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"not good!"

Two words blurted out without thinking.

In this life, the first person Yi Zhou saw when he opened his eyes was Si Heng. He knew that he would become each other's apprentice when he was a few months old. The two of them have been together as master and apprentice for more than ten years. The status of Si Heng's apprentice also occupied half of his life.

It is impossible for him to allow changes, nor can he recognize another inexplicable person as his master.

Even if that person is his nominal ancestor.

The boy's tone was tough, and his face was flushed with excitement.

"I disagree."

There was a little smile in Si Heng's eyes, and the smile was fleeting. He was obviously in a good mood, but his voice was obviously sad: "Then what do you think?"

He moved closer, put one hand on the back of Yi Zhou's head, pressed his face to his face, and sighed: "As long as you say it, anything will do."

The question goes back to Yizhou, but in fact there are not many choices.

He is unwilling to change the master-student relationship, and it is probably impossible to persuade Si Heng to give up his delusional thoughts about him. In the end, the only way to go is to agree to become the other party's Taoist partner.

He had already thought clearly in his heart, but Yi Zhou still didn't speak. He was afraid of change, and he was afraid of the road he had never set foot on.

After waiting for a long time without hearing the answer he wanted, Si Heng was a little impatient, rubbing his palms against the young man's soft hair, he felt that he needed a strong medicine.

The temperature on his cheeks left, Si Heng backed away a little, facing Yi Zhou, so that the young man could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes.

"I see." He touched the hair on the young man's forehead, pulled a forced smile on his face, and said slowly: "If you really don't want to, I will try to restrain myself as a teacher."

What does it mean?Yi Zhou's eyes shrink, is it what he imagined?

Before he could show more surprise, he heard the other party say again: "It's just that we may not see you often in the future. After all, if I see you often, I won't be able to bear it."

Can't help what?Both know.

After Si Heng said these words, he actually regretted it. He was betting, using his position in the disciple's mind as a bet.

If he wins the bet, he will get what he wants, but if he loses...

Si Heng sneered in his heart, losing is just tearing off this mask and being a person who does not believe what he says.

Yi Zhou didn't know what the other party was thinking, he was stunned by what the other party said later.

How long does it take to see each other often?a year?two years?Or maybe 100 years in ten years?

A cultivator of Huashen has a lifespan of 20 years, and less than [-] years with him is just a drop in the ocean for him. Maybe a hundred years later, the other party will forget the momentary confusion.

Forget about... him too.

Uncontrollable panic rose in his heart, Yi Zhou grabbed the sleeve of another person's robe, raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him.

The other party's expression was the gentleness he was familiar with. The fragility he saw on his face before was but a flash in the pan. Yi Zhou blinked to get rid of the sourness in his eyes, and asked him, "Does it have to be like this?"

"It has to be like this." The man said with a firm tone.

The other party gave him two choices, pointing out the direction, and there was no room for change.

Yi Zhou already had a bias in his heart, and these words made him give up his last happiness.

He lowered his head, pondered for a while, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Then I...I...agree."

After all, he is a young man who has never had any emotional experience. He has replayed his words countless times in his heart, and when he finally said them, he was still stumbling, his voice was getting weaker and weaker, and even the meaning was not clearly expressed.

Si Heng was ecstatic in his heart, but he still wanted to ask: "What do you promise?"

Although he said so, the movements of his hands clearly showed his pride.

Holding the boy into his arms and hugging the Lord tightly, Si Heng couldn't hide his joy in his tone: "Let me guess, what Zhou Zhou means is that he agreed to become a Taoist couple with me, right?"

The boy in his arms nodded slightly.

"Good boy." Si Heng couldn't restrain himself anymore, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the center of the young man's eyebrows, and kissed densely from the center of the eyebrows down, along the eyelids, bridge of the nose, and finally caught the softness of those two petals.

The two breathed intertwined, and the kiss to confirm the relationship was more intense than the last time. Yi Zhou also accepted it passively at the beginning, and gradually learned how to fight back.

The tip of the tongue was hooked and danced together, the staggered breathing became heavy, and the sweet breath fermented in the entanglement, making people drown in it.

The tenderness between them didn't last long, and the competition outside had gradually come to an end.

Yi Zhou pushed away the person in front of him, his face was flushed, and his breath was a little unstable.

He opened his eyes soaked in water, looked at Si Heng and said, "Can we not let others know about our relationship?"

Si Heng stretched out a finger to draw on the young man's lips, and his face darkened slightly when he heard this: "Why?"

"I want to wait until it becomes more powerful, when the time comes..." He bit the flesh in his mouth, and continued: "Even if others disagree at that time, they will not dare to be presumptuous at the joint registration ceremony."

Hearing these words, Si Heng froze for a moment, then hugged him into his arms again, and said hello with a sigh.

