The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The bright moon shines on the tall buildings, and the streamer is wandering. (*)

Daoist Huantian is meditating in a quiet room surrounded by moonlight and silver.Suddenly there was a thought in his mind, and when he opened his eyes, there was already a silent figure in front of him.

The moonlight shines through the wide window lattice, outlining the floating and dancing silver borders on the visitor, which is clear and eye-catching, bright and lofty.

His slender face was hidden in the backlight, his finely sculpted lips held an elegant smile, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes shone with a cold edge.

"You're back?" Liu Changji didn't take it lightly in the face of the shocking murderous intent, and chuckled lightly, "Your lover is so interesting."

"Changji, I seem to have said..."

"I've been thinking about it for so long," Liu Changji interrupted the other party, "I still haven't figured out what is your purpose in accepting him as an apprentice."

"..." Taoist Juechen paused for a moment, then rolled his eyes, "Of course it's because I like him."

Liu Changji didn't believe it at all.The handsome face smiled indifferently: "If you are really tempted, why don't you become a Taoist partner with him. You seem to be good to him, but in fact you put him aside, not only do not teach well, but hide and bury his love talent."

"Wenfeng, you deliberately want to abandon him and raise him."

Juechen denied it nonchalantly: "As I said, practicing swords is hard work, so there's no need for Ah Xu..."

"You deliberately made him just a good-looking display. I'm curious what you plan to do."

"Do nothing." Juechen hooked his lips silently, "Changji, if you really want to take him as a disciple, I won't stop you. But you have to see if he is willing."

Liu Changji was slightly stunned, and then he heard the other party smile and said: "If A Xu is willing to worship you as his teacher, I am willing to fulfill the fate of master and apprentice between the two of you. But if you make things difficult for others, then you will act recklessly on my territory..."

"At your own risk."

The elegant figure with a fairy appearance and jade quality melted into the moonlight together with the elegant voice that landed on the ground.

In the quiet room, there is only the cold silence swayed by the lonely moon.

Liu Changji chuckled a few times: "Wenfeng, I want to see what you, an old fox, are planning."

***

"You are really full of disasters." Xue Songyu wanted to be a bad friend who gloated at other people's misfortunes, teased a few words, and had a lively and heavy atmosphere, but her listless big braids were discouraged first.

First it was Qin Shi, and then Huantian Daojun.

One after another, the little chickens who built the foundation were not even as good as an ant in front of Venerable Nascent Soul, but they fought swords with two of the most powerful men in the Yantian world.

This adventure...

...Give it to her, but she dare not take it.

"It's okay," Li Yue smiled lightly to comfort the other party, "with my master around, they wouldn't dare to do anything to me."

He quickly changed the subject: "I made an appointment to practice swords yesterday, but I didn't come..."

"What's the matter." Xue Songyu shook his head, "You don't lack any arms or legs, and now you can still stand here with your whole body and tail, I'm just thankful."

One after another, she must do what she says, and if she didn't come after the time yesterday, she knew that the other party must have something to do and couldn't leave.

Later, Daoist Huantian and Fang Xiuqin got into a fight, which spread throughout the entire Qiantian Sect in one afternoon, and everyone knew about it.

"When the peak master suddenly appeared in front of me and asked me to lead the way to Junior Brother Lu, I was almost scared to death." Yu Xing still has lingering fears when he thinks about it now.

It should have been a supreme honor for the Peak Lord to send a young disciple like him to do something.However, if the other party wants to find one after another, it must not be a good thing.

But how could he dare to disobey orders.

"If you hadn't gone to find Qin Shi, I might have been arrested and locked up in Huantian Peak." Lian Lian didn't think this was a bad thing of treachery, "Don't waste time, cultivation is important."

I got to know Yu Xing one after another, and introduced him to Xue Songyu.

The three fringe characters form a small group and try their best to increase Xue Songyu's martial arts so that he can win the fellow disciples and participate in the Tianxuan Conference.

Just after a few moves, the sound-transmitting instruments on Successive suddenly lit up—it was the master's call.

He quickly waved his hands to the two and hurried back to the peak.

Daoist Juechen did not summon his beloved disciple to Chenfeng Palace, but condescended, and once again came to the remote barren mountain courtyard.

The sky is clear, the clouds are light, the sun is cold, and the slender figure with clear bamboo stands in front of the wind and jade outside the courtyard gate, like a luxurious ice sculpture of jade, with an elegant posture, independent and untainted by the world.

The line of his lips was slightly pursed, and his expression was a bit cold, with an inexplicable inhuman coldness.

But at the moment when he heard the footsteps and looked sideways, the frost and cold all over his body melted instantly, and a warm and gentle smile like a spring breeze in March hung on the corner of his mouth.

They saluted one after another: "The disciple didn't know that the master was going back to the mountain, and he didn't go to pay his respects this morning, so I hope the master will not blame you."

"Didn't the teacher say it many times, there is no need to be so cautious in front of the teacher." Juechen Daojun Qingyin Yueya said, "The teacher already knows what happened yesterday."

He stretched out his slender and strong fingers and stroked his fair and smooth cheeks: "Where did Liu Chang send you hurt? Here?"

The tiny bloodstain had already healed, and he just wiped it casually.

The calloused fingertips gently moved upward from the corners of the lips, drawing scorching heat on the face, arousing an indescribably strange touch.

Master's excessive care sometimes smears the boundary, making the boundary between intimacy and ambiguity blurred, making Lianzhu a little at a loss.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Master," he looked at the other person's gaze sternly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "do you think I look like someone?"

He is not a fan of goofy storybooks, but the stand-in scenes of those white moonlight cinnabar moles just popped into his mind.

The master dotes on him so much, if he hadn't come late, could it be that... he is someone's substitute?

The long fingers snapped.

After a while, Taoist Juechen withdrew his hand and looked at him seriously: "It really looks like someone."

In addition to Shizun Literature, he also encountered Substitute Literature? !

The mood is subtle one after another, and I feel a little funny.

He pondered what to say next.This matter that should have been tacitly kept silent was exposed naked/naked, and it seemed a little awkward to get along with each other afterwards.

But I heard Fang Yayin smiling: "She has never been seen in the world, she is magnificent and graceful, as bright as the first day of the day, as bright as the bright moon." (*)

They were stunned one after another.

These are a few sentences in "Goddess Fu".King Huai of Chu met the Goddess Wushan in his dream, and spent the night with her.

Master said that he looks like a goddess of Wushan, does he mean that he is the person in his dream?

... How does this feel like being molested? !

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the other party say: "Ah Xu, you just went to the deep forest again to practice swords with the disciples of Wen Yuanfeng?"

Startled one after another, lowered his brows and eyes one after another: "...Yes."

Master said the day before yesterday that he should not have too much contact with Xue Songyu.Later, after Fang Xiu's "help", he agreed not to interfere with him.

... Presumably I still don't like it in my heart.

"Axu, do you feel that being a teacher has not taught you with all your heart?"

"Master's kindness to his disciples is as great as a mountain, and he does his best. The disciples have never thought of this before."

Huantian Daojun's nonsense, one after another, just like the wind passing through the ears, entering the left ear and exiting the right ear.

Regardless of the Taixuan Scriptures or the Senluo Swordsmanship, the master taught them without reservation.

It's just that he was very indulgent to him, never strictly supervised his practice, only gave him magic medicine and medicine, and asked him to be a poor man.

"Jing Changzhi said this, and I suddenly realized that I haven't taught you how to practice swords for a while." Juechen Daojun paused, "I didn't want you to be harsh on yourself, but I still see you every day. Practicing sword diligently may be a mistake as a teacher."

"No...how could Master be wrong..."

"Since you are not afraid of hard work, from now on, I will supervise you more as a teacher. Don't blame me for being too strict."

Master wants to supervise his sword practice? !

They were overjoyed one after another.Daoist Juechen is not inferior to Daoist Huantian in his sword cultivation power, and his swordsmanship is exquisite and unparalleled.If he is willing to teach from the side, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

He joyfully followed behind the other party, entered the courtyard, took the sword, and prepared to start practicing sword.

——The situation is quite different from what I imagined.

"Shen shoulders and raised hands, pointing the tip of the sword upward three points."

Successively at this moment, it is like a solid piece of wood, its muscles and bones are as stiff as if covered with a layer of ice.My mind was also frozen to a blank, and I made a wrong move.

Imaginary sword practice: He wields a set of Senluo swordsmanship, and the master supervises and corrects any mistakes.

Or two people fight against each other to strengthen actual combat.

And now-

The master clasped his hand, sticking to his side, making gestures slowly.

When the Mori Sword Art was first taught, such behavior was understandable.Now he has already mastered the basic sword moves by heart, what he needs to do is to practice diligently and comprehend the way of heaven.

"Stand on your side, with your back straight."

Daoist Juechen rubbed his thin back with the other hand: "Relax, don't be so stiff."

The whole body tensed up one after another.

His whole body was surrounded by the master's arms, almost leaning on the other person's body, impenetrable.

The opponent's sharp and smooth jaw rubbed against his face from time to time, and the warm touch burned from the skin into the blood vessels, and flowed all the way to the heart, liver, spleen and lungs along the meridians.

The elegant scent of Wulin also became extremely strong, clogging the nostrils like the essence of vast smoke and dust, making it difficult to breathe.

It's more like flirting than practicing sword practice.

But the master's expression is elegant and calm, his eyes are not squinted, and he is full of righteousness, without any sense of frivolity or intimacy.

It seems that he is only trying his best to teach swordsmanship, and the only thing that is out of the ordinary is his continuous self-indulgence.

One after another, he was restless, and could only let the other party manipulate his posture at will, like a piece of falling flowers, controlled by the wind, ups and downs and lost his direction.

Suddenly, a bright white cloud floated from the gaps in the emerald green bamboo wall, from far to near, it shrunk to an inch in three or two steps to the gate of the small courtyard.

I felt relieved one after another.

Qin Shi probably came to see his master for something, and he could finally stop practicing swords in a strange atmosphere.

Unfortunately, things are still unexpected.

Daoist Juechen turned a blind eye to him, and still held him in his arms one after another, leading him to make gestures one by one.

Qin Shi also looked calm, and did not show the slightest surprise. Instead, he stood aside with his hands behind his back, watching quietly, as if he was learning to observe.

They were silent one after another.It turned out that it was only common for Master to guide swordsmanship like this, and it was his own thinking.

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*Cao Zhi's "Songs of Resentment"

Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

Liu Changji: What the hell is Wenfeng up to?

Master: Don't get married, don't you think I don't want to? !

Before long, Liu Changji wanted to cry just like his master.

2.

One after another: I wore a copy of Shizun literature that was a stand-in meme? !

Master: ... I really want to ask other masters, how can they raise their apprentices so that they fall in love with their masters?

3.

One after another: Master taught me how to practice swords, something is wrong.I must be thinking too much.

Master: ... No, you didn't think too much, you are too straightforward.

4.

The master said that he doesn't mind other people robbing his apprentice, but his body is very honest