Master milk me

Yuanrong let out a "tsk", with a helpless face on his face: "You dare to snatch the old man's things, he is notorious for holding grudges."

"Master, don't worry." Zhang Yanqing squatted down slowly, stretched out her hand towards the young dragon, and motioned for him to come over: "He has no time to find him."

The young dragon babbled and broke free from Yuanrong's hand.

Yuan Rong was a little puzzled. After thinking for a while, he felt something was wrong when he heard Zhang Yanqing's words, so he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

The young dragon climbed onto the shore wet, staggered up to Zhang Yanqing, poked his head obediently, and licked his fingers with the bright red tip of his tongue.

Zhang Yanqing let it lick, but did not take back his hand, with complicated emotions in his eyes, he whispered: "He broke an arm."

Yuanrong pointed at the young dragon: "What did it do?"

Zhang Yanqing: "Yes."

"Hmm..." The old man was in no mood to take a bath: "That old Jingui lost an arm, and half of the sky in Jinling will collapse."

Zhang Yanqing picked up the young dragon and said indifferently, "Let it be him."

"It's easy for you to say..." Yuanrong sighed, crawled out of the bath, put on thin obscene clothes, and said earnestly:

"Mt. Shu relies on the mountains to eat the mountains. Although it does not communicate with the ordinary world, the medicinal herbs can only be distributed to other shops and save the world after Tai Shuyu's hands. If he turns his face, the medicinal materials will rot on the mountain and have nowhere to spread."

"..." Zhang Yanqing didn't answer.

"Forget it, it's not a worry...I'll take some pills and go down the mountain to see him in person after I live. That old thing just wants to become a fairy."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, glanced at the young dragon in Zhang Yanqing's hand, turned around, and asked, "Do you want to keep it?"

"Ah."

Yuanrong was a little funny, raised his eyelids to look at his serious apprentice, and joked: "It's rare to see you be kind." After a pause, his tone sank: "If you want to raise it, you can raise it. But remember to train/teach well, Don't hurt other disciples."

Zhang Yanqing nodded: "Yes."

Yuan Rong waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go back to Yuanyang Hall first, those little bastards are going to turn the world upside down during the half month you're not here."

Hearing the words, Zhang Yanqing took the young dragon back into the Qiankun bag, bowed his hands and saluted: "Disciple farewell."

Yuanyang Hall is the closest to the Thirty Peaks, located in a lush bamboo forest.

The breeze in the bamboo forest is gentle, quiet and elegant.

In the middle of the bamboo grove, an ancient courtyard with exquisite carvings stands quietly. It is not luxurious, but it is also generous in layout, exquisite and elegant.

In addition to the Yuanyang Hall, in the dangerous area closest to the cliff outside the bamboo forest, there are several three-story tall buildings built by the disciples themselves with bamboo.

There are bamboo bridges in the sky of the high-footed buildings, which are suspended in the air and criss-crossed, making the whole bamboo forest look unique, less old-fashioned and more interesting.

"Hahahaha..." Before Zhang Yanqing walked into the bamboo forest, a burst of mischievous laughter from the teenagers came from a distance in the bamboo forest and reached his ears.

"Frost is flying faster! Faster!"

"Yinxue! Fly quickly! You can't lose to that brat in front!"

More than a dozen teenagers made pinched fingers and quickly shuttled through the bamboo forest path.

A row of spirit swords flew in midair in front of them.

Each of the spirit swords has its own master, and they fly according to the master's command. They all fly extremely fast, chasing each other, and no one backs down. The destination is an old tree deep in the bamboo forest.

Whose sword nailed to the old tree first, then this little game of spirit sword chasing is over.

"I said... you guys stop playing! Come back soon! It's time for self-study..." Chasing another panting teenager behind them.

The young man has straight eyebrows and a gentle temperament, with a lens made of quartz on his right eye. Compared with other lively boys of the same age, he looks much more stable.

He was very anxious at this moment, and wanted to call them back.

But a few teenagers were like wild horses that had run loose, and they were in high spirits, so naturally no one listened to him.

Suddenly, the bamboo shadow on the ground moved.

