The villain's national teacher always teases me

According to the book, the way of sword repair follows the natal spirit sword.The so-called natal spirit sword is the spirit sword cultivated by sword cultivators before entering the Tao, and injected with sword intent after going through the first catastrophe together.The rank of a sword cultivator's natal spirit sword will gradually increase as the monk breaks through the realm. After being tempered by thunder after thunder, the sword cultivator who finally attains the soaring level will have at least the level of a fairy weapon.

Lang Zi has not survived the catastrophe, and he doesn't know what grade the Luohui Sword is, but he can clearly perceive that the Luohui Sword is his own natal spirit sword, and it is where his Dao lies.

His Dao was wrapped in clouds of spiritual mist in the Yufu, and he uttered bursts of humming, very repelling the Dao of the national teacher, and even vaguely had the tendency to slash people violently.

It stands to reason that the most unlikely magical weapon in the world is the sword of the sword cultivator. The spirit of the weapon is the will of the weapon, and the sword of the sword cultivator is full of the sword intent of the sword cultivator. With spiritual consciousness, one will also be assimilated by the sword intent during the long training.

But the Luohui Sword is different, from the day Lang Zi got it, he could feel that it had a sense of autonomy.

The night is cold and the moon is near the west mountain.

The two sat facing each other, the national teacher's right hand rested on the center of Lang Zi's eyebrows, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of frustration because Lang Zi's spirit sword touched him.

Except for the weapon monks, the rest of the monks will gradually condense into entities only when they have cultivated to the point of gaining a glimpse of the Tao.The national teacher repaired the killing and cutting road, and the road was abandoned and returned. After reintegrating into the Yufu, it turned into a small golden catalpa tree with tall and straight branches, dense leaves, and terminal inflorescences.

Now the little tree has rushed into Lang Ziyu's mansion along his meridians, waving its branches to drive away the spiritual mist beside the Luohui sword, intending to enter it.Every time the branch waved, the flowers on the head of the small tree trembled accordingly.

Luo Huijian simply couldn't see it.

It draws out a sword aura, breaks through the spiritual mist, and goes straight to the shortest branch of the small catalpa tree, as if determined to make it retreat in spite of difficulties.

When the sword qi struck, the little catalpa went up to meet it, until the sword qi sank into the trunk, it only trembled slightly, not even a single petal fell off.

Even burped.

Luohui Sword:? ? ?

It is angry. Since its birth, it has always been the only one who swallowed other people's will, and no one has dared to swallow it!Regardless of Lang Zi's wishes, it rushed out.

... Then he was held down happily by Daoyi Xiaoshu, rubbing against his head full of flowers.

Luohui Sword... Luohui Sword trembled slightly.

Lang Zi also trembled.

At the moment when Dao and meaning collided, it was as if something was filled in his soul, and the extreme comfort made people tremble all over.

This kind of wonderful feeling is like the morning dew coagulating between the stamens when the buds first bloom, and like the mist flowing lightly and kissing the stream under the moon.

Lang Zi spent a lot of effort to stop the voice that was about to spill out.

But there was still a groan in his ear.

"Ugh..."

Lang Zi suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky was already bright, and he and the national teacher were still in a cross-legged posture, only a little baby appeared out of nowhere between them, wearing a small golden bellyband, and was vigorously gnawing at the national teacher's knee.

Lang Zi was even more shocked when he realized the connection between the little baby and himself.

The national teacher withdrew his Taoist intention, and opened his eyes at this time, looking in a bad mood.

He glanced at the little baby, his eyes were full of doubts, and he quickly recovered his indifference. He picked up the little baby with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and turned his hand to throw it out.

Lang Zi hurriedly stopped: "Wait—"

"Big villain! Bully me all day long! I'll bite you to death!" The voice of the little baby overshadowed Lang Zi. He seemed to have infinite hatred for the national teacher. .

The national teacher guessed who he was, his face darkened a bit, and he raised him higher, and said coldly: "Do you want to do it again?"

The little baby froze suddenly, passed away quickly, and cried aloud with grievance: "I have transformed into a human form now, you can't throw me into the bird's nest again! Those bird feathers stink to death."

He turned his head with difficulty and complained to Lang Zi: "Every time he bullied me first! He threw me in the bird's nest for many years before, and just now he ordered Xiaoshu to bully me!"

Lang Zi touched his nose, but said nothing.

He didn't know what to say.

His own sword quarreled with his apprentice, as if it was wrong to help anyone?

