more than gentle, but not imposing, so he put a thermos soaked in goji berries into his arms, and he was able to watch evening self-study.

Have you ever seen that the superhero who saves the world belongs to the head teacher of a high school?

Xue Yu thought about it again. In the original book, Prometheus spread fire everywhere because he recovered his life after being slaughtered in the city.

At this time, the city is not broken, the family is not king, and maybe the family has not been blackened.

Liu Shoutian greeted him excitedly: "Sir! Sir! Are you okay!"

"...Shoutian?" Zhuang You was taken aback when he saw him, and said in surprise, "The outside of the city has already been occupied by those Changyaomen, how did you..."

He looked at Xue Yu and Cen Shu who were standing beside him, and asked cautiously, "Who are these two again?"

"I ran away before those people entered the city!" Liu Shoutian said, "These two immortals are my rescuers from outside!"

Zhuang You nodded flatly, but the fist clenched in his sleeve had not been loosened yet.

Xue Yu's attitude is not surprising.

Regardless of whether Changyaomen dealt with the people living outside the city before entering the city, after more than a month of stalemate, the monks should clean up the people outside the city.

But Liu Shoutian was not only still alive, but somehow broke through the city gate and appeared in front of his house, and even brought two strangers with him, which was very strange no matter how you looked at it.

After all, there should be normal people in this world.

Otherwise, all mortals would be as foolish as Liao Niang and would be doomed.

Just as Xue Yu was about to speak, he suddenly smelled a very strange smell, followed by a familiar yet very strange smell.

He made a careful distinction and confirmed that only the snow leopard with more sensitive five senses and normal senses felt it.

Covered by the wide sleeves, Xue Yu pulled the corner of La Censhu's clothes, and asked in a very low voice: "Master, do you feel..."

Before he finished speaking, a flesh-white figure rushed out of Zhuang You's room like lightning.

Although Xue Yu's human form is a black hole, his eyes are not bad.

I saw a pheasant-like animal jumping out of the room, but its neck was as long as a goose, and its whole body was smooth without a single feather. , still flew out.

That faint breath rushed towards his face suddenly, Xue Yu shuddered, as if he had realized something.

Zhuang You naturally also saw the bald goose chicken, and he reached out to fish it very calmly, holding the long neck firmly in his hand, and said nonchalantly, "Josh, the chicken that was to be stewed at noon ran out."

"Stew a chicken feather!" The goose chicken opened its mouth and said, "Beast monster! He is a beast monster!"

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