The vicious master always loves to die

Yan Xici was reflecting.

First of all, I did not correctly understand the gap between immortal cultivators and mortals, as well as the level gap between high-level monks and low-level monks in the world of cultivating immortals.

As Ji Moze who has just stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, although he has opened up his spiritual aperture, strictly speaking, he is still a mortal.Only when the qi refining is complete and the foundation is successfully built, and the physical body is reshaped, can one truly start cultivating immortals.

Secondly, Yan Xici knew that as a Nascent Soul, he was already a high-level existence in the realm of comprehension, but he never had a specific concept.He thought that as long as he restrained his strength, he would at most cause some trauma to Ji Moze.But every time he struck, it was beyond his expectations. What he thought was a light blow made Ji Moze seriously injured and unconscious. This was beyond his expectation.

Looks like the plan has to be revised...

Yan Xici lay on the couch thinking.Before, he was too anxious to grow the seedlings, but it was self-defeating. If he continued to mess around like this, he might kill Ji Moze before he could reach adulthood.

If you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse first. If you haven't eaten enough, let alone run away, just kneel down on the spot.This little pony, Ji Moze, can't even be considered grass-eating now.

What he should do now is to raise the foal first so that people can thrive.Then break his arrogance, torture his cock, destroy his spirit, and make him hate himself to the bone from now on.It's not like I did before, knocking people away with a single disagreement, and almost sending them to death.

In the end, Yan Xici summed up his attitude towards life in the future. He must work hard to guide his apprentices actively, but he cannot continue to be so depressed.

Bring the big apprentice out, and take over the work of the master in the future. He will do the affairs of the sect. As a master, he can retreat with peace of mind.

Bring the second apprentice and the third apprentice out, and from now on, he will help the elder brother to work together. The elder brother is in charge of the overall situation, and the two of them will assist at the side. As a master, he can continue to retreat with peace of mind without wasting his mind.

To cultivate the four disciples into a good-natured Xieyuhua, he must have the courage to fight against the vicious master, contribute to the warmth of Ji Moze's young, helpless and cold heart, and become an irreplaceable beam of light in Ji Moze's heart, and then he, the vicious master, can be easily blocked Light, let the hero hate him even deeper.

In the end, raise Ji Moze first, let him feel the warmth of his master, and trust himself wholeheartedly, then severely chop up this trust and plant the seeds of hatred.

Well, that's right.

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Three days later, Ji Moze came out of the stone room, and immediately went to the master to confess.

"Disciple Mo Ze, please see Master." The little boy Tong knelt outside the cave, his disciple's uniform was covered with dried blood, and he looked very scary.

"Are you sure you're wrong?" Yan Xici stood with his hands behind his back, condescending, looking at the embarrassed Ji Moze.

"Disciple, disciple... I know my mistake." The child lowered his head, his voice was weak from having not eaten or drank for a few days, and the freshly raised meat was skinny, looking very pitiful.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Yan Xici's tone was flat, unable to detect any emotion.

"The disciple is stubborn and failed to fulfill the master's entrustment. In the future, the disciple will go all out and not let the master down." After Ji Moze finished speaking, he looked up at Yan Xici, his small face the size of a palm, with a pitiful look.

"Open your mouth." Seeing the child open his mouth obediently, Yan Xici stuffed someone with a Yuan Hui Pill.The warm medicine soothed the hungry stomach, making Ji Moze, who hadn't eaten or drank for a few days, look healthier. "Go change your clothes, and then go to the dining hall."

"Thank you, Master." Ji Moze nodded obediently, looking at Yan Xici with big eyes full of awe and admiration.

"Go." Seen by the pure and innocent little eyes, Yan Xici looked at the child's back, and began to whip his conscience again.

Ji Moze didn't cover up the blood stains on his body. When he returned to Pianfeng, Qiu Yutong hurried out of his cave.

"Little brother, where have you been these few days? I can't even find you... Are you injured?" Qiu Yutong exclaimed, covering her mouth with her little hand. The blood stains on Ji Moze's body were too terrifying. so much blood.

"I'm fine." Ji Moze smiled reassuringly, but it didn't work at all.

"Big brother, big brother, little brother was injured, there's a lot of blood!" Qiu Yutong didn't believe the other party's innocence at all, and hurried to Lu Xingyao's cave not far away, trying to call him out.

But after Lu Xingyao was reprimanded by his master, he worked hard to cultivate, not only opened the restriction of the cave, but also opened the sound-proof enchantment, and he would never come out unless his cultivation level improved.Qiu Yutong took pictures for a long time, but there was no sound from inside.

"Eldest brother... probably in retreat." Qiu Yutong was exhausted from taking pictures and couldn't call out, the whole body was so weak that it was visible to the naked eye, she turned her head to look at the little brother beside her, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your concern. I'm really fine. Look." Ji Moze said, successfully letting the little loli bounce down the steps, and turn left and right, so that people can see that there is no wound on her body.

"It's really all right..." Huabutou Luoli looked carefully, and found that she was really all right, so she returned to her smile, "It's just that it's all right, then little brother, let's go to the cafeteria."

Looking at Qiu Yutong's carefree smiling face, Ji Moze's eyes were full of nostalgia. After a while, he nodded at Qiu Yutong's urging, went back and changed his clothes, and went to the dining hall with him.