And he was very curious, can the sword spirit really take human form?He hasn't heard of a physical weapon spirit yet, doesn't it mean that the weapon spirit is just a magic weapon that has opened up the spirit and has a consciousness that can communicate?

How did you transform into shape properly?Wouldn't it have something to do with the double cultivation of Taoism and mind?

The national teacher put down the Luohui sword spirit, took out three golden feathers from the ring and shook them in front of Luohui.

Luo Hui was like a kitten, shaking his head hooked by the feathers, and opening his small hands to catch it.

National Teacher: "Reconciliation?"

Luo Hui: "Harmony and harmony!"

National teacher: "Will you listen to me in the future?"

Luo Hui: "Listen!"

Then the national teacher gave him the fire phoenix true feather snatched from the demon emperor.When Luo Hui got the feather, he even forgot about its owner, curled up into a small ball, and happily sucked the true meaning of fire in the feather.

Lang Zi stared dumbfounded at the sword spirit that subdued him as soon as the national teacher raised his hand.

That's his way...

The national teacher swept Luo Hui aside, smiled gently, and spoke expectantly: "Your Highness, do you want to continue?"

"..."

Lang Zi looked at the sky outside the window speechlessly, and then at Luohui in the corner.

His Dao has run out, how can he cultivate his Dao...

The national teacher read his expression in an instant, and said slowly: "The way of sword spirit and sword repair are two different things."

This matter must be clearly explained to Lang Zi, otherwise as long as Luo Hui is around, he will never have a chance to get close to Lang Zi again.

"There are always false rumors in the world that equate the natal spirit sword with the way of sword cultivators, but in fact there is a huge difference between the two." The mind cannot be separated from the storage of the utensils, so there is the natal spirit sword as a bearer."

"When the Luohui sword gave birth to a sword spirit, it will compete with your sword intent to hold the spirit sword. If you continue to practice, it will no longer be able to return to your dantian."

The national teacher pointed to the little baby who was huddled in the corner, sucking feathers and blissfully not knowing what day and night it was. "He is a sword. If you compete with the sword intent, no matter which side loses, it will be harmful to your Tao."

Lang Zi frowned, and worried, "But he's still so young, is it appropriate to put him outside like this?"

The national teacher has a complex expression.

Luo·[-] years·little boy Hui finally gnawed on one feather, reluctantly put the other two into his belly pocket, and blinked his big eyes at Lang Zi.

Unavoidably, Lang Zi was shaken, and the national teacher quickly suggested: "Let him stay in Yuxu Mountain to practice Taoism."

Luohui:? ? ?

He looks small, but he is not stupid!

Although most of his memory is lost, he still remembers that he is an artifact made by Tian Yuan himself!Let him practice Taoism? ?

Luo Hui looked at the national teacher angrily.

The national teacher twitched the corners of his lips: "What did you promise just now?"

Luo Hui tilted his head, tried hard to recall, and his face broke down again: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Jian Ling's mind is clear, how would he know that he can go back on what he promised?He only hated himself for not being greedy for bribes, and if he made a mistake, he would be hated forever!

The national teacher nodded happily: "In that case, you can worship me as your teacher."

Luohui:? ? ?

Lang Zi:? ? ?

No, why does his Tao worship his apprentice as a teacher?Is the relationship a bit messy?

Oh no, the national teacher has just popularized science, and the Luohui sword spirit is not completely his way, but Lang Zi always finds it strange.

Lang Zi suggested: "Why don't you let him worship me as a teacher? Is it my sword spirit..."

The national teacher turned to him, his eyes were deep, and he asked after a long time: "Can your Highness teach sword spirits to practice Taoism?"

"……Won't."

"Then where does His Highness have the confidence to accept the apprentice?"

Lang Zi was speechless, his ears turned red with embarrassment.

Luo Hui was also aware of the bumpy road ahead, and was very unwilling, so he hugged Lang Zi's palm pitifully, and rubbed it with his soft face. Bad guy? Huh, he will definitely bully me. "

Lang Zi, who was still a little hesitant, became a little unhappy when he heard this.

He poked Xiao Luohui on the cheek, and said seriously: "The national teacher is my apprentice, he won't bully you, don't call him a big villain again."

Luohui: ...

That's how it was settled.

The national teacher picked up Luohui with a smile on his face, and put him under the bed: "I still have important matters for my teacher and your ancestor, so go out and read the sword formula first."

As he spoke, he threw the Nine Suns Sword Art into Luohui's arms.

Luo Hui was shocked.

He never expected that the big villain would be able to call the abductee Shuangxiu an important matter in such an open and aboveboard manner!