Outside the bamboo forest, there was a flash of inspiration, and there was a sound of "咻", and a radiant spirit sword flew past Fu Xiaosi's ear, chasing straight towards the boys.

Its speed is like lightning, so fast that the naked eye can't catch it, only a light blue sword energy can be seen in the air.

The chill behind Fu Xiaosi's back grew stronger.

He shivered, as if he had vaguely guessed something, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he looked back tremblingly.

Turning around, a cold white shadow was imprinted in his twinkling pupils.

Seeing the person coming, Fu Xiaosi was so startled that he could speak incoherently: "Shishishi..." Before he finished speaking, two light hair ties floated in front of Fu Xiaosi's eyes.

Zhang Yanqing came from a distance without looking sideways, and passed him by, going in the same direction as the disciples were playing.

The sharp corners of the mouth are gradually pressing down, half of Zhang Yanqing's face is now gloomy like a statue of a green-faced god, making people daunting.

It's over, it's over.

Fu Xiaosi laughed three times in despair in his heart, and prayed: You wish for good luck.

The spirit sword chase has come to an end.

The Luoshuang sword quickly counterattacked from the beginning to the front, standing out from other spirit swords, taking the lead and heading straight to the finish line.

Shen Donglan showed an excited smile, and challenged the other disciples: "Haha! It seems that Luoshuang arrived first! Brothers! Brothers, I'm sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark horse suddenly came out from behind.

The spirit sword was like a shooting star, like light and shadow, quickly surpassing other spirit swords, brushing against Luoshuang's blade, rubbing against Luoshuang, and shooting out fierce sparks.

With only a sound of "Zheng", Chengguang knocked down Luoshuang, and nailed it heavily to the tree trunk as a victor, winning the sword game.

During Shen Donglan's gallop, there was a sudden pause, her feet rubbed against the ground, her heels rubbed against the fire, she stared fixedly at the sword, and when she saw what it was, she exclaimed: "Mother! It's Chengguang!"

"Drink—!" Hearing this, everyone gasped, paused for a while, stopped chasing each other, and looked back.

Behind them, Zhang Yanqing came with his hands behind his back.

The active atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The disciples refrained from their aggressiveness, sweating profusely before they had time to wipe off, each turned around with their swords in their hands, knelt down with their swords in tacit understanding, and said in unison, "Master."

Zhang Yanqing walked past them with a cold face, pulled out Chengguang nailed to the tree trunk, put it back into the scabbard, and asked calmly, "What time is it now?"

One person replied: "Sunshine."

Zhang Yanqing continued to ask: "What should I do?"

"Self... self-study..."

"and then?"

"..." None of the teenagers dared to answer, they looked at each other, glanced at each other a few times, and finally all eyes fell on the most naughty Shen Donglan.

Shen Donglan was also trembling in panic at this moment. Seeing this, she rolled her eyes guiltily, and curled her lips: "What are you looking at me for? I didn't force you to play... Yes, you voluntarily..."

"You bastard..."

"Obviously you dragged us to play."

The brothers complained dissatisfied.

"Dong Lan..." Zhang Yanqing called out lightly, upon hearing his call, Shen Donglan trembled immediately, held her sword and bowed her head: "The disciple is here."

"Go and receive the punishment from the Supreme Master."

Hearing the name Taishangzun, all the teenagers froze, even Shen Donglan's stubborn temper almost collapsed in place.

Taishang Zun lived in the Yanwei Pagoda all the year round, didn't care about world affairs, and rarely showed up, but his nine-foot whip was an existence that terrified everyone in Shushan.

The Jiu Chi Jie pumping a stick, although it will not hurt the skin, but it can make the hand feel distressed for more than four or five days. In severe cases, you can't even hold the bowl.

All in all, kids are scared.

Shen Donglan's eyes turned red unwillingly.

Obviously everyone participated in the sword game, but the master only punished him.But in front of Zhang Yanqing, even if he is not convinced, he has to be convinced.

"Yes... the disciple took the order."

After saying that, Shen Donglan left aggrieved.

Zhang Yanqing glanced at the others indifferently, and left with a wave of his sleeves: "Everyone, please kneel in Yuanyang Hall and dictate the Tao Te Ching a hundred times."

"Hmm..." Howled again and again: "Master..."