"Brother Chenru's Floating Flower Palm move is really ingenious, but I was dumbfounded."

"Where is there, Junior Brother Chen Yi's Wanmei Yingxue is the most powerful. Although I haven't seen Senior Brother today, but seeing that Junior Brother eliminated the opponent so quickly, I know that Senior Brother is inferior."

"Senior brother is serious."

The voice of the monk outside was getting closer and closer, Yi Zhou hurriedly moved a step to the side to widen the distance, lowered his head, and pretended to be an ordinary master and apprentice.

Si Heng was a little dissatisfied by his actions, but he had just agreed to his apprentice's request, and now he couldn't go back on his word, so he had to hold his nose and admit it.

He was angry in his heart, and it was impossible to vent his anger on Yi Zhou, so he vented his anger on those unlucky ones.

The few disciples who came in were the first batch to finish the competition, and they all successfully advanced to the next round. I thought that after returning, I would be praised by the uncle of the team leader, but the one who greeted them was not polite vent.

Although Si Heng had been trying to hook up with his young apprentice before, he did not forget the purpose of his trip, and kept releasing his spiritual consciousness from the beginning to the end, in case something happened to the disciples of Tai Yanzong.

So it couldn't be easier for him to find out the shortcomings of those disciples.

Tai Yanzong's disciples bowed their heads to listen to the training, and did not dare to resist at all. Although Si Heng was looking for someone to vent his anger, he had something to say.

Even after Si Heng stopped, they still felt a little pity.

"Okay, you guys come here." The unhappiness in his heart disappeared quickly, and Si Heng didn't have the face to find fault like this again, he coughed lightly, and said to the group of people who were afraid to move by the door.

The disciples standing at the top of the stairs bowed to him to the end, thanked him for his teaching just now, and then walked around the road into the attic.

With Si Heng around, the group of people didn't dare to say much after they came in, and they all stood aside with their sleeves folded and their heads bowed.

Those people were close to Yi Zhou's station, and they felt that they had received Si Heng's favor, and Ai Wu and Wu Xia's attitude towards Yi Zhou improved a lot.

Si Heng lowered his eyes, everything behind him was in his eyes, seeing the way his apprentice flirted with them, he couldn't help feeling a tightness in his chest.

His depression didn't last long. With more and more Taiyan Sect disciples returning, the second round of the Dao Discussion and Fa Conference was halfway through.

The remaining half is the defeated 50 people who continue to fight for the remaining ten places.

Including Yi Zhou, a total of 11 monks of the Taiyan Sect entered the second round, eight of whom advanced directly, and the other three unfortunately lost.

Several defeated monks seized the time to adjust their breathing to recover, in order to seize the last chance.

Two hours later, the remaining half of the competition began.

Those three monks left first, and the rest of them discussed going to cheer up their fellow disciples.

They walked together, and before they left, they remembered that there was someone left in the attic, so they turned around and asked, "Junior Brother Chen Jin, do you want to go with us?"

"Okay." Yi Zhou nodded in agreement, and only after he agreed did he realize that someone might be unhappy.

He turned his head, looked at someone with a calm face, and invited him with a smile: "Master, are you coming?"

This kind of behavior of joining in the fun with low-level monks is extremely embarrassing to Da Neng. Hearing this, the other monks did not dare to show their anger. They looked at Si Heng eagerly, thinking that if the uncle got angry, they would Do you want to plead for my junior brother?

Let's plead for mercy, after all, the younger brother is young, and it's normal for him to be ignorant.

Several people started the manuscript, but seeing that the uncle didn't show any displeasure, he nodded and agreed.

At this time, most of the fifty platforms in the center of the venue disappeared, leaving only the most central platform.

The platform was crowded with densely packed monks, among which the monks participating in the competition were inside, while the rest stood outside.

It was not too early for a group of people from Tai Yanzong to arrive. There were already a group of people standing around the platform. After they arrived, there were still a steady stream of monks flying from all around and squeezing in here.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Tai Yanzong felt even more bitter.

If this makes the uncle unhappy, will they be put on little shoes?

Si Heng restrained his aura. Except for the Tai Yanzong people, no one else knew that there was a supernatural power standing here.

The monks around were laughing and talking about this competition, and some even proposed to open a bet on which ten people would win.

Yi Zhou stood next to Si Heng, with his wide cuffs blocking their interlocking palms. After the start of the game, he pulled Yi Zhou, stepped forward with great interest, pressed ten top-grade spirit stones on the blocking table, and announced ten names.

The cultivator who opened the market was trembling from being hit by the top-grade spirit stone, wishing to put it in his arms immediately, looked up at the bettors, and said: "This fellow Taoist is generous, let's talk about it first, if three of these ten lose , You can’t take back this spirit stone.”