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

Among the other mountain disciples, who can participate in the martial arts competition?
I guess it's enough.

The main peak holds the star's head teacher, but he has never personally passed on any disciples, nor has he planned to accept disciples, so naturally he can't send out disciples.

Xun Wenhong of Panshi Peak, he did have personal disciples before.

But Su Wudao has already gone down the mountain and returned to the frontier, so how can he still have time to take care of the world of cultivating immortals?

People are going to protect the people, which is more meaningful than cultivating immortals.

The disciples of Raging Wave Peak are all very powerful.

But they are all about the same level, the only outstanding one is Du Ruixi's personal heir, Qian Miao.

Then she is also a girl.

Plus Chen Yu and Li Jin from Xueyue Peak.

In this way, the Cangxing sect sent out all female disciples in this martial arts competition?

Ah this...

We are not discriminating against women.

After all, there must be a male disciple, right?
They were all girls, and others thought that Cangxingmen and Yuhuangzong had merged without knowing it.

This is to blame these disciples, there is no man who wants to fight and pick a leader?
Heh, it means that I, Wei, have been promoted to the second seat now, otherwise I must take on this important task...

Responsible for...

stop!
I have to not use it.

There are a lot of masters in the Martial Arts Competition, think about it, all the contestants are talented like Chen Yu, or cheating contestants like Canxi, I just have a fucking system, so why not go up and talk to them?

Can you tell people to die with your mouth?

I am not the reincarnation of Kong Ming, the two armies scolded Wang Lang to death in front of the battle.

So, there are two more months left.

I have to help Canxi cultivate well.

Don't let her go up and be bullied!
Thinking of this, Wei Canglan looked at Canxi who was brandishing a knife on the other side.

At this time, the night was cold and cold, but Canxi, who kept repeating the movement of swinging a knife, was already covered with sweat, strands of hair stuck to her forehead.

Moreover, her vigorous arm was trembling slightly, and she didn't have the momentum at the beginning.

Ugh.

To put it another way, the practice of martial arts is extremely hard.

Just like this, for half an hour or an hour, the same action is repeated, whoever is not tired, whoever is not feeling irritable.

Wei Canglan felt a little distressed in his heart, so he wanted to step forward to see the situation.

Just at this time, Canxi also stopped her movements, swayed her body, raised her hand to wipe off the sweat, turned around and showed a tired but bright smile to Wei Canglan:

"Master, three hundred strokes, Canxi is done!"

Wei Canglan looked at her, stepped forward, and nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his arm, didn't care too much, and gently wiped her forehead with his sleeve, and said softly:
"When you sweat, wipe it off in time. You have just started to practice, and you can't keep out the cold with spiritual energy like a monk, so pay more attention to avoid catching cold."

Facing Wei Canglan's sudden tenderness, no matter how straightforward Tang Canxi was, she couldn't help feeling shy at this moment.

She opened the mountain with a Miao knife in her hand, trembling when she spoke:
"Chanxi... Canxi knows..."

She pretended to be calm on her face, but the deer in her heart had already crashed to death.

Master!

Master's actions just now are quite gentle!
That look in his eyes... Hey... No way, no way!
Master, do you like Canxi?

Don't you like it so much?
Do you feel sorry for Canxi now?
If this is the case, shall we not practice swords today?Just sitting on the ground in this scene...hehehe, Canxi now feels that the body of the gorefiend is helping her regain her strength, even if she spends some time with you again, she won't feel tired...

However, Wei Canglan didn't know what was going on in her mind at the moment, seeing that the sweat on her skin began to evaporate, and even wisps of white steam came out, as if the body of the gorefiend was working to drive away her fatigue.

Therefore, Wei Canglan found another dead tree nearby, and said slowly:
"Canxi, just now my teacher taught you the basic vertical chop. It depends on the situation that you have mastered it pretty well."

"So next, as a teacher, I will teach you a horizontal cut, which is also a basic movement in the sword technique."

"Although you must have practiced in the army, I believe that since you have to start from the most basic level of sword practice, you don't need to forget the sword skills you have practiced, as long as you master it slowly. That's fine."

Tang Canxi looked at Wei Canglan, who was explaining seriously, and felt like crying.

Master, why are you so ignorant of humor?

What kind of knife are you practicing now!

Such a good environment, such a good moment, as long as you say a little bit of love to set off the atmosphere, won't it be a matter of course for us?
In the middle of the night, disciples are required to practice swords!

Master, you are a lump of wood!
Seeing her frown, Wei Canglan thought she was really listening attentively, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Then he turned around and slashed forward with a knife!

Swah——

The dead branches are like a sharp knife, cutting the air directly.

Reflecting the cold moonlight, accompanied by the cold wind, a wind pressure that flew out horizontally hit the stone pier again, leaving a shallow gully.

Wei Canglan was no stranger to this.

The dead branches in his hands were also unable to withstand the force, and slowly turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

Tang Canxi watched and sighed slowly.

Now that the master has already done a demonstration, she can only put away her sticky thoughts, lift the Miao Dao to open the mountain, and practice in a decent manner.

Seeing this, Wei Canglan went to the straw mat again, lay down next to a tree, lit the cigarette pot and took a few sips.

He squinted his eyes, watching Canxi sweat profusely, and took another sip of the wine gourd.

He is not a fool, let alone a lump of wood.

Even if he can't read minds, he doesn't know what's really going on in Canxi's mind.

But from her expression and demeanor, one can still guess a bit of this girl's mood.

She is different from her eldest disciple Chen Yu.

When Yu'er faces herself, her emotions are always more reserved and introverted.

And Canxi is warm and direct.

She looked at her with a look of admiration.

Tonight, this place is deserted and deserted. Although there is a cold wind, the clear brilliance is somewhat moving.

Canxi is a girl, she always thinks more.

He, Wei Canglan, could tell.

The reason why no books flowed down the river was that he thought the time had not yet come.

If something happens with Canxi rashly, it will be difficult to deal with in the future.

It's not that he's biased.

In the future there will be three disciples and four disciples.

It's impossible for someone to go up the mountain and see that the second senior sister and the master have started to flirt with each other.

Then the third and fourth children are still willing to practice with Wei Canglan?
In this, mistakes are inevitable.

Speaking of martial arts competition is coming soon, Wei Canglan has to hurry up and help Canxi improve her strength.

Children's affair?

Oh, get out of the way...

Nor is it.

It's not forbidden to flirt or something while practicing.

Improve your strength first, and then make love, you say Canxi, don’t you?
Looking at Nizi not far away, Wei Canglan began to feel tired again, thinking so in his heart.

Of course Tang Canxi didn't know what Master was thinking, her arms were weak at this moment, but she kept waving the Miao Dao in a horizontal slashing motion.

She looked at the stone pier leaving a ravine not far away, her gaze was like a torch, as if that stone pier was Wei Canglan.

She was so angry that she wanted to cut through the air.