The villain's national teacher always teases me

This night Lang Zi didn't sleep as well as the previous day. He always dreamed that he was tightly entwined by trees and vines and couldn't move. When he woke up the next day, his clothes were soaked in sweat.

His posture was not much different from before he fell asleep, the window was open, and there was a piece of fine sawdust on the bedding, which should have been blown in by the night wind.

Lang Zi: "System, come out!"

system:?

Lang Zi snorted coldly and questioned it: "It was agreed that my sleeping position is indecent? Now Qi Lan and Gu Qianxun are not here, but no one will break it back for me!"

The system couldn't explain it all, so it had no choice but to complain: "When a fool is still sober, you've given birth once and thought you were a modest gentleman?"

Lang Zi: ...It seems to make sense.

As usual, Wantu came to bring him breakfast, but this time the food was not as delicate, it was all produced in Shenglingfeng Canteen.

Wantu came here on order to explain to him the precautions for the initiation ceremony.

The introductory ceremony didn't start until after noon, and Lang Zi didn't need to do anything else, just sit on the honored seat and receive the status jade badge.

"Patriarch Ai Xiang is already making preparations with the elders." Wan Tu said while biting a steamed bun, "Originally, this initiation ceremony is held only once every few decades, and it is for new disciples to be apprenticed together. But you are Patriarch Ai Xiang's master after all, Your status is extraordinary, and you are already in the same generation as Daozu, so the elders will of course make an exception for you."

Lang Zi was dumbfounded.

He was dizzy and preoccupied the day before, but he didn't think carefully about what it means for a national teacher to be a second-generation disciple. Now, after listening to Wantu's words, he realizes that his seniority is really too high.

On an equal footing with Ebony Daozu?What is he capable of.

"Why don't we just forget about it?" Lang Zi murmured, "My cultivation base is low, and the Chengxian sect is also the number one immortal sect of the Taoist sect. It's not good to humiliate the Taoist ancestor like this."

Feeling the late picture of his enlightened state full of aura, he silently covered his face.

Hey, it turns out that to the ancestor, the cultivation level that could almost ascend to the sky is also called low, so what is his sudden state?Is it only qualified to take care of the cemetery?

Thinking about the difference in vision, Wantu tried to appease him: "Don't think too much, old ancestor. You don't have a teacher, it's just a nominal name. And you're too much like the Taoist ancestor. The demon emperor is the same, isn't it still the same as Qin Qin?" The ancestor of the virtuous master has become a Taoist couple. Although people in my Taoist school respect the teacher and respect the way, they don't care so much about seniority, left and right are just a title."

"Besides, if you don't join the Chengxian sect, where else can you go? Those who join other sects must belong to the sect. Although Patriarch Ai Xiang's situation is different, he can be regarded as the patriarch of our sect anyway. You are his." Master of the apprenticeship ceremony, wouldn't it make us Chengxian faction a head shorter than others."

Hearing what he said, Lang Zi felt that he had to get started again.

He was distressed, "Then what do I need to do after getting started?"

If it was all within his ability, he could have a thicker skin in order to complete the task and save the face of the national teacher.

Lang Zi whispered in his heart: Don't blame me for the Taoist idol, the national teacher is also your apprentice, how can we as elders wrong him.

Wan Tu thought about it compared with the Supreme Elders, and said, "Eat, drink and have fun? Teach the master a lesson? Play tricks on the cubs of spirit beasts?"

Lang Zi: ...

What the heck is he good at.

That's how it was settled.

Near noon, the national teacher came to pick him up.

The national teacher changed into a black Taoist robe, and only embroidered dark patterns on the wide sleeves and front of the skirt. Lang Zi couldn't see it carefully, it looked like the sun, moon and stars, and there were vaguely mountains, flowers and birds.Half of the meticulous bun he wore in the past was undone today, and the emerald jade crown was replaced by an ebony hairpin. When he walked, his black hair fluttered, and against the imprint between his eyebrows, he really looked like a fairy descended from the world.

The national teacher took out a Taoist robe with a white background and gold border from the ring and put it on the table, with a gentle look in his eyes: "Your Highness, can I serve you to change clothes?"

Lang Zi only took him as a joke, and went behind the screen with his clothes in his arms.

After he finished putting it on, he faintly noticed the strangeness of the robe.There was a mysterious aura lingering on it, not aura or Taoism, but it made him feel intimate and comfortable.

He asked the national teacher, the national teacher smiled lightly, but did not answer.

After pulling him to the chair and finishing his bun, he opened his mouth slowly.

"This is the Jinxia Robe, which is a good protective robe. But the aura His Highness feels is not from the robe, but your own meritorious force, which is drawn out by this robe."