But before he had time to dismantle it, he was thrown out of the room by a wave of Taoism.

The door closed in front of him, Luohui pushed it for a long time without opening it.

He flattened his mouth, a little like to cry.

Although he couldn't remember, he was sure that the owner had changed!

How can a sword cultivator not be crazy when he sees the sword spirit!But the owner only sees the big villain!He didn't even care about being kicked out.

Luo Hui was wronged.

However, he had no choice but to hold the sword formula and walk to the open space in front of the door resentfully. In the cold morning wind of winter, he wrapped himself in his little bellyband and shrank into the small shed that Lang Zi had built for fun the day before. inside.

At this moment, he suddenly missed another sword spirit.

Woohoo, if Sister Nixia was here, she would definitely be able to help me get justice!

Before the sword spirit was enlightened, his consciousness was ignorant, and only the extremely profound past and the inheritance imprinted in his spiritual consciousness would leave some memories.

Luo Hui remembers that he is not the only spiritual sword in the world, he also has a sister named Nixia, who is the ancestor of all swords.He was formed from the afterglow of the setting sun in the Dao of Heaven, while his sister took the morning glow as a god, and was born next to the god, and was born with a spirit.

He still remembered that although the master he had just worshiped did not know his name, he was utterly bad. He was thrown in a bird's nest in the extreme north and stinks for 50 years. Not long ago, he was found and returned to his master.

The Daoyuan Xiaoshu of the big villain is also very bad!Rubbing him itchy all over!

Luo Huijian thumped the sword formula with his short legs crossed in anger.

What is Nine Suns Sword Art? This sword art hadn't been written yet when Nine Suns Sword became his younger brother!

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As soon as Chu Hansheng arrived at Zhijian Peak, he saw a chubby little doll sitting in front of Daozu's house.

Hey, it looks like a sword spirit!

He had seen Nixia Sword Spirit before, she was a soft and cute little girl, but unexpectedly, a second Sword Spirit was born in this world.

It's just a little small, it looks like a one or two-year-old baby.

Chu Hansheng didn't think about why Daozu, who was a sword cultivator, would throw the sword spirit outside. His only thought was: Hey, do you want to turn back and show Ning Shuyan?Maybe he went back to the mountain as soon as he was happy?

Chu Hansheng stepped on his feet and approached Luo Hui quietly.

Luo Hui kept a stern face, and didn't even bother to turn his head back: "The one who sneaked here, your Taoist partner is a sword cultivator, right?"

Chu Hansheng: Whoa!How did he know!

Luo Hui sneered: "You have a sword intent in your Taoism, you must have double cultivated with a sword cultivator recently."

Chu Hansheng blushed: "Nonsense!"

How can double cultivation of Taoism and mind be called double cultivation!

Moreover, no one knew about his visit to Ning Shuyan two days ago, so he couldn't stumble here.

The head of Chu admitted his cowardice, changed his smiling face, and walked up to Luo Hui kindly, already dispelling the idea of ​​abducting him.

——This kind of sword spirit turning back will definitely destroy the harmonious relationship between the Taoist couple.

The more important thing now is to buy him as soon as possible.

He poked Luo Hui's little face: "Why are you freezing outside?"

It feels really good.

Chu Hansheng couldn't help pinching again.

Mentioning this, Luo Hui's small face puffed up again: "The big villain is abducting my master Shuangxiu! Throw me out because he thinks I'm in the way!"

He got up and stood up with his hips pouted, and with his hips on his hips, he ordered Chu Hansheng: "Go and help me open the door! I can't push it!"

Chu Hansheng:! ! !

King's Landing is progressing so fast?This is the double cultivation with Daozu? !

At the request of Elder Mian Bei, he came early in the morning to teach Taoist ancestors how to draw fire talismans.Chu Hansheng's Taoism is not superb, only the fire talisman painting is the best, and no one in the entire Chengxian school can match it.The reason is another sad story.

At this time, Chu Hansheng suddenly heard about Mixin, and he had long forgotten about teaching Daozu. While thinking about when King's Landing would return to the mountain, he hugged Luohui in his arms, wrapping him in a rare and careful wrap. blanket.

Sword Spirit is not cold, but Luo Hui is very useful.

Luo Hui yelled: "Hurry up and go in with this sword!"

Chu Hansheng hurriedly covered his small mouth, moved quietly to the front of Daozu's bamboo house, and stretched his neck to peek through the window.

I didn't see any mess, Daozu was sitting and talking with Junlin.

