Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Bei Yi lay on the dusty bed and smiled from ear to ear: "His shriveled look is really funny."

I had never seriously learned how to make spiritual weapons in my previous life, but I learned how to make some dirty things just for Han Ziyu to torment him. I think that person was almost pissed off by him in his previous life.

Bei Yi thought about his past life, his eyes were red as he thought about it, as if he was stained with lust, and as if he was sinking into a sea of ​​desire. His fingertips were scratching the bedside until sawdust fell off. Bei Yi realized that he had a different kind of problem. reaction.

He looked at a certain place distressedly, "Holy shit, this Han Ziyu must have given me some kind of ecstasy soup, why can't I help but think of him, or because my body is not good enough, I can't resist even such a temptation."

"Dang Dang Dang."

Bei Yi immediately tugged on his robe to make the strangeness less obvious: "Come in."

Wang Ruonan came in holding a pot of lotus flowers: "It's late autumn. All the lotus flowers in Master's yard have faded. There are only a few left. I'll pick them to give you some new ideas."

"Thank you, senior sister."

"Is your injury getting better?"

"It's okay, it's better."

Wang Ruonan put down the lotus and left.

Bei Yi looked at the pot of lotus sadly. The more he couldn't smell it, the more he could smell it. The fragrance of lotus that came in waves was just a little bit different from the scent of that person, just like the smell of sandalwood. This smell was so enchanting. .

Bei Yi bumped his head against the wall. In his previous life, his animalistic desires exploded. He did all the things he couldn't bear to do to Xiao Lin on Han Ziyu. Han Ziyu always had a faint scent of lotus on her body, so she had to get close. You can only smell it when you are wet, especially in the bed/room. The smell will only get stronger with his sweat.

Xu Shi tormented him endlessly all day long. This smell was like a kind of pheromone. When he smelled it, he wanted to fall with him like a mad dog, wanted him to surrender to him, wanted him to cry, wanted him to be cheap, wanted to be with him. He was shaking with sweat.

Bei Yi's face was as red as a burning cloud. He covered himself with a quilt and recited the Jingxin Jue.

An hour later, Bei Yi's face was covered with sweat. He exhaled and looked out the window. Hey, he will never be able to get close to Han Ziyu again in this life. The great revenge has not been avenged. Even if the master is not dead in this life, the past will be forgotten. Never forget.

Bei Yi used deep hatred to cover up his desire. Only in this way can he continue to approach Han Ziyu with peace of mind.

In the past few days, Beiyi has been avoiding Han Ziyu. Every time Han Ziyu teaches, he always finds some unfounded reasons to excuse himself. He either goes to the canteen to greet the old lady and eats and drinks, or he goes to the mountainside to catch snakes and play with them. monkey.

In a blink of an eye, it’s time to welcome new people.

The momentum was comparable to that of the previous life, but it was still incomparable, because in this current life, the Nansheng Immortal was in retreat, and the number of people who came to participate was less than half.

Bei Yi bit a dog's tail grass and hummed a little tune as he looked at the vast number of people below. He didn't know what was so good about looking at the top of the cliff. Each time he welcomed new people, ranging from a thousand to nearly ten thousand people, each one I just think about cultivating immortality.

Bei Yi spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth. In his previous life, Han Ziyu was in seclusion and now he is the master Xiao Lin. As a result, I can't even see the master.

As soon as the firecrackers went off, the new recruit ceremony began with a sword dance performance by a group of disciples.

Mu Yuan stood on the ring, holding up a document and saying: "Today is the once-in-ten-year recruitment ceremony at Wangya Dian. Three inspections are required. First, to test the quality and character, second, to test the magic weapon manufacturing skills, and third, to test the skills. Method. Except for the examination of the exercises, the other two items are set and supervised by Hanguang Immortal Lord. Do not plagiarize. After the comprehensive ranking, the top three can challenge the inner disciples to compete for the position of inner disciples."

"Little Immortal Lord, if you succeed in the challenge, can you become the inner disciple of the Immortal Lord?"

Mu Yuan closed the document and said, "Yes."

"Then can I become a disciple of Nansheng Immortal Lord?"

The people below were making noises and complaining, complaining that Lord Hanguang Immortal was cruel and vicious and unwilling to accept him as his teacher.

Mu Yuan knocked on the war drum on the stage, and the silence finally fell down below: "Over there are those who signed up for the Southern Saint Immortal Master."

Bei Yi turned his head and looked over. It turned out that there was a registration place on the left, but the booth was too simple: "Brother, there is a shortage of manpower there. I will go and help."

Before Mu Yuan could respond, Bei Yi ran away, beating gongs and drums, and loudly announced: "We, the Nansheng Immortal, are kind-hearted and patient in teaching his disciples. Hurry up and sign up. Come in and sign up." "

This made several inner disciples accepted by Nan Sheng Immortal Lord stunned. Everyone knew that Hanguang Immortal Lord and Nan Sheng Immortal Lord had not gotten along since five years ago, and the two families had very little communication.

But Bei Yi shouted at the top of his voice, and finally called a third of the people to sign up.

"You guys are busy, busy." Bei Yi threw away the broken gong and ran quickly behind Mu Yuan, watching Han Ziyu walk over step by step.

"How did it go?"

Bei Yi laughed: "It's very good. It's in good order. Senior brother is taking care of it. Don't worry, it will start soon. Master, master, please go and set the questions and supervise. The examination room is held at the West Disciple College. Here is the merit competition." A place of law.”

"Are you hot?" Han Ziyu looked down at the young man in front of her, only to see that he looked panicked, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were twinkling. Is he so scary?

"No, no, no, it's not hot. What the hell, it's still hot. Master, please go and wait. These people should leave in a while."

Han Ziyu turned and left.

Bei Yi breathed a sigh of relief and poked his head again to make sure he was really gone. After confirming that he was really gone, Bei Yi sat on the ring, thinking about many things in the past, why there were so many changes in this life, and who recruited him. His soul has been dead for more than six hundred years. No matter how much he cares, he must protect his master in this life. The master died tragically in front of his eyes in the previous life. In this life, he will kill the culprit Han Ziyu first, hahaha.

"What are you doing sitting here? Get up and arrange for these people to enter the disciple academy."

Bei Yi patted his clothes and led a group of people to the disciple academy: "This is to test your quality and character."

"Senior brother, senior brother, can you reveal the contents of the examination?"

"Yes, yes, senior brother, please reveal it."

"Yes, yes."

Bei Yi pursed his lips and smiled. These people were quite sweet. A group of people couldn't even pass the exam before they called out their senior fellow apprentices. It was really shameless, but he liked it. In this place, no one of these people had ever been serious. Erba has called him senior brother, but everyone looks down on him, huh.

Bei Yi lowered his head and said softly: "Test..."

A stone hit Bei Yi's forehead with a bang, making Bei Yi dizzy.

"Bring the people up."

Bei Yi rolled his eyes, and his voice could be heard even in such a low voice, "Let's go, let's go."

Everyone followed Bei Yi into the examination room. Bei Yi stood aside and counted the names: "Wang Ergou."

"arrive."

"Li San is stupid."

"arrive."

"Liu Sigen."

"arrive."

As soon as the third name was called, the whole room couldn't hold back their laughter.

Bei Yi suppressed a laugh. The name was chosen casually. He turned to look at Han Ziyu behind him. It was indeed boring. This man really didn't eat the fireworks of the world. He didn't even smile at such funny names. So boring.

"Xi Qing."

"arrive."

Bei Yi raised his head and met Xi Qing's gaze. He had a distinguished temperament among the crowd. The unique nobility of a rich kid was different from ordinary people.