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

Faced with the disciple's question, Wei Canglan, as the master, naturally wanted to answer.

So, he simply repeated his conjecture just now.

It's just that after Meihua heard this, she immediately flattened her mouth, and said unhappily:

"Master, I have caused you trouble..."

"Then can Plum Blossom still practice?"

"If the aura is always in this overflowing state, won't the plum blossom explode every time it is practiced?"

Wei Canglan had no choice but to nod:

"That said."

"But as a teacher, I will find a way to let you practice with peace of mind."

Plum Blossom lowered her head, she managed to get out of the sea of ​​suffering, thinking of repaying her master with hard work.

result?

It is causing trouble for Master again.

"Master, I'm sorry..."

"Either...or you should let Meihua go down the mountain."

"I... I'm just a bastard... Besides, the talent of the disciple is not very good, right, Master?"

"Don't lie to me..."

Seeing her aggrieved appearance, Wei Canglan wanted to laugh unkindly, but felt extremely distressed.

This kind of personality that blames mistakes on oneself when encountering things is really bad.

It cannot be changed in a short time.

But Wei Canglan will not give up.

He is nothing in his own cultivation, so how could he let his disciples be like him.

What's more, send her down the mountain?How does she live?
A teenage girl, who looks like a flower and a jade, is alone, and the fate can be imagined.

Wei Canglan would never let tragedy happen, so he took a deep breath and organized his words to speak:
"Plum Blossom, look at me as a teacher."

The girl raised her head obediently, looking at that handsome face, she soon averted her eyes and felt a little shy.

She is a girl after all.

Wei Canglan raised his hand, touched her small face, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and continued:

"First of all, you have to be confident."

"You are a mediocre spiritual root that has only existed for thousands of years, and you are a genius in cultivation."

"There is no doubt about that."

"Secondly, what happened today is the teacher's fault, not Mei Hua's fault."

"I apologize to you here for the teacher, I'm sorry."

"Finally, Meihua... No matter what, you are my disciple of Wei Canglan."

"Always will be."

Wei Canglan actually doesn't like to say "forever".

Because he thought it was very cheap to say this word easily.

But the current situation is special, he allows himself to use it once.

Meihua is young, so she must explain things clearly to her, and give her enough comfort, support and encouragement, so that she can get rid of her low self-esteem and regain her confidence.

This is true for being a teacher, and it is also true for being a parent.

After hearing these words, Mei Hua opened her arms and hugged Wei Canglan without saying anything.

"Master...you are so kind..."

Wei Canglan didn't say anything else, just patted her on the back lightly with his gentle palm.

However, the plum blossom fell asleep in his arms.

The girl slept well, curled up together, a small ball in his arms, very cute.

Bringing plum blossoms into the room, Wei Canglan walked out, lit the cigarette stick, frowned, and thought again.

Today's explosion stemmed from my negligence.

If I didn't really want to take a nap at that time, I might have encountered the explosion of spiritual energy in advance...

Although Laozi's cultivation is nothing, he can still be aware of this kind of thing.

special.

As a master, I almost killed my disciples.

While blaming himself, Wei Canglan took out the sound transmission talisman, injected it with spiritual energy, and threw it away in mid-air.

Call ~
The talisman burned into ashes in mid-air.

Not long after, he got in touch with Ning Chan, and there was a response.

However, Wei Canglan heard the sound of fighting.

"Jie Jie Jie, this is the so-called Immortal Cultivation No. 1, who only escapes? Ridiculous."

"Dare to come to the old man's tomb, you are courting death!"

"Today, the old man will be buried here."

"First turn you into a mummy like me, then take your cultivation base away, and finally...hehe, I want you to enjoy this body."

"I haven't enjoyed sex for thousands of years. It just so happens that you have a delicate body, like a little girl, and you are exactly what I want..."

When Wei Canglan heard this, he couldn't help covering his face.

It's over, it sounds like this thousand-year-old mummy is about to disappear.

Dare to compare Ning Chan to a little girl, this is simply a stepping stone.

Sure enough, Ning Chan's icy voice came from the next moment:
"little girl?"

"Hehehehe..."

"Immortal method, thunderbolt!"

boom--

Crackling!

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The mummy screamed like a pig being killed.

"Immortal method, thunder in all directions!"

"Immortal method, thunder sword!"

"Immortal Method: Thunder Gun!"

boom--

boom--

boom--

Explosions and thunder continued to be heard.The shock made Wei Canglan's ears numb.

He could imagine that at this moment, the refined mummy had been reduced to ashes.

"Heh, just drop a high-grade soul pill?"

"Such a waste still stinks with me?"

"Trash, brother."

Ning Chan's tone was extraordinarily arrogant. After everything was settled, she calmly transmitted the message:

"Lan'er, why do you have time to transmit voice as a teacher?"

"Are you in trouble again?"

Hearing this, Wei Canglan was really embarrassed.

Every time he contacted Ning Chan, he encountered difficulties.

But usually, he often sent voice transmissions to Ning Chan.

It's about once every seven days, chattering about family affairs, and it's not Ning Chan who "hangs up" impatiently in the end.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Canglan quickly replied:

"The disciple does have some difficulties, but Cang Lan always misses you."

He said that no less than a hundred times.

But every time, he can use a more sincere tone than the last time.

At least, he thought so himself.

"Oh, sweet words."

"Tell me, why are you looking for a teacher?"

"I just killed a thousand-year-old mummy for my teacher, but I didn't expect that only one soul pill exploded. It's useless. I'll give it to you when I go back."

The corners of Wei Canglan's eyes twitched twice.

Top grade bastard?Oh no, Soul Pill.

This is a lot of fun.

How many people want it.

Xun Wenhong can only refine one in a year.

After the monks take it, the sea of ​​consciousness will become wider and deeper.

Such a good thing, is it garbage in Ning Chan?

Row.

You are bullshit.

Wei Canglan shook his head, telling these messy thoughts to go away, and hurriedly recounted in detail the matter of the third disciple's cultivation just now.

After hearing this, Ning Chan was silent for a while, and finally said in a flat tone:

"I have to admit that I don't understand this situation as a teacher."

ha?
You don't understand?

Aren't you Xiuxian No.1?

Jie Jie Jie, that's it?
"Master, what should the disciple do? If he can't find a solution, the cultivation of Cang Lan's third disciple will not be able to continue..."

Ning Chan remained silent for a while, as if she was thinking, and then pointed to a clear path:
"As a teacher, what you pay attention to is the cultivation of Taoism, these trivial things...you can ask Qi Xiao, the old boy should understand, and he is indeed inferior to him as a teacher in this regard."

It turns out that Ning Chan also has shortcomings.

Of course, this shortcoming does not affect her strength.