Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 393

Wei Dongliu didn't pay attention to Jiang Li's fickle theory of women.

Just a joke, as fickle as you are, aren't all of you considered dead by me?

After leaving the rift in the Yellow Spring, he returned to the mine and joined Wen Yang, Long Xiaoqi and others.

Looking at the appearance of the two fellow daoists, I think it's done. Wen Yang said with a smile.

Fellow Daoist Wen, don't you regret it? Seeing that there was no trace of regret on his face, Jiang Lifan asked deliberately, That's the secret medicine of the Purple Mansion.

I still know how dangerous the underworld is. Wen Yang said without changing his expression, As for regret, I have already thought about it clearly in advance, so how can I say regret?

Long Xiaoqi politely smirked at the side, thinking that I don't know who complained to me just now, and said, Thinking of Wei Mojun's many methods, I'm afraid it will really work this time, If I knew it earlier, I would ignore it and follow along. Fellow Daoist Jiang went in together, but now he is saying something serious to save face, which is really interesting.

But she also knows that human beings are such rubbish creatures, they worry about gains and losses when making decisions, regret after making choices, and have to pretend to be free and easy and confident.

It's just that opportunities are like this, and if you miss it, you will miss it. Now you can't ask Wei Dongliu to take him there again, and you can only slap your face and pretend to be fat.

Everyone left the mine and set off to return to Shiping Mountain.

Along the way, I have different thoughts.

Feitian Yasha was the most uneasy. On the one hand, the vicious nature of the zombies was really hard to tame, and on the other hand, after thinking about it, he felt that Wei Dongliu was an extraordinary monk, so anxious that he had the urge to scratch his head.

Witch Jiang has also lifted the demon's self-transformation method. At this moment, Wei Dongliu, who is looking at the black-haired star-eyed Wei Dongliu, finds it unpleasant no matter how you look at it. .

That red-haired, double-eyed, evil and unruly dharma body is so good. Although this appearance is elegant, it doesn't suit her somewhat heavy taste.

Wen Yang was also full of smiles, chatting with Wei Dongliu under the guise of chatting, asking about the situation under the Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

Hearing Wei Dongliu swaggering through the ghost gate, he couldn't help showing admiration and envy—as a judge of ghosts, he certainly knew how difficult it is for those ghosts to get along with them, and they pretended to be dead when they met high-level monks. The low-level monks made things difficult, even those who took the initiative to attack.

Probably because the Yin soldiers were originally born as lonely ghosts, but they just followed the way of ghost cultivation. In essence, they still inherited the style of the weak and the strong in the underworld, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

If the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator went there, he probably wouldn't be able to get anything good. This was also the biggest reason why he was not optimistic about the trip to the Underworld.

However... who would have thought that when Wei Dongliu's Demon Lord incarnation appeared, those ghost soldiers would be as scared as quails?

Wen Yang was so regretful that he almost gritted his teeth, but on the surface he pretended to be calm and asked all kinds of details about the trip.

Witch Jiang is also worthy of the name of a witch. She guessed what he was thinking in his heart, so she added fuel and vinegar to the side, carefully convincing how to improve her cultivation base and how to improve her realm after eating the flowers of the other side.

Long Xiaoqi was watching the secret fight between the two, and couldn't help laughing secretly.

Wei Dongliu didn't have that much wickedness. Seeing Witch Jiang approaching her head and talking too much, he pressed her head with his palm and pushed her back gently.

Jiang Liwen patted his head with this palm, and immediately flew into a rage: Is the girl's hair so easy to touch?

But thinking of this moody look, most of the unhappiness in his heart disappeared immediately.

Forget it, my demon lord must be nice to me, so what does it matter if you take a headshot?

She persuaded herself in this way, and soon felt at ease.

After returning to Shiping Mountain, Wei Dongliu went to check the students' homework.

Although it has only been a few days since they went out, and it is impossible for the two of them to make any progress, how did they get their dignity as masters? It is to come from the students who take the exam.

First, I checked the progress of the two of them breathing, and the result was self-evident—barely ok.

Then let the two fight by the pool, you come and go, flying swords and magic weapons, the fight is very lively.

Wen Yang and Jiang Liwen watched from the side, and when they got interested, they simply bet on them. Wen Yang bet on his first disciple, Guo Jinneng, and Jiang Li bet on his second disciple, Wang Cistan, so he took them to the side and taught them some secrets of fighting skills.

Wei Dongliu sat on the main seat, only to hear Long Xiaoqi say lazily beside him:

You Daoist Wei is open-minded. Would you like to let someone else teach your own direct disciple?

My ten thousand dharma masters the Taoist sect, and my main purpose is to learn from others' strengths. Wei Dongliu said leisurely, If two fellow Taoists teach well, then what's the harm in hiring them as guest ministers of our sect?

Long Xiaoqi smiled without saying a word, she felt happy in her heart.

Ke Qing is nothing, but you are a genuine master, and the number of times you teach your disciples is not as good as other Ke Qing, I really don't know who this is.

Feitian Yasha sat in the corner, although he was far away from everyone, but as a zombie, he could hear the sound of breathing from tens of meters away, so everyone's words could not escape its ears.

Seeing Long Xiaoqi insinuating that Wei Dongliu didn't care about his disciples at all, it also sneered secretly, thinking to himself:

Where does this demon king need to teach any disciples? The so-called Wanfatong Xuanmen is just a grass-roots team he built to pretend to be a human being.

All you need is a master status!

As for whether the disciple is promising or not, what does it matter to him? Could it be possible that he, a devil from hell, really wants to establish a sect in the world? It's ridiculous!

Thinking of this, Fei Tian Yasha couldn't help grinning his teeth again, frowning.

As a zombie, its greatest wish is to wreak havoc in the world, to cause disaster, and to have blood to eat every day.

As for going back to hell with the Demon Lord, it is natural that ten thousand out of ten are unwilling.

However, now that the handleless pagoda tree sword is in the opponent's hand, it means that its life and cultivation are all under the control of others, and it feels that no matter whether it is calculating or using force, it is not sure of defeating Demon Lord Wei, so it can't help but become more and more anxious.

Worry is killing my grandpa Yasha!

Wei Dongliu didn't know what it was thinking, but just looked at the bustling scene in front of him, thinking that when I first entered Wutai Mountain, I was almost alone, but I didn't expect that now I have formed my own power, and it has developed into a model. Sample.

Well, as expected of me.

After seeing off everyone, Wei Dongliu turned to a house and said:

Read the file, Ah Jing.

After Luo Yan? Kunlun asked in a low voice, Is it going to unseal Tianqi Shensuo, right?

That's right. Wei Dongliu nodded and said, Transport the Jiuyou Yinpo Stone and Jiuwu Chiyang Stone for me.

I'd like to see, 'The Universe, the Universe, the Creation of the Sky, the Divine Shuttle', since it dares to have such a domineering name, what a powerful treasure it is inside!