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

What should Master bring?
and many more.

Which city is Master going to?

Chen Yu thought for a while, her delicate eyebrows moved slightly, and Qingli asked:
"Master, which town are you going to?"

Wei Canglan had a plan in mind, so he said directly:

"Maybe first go to Erya City, the capital of Baijiang Prefecture."

"Oh, that's just right."

Chen Yu was overjoyed, and continued:
"Master, Yu'er recently talked with Senior Sister Li Jin, and there is a shop called Yulong Pavilion in Erya City under the mountain."

"One of the hairpins sold inside has been well received and loved by secular women. Yu'er also wants to have one. If you have time, please go to Yulong Pavilion and help Canxi bring one."

"As for the price, Yu'er is not sure, but before going back to the mountain this time, my mother brought Yu'er a lot of silver coins..."

With that said, Chen Yu was about to withdraw the money from the ring.

When Wei Canglan saw it, he immediately raised his hand, pressed her wrist, and shook his head unquestionably:

"Give you gifts for the teacher, and you still need to collect money?"

"There's no such reason."

"Master..."

Chen Yu's face turned slightly red, not because Wei Canglan didn't want her money, but because she felt a burst of warmth from Master's big hand on her wrist.

Tang Canxi watched from the side, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Damn!
Master, you don't touch Canxi's wrist.

snort!
Seeing that Chen Yu was no longer polite, Wei Canglan let go and said calmly:

"Then that's it. When the teacher comes back from the mountain, I will bring you gifts."

With that said, he walked into the warehouse to prepare the necessities for this trip.

……

In the middle of Dayu, Mount Wutong.

Wutong Mountain is famous for its sycamore trees all over the mountain.

In midsummer, small yellow and emerald green flowers will bloom on the branches. From a distance, the whole mountain range seems to be in light yellow and green, just like the skirt of a girl when she was out in spring in early spring.

Fengqi sycamore, Fengqi sycamore.

This endless sycamore tree does not grow naturally.

But thousands of years ago, the founder of the Jade Phoenix Sect ordered people to plant them.

After years of growth, the younger generations enjoy the shade of their ancestors.

As a first-class sect of the righteous way of Dayu, although it cannot keep pace with the leader of the Taoist sect, Zhengyang Sect, it will not be thrown out thousands of miles either.

The Jade Phoenix Sect and the Cangxing Sect are equal in strength, and there are many talented people. In recent years, there are also people who have ascended to the sky in one step.

Now, at the early stage of the Thunder Tribulation, the suzerain Luo Yu has raised the overall strength of the Jade Phoenix Sect to a higher level.

Fan Qingmeng, the eldest disciple personally passed down by his seat, holds the Excalibur Flower Dance, and "Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon" with one hand. His sword repair is not inferior to the disciples of Jianzhong. The power of higher and lower.

Of course, compared with Qi Xiao when he was young.

It's not compared to Qi Xiao who is half a step away from Thunder Tribulation today.

At that time, in a boudoir of the Jade Phoenix Sect, a young woman was closing her eyes for luck, her slender eyebrows trembled slightly, and even though her eyes were closed under the slender eyelashes, there was still an elegant aura.

The woman is wearing a long silk dress with a red background and golden hollow patterns inlaid around it.

The long skirt extends from the soft top to the furry lichen on the ground.

Her lips were bright red, thin and translucent, as if her nature was cold and thin.

The long and tender neck is like a proud white swan.

Even if she is lucky in sitting upright and lying down, the mature woman's aura exuding from her body cannot be concealed.

This person is the 25-year-old Fan Qingmeng, the eldest disciple of the Jade Phoenix Sect Master.

Although age is not so important to a cultivator who can slow down the aging of his face.

But the legacy of the patriarchal society also deeply affects the lives of the monks.

It seems that after the age of 25, a woman is classified as an existence that no one will marry.

Even young male monks will deliberately avoid people of the opposite sex who are older than this age when they are looking for a Taoist partner.

It can be said that prejudice against women exists in any world.

Fan Qingmeng's slender eyelashes moved suddenly, and then she slowly opened her eyes. Her pair of eyes were not smart, but they showed a look of indifference to the world, which made her look more calm than ordinary women, like a lady of every family.

At this time, the door of her boudoir was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman in a gray Taoist robe and long hair rolled up walked in.

She is not as beautiful as Fan Qingmeng, but her temperament is even better. It is the temperament and aura that have been accumulated for a long time.

"Master!"

Fan Qing dreamed that the person who came, changed his usual mature appearance, with a childlike smile on his face, stood up, stepped on embroidered shoes, lifted the hem of his skirt and trotted over.

Suzerain Luo Yu saw her young appearance, couldn't help but shook her head, and let her disciples run over to hug her:

"Qing Meng, when will you grow up? You've been in such a hurry, how can I take over my mantle and take charge of the Jade Phoenix Sect decades later?"

Fan Qingmeng buried her head on Master's shoulder, raised her cheeks that should have been mature again when she heard the sound, pursed her lips and said:
"Master, Qingmeng doesn't want to be in charge of the sect, you will still be the sect master in the future, always have been!"

"Oh, you child..."

Luo Yu patted Fan Qingmeng's back softly, with a look of doting on her own daughter.

"My generation of monks don't pay attention to eternity. Everyone is trying to achieve Taoism and become immortal?"

"As a teacher, you may go into seclusion this year and hit the middle stage of the tribulation. In another ten or twenty years, you may have to go through the tribulation of thunder. If you are still so childish, how can I leave with confidence?"

Fan Qingmeng stopped talking.

At this time, she is no longer the elder sister in front of everyone, but just a good apprentice of the master.

She knew that a person with Master's cultivation level would one day fly away and leave her.

One day, I will take over the Jade Phoenix Sect and carry it forward.

But, she hoped that that day would come later.

As long as the master does not leave for a day, she will be a disciple for a day.

Luo Yu let go of Fan Qingmeng lightly, turned to look at the portrait on the mahogany table beside him, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a thoughtful way:

"What does this person look like?"

"Naturally it's excellent..."

Fan Qingmeng also glanced at the portrait, his eyes, which were as calm as water, immediately flickered, and his fair cheeks were also slightly flushed.

The portrait on the mahogany table is not someone else.

It was Wei Canglan!
I don't know which master of calligraphy and painting in the world of cultivating immortals actually painted Wei Canglan almost exactly the same.

Even the pretentious calmness between his brows and the expression of standing with his hands behind his back are exquisitely drawn.

As if a real person jumped off the paper.

Luo Yu picked up the portrait, looked at it carefully and nodded, then she looked at her most beloved disciple and sighed:

"A clear dream."

"It's not that Master thinks that women of my generation cannot gain a foothold in the world of cultivating immortals."

"But this Wei Canglan, as a teacher, I met him when he was 17 years old."

"Even a teacher can't see through this aura, let alone those so-called powerful masters."