The national teacher sensed that there was someone outside the house, and he was already in a bad mood, so he smiled coldly, and poured the tea in his hand out along the window.

Chu Hansheng was hit by the trick unexpectedly, his whole body was as stiff as ice, and no matter how much he tried to force his will, he couldn't get rid of it, so he hugged Luo Hui and fell to the ground stiffly.

Lang Zi looked around when he heard the sound, and asked doubtfully, "What's going on outside?"

The national teacher pulled him back to sit in front of the table, and the soundproof magic circle arrived at his fingertips. He held the palm of his hand holding the brush without changing his expression: "Your Highness, don't worry, there are often strange movements in the place of cultivation. I will continue to teach you how to draw talismans."

Lang Zi nodded, then ignored it and concentrated on studying.

Snow began to fall in the sky, at first it was just fine snow foam, and it turned into heavy snow after a cup of tea.

The north wind is blowing, and the air is heavy.

One big and one small lay on their backs on the chilly snow, their tears froze and their faces ached.

They were not rescued until another group of people went up the mountain.

He Muliu carried a small basket with a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, and followed Wantu, Wanshang and Wanfan with an unhappy expression.

There were two days left before the exam, and none of them reviewed it. When he asked Elder Mouton about his exemption from the exam in the morning, Elder Mouton stopped him with a smile, and asked back: "Did you make the ancestor happy?"

Well, they had to keep going up the mountain.

The three people at the beginning of the word "wan" are very happy, playing tricks with the ancestor, it's like a holiday, only to suffer from He Muliu's busy schedule.

At first, when the four of them saw a piece of ice frozen in front of the house, they thought it was a sculpture carved by the ancestor on a whim.

——Yesterday, Lang Zi talked to them about their winter fun, including ice sculptures.

He Muliu put the basket on it, turned around and went to light the fire.

Until Chu Hansheng desperately issued a weak call for help.

Only then did they hurriedly drag the master into the shed.

The national teacher's spell, Fan Huo, had no effect, and finally Wan Fan thought of an idea, and stuck a lot of fire talismans on the two of them to ignite, which melted the thick layer of ice.

"It's burnt!" Chu Hansheng shouted, patting his buttocks.

He Muliu took the lead and stomped it out for him.

No one dared to ask why the sect master was frozen in front of the ancestor's house, with a little doll in his arms, especially the doll was extremely cute and looked like the sect master's illegitimate child.

After Chu Hansheng was rescued, he hurried to see Luohui.

Although this little brat has a bad temper, he is the ancestor's sword spirit after all, if there is a mistake, he dare not take responsibility.

Luo Hui shrunk into a small ball in his arms, her nose was red, and her eye circles were also red.

"I want to vote for Mingzhu!" He said.

It was the master who lost his mind first, of course he can't be blamed for not wanting to sit still!

Chu Hansheng rubbed his little head and comforted him quietly: "Think about it again? It's better than my master. When I first started, I was beaten by him every day, every month, every day. I didn't say that I betrayed my teacher." door."

He cited the example of Master's suffering to convince him that good and evil will eventually be rewarded: "Look, my master is pestered by his wife every day, and he can't fight or drink. He has to write an application every time he goes out. Being forced to say three hundred times that I like you is so miserable."

The four onlookers were stunned when they heard this.

If they remember correctly, the master of the sect master, Qin Xian, the eldest brother of the generation of Qin, married the Demon Emperor many years ago, right?

It turns out that the Demon Emperor is his daughter-in-law!

It's so annoying!

Wan Fan suddenly felt that what was said in the storybook was correct, little goblins are very annoying, even the demon emperor.

What should I do if I suddenly want to marry a demon daughter-in-law...

After hearing what Chu Hansheng said, Luo Hui felt a little better.

Artifacts believe in karma more than humans.The big villain will definitely not end well if he bullies himself like this.

He rubbed his eyes, gripped his little bellyband and complained: "The big villain still asked me to worship him as a teacher! He also forced me to practice Taoism. Wuwuwu, I am a sword spirit, and I still have to practice Taoism. Why!"

Sword spirit?

Wan Fan couldn't take his eyes off Luo Hui anymore.

He has the root of swordsmanship and has not yet entered the Tao, so he can't perceive what Luohui is.

It turned out that he was not the illegitimate son of the head of the sect, but a sword spirit!

Live!A humanoid sword spirit!

He tremblingly stretched out his claws to catch Luohui's little hand.

Woo, so soft, so pure sword intent!

Luo Hui flattened his mouth: "Let go!"

He is the spirit of the artifact!Anyone can touch it!

