After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Wen Xi laughed out loud, a bitter smile.

When Chu Chaozhao looked over in confusion, Wen Xiji slowly began to tell him what had happened in the past few days, as well as the reasons why he was frozen just now and how his junior sister had a trip to the gates of hell.

But Wen Qingyu frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

Chu Chaozhao asked doubtfully: "Master? You don't understand talismans either?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Wen Xi smiled nonchalantly and gave a thumbs up, looking proud of it.

"Little Junior Sister, if you say there is anyone in this world who doesn't understand talismans, you can never say that our master doesn't understand. Our master is the Grand Master of Ninth Heaven Talismans! How could he not understand?"

"Then what happened to Master?"

Wen Xi also shook his head. His master seldom showed his emotions. However, these days, since Junior Sister came, he seemed to feel that his master's emotions were becoming more and more vivid.

Wen Qingyu's frown relaxed and he actually laughed: "So, our little Zhaozhao was able to use his spiritual power to turn the pen into a pen and draw talismans in mid-air for the first time?"

"Four."

Chu Chaozhao nodded. Is there anything wrong?

Although she had not seen how to draw talismans in the world of immortal cultivation, she successfully drew one just now with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Who knew that Wen Qingyu picked her up and laughed heartily. This was the first time he laughed like this, and his laughter was gentle but hearty.

Wen Xi took a big step back as if he had seen a ghost. It was over. Master had gone crazy.

Chu Chaozhao pursed his lips, put his hands in his pockets and trembled, wanting to jump down and run out.

Her master has gone crazy!

Perhaps realizing that his laughter had frightened his two disciples, Wen Qingyu restrained himself and returned to his calm demeanor.

"A talisman master needs a special wolf-hair brush and talisman paper to draw talismans on paper. However, you need a strong spiritual consciousness to draw talismans in the air. If your spiritual consciousness is strong, you can control enough mental power to succeed.

Even I, the master, could not draw the talisman like this for the first time. I was able to do it so freely only after I reached the eighth level of heaven."

Therefore, his little disciple is not only able to practice, but also practices quickly and solidly, and he is also a rare talent in drawing talismans.

"Ahhh! Junior sister! You are a genius!"

He is even more talented than the master. Where did he find Hakimi?

Can he try his luck again?

Wen Xi was even more excited than when he found out that he himself was a genius.

Chu Chaozhao breathed a sigh of relief. She had a natural talent for talismans. Could she study hard and then sell the talismans for money to buy spiritual fruits?

One step closer to having a full stomach!

Wen Qingyu's picturesque features were filled with smiles and a hint of pride.

"But Xiao Zhaozhao, remember, don't do this casually in the future. Although your spiritual awareness is not bad, you are still a newborn cub after all. You can't bear it at all. If you were not... If it were any other cub, you would have died or become stupid by now."

Hearing the sound, Wen Xiji felt as if he had walked through the gates of hell. With a moment of fear, he approached and began to mutter, "Junior sister, you are still young and don't need to risk your life like this. When Master is around, you should practice or draw talismans under the supervision of Master. Don't do it by yourself!"

How could I not be afraid? Hakimi, who was not even raised yet, almost died!

Chu Chaozhao raised his eyebrows and nodded seriously, which was rare.

She won't dare to try it again, because if she tries she will die!

"Okay, it's getting late. Are you hungry? I've prepared some milk for you. Go and boil it for you. It's time to eat."

Wen Qingyu spoke lovingly as they walked.

"I'll help!" Wen Xi followed excitedly.

After they left, the silent people in the dark uttered murmurs of surprise.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is incredible! The world of immortal cultivation is going to have another genius that will be envied by heaven!"

“Hey, this genius little baby is from our Guiyun Sect! Hahahaha, old guys, wait for the Guiyun Sect to slap you in the face! You’re a bunch of shits and you still have the audacity to talk so arrogantly! Humph!”

"Tsk tsk tsk, this brat Qingyu actually has this side to him? Interesting! If his master saw this, even his coffin wouldn't be able to hold him down!"

This brat has always had an immortal-like appearance, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what his master said or how he trained him, he always looked like he stayed out of it, with no emotion on his gentle face. However, his master tried his best to change him, but failed to do so, for fear that he would become depressed and join Buddhism one day, causing him to lose a precious disciple.

It turns out that all you need to change a bad boy is a good, chubby little cub. And this little cub has to be a soft, chubby girl, a boy won’t do!

Learned, learned!

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boom--

boom--

Loud explosions were heard by every cultivator in Guiyun Sect along with the breeze. Everyone could not help but stop and look towards Qingyun Peak.

"Such a loud noise, could it be that Senior Brother Shen's elixir furnace exploded?"

"Maybe, Senior Brother Wen exploded?"

"How is it possible?! Senior Brother Shen and Senior Brother Wen are well-known geniuses. Ever since they started refining pills and weapons, they were destined to become the best one day. They have never exploded before."

"How do you explain this sound?"

Everyone was silent, and then plunged into a lively discussion.

No matter how they guessed, no matter how outrageous, they could not have imagined that this was the sound coming from the frying pan where Venerable Bai Qing and his three disciples were boiling milk and frying food for the little cub.

Chu Chaozhao stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the billowing black smoke filling the air and the crumbling roof of the side hall, his little face wrinkled.

Is this boiling milk? Maybe it's making explosives!

No, she had to go in and take a look.

The moment he stepped into the side hall, Chu Chaozhao was stunned.

The huge palace that originally exuded a noble temperament was now pitch black, and the dark glowing ground could no longer emit light. In the center, the pot that Wen Xi had just refined was also pitch black.

Chu Chaozhao covered her face. Is this boiling milk? Why did she not believe it?

They are probably making some powerful weapon under the guise of making milk for themselves, right?

The two instigators were very clean, as if they had just used the Purification Technique. They stared at each other with wide eyes, and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Chu Chaozhao came closer, speaking in a soft, baby voice, as if he was extremely considerate of the two of them.

"Otherwise, why don't you send some here?"

"no!"

The two turned their heads and spoke in unison, with great tacit understanding.

"But you guys are like this..." Chu Chaozhao looked around and said that even if she cooked it, she wouldn't dare to drink it.

Realizing what their little cub (junior sister) was thinking, they felt awkward for a moment.

Wen Qingyu was also stumped. He could even milk the cow, so why was he so confused about just boiling milk?

Wen Xi was the same. He usually refined weapons which were so difficult, but they had never exploded. Why was it so difficult to boil milk?

"Then why don't I just eat the spiritual fruit!"

Chu Chaozhao held a fruit that was bigger than her face, used a purification spell to clean it off the ground, then sat down and started to eat it.

His little face was puffy, just like a little squirrel hiding food.