"Second Senior Brother is too much. I said that Junior Brother will come back immediately and tell them to wait a while, but he dragged Third Senior Brother and ran away. I was so mad."

Ji Moze walked quietly. The life of Xuantianzong was too long a memory for him. At the moment when he killed his enemy, all the memories of pain and hatred were locked deep in his memory.And Qiu Yutong in front of him was the only salvation in his suffering, so no matter what the other party said, he would always smile back.

"Little Junior Brother, why don't you say a few words." After chatting for a long time, the other party didn't say a word, which made her very bored.

"Well, what did you say?" Junior Brother Ji responded.

"..." Qiu Yutong was depressed for a while before continuing, "How did you get the blood on your body?"

Ji Moze paused for a while before speaking: "I did something wrong and was punished."

"Ah..." Little Loli covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened. She usually did wrong things, and the master punished her at most by scolding her. What did the little brother do to hurt her like this?

"Little brother, did you steal Master's vermilion fruit to eat, and Master punished you so severely?" Qiu Luoli was shocked for a while, and sneaked into Ji Moze's ear, gossiping in a low voice, "Second Senior Brother last time贪吃，拿了师尊放在桌上药丸的当糖丸舔了，听说被师尊揍得屁股开花，几天都下不了地儿，还不给玉露丸吃，隔着洞府都能听To the wailing of the second senior brother."

As for the appearance of the little junior brother, how big a mistake did he make to be punished like this by the master?

From the change of Qiu Yutong's undisguised expression, she could see her thoughts. Ji Moze only felt that the roots of his teeth were a little itchy, but he could only swallow the breath, but he made a strong mark on Yan Xici in his heart.

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Yan Xici originally planned to retreat leisurely in the cave, but he suddenly received a sound transmission from the head of Feng, so he could only adjust his appearance unwillingly, and resumed his posture of floating like a fairy, then raised his hand and drew the flying sword to the palm The main peak where the gate is located.

"See Master Uncle Qing Ning." The person in charge of receiving him was Master Feng's personal disciple Zhu Yuanqing. Unlike Yan Xici, Master Feng only accepted two apprentices, both of whom were geniuses with a single spiritual root .The two apprentices are very competitive, one is already in the late stage of foundation establishment, and is currently retreating to attack the golden core with all his strength, and the other is the one in front of him, whose cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment.

"Uncle Master will be in a moment later, Master will be here soon." Zhu Yuanqing bowed respectfully, and transmitted the sound with a formula, calm and relaxed.Afterwards, the servant boy of the main peak quickly served the green tea overflowing with aura, and then stood aside with lowered brows and eyes, waiting for orders.

Soon, the head of Feng Daogu, who is immortal, walked over on a shiny plate.Different from Yan Xici's flying sword, Master Feng's natal magic weapon is a pill furnace. Originally, he wanted to refine the pill furnace into a flying magic weapon, but was strictly rejected by his disciples.

After all, Xuantian Xianzong and other big sects often have competitions or common secret realm explorations, and there are intersections every now and then.Dazong pays attention to face, and the head of the sect is always on the golden lotus or the fairy boat, no matter which one has a very high posture.Head Ruofeng flew over on a stove, what does it look like?

"I'm Danxiu, my natal immortal stove, it's normal." Sect Leader Feng argued hard.

"No." The apprentices were resolutely uncompromising, and even the elders objected a little later.

After many compromises, the head of Feng decided to take a step back. He couldn't step on the stove, so I should step on the head office, right?

The others thought about it, and finally had to agree, but they still moved their hands and feet on the master's plate, carved complicated patterns, engraved various formations, and tried their best to make the plate gorgeous and dazzling when it came out.

Yan Xici glanced at the nondescript plate under the head of the sect, and was glad again that he was a swordsman and could fly with the sword instead of flying on the plate or holding the furnace.

"Junior Brother Yan, long time no see." Sect Master Feng greeted with a smile, facing Yan Xici's cold face, he was as affectionate as ever.

Whether it was reading novels back then, or the original memory of the original body, it all showed that the relationship between the two had never been so close.Back then, as a candidate for the head, there was even a faint sense of tit-for-tat, and they would not be so close at all.Therefore, regarding the closeness of the head, Yan Xici responded indifferently: "I have met the head."

"Junior brother, you are still so indifferent." Feng Changrong sighed, and then raised his smiling face again, "Junior brother has recently improved a lot in cultivation, and his whole body is aggressive, which makes senior brother admire."

Yan Xici's face was expressionless. Recently, he was called retreating, but he was actually fishing. Where did he see that he had improved his cultivation?

"Senior brother is the one. I see that senior brother's aura is thick and harmonious, which seems to be a sign that he is about to advance." Yan Xici had no expression on his face, and slapped Master Feng's rainbow fart back intact.

Feng Changrong was stunned, and then he couldn't hide the joy on his face: "Of course, the younger brother observes very carefully, I am indeed about to advance. This time I asked the younger brother to come here, just to ask the younger brother to do me a favor..."

"Retreat."

Before Feng Changrong could finish speaking, a word of 'retreat' brought his words to an abrupt end.

I can't take this anymore.