Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 779 The obedient disciple comes into my arms 12

Jinchen suddenly stopped talking and stared at Xiaotuanzi for several seconds.

These few seconds of silence almost scared the disciples in the hall to death, and they quickly looked away from Feimian.

Qiushi reached out and patted Feimian beside her, trying to wake him up.

"Uncle Junior, don't sleep."

Feimian stared in confusion, smelling the aroma of the meat filling in the steamed buns on Qiushi's hand, and subconsciously hugged her without letting go.

"steamed stuffed bun……"

Qiushi quickly came to her senses and tried to take her hand out, but to her surprise, Feimian hugged her even tighter.

"Baozi, don't run!"

You are talking in your sleep.

Jinchen: "..."

The immortal master didn’t know what to do.

If it were his class, he would usually have been punished.

But Feimian was a disciple of Elder Lingxu. Logically speaking, he and he were the same generation, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Sir, this..."

The immortal master looked at Jin Chen, looking for a solution, but not to delay other disciples.

"First meditate on your luck according to what I just taught you."

Jinchen stood up, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the immortal master, who nodded in understanding.

Then he walked down the stage.

Walking to the desk, he glanced at Qiushi who was holding her hand lightly, pinched Feimian's face and whispered, "Feimian, let go."

"Well……"

Feimian heard the master's voice, and let go of the bun he was holding in a daze. He had already hugged it with his hands, and was about to climb on the master's body.

"Master... sleepy."

After finding a good position, I buried my shoulders and closed my eyes to sleep. The familiar fragrance made Feimian very relaxed.

Being skilled at holding people well, Jin Chen thought to himself that he shouldn't have brought this little kid down.

He carried the person out of the teaching hall and randomly found a room for him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Feimian woke up just after putting it on the bed.

"Master?"

Feimian rubbed his eyes, looked around vaguely, and quickly sat up, a little surprised.

"This is where."

"...lounge, aren't you sleepy?"

"Sleepy." Feimian nodded honestly.

But it was so strange here that he felt uncomfortable sleeping.

He rubbed Master's palm and asked in a soft voice, "When will Master finish speaking?"

"There's still half an hour."

Jin Chen pinched his face in amusement and said angrily: "Is it really so hypnotic to teach a teacher?"

"That's because what you said was all what I learned last week, so it makes me sleepy easily."

Feimian made excuses for himself, as if he was afraid that Jinchen wouldn't believe it, so he nodded to strengthen his convincingness.

"Then go out and practice by yourself."

"Okay, okay, Master, please come back soon."

Feimian agreed to the proposal.

He actually fell asleep in class, and it would be a joke if he told me.

Watching his master leave, Feimian held his face in his hands and sighed, feeling that he had already failed before he even started to establish his image.

After today, if anyone mentions Master Lingxu's personal disciple again, the only thing that will be passed down from word of mouth is the fact that he was sleepy.

Then he was really a big failure in Master's perfect life.

the other side.

Jinchen's lectures were quite boring.

Without the cute little apprentice to look at, the disciples in the classroom are like white carrots in his eyes.

Today's lesson is almost as much as what he talked about in the past few hundred years.

How presumptuous.

[Then host, why don't you just ask the sect leader to return the Tower Sword to you? He doesn't dare to mess with you, so he insists on agreeing to teach. 】

0731 obviously doesn't understand.

[He doesn’t dare to mess with it, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it. 】

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold.

In the original plot, the original person who was the master of the sect did not appear on the battlefield until the end, even though the villain had harmed nearly half of the Tianxuan Sect disciples.

When you are in retreat, your spiritual consciousness covers thousands of miles, and it is absolutely impossible not to know about it.

That means there is only one possibility left.

At that time, the original body could no longer fight.

Whether he was dead, injured or imprisoned, there is no way of knowing.

But it definitely has something to do with the patriarch Luo Rongchang.

The only thing Luo Rongchang could deal with him at this time was the things in the Demon Tower. How could they return them to him so easily?

If you don't show off, don't you tell Luo Rongchang directly that I already know what you want to do.

【I see. 】

0731 I seem to understand but not understand.

The time for get out of class finally arrived. When the bell rang, Jinchen stood up before the disciples.

"Be sure to memorize what I'm talking about today and practice it diligently."

"Disciple accepts the order."

The disciples who were sitting down all stood up and bowed, watching Elder Lingxu leave the hall.

The exercises taught today were simply a revelation to them.

He is indeed the elder of Lingxu!

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Jinchen saw Feimian behind the training booth.

The little boy was holding a sword, sitting there not daring to move, and looking around vigilantly, as if he was afraid that others would come to snatch it.

This sword...

Jinchen's eyebrows moved slightly, and sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Luo Rongchang is quite good at obeying the rules and violating the rules.

"Mian Bao."

Feimian suddenly became alert and raised his eyes in surprise, "Master!"

Thinking of the sect master's instructions, he raised the sword in his arms with both hands, his young voice full of excitement.

"The sect leader just told me to keep it well and then hand it over to the master intact!"

"great."

Jinchen took the sword and hugged Feimian with one hand, "What else does the sect leader say?"

Feimian counted on his fingers, "The sect leader asked me to tell the master that the Kaita Sword has never been worn out. It's just that there were a lot of things going on in the sect and he forgot to return it in time."

"Again, what's the magic tower now...what's going on..."

Feimian made a sound.

It's over, forget it.

He blinked and looked innocently at the Master.

"I don't remember the rest."

In fact, the sect leader seemed to be busy doing something at that time, and he spoke quickly and urgently. He felt dizzy after listening to it. It would be good if he could remember the previous words.

"It doesn't matter, it's not important."

Jin Chen suppressed the coldness in his eyes and regained his tenderness when facing Feimian.

There is nothing wrong with this sword, but the secret code of the sword pattern has been changed, and the monsters in the Demon Tower may not be able to be frightened.

What a drama.

"Are you going back now?"

Feimian nestled in his master's arms, yawned again, and swore that he would never go to bed very late again.

"go back."

Jinchen responded.

"Master...I will definitely practice hard after I go back."

Feimian had begun to feel sleepy, but he still remembered that he wanted to establish an image and restore his master's reputation.

He hummed softly, "I won't embarrass Master..."

What nonsense are you talking about again.

Jinchen rubbed his head and laughed dumbly.

But what surprised him was that the day after returning to Muyun Peak, Feimian got up early. As he said yesterday, he was practicing harder and harder.

Thinking that he was unwilling to lose to Xie Xi, Jin Chen also accompanied him during the training and gave useful advice.

Three months passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day of the official sect competition.

After practicing for so long, the new disciples need to choose the ranking list in this small test.

Only those at the front can participate in the downhill experience.