Yuanyang Hall:

"Tao can be Tao, very Tao... Name can be named, very name... Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, name, mother of all things..."

The punished teenagers dragged their swords with both hands, raised them above their heads, knelt in a row, and faced the wall to dictate the Tao Te Ching.

Zhang Yanqing was sitting upright in front of the desk, holding a brush, writing something seriously.

When he was concentrating, his stern and solemn face was much softer than usual.Looking from the profile, his brows are warm, clear and handsome, worthy of being the most handsome man in Shushan.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the universe bag was shaking.

Zhang Yanqing opened the Qiankun bag with a wave of his hand, and the little dragon just rolled out of the bag, rolled several times and stopped in front of the disciples.

The reading stopped abruptly.

More than a dozen pairs of strange eyes stared at the dizzy little young dragon.

Zhang Yanqing raised his eyes and glanced sharply across the crowd.Almost without his words, an invisible chill quietly rose up, shocking the entire Yuanyang Hall.

The disciples were startled, swallowed their saliva, straightened their bodies and continued to read aloud, but their curious gazes were still glued to the young dragon's body: "Therefore, existence and non-existence are born together, difficulty and difficulty are complement each other, long and short are mutually complementary, and tall and short are mutually complementary. The lower phase leans, the voices harmonize with each other, and the front and rear follow each other..."

At this time, a person walked in from the outside.

He is an elegant boy.

Fu Xiaosi came to the table with a cup of freshly brewed tea.As a long-term student, he is sensible and well-behaved, follows the rules, never participates in any irregular games, and escapes punishment.

"Master, drink tea."

Zhang Yanqing didn't raise her eyes, she replied, "En."

Fu Xiaosi obediently put the tea on the table, glanced at the disciples facing the wall who were being punished, and was about to step back.

At this time, a small ball with horns rolled out from nowhere, licking the unhealed wound on its paw, while blinking its big curious eyes and looking around.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Xiaolong's clear and clear cry made all the disciples startled, and all of them pricked up their gossip ears to listen.

Fu Xiaosi's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw the little dumpling crawling to his feet little by little, hugging his thigh like a black and white iron-eating beast.

Becoming a father at a young age, he stood there a little at a loss.

"That..." Fu Xiaosi gathered himself together, squatted down, pushed the little young dragon away, and smiled awkwardly: "I haven't passed the rank yet, it's not your father..."

The little young dragon shook his head, apparently not understanding what he was talking about, just poked his nose and sniffed his scent, and stretched out his little hand full of scars to touch his pocket.

Fu Xiaosi was stunned, and took out a pack of peach blossom cakes from Shannai from his bosom, and before he was willing to eat it, the little guy smelled it unexpectedly.

"Do you want to eat?" he said.

The little young dragon wagged its tail happily, staring at the peach blossom cake in his hand with burning eyes.Without it talking, Fu Xiaosi naturally understood.

He held a piece of peach blossom cake to its mouth, and looked at it with a smile.

Originally, he thought it would catch it with his hands, but what he saw was a mouth full of blood, and he almost swallowed his hand with an "ahhhhhhhhhh".

Fortunately, he collected it quickly.

After the little dragon swallowed a piece of peach blossom cake, it returned to the appearance of a harmless toddler, wagging its tail, and continued to beg for food from him.

Bie Xiaosi was still in shock.

The scene just now scared him into panic, no matter how coquettishly wagging the young dragon's tail, he would never dare to feed the second piece.

"Don't feed it too much sweets." Zhang Yanqing said suddenly, but her hand was still writing without looking over: "Sweets make you fat."

Fu Xiaosi collected himself and asked, "Master... this is?"

"Demon."

"Is it raised by the master?"

"Ah."

Hearing that the monster was raised by Zhang Yanqing, Fu Xiaosi breathed a sigh of relief. Naturally, it would not hurt people, because the monsters that could hurt people basically died under Cheng Guangjian.

He reached out and touched the young dragon's head, raised his immature face, looked at Zhang Yanqing, and asked curiously: "Then Master, what does it call?"

The writing brush paused, Zhang Yanqing looked up, stared at the young dragon for a while and thought for a while, then lowered her head and continued to write, faintly uttering two words: "Long'er..."