Wan Fan pretended not to hear, and pinched his face with every inch, ah, it was softer than hands, smooth and greasy, so comfortable to touch.

Wantu and Wanshang saw that his face was full of satisfaction, and their hearts were itchy, so they couldn't help pinching Luohui a couple of times.

Luo Hui was about to cry again.

"You perverts! I'm just a little sword spirit! Let go! Let go!"

Ignored again.

Chu Hansheng had no choice but to hold him tighter, and glanced at his nephews helplessly, "Okay, this is the ancestor's sword spirit, don't be really annoying."

The name of the ancestor is much better than the head of the sect, and the three reluctantly withdrew their hands.

Wan Fan was still a little reconciled, blinking his eyes and asked: "Can I borrow it from my ancestor? It will be enough in a day, I will soon enter the Tao, and I am just a little short of comprehension."

Chu Hansheng had just suffered a lot, and now he finally got warmer, so he gently persuaded him: "Master Ai Xiang is back, why don't you ask again next time?"

He Muliu, who was fiddling with the fire, froze all over when he heard the words of Patriarch Ai Xiang.

Wan Fan had never had a face-to-face meeting with the national teacher, he was cheerful by nature, and he was not afraid at all, so he knocked on the door of Lang Zi's room after thanking the master.

The sound-proof formation has not been removed, so Lang Zi naturally cannot hear it.

The national teacher has already known how many people went up the mountain.

He should have left early in the morning, but now it is past noon, I am afraid that Fenglou has already fled to the ends of the earth.

Lang Zi didn't have to worry if someone was with him.

The national teacher said: "A few juniors are looking for you outside the door."

"Ah?" Lang Zi thought that he was too concentrated and didn't pay attention, his face changed slightly when he heard this, and he hurriedly gathered the table full of ghostly symbols that he drew just now into a ball and stuffed them into the ring.

After a whole morning's work, he could easily learn the dust-cleaning technique taught by the national teacher, but he couldn't draw this talisman no matter what.

Obviously he knew how to draw in his heart, but the brush didn't obey his control, and the brush was crooked.

He couldn't let the junior see the joke, so he could only destroy the corpse.

The national teacher laughed, seeing that he had tidied up properly, and he didn't want to say hello to irrelevant people, so he took the opportunity to leave.

"Are you coming back tonight?" Lang Zi asked.

The national teacher nodded with a smile, stepped through the void and left.

Lang Zi then went to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wan Fan saluting obsequiously.

"An old ancestor, Aixiang ancestor."

He raised his head after saluting, and found that Lang Zi was the only one inside, and he didn't ask any questions, thinking that it would be easier to open his mouth.

"Old Ancestor, are you still playing cards today?" Wan Fan narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Can you lend me your sword spirit for a day after playing? Or just overnight!"

As he spoke, he talked about the need to enter the Tao.

Lang Zi blinked and looked over his shoulder.

Chu Hansheng didn't dare to see the national teacher, he ran away long ago, it was still snowing outside, Luo Hui sat in the shed with a puffy face and got angry, Wan Tu and Wan Shang were teasing him, and He Muliu stiffly grilled skewers beside him.

Lang Zi beckoned to Luo Hui from a distance: "Come here."

Luo Hui: Hmph, if you let me go, I will go there, even if you are the master, if you dare to leave me alone, I will be angry no matter what!

He was so angry that he ran towards Lang Zi with short legs, hugged his calf, buried his face in his robe and rubbed back and forth.

Sword spirits are different from human beings, they don't have blood and warmth. Lang Zi felt his hands were cold when he touched him, thinking that Luo Hui was frozen, so he quickly hugged him and rubbed his little arms to warm him.

The chubby little doll is going to be out of temper at all.

Lang Zi asked for his opinion: "Wan Fan wants you to help him understand the way of swordsmanship, would you like it?"

Luo Hui turned his head to look at Wan Fan, his pale and tender face showed no concealment of distaste, thinking that it was this mortal who didn't even enter the Tao who took the lead in pinching him, his little mouth also pouted.

He asked childishly: "It's okay, but what benefits will you give me?"

As he spoke, he spread out his small hands, and triumphantly showed him Huofeng Zhenyu, who was bribed by the national teacher, "Less than this, don't talk about it."

Lang Zi: ...

Can't tell, his sword spirit is still a money fan?

Didn't it mean that the object resembles the owner? He thought that he was not greedy for money...

The author has something to say:

National Teacher: You may not believe me when I say it. Halfway through my double cultivation with my Taoist companion, he suddenly gave birth to a baby.

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