Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

On Panshi Peak, in the courtyard of the first residence, the two alchemy furnaces were still blazing out.

In the night sky, the fireworks showed no sign of stopping.

Everyone in the mountain also watched for half an hour, and everyone would sigh, Xun Wenhong is really rich in the first seat, and he would set off fireworks for such a long time.

And Wei Canglan, who was in the courtyard, was also a little irritable looking at the never-stopping flames.

special.

Why does this thing keep shooting out like a mortar that doesn't need ammunition?

If this continues, the ears will be deafened.

Canxi in his arms, no matter how curious she is, she will feel tired after standing here for nearly half an hour.

It was only because it was a gift prepared by Master for her that she kept silent.

But at night, with the wind blowing cold, even Canxi couldn't stand it anymore.

She looked at the master who was taller than herself, and said tentatively:

"Master... when will this fireworks end..."

what?
you ask me?
Who am I asking?
It is estimated that the material is sprayed out and it is over...

As a teacher, I am not very clear.

"It should be soon."

Wei Canglan nodded, feeling upset.

What's the matter, I originally wanted to make Canxi feel better, but now I'm tired of watching it.

Why don't you go straight away?

That's not OK.

Had to move the stove or something back.

Still needs a little cleaning.

Otherwise, Xun Wenhong will come back tomorrow to have a look, this Canglan, I won’t put my things back in place, how can this happen?
right.

You have to make a good impression.

boom--

Just as Wei Canglan was thinking, another explosion sounded next to his ear, and the fireworks lifted into the sky.

Fortunately, after this loud noise, it can no longer continue.

Seeing this, Wei Canglan breathed a sigh of relief, apparently stopping.

He hastened to say:
"Canxi, pack up these things for the teacher, and we will go back."

"Uh-huh."

Tang Canxi also stepped forward to help.

After busying for a while, when the master and apprentice went back, it was already deep time.

When they got back, they had a good night's sleep.

……

The Spring Festival is coming quietly.

Inside the Cangxing Sect, most of the disciples went down the mountain to go home for the new year, only a few disciples who were quite miserable stayed in the various mountain peaks.

Just like Tang Canxi.

Before the Spring Festival, people began to move around and arrange in the mountain gate, which can be described as decorated with lights and colorful flags fluttering.

On New Year's Eve, the head teacher even took the initiative to send New Year blessings to disciples in various mountain peaks through sound transmission over thousands of miles.

"The New Year is farewell to the old year, and thousands of miles of Pengcheng! May my stars, my disciples, and everyone, in the new year, make great strides forward!"

At this time, on the top of Xueyue Peak, Wei Canglan was cooking dumplings. Hearing Qi Xiao's voice transmission, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing:

"I didn't expect this old boy to behave quite well."

As soon as the words fell, Canxi jumped in from the door and looked into the pot:

"Master, how are the dumplings? The old master said that she is already hungry..."

Wei Canglan laughed and said:
"It's almost there."

hungry?

Ning Chan was so hungry, she was starving.

Canxi, are you hungry?

Of course Wei Canglan would not expose his disciple's petty thoughts, but patiently fiddled with the dumplings with a spoon.

However, watching the dumplings in the pot float up, Wei Canglan tasted one and found that it was cooked and tasted good, so he took them out and served them on the table.

Inside the room, master Ning Chan was already sitting there waiting, holding a novel in his hand and reading it with relish.

Seeing this, Wei Canglan was slightly moved.

This world is still in ancient times, and there are not many entertainment activities.

In the previous life, during the Spring Festival at this time, the whole family should sit in front of the TV, whether they watch it or not, they have to symbolically broadcast the Spring Festival Gala.

With a mobile phone in hand, send blessings.

This world does not.

But none of this matters.

Because this year, the room is finally buzzing.

There is more Tang Canxi who is chattering.

There will be more in the future!
This year is Wei Canglan's fourth year in this world.

He has fully integrated into his current life, and he can easily handle the title of peerless master.

Recalling this year, he seems to have achieved nothing, as if he will do nothing, or wait for death for a year.

But if you look closely, it's different.

He has Chen Yu as his first direct disciple, and Can Xi as his second direct disciple.

He helped Chen Yu regain her cultivation, so that Canxi had the body of a blood demon and could embark on the road of cultivation.

And he himself finally got rid of his identity as a novice in Qi refining for three years, and stepped into the threshold of a monk in a true sense, the realm of foundation building!
Everything is moving in a beautiful direction.

Another 96 years!

96 in the true sense.

The catastrophe of the fairy world-the uninterrupted disaster will come down.

He needs to continue to stabilize his development for 96 years and become the Supreme Immortal King.

It's just that these 96 years are so long for him.

Sometimes, when Wei Canglan was alone with a cigarette stick in his mouth, he would ponder and think about giving up.

How about just forgetting about it?

It doesn't matter if you don't become an immortal king.

Slowly bring the four disciples up the mountain, teach them how to practice with fear and fear, and watch them grow step by step.

When the time comes, he will be himself again.

He is no longer a peerless master, not a second seat.

There is no cultivation base against the sky.

He's just a good-looking rookie monk.

It's just that the four-year practice has made it impossible for him to get rid of his identity as a master.

In many cases, it is not that he deliberately pretends to be an expert, but his habit makes him have to pretend.

So, he has been completely brought into Wei Canglan's role, into the identity of master.

He can't watch his disciples being bullied.

It's like he can't tolerate Chen Yu being looked down upon.

I can't tolerate someone trying to lock Canxi into the Demon Locking Tower.

He may not be an excellent monk, but at least he is a master with a decent conscience.

"Master, hey, drink..."

Tang Canxi's silver bell-like laughter came from beside her ears.

Wei Canglan came to his senses, Tang Canxi had already filled the wine glass in his hand with drunken wine.

Excuse me, Canxi is going to pour wine for Ning Chan.

But the latter waved his hand, directly picked up the wine gourd that Wei Canglan often used, and drank it in one gulp.

Tang Canxi watched, feeling sour for a while.

Master!

You, how can you use Master's wine gourd!
you!

What's the difference between you and kissing...!

hateful……

Canxi really wanted to do the same.

Canxi also wants to use Master's wine gourd!
Ning Chan didn't care at all, looking at Tang Canxi's resentful little eyes, she said:

"What? Canxi? Isn't the medicinal wine of your master's wine gourd also brewed by drunken immortals? What are you so greedy for?"

"Chanxi... Canxi didn't..."

Tang Canxi's mouth fell flat.

She could take the opportunity to kiss Wei Canglan secretly, but now she can't do some things openly, such as openly drinking with Master's wine gourd.