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

"Wei Canglan, how dare you insult me ​​like this!"

"I'm bound to...cough cough..."

The first thing Ye Tian did when he woke up was to speak harshly.

It's a pity that at this moment, he is in the river below the Cangxingmen Mountain, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was swallowed by the dirty river water.

As soon as the body moved, it began to sink.

With ups and downs like this, Ye Tianqiang endured the soreness all over his body and opened his eyes a few times, almost being held alive by the river water.

After calming down, he could forcefully mobilize his aura, relying on the remaining physical strength, to go upstream.After soaking in the water for a stick of incense, he finally found a river bank that was not a cliff, and climbed up with the last of his strength, breathing greedily.

At the same time, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, looking at the long sword left in his hand, he couldn't restrain his anger and annoyance anymore.

boom!
A fist hammered on the stone.

Ye Tian was so painful that his face was deformed.

He hates it.

really hate.

This time, sneaking into the Cangxing Gate originally wanted to catch Wei Canglan off guard and frustrate his spirit.

As a result, unbelievable, he didn't even see Wei Canglan himself, and was directly crushed by the opponent's monster, and even his saber was broken.

How could such a disgrace be endured?

Ye Tian calmed down slowly, and began to plan in his heart:

well.

Wei Canglan, I, Ye Tian, ​​may not be your match.

After I go back to practice for a hundred years, I will fight with you after I come out of the mountain.

Right now, I have to go back to the sect and report this matter to Master.

You treat me like this today, ha ha.

Master is extremely defensive, and upon learning of this matter, he will definitely come here in person.

When the time comes, I'll see what you do!
Thinking of this, Ye Tian slowly got up, and walked in the direction of Zhengyangzong with pain all over his body.

The sunlight stretched his back very long.

……

After lunch, everyone rested, and Wei Canglan was no exception.

After taking a nice nap and recharging his energy, in the afternoon he started to prepare the sand scorpion bones for plum blossoms.

According to the ancient books found in the morning, Wei Canglan needs to quench the sand-buried scorpion bones.

Of course, this is not to turn the sand-burying scorpion bone into a weapon.

Instead, use high-temperature flames to drive out the magic energy in it.

The Sand Burying Scorpion is originally a monster, and the scorpion bone is its core. In addition, Mobei was affected by the Demon God's Bone before, and a large area of ​​land was infested with demon energy, and the Sand Burying Scorpion was no exception.

The devilish energy in this guy's body is equivalent to that of a small leader of the Sandbone Tribe.

Therefore, the process of quenching and exorcising demons is absolutely indispensable.

The ancient book also said that this quenching flame is by no means an ordinary flame for cooking.

In that case, it will have no effect on magic energy at all.

The best way is to use the upper realm spirit fire.

The upper realm spirit fire, similar to the existence of Wannian Xuanbing, does not belong to this plane world, but belongs to the place where the gods live.

It's a pity that Wei Canglan doesn't have a spiritual fire, and he doesn't know where he got it from.

It's his Flame Burning Wine Gourd, which can spray flames.

The flames come from the wine gourd and the fire-drinking king. I don't know if the effect will be much inferior to that of the spirit fire.

To be on the safe side, Wei Canglan left the yard without delay, went to Panshi Peak, and found Xun Wenhong.

But when they met, Wei Canglan saw that Xun Wenhong seemed to be writing a letter, with a twisted expression on his face, as if he was thinking about his words.

Wei Canglan didn't bother to look at it, nor was he interested, so he just sat quietly by the side.

Daotong was very sensible, brought up a pot of brewed tea and poured half a cup for Wei Canglan.

Anyway, idle is idle, Wei Canglan asked Tong in a low voice:

"Do you know who Xun Wenhong first wrote to?"

Dao Tong also deliberately lowered his voice, and replied respectfully:

"Go back to the second seat, and the first seat will write a letter to his disciple."

"Disciple, he has..."

Wei Canglan subconsciously said that he has several disciples.

cough cough.

Swallowing these words back abruptly, Wei Canglan nodded as if nothing had happened, and then thought about it in his heart:

Xun Wenhong wrote letters to his disciples?
He has lived for more than 100 years, so there are no disciples.

wrong.

There was one.

Su Wudao!
This kid has been Xun Wenhong's disciple for three years. Half a year ago, because General Tang Wu was framed, he ransacked his family and returned to the frontier army in a fit of anger to protect the people in the north.

So... Xun Wenhong is writing a letter to Su Wudao?
But he looked like that, why did he feel like he was constipated.

Isn't it just writing letters? Why are you frowning.

Why, Su Wudao is going to die?
The more Wei Canglan looked at it, the weirder he felt, so he asked Daotong again in a low voice:
"It seems that the first seat is in a bad mood?"

"Ugh."

Dao Tong sighed and replied in a low voice:
"Second seat, you don't know something."

"The chief disciple... Su Wudao wrote in his previous letter that he has made countless contributions at the border, and he became a captain in just half a year."

"However, he also paid the price."

"During an outing inspection, his team did not hesitate to encounter an ambush by Ma Si Sui..."

"Although the soldiers were brave, most of them were still injured in the end. Su Wudao was also shot by a stray arrow in this battle, blinding one eye."

what?
what?
what?
After Wei Canglan heard this, there was no expression on his face, but he was terrified in his heart:

What are you talking about?
He was blind in one eye?
That boy Su Wudao is quite handsome.

It's the handsome type in the male protagonist of the novel.

As a result, he is now blind in one eye.

This……

Ugh.

At this moment, Wei Canglan had mixed feelings in his heart.

Although Su Wudao challenged him, he really didn't hold grudges against him.

On the contrary, he liked the kid's character very much.

Cheerful and lively, he is always challenging himself and breaking through himself. At the same time, he has righteousness in his heart and follows the principle of "the great man is for the country and the people".

He admired Su Wudao very much.

If Su Wudao lets go of his attachments and cultivates hard with his own talent, then his strength will also be a leader among the younger generation in the world of immortal cultivation, and he can even be compared with Ye Chen of the Zhengyang Sect.

It's a pity that he doesn't have this ambition.

Either way, for the country and the people, his pursuit is also noble.

Just a pity.

Even Wei Canglan felt a little distressed.

Such a fine young man, in his teens, lost one eye.

I don't know what it will be like to see the Zhengyangzong woman he liked before, and see him again.

Ugh.

Forget it.

Just missing an eye, not life.

Thinking this way, I feel better.

At this moment, Wei Canglan stopped joking in his heart, looked at Xun Wenhong's appearance, and understood his expression.

He is not constipated, it is obviously a severe pain in the five internal organs.

The most beloved disciple, blind in one eye, Xun Wenhong felt very uncomfortable.

Wei Canglan felt that it was inconvenient for him to stay any longer, and was about to bid farewell and leave.

But just as he got up, Xun Wenhong said:

"Canglan, uncle has finished writing the letter."

"If you are free, just have a drink with me."

Without even thinking about it, Wei Canglan pulled out a smile:
"it is good."

Daotong stepped forward, took the envelope from Xun Wenhong, put it away carefully, and left. Not long after, he came up again with the jug and wine glass, and filled them up for the two of them.