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

Dayu has no old iron sheets heading south, nor does it have poetry radio stations under thick smoke.

Passing through the vast desert, the greenery is getting thicker, the towering coniferous forests cover the mountains and fields, and the white snow that has not bloomed is still encroaching on the peaks of the Lingxian Mountains.

The way home was not cute at all.

On the contrary, Wei Canglan, who decided to stop thinking about it, rode on Wei Xiaohua's furry and solid back, hugging the inconceivable little plum blossom in his arms, but unconsciously became dull in his heart.

He thought about it all the way, but he didn't understand what the small group of people in the center of the Dayu Dynasty thought.

In the desert, there are tens of thousands of people!

The recovery of the Shabone tribe, their siege of cities and land, and their raping and looting of the people are all inevitable.

There is no news from the above-mentioned imperial court of the local government.

There is even a sound transmission that the capital has decided to abandon the desert and its people.

What is this behavior?
Hehe, doesn't the dog emperor of Dayu know that his act of abandoning the country now will inevitably make him nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

Of course, this could all be rumors.

Is it a rumor?

Wei Canglan snorted coldly, thinking that based on Emperor Dayu's consistent urination, he reckoned it was true.

But what does all this have to do with me?
I just want to be this fake master honestly.

Well, other people's lives and deaths have nothing to do with me.

Wei Canglan warned herself this way in her heart, and the little plum blossom beside her looked at him frowning all the time, recalling her narrow escape just now, she couldn't help shrinking her head, looking at the ashes urn that she had always protected very well, she was slightly relieved, He turned his head and said in a low voice:

"Master..."

"Ok?"

Wei Canglan bowed his head and showed her a gentle smile.

No matter how bad your mood is, you must treat your disciples with tenderness!
This is the basic quality of being a master.

"Aren't you happy?"

Little Plum Blossom asked timidly.

Obviously the master has won.

Although she didn't see it, when Master found her and Xiao Hua, there was not a speck of dust on their bodies, and their hair was never messy, so it must be a complete victory.

But why does he still look worried.

When Wei Canglan heard this question, he thought for a while, and pretended to say:

"My generation of monks has always ignored worldly affairs and only cared about cultivation."

"But who can truly indulge in Taoism?"

"Family matters, state affairs, world affairs, care about everything."

Xiaomeihua's bright eyes are in stark contrast to her small head.

She was still young, so naturally she couldn't understand Wei Canglan's words.

If it was Chen Yu, she would have to think over and over again the phrase "everything in the world, everything is concerned."

Tang Canxi scratched the back of her head, grinned with a bright smile, and said exaggeratedly:

"Master, let's kill those beasts of the Shabone Tribe now, so that the people can live in peace."

Thinking of this, Wei Canglan couldn't help sighing in his heart.

If only he and Canxi were as simple-minded.

The two of them and the wolf were in the air for another two hours against the wind, and finally saw the soaring tower of the Cangxing Gate.

But they did not land in front of the mountain gate, but continued all the way to the southeast, and settled in an unknown small village under the jurisdiction of Erya City, the capital of Baijiang Prefecture.

What is the specific name of the village, Xiaomeihua can't even remember.

Because every time she asked her grandfather where his hometown was, he would always say this, but never the name of the village.

It seems that my grandfather had a sad past here when he was young.

Or, in his sixty years, he has experienced too many times when a white-haired person gave a black-haired person.

He always said that he would never come back.

But fallen leaves must return to their roots after all.

There were no young faces in the whole village, and there were no more than a dozen families in total.

I have never even met children, only old people who occasionally sit under a big tree or tidy up weeds in their dilapidated small yard.

Relying on her memory, Xiaomeihua came to the place where she used to live, an adobe house that had collapsed for a long time.

She looked at it, without much nostalgia, just took out the urn and whispered: "Grandpa, we are back..."

Then, Wei Canglan used what little Feng Shui knowledge he had to find a burial place for the old man, put the ashes in it, and erected a wooden plaque as a tombstone.

In fact, Wei Canglan's original intention was to go to the city to order another piece.

But Xiaomeihua did not agree.

She will be stronger in the future, and use her own ability to rebuild the grave for grandpa.

When a master sees that his disciples are stronger, he is of course relieved, but also a little distressed.

Wei Canglan couldn't help sighing, why his disciples have stronger personalities than the other.

They all looked soft and weak, but deep down no one would admit defeat.

It seems that soon on Xueyue Peak, they will compete with each other again.

After settling down the ashes of the old man, Xiao Meihua glanced back at the grave, then wiped away the tears that were missing from the corners of her eyes, turned her head and raised her hand, holding the hand that Wei Canglan had already stretched out, no more nostalgia, and walked back to the Cangxing Gate together way.

At noon, we had a meal in Erya City, bought some clothes for Xiaomeihua, and gave her a mediocre Naring as an introduction gift. In the afternoon, Wei Canglan took her and Xiaohua to set off.

It's not that he is stingy and doesn't give his disciples a better precept.

It's because Xiaomeihua hasn't started to practice yet, and Wei Canglan is only temporary, teaching her a little bit of luck, and being able to use the ordinary ring is good, it's all for the convenience of life.

In the future, when her cultivation level goes up, Wei Canglan will naturally prepare a higher-grade Naring for her, even with a series of functions such as refrigeration, fresh-keeping and storage.

On the way back, Xiaomeihua was not in a good mood.

After all, she was in her teens, and she buried her last thought in the black earth, so she couldn't laugh.

only……

When the magnificent gate of Cangxing Gate appeared in her line of sight, Nizi finally had a look on her little face.

Shocked, excited, unbelievable.

The three characters "dragon, flying and phoenix dancing" are engraved majestically and magnificently on the mountain gate.

The stone steps that can't be seen at a glance, full of aura.

The overwhelming waves beat against the rocks inside the Zongmen.

There is a black tortoise rising up in the river and sea, moving forward slowly, and the turbid waves are empty.

In an instant, Xiaomeihua's vision suddenly became clear, and her small mouth could no longer be closed.

She once fantasized in her sleep that she came to the Cangxing Gate.

Unexpectedly, however, the impact of reality was far stronger than imagined.

But the shock was much more than that.

Wei Canglan took her and rode on Wei Xiaohua's body. When Yufeng passed the Zongmen Martial Arts Field, he was seen by the boys and girls who were sent down to practice.

In an instant, the disciples looked excited and trembled all over, which was far more exaggerated than their breakthrough.

Some even clutched their chests, short of breath, and almost passed out.

There were screams one after another, as if they had met a fairy.

Mei Hua was stunned, she had never seen such a crazy monk.

Didn't it mean that the monks are all pure-hearted and ascetic?