The villain's national teacher always teases me

The more Lang Zi was in a hurry to speak, the more severe the hiccups became.In the end, every few breaths I have to burp.

He gave up on himself and sat down on the stool, staring angrily at the national teacher with a pair of eyes.

The moon is like a silver plate, and its brilliance leaks to the ground.There was not a trace of noise in the surroundings, only the national teacher couldn't stop chuckling.

He suddenly approached, and a strand of hair from his sideburns was blown across Lang Zi's neck by the breeze, making it as cool as the night, which made a fine layer of goose bumps appear on Lang Zi's forearm.

"Your Highness is looking at me like this, could it be that he is... asking for a kiss?"

The warm breath on the face, accompanied by hoarse whispers, made Lang Zi stunned for a moment.

After he reacted, his cheeks flushed red with anger, but he was afraid that he would lose his momentum, so he didn't attack immediately.

Lang Zi thought for a while, narrowed his eyes, and said with a sneer, "If you have the ability, kiss me."

I will punish you if I kiss you!

They are all men, so he can still suffer.

The national teacher didn't seem to expect Lang Zi to say such a sentence, and was slightly taken aback.

Then the corners of his lips curled up very quickly: "Your Highness invites you kindly, but this minister is not respectful."

That face slowly approached, and in Lang Zi's eyes, only those eyes as deep as pools and the imprint of the national teacher's brows as red as blood remained in his eyes.

Just a second before Lang Zi was about to flee, the national teacher straightened his back suddenly.

He straightened his messy cuffs: "How about your highness being rebellious?"

"Uh?"

Only then did Lang Zi realize that his hiccups seemed to have really healed, and he didn't know whether he was frightened or shocked.

He couldn't help but look at the national teacher twice.

The national teacher noticed his gaze, and asked with a smile: "Could it be that His Highness is really asking for a kiss?"

After asking, he raised his eyebrows again, "If His Highness doesn't punish the minister for being rude, the minister can..."

"...Stop it." Lang Zi had a headache, and the extra favor from earlier disappeared in an instant.

He finally understood that the national teacher must be the one who hits snakes with sticks, otherwise he would not be cowardly, and immediately said bluntly: "Why did Aiqing come here?"

The national teacher sighed when he heard the words, with sad eyes: "I miss His Highness."

Yep, still go back.

Lang Zi forced his face to act with him: "Then Ai Qing has seen His Highness, and the curfew has been lifted, so let's leave now."

The national teacher covered his sleeves, and his tone of action was still several times more sad than that of Huadan on the stage: "I have seen it before, but it is a pity that the lovesickness is even worse."

"How about love, dear?"

"Your Highness tosses and turns every night, and it's hard to fall asleep when I miss His Highness. Wouldn't it be better for Your Highness to miss you so much that you bring him into the palace to accompany you every day? I will definitely serve Your Highness with all my heart. If you are lucky enough to give birth to a son and a half for Your Highness, I will be content." It's..."

"..."

Lang Zi couldn't hold on anymore.

He admits defeat, thick-skinned and good at acting, I am afraid that no one in the world can go abroad to learn from him.

"What on earth are you waiting for me outside the door, don't say I'm calling someone."

"Well." The role of the national teacher changed very quickly, from a silly little girl to a magic stick in the blink of an eye. It is guessed that His Highness may have opened Daogen by chance. I am a monk of the Fuguo who sits in the capital, and I have no shirkable responsibility, so I don’t care about revealing the importance and palace etiquette. I came here to wait for Your Highness in the starry night, and wanted to lure His Highness into my Taoism."

Lang Zi only understood the first half of the sentence.

He looked up, the night sky was clear and cloudless, and the moon was as big as a disk, and there was nowhere to see a star.

"Give you one last chance to speak human words."

"The minister is here to teach His Highness how to practice Taoism."

Lang Zi lowered his head and thought for three seconds, then said, "Okay."

Although he wasn't sure what the national teacher wanted to do, and he knew he couldn't trust him completely, but being able to practice Taoism was not a bad thing after all.

Only when the strength is strong, when disaster strikes, can you protect the people you want to protect.

"Do you need a teacher?" Lang Zi asked.

In the world of Tianyuan, monks pass on the Dao, and it is only carried out between masters and apprentices, otherwise they are considered stealing masters, and some sects have many rules, and even restrict disciples from accepting disciples privately.

"Naturally." The national teacher nodded.

Lang Zi sighed slightly in his heart.

For the sake of strength, he should be a teacher if he is a teacher. I only hope that after he has been a teacher, the national teacher will cheat him less.

Being a villain's apprentice is not an easy task. Lang Zi made some psychological preparations for himself, and when he closed his eyes, he was about to kneel down.

Before he could bend his knees, he could already hear the soft sound of his knees touching the ground.

"Master is on top, please accept the disciple's worship."

Lang Zi:? ? ?

He suddenly opened his eyes, but saw the national teacher bowed his head on the ground on the bluestone board, kneeling firmly.

Lang Zi was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue: "Your head was caught by the door?"

"What do you mean by your highness?"

Lang Zi took a deep breath and said tremblingly, "Isn't it my apprenticeship?"

"Oh," said the national teacher as a matter of course, "Your Highness has a noble status, so you should not bow down lightly. After thinking about it, it is more appropriate for me to worship you as a teacher."

This statement sounds reasonable, but it cannot stand scrutiny.

Lang Zi has been in Tianyuan for some time, and he knows that the ascetics in Tianyuan are more than one class above ordinary people, not to mention that he has not succeeded to the throne, even Emperor Yu is not honored enough to make monks bow down.

"Your Highness, I will not lie to you. I am willing to worship you as my teacher." Seeing Lang Zi frowning, the national teacher said with a half-smile, "If Your Highness doesn't believe me, I can swear an oath."

As he spoke, he took an oath.

Lang Zi has never personally seen the scene of monks swearing, but seeing the sky full of brilliance coming from nowhere, condensing into a ray straight into the eyebrows of the national teacher, there is a mysterious meaning in it, even he who has just gnawed the fruit of Taoism Can feel a little bit.

At this point, he has nothing to say.

After the national teacher paid homage to his teacher, he moved his sleeves and picked up the sword out of thin air.

This sword is as transparent as glazed jade, with a restrained cold light, it looks like a good sword, but unfortunately a small piece is missing at the tip of the end of the sword for some reason, and the color of the gap is black, as if it has been corroded.

"This sword can be repaired after Your Highness enters the Tao." Noticing that Lang Zi's eyes fell on the gap, the national teacher said.

He took one last look at the sword and handed it to Lang Zi.

Lang Zi couldn't tell what kind of look it was, it seemed to have nostalgia and disgust.

But his mind was quickly diverted by the sword in his hand, which was weightless in his hand, as if he could move his mind like an arm.

Without waiting for him to feel it carefully, he heard the national teacher say: "This is the Luohui sword, and it can barely be used as a teacher's apprenticeship ceremony for your Highness."

Luohuijian