Lang Zi didn't understand, and said, "Where did I get the power of merit? Is there any use for it?"

The national teacher tidied things up for him, led him down the mountain, and said as he walked: "The good deeds come from merit. It's not very useful, but luck is better."

Lang Zi nodded.

No wonder he felt that his luck was getting better and better in recent days. The day before and Wan Tu won all the boxing games, which should be the merits of ending the war that day.

This is not very useful, it is simply too useful, in the future, if you don't have money to go to the gambling house, the entire treasury can be filled!

The two passed through the dead wood and grass of Zhijian Peak, and stepped into the teleportation array not far away.After the national teacher threw the formation talisman, white light flashed, and he arrived in front of Yuxu Hall in the blink of an eye.

This is the first time Lang Zi has used the teleportation array, and the intuitive experience is much more wonderful than in the game.

The roof of Yuxu Hall has been repaired, and the disciples are headed by Elder Mianbei and the head of Chu, lined up on both sides of the hall, the first dozen or so are wearing black and white Taoist robes, the next ones are wearing purple and white robes, and those who cannot stand can only stand in the hall. More disciples outside were wearing blue and white and gray robes.

A rough look showed that there were thousands of people in the sea.

Lang Zi's footsteps were slightly weak.Although he has also commanded tens of thousands of troops, this feeling is different.Gu Qianxun was strict in running the army, and the soldiers would not look at him with such curiosity that they almost pulled him away to see what happened.Not to mention that each of these monks has the ability to move mountains and fill seas, and a few of them can be compared to an army of [-].

However, the national teacher seemed to be used to it, and without squinting, he led him all the way into the hall.

Most of the black and white people were elders whom he had met the day before yesterday. Lang Zi glanced over and found that He Hai, who was dozing off at the foot of the mountain, was also standing among them with his Taoist companion and his son.They looked at themselves with extremely excited eyes, and the elder Mian was so sad that their eyes were even red and filled with tears.

When Lang Zi was ushered into the seat and sat down, the national teacher stood beside him, Mian Bei stepped forward, facing the crowd, with a choked voice: "Patriarch returns to his throne, worship."

The sound was transmitted all the way down the mountain with the help of the technique.

Thousands of disciples bowed in unison: "I have seen the ancestor!"

The forceful momentum and loud sound made Lang Zi jump.

He thought to himself that this is different from what Wan Tu said, the scene is so grand, it doesn't look like it's just a name?

The national teacher next to him tapped the back of Lang Zi's hand lightly, indicating that it was time for him to get someone to stand up.

Lang Zi pondered that he had also seen big scenes before, collected himself, and said, "Please get up."

Mian Bei got up first, and shouted: "The ancestor accepts the ceremony, get up."

The disciples then got up.

He shouted again: "Xing pay homage to the teacher!"

This sound was shouted to the national teacher.

Under the eyes of everyone, the national teacher walked slowly in front of Lang Zi, first smiled lightly, as if to remind him not to be nervous, then knelt down on his knees upright.

Just like that night in front of the Prince's Palace.

His kneeling ceremony is far more solemn than others, kneeling three times and prostrating nine times, with a pious expression.

"Disciple Ai Xiang, pay homage to Master."

I don't know why, maybe he deserves it, Lang Zi's heart slowly floated some sour emotions, his eyes were hot and his throat was so sore.

Mianbei: "Tea."

A disciple came forward with a tray and put the tea into the hands of the national teacher.

The national teacher raised the teacup high and offered it.

Lang Zi trembled when he took the tea, took a sip, and handed it back to his disciple.

He thought the ceremony was done here, and was about to help the national teacher up, when he heard Mian mournfully say: "I will offer you the jade plaque."

The national teacher took the jade medal and presented it again.

There were no words on the jade tablet, only a transparent sword was engraved on it, which was exactly the same as the Luohui sword.

When Lang Zi received the jade medal, he vaguely heard something from the national teacher.

"The world of mortals has been tossed and turned, the master has finally returned, and the disciple... is very happy."

Lang Zi bowed his head, the national teacher was smiling, he had known the national teacher for so long, and had never seen him smile so sincerely, but there was clearly a tiny drop of water in the corner of his eye.

Lang Zi was stunned.

The national teacher... the national teacher who has never been able to figure out the truth, the national teacher who has always taken pleasure in teasing him, is crying?

The author has something to say:

The national teacher happily took a small note: show the enemy weak, and break it with one blow.

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In fact, for the national teacher, the identity of master Lang Zi is more important than the identity of a Taoist companion.

Will write about it later.

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