Master always thinks that disciples are useless

Chen Zhang was finally carried down by the four little followers.

Gong Zhengyu did what he said, he really only left him breathless, he took off the bones of his hands and feet, and crushed them directly, even if Li Chen came to treat him personally, it would be difficult for the broken bones to recover.

As soon as the barrier on the martial arts stage was released, the disciples filed in. Some disciples supported Xu Zhou to apply the medicine, while others chatted non-stop around Gong Zhengyu.

"Brother! Do you really have no cultivation!"

"Oh my god, how powerful you were before, Chen Zhao was the most powerful fire spirit root among the disciples in that class!"

"The hall master's token of the Jade Blood Sect? Damn, is it true!"

"Brother, if the headmaster finds out, will he blame you? But it doesn't matter, you just tell the truth, and we will all testify for you!"

It was the first time that Gong Zhengyu was thanked by so many righteous people, and he felt a little strangely in a state of ecstasy, and couldn't help but understand why there were so many fools who sacrificed themselves for others in the Six Realms.

After all, being surrounded by people bragging about it is indeed a very refreshing process.

But it's cool, he won't really become the kind of person who sacrifices himself for others just because of this.

If it weren't for Chen Zhang's dirty words and his relationship with Chen Baicheng, he probably still likes to watch movies as an outsider.

"Okay." Gong Zhengyu shook his head, and responded to all the compliments with a smile, "But I don't expect him to dare to complain to my master."

Chen Baicheng, who filed a complaint last time, had already died in the secret realm. He never thought that he would die under Gu Qinghan's sword in the end.

Gong Zhengyu touched the palm of his hand with a smile, the wound that was cut by the sword just now had a layer of pink scab, which would disappear completely within half a day.The body's self-healing ability is getting faster and faster, and he can't help but wonder if his cultivation is coming back soon.

The curvature of the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and he felt very comfortable.

"Emperor!"

A soft and tactful female voice called out excitedly from behind.

The girl in pink followed behind a man dressed as a disciple of Loutai Peak, holding a pink food box on her wrist, she seemed to have just returned from the canteen and passed by here.

Her gaze passed through the crowd affectionately, and locked on Gong Zhengyu, who stood out from the crowd and stood out, causing the disciples around her to step aside and gossip.

benefactor?

Gong Zhengyu turned his head back, blinked his eyes, the most beautiful singers in the devil world filtered through his mind, but he still couldn't remember who this familiar girl was.

"Engong, I'm Wanwan, Baili County, you saved me from the mouth of the snake demon." Chen Wanwan announced her family name and looked at him expectantly.

After Gong Zhengyu said this, she remembered: "Chen Wanwan?"

That little girl who said she wanted to serve him but was flatly rejected by Gu Qinghan was dressed too plainly at that time, but now she is dressed as a monk, and she is even more beautiful than before.

But the little girl he rescued with Gu Qinghan in Baili County was the daughter of Shen Qiyan's scumbag husband and his original spouse, what a coincidence.

"That's right!" Chen Wanwan blushed, she was undoubtedly extremely happy to be called by the full name of the person she cared about.

Facing the gossiping gazes of many disciples, her little face was almost red like a tomato, she swallowed, and said, "Engong hasn't eaten dinner yet, I just came back from the dining hall. Can Wan invite Engong to have dinner together?"

Although Gong Zhengyu didn't want to eat the particularly unpalatable food in the canteen, but there was no reason to refuse the invitation from a beautiful woman, he said happily: "Okay."

Chen Wanwan was overjoyed again.

The two walked out one after the other, and the discerning disciple didn't keep up. After they disappeared, they chatted happily and scattered in all directions.

"After that day, Wanwan thought that she would never have a chance to see her benefactor again. Unexpectedly, as God made it happen, Fairy Shen came to the house suddenly, and my parents, no, they were adoptive parents. They explained the whole story clearly and redeemed me. gone."

Gong Zhengyu nodded, "What are your plans for the future?"

Chen Wanwan peeked at him, lowered her head, her face flushed red: "If possible, I still want to stay here to serve my benefactor..."

Gong Zhengyu took all her little actions into his eyes, and realized that Chen Wanwan still liked him.

He has seen this kind of liking a lot, because of his appearance, otherwise why didn't he like Gu Qinghan after he pretended?After a few years, when she meets someone she really likes, it will naturally fade away.

Gong Zhengyu didn't care, just laughed it off, and went to Loutai Peak talking and laughing with her.

The food in the dining hall was still unpalatable, but Chen Wanwan was good at cooking, and she sifted the salty, bland, or ugly meals with water again, and added some condiments, which directly changed the taste.

Gong Zhengyu began to rethink, whether to take her back as a little cook when she returns to the Demon Realm, anyway, she has no relatives in the cultivation world.

The sky is getting dark gradually, and the moon is completely hidden behind the clouds tonight, which always gives people a feeling of boredom and depression.

Gong Zhengyu's hand injury has completely healed, and it is completely invisible.

He patted his half-full stomach, and returned to Jinshui Peak. There were still two bamboo huts, and he didn't see Jiang Shuqian.

It appears that negotiations have failed.

It was said that Gu Qinghan let him sleep well, and they were not lying on the same bed, let alone doing anything shady.

Gong Zhengyu clicked his tongue in his heart, shook his eyebrows, and went into the room humming a little tune as usual.

The cold and thin white-clothed man was sitting quietly on the chair by the window, with a straight posture, holding a jade scroll in his hand, and looking at the words on it seriously, like an ink painting.

"came back?"

Gu Qinghan and the others came up to him before making a soft sound, with a calm tone, and pushed the food box in front of him a few inches with his long and slender hands, indicating that tonight's food was already inside.

But Gong Zhengyu had already eaten.

For some reason, he suddenly had the illusion that his husband was fooling around outside, and his wife waited for him to come home after preparing meals.

Gong Zhengyu smiled shyly, "I've eaten it, I can't eat it anymore."

Gu Qinghan raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that there was still a trace of greasy food on the corner of the young man's mouth that hadn't been wiped off, so he understood.

He stood up, took out a handkerchief embroidered with bamboo leaves from his sleeve, wiped off the oil lightly, and asked lightly, "Sneaked down the mountain?"

Gong Zhengyu complained about the unpalatable food in the canteen before, so Gu Qinghan thought he sneaked down the mountain to eat.

"How dare I." Gong Zhengyu made an exaggerated expression, and gave the man a sad look, "The disciples at the gate of the mountain saw me as if I had met a plague god, and they all said that the headmaster ordered me not to go out."

Gu Qinghan was taken aback, it wasn't because he still restricted the young disciple from going out, but because he really forgot about it.

"It's Chen Wanwan, the little girl from Baili County, the girl next to Shen Qiyan this morning, she bought the food from the dining hall and re-made it herself. I didn't expect that she not only looks good, but also cooks very good food Food." Gong Zhengyu waved his hand, and he was a little happy when he said it, but he was completely different from the person who complained just now.

Gu Qinghan responded in a lukewarm manner, withdrew his hand, folded the handkerchief, and put it on the table.

Gong Zhengyu didn't notice the man's change at all, he licked his lips, touched the corner of his mouth that had been wiped just now, feeling a little strange, subconsciously opened his mouth and praised Chen Wanwan again.

It's not that there are no dancers in the Demon Realm who have fed him and wiped his mouth, but how could this action be so awkward on Gu Qinghan's body.

He secretly looked at the man who was only a star and a half taller than himself, could it be because Gu Qinghan was taller than those witches?

"Since I've eaten, I went to the backyard to wash the dishes myself."

Gu Qinghan suddenly delivered the food box to Gong Zhengyu's hands, his tone was neither sad nor happy, it was as quiet as the center of a frozen lake in winter, no waves could be heard.

"Washing the dishes? You asked me to wash—"

Gu Qinghan looked at him indifferently, with no expression on his face, but his amber eyes, which were usually indifferent, gave off an undeniable look.

From Gong Zhengyu's point of view, this is undoubtedly saying "If you still want to eat the rice I bought in the future, just go and wash your bowl."

Gong Zhengyu choked, cursed stingily, closed his mouth again, and said with a smirk: "I should wash my bowl, so I'll go."

It was supposed to be a beautiful night, but he was inexplicably sent to wash the dishes by Gu Qinghan, puzzled like a Zhang Er monk.

Squatting on the edge of the gurgling river, Gong Zhengyu's face was full of sorrow, how could he know how to wash dishes, and Gu Qinghan was only able to make a cleansing trick, and he was driven here in the middle of the night to blow the cold wind , really heartless!

Didn't I just eat someone else's meal, small belly!

Cursing in my heart, but I have to know if I don’t know how to do it.

He dug a hole and poured the delicious food inside, and found a palm-sized peach blossom drunk on the bottom layer of the food box, took it out and drank a couple of sips, and threw the wine bottle into the hole, buried.

Afterwards, Master Mozun took a corner of the food box in distaste, dangled it in the water for a few times, and pretended to wash it.

After packing up, he carried the food box with a sense of accomplishment, and went back to the bamboo house leisurely.

"Master, have I finished washing...?"

Gong Zhengyu casually threw the white porcelain food box on the table without making a sound, made a loud crashing sound, turned around, and was stunned.

On the hanger where clothes used to be placed, now there is Gu Qinghan's outer robe, and on the bamboo couch where Gong Zhengyu was supposed to sleep, Gu Qinghan was already lying on his side with his clothes closed.

The man turned his back to Gong Zhengyu, breathed steadily, as if he had fallen asleep, and turned a deaf ear to the loud sound.

What kind of fantasies did Gu Qinghan have? He told me to wash the dishes and occupied my bed. Doesn't he need to sleep?

Where do I sleep then?

Gong Zhengyu was absolutely unwilling to sleep on the cold floor, let alone the rough and grassy floor.

His eyes subconsciously turned to the hard chair that Gu Qinghan had been sitting on...

No, he still prefers to sleep on a soft and comfortable bed covered with cotton wool.

"Master? Gu Qinghan?" Gong Zhengyu called out twice in a daze, but no one paid any attention.

His original bamboo house was gone, if he asked Jiang Shuqian to give him the bed now, he might chase him down again.

Gong Zhengyu curled his lips, his eyes finally fell on the edge of the bed where there was still a little bit left, and he turned his eyes, a dark light flashed in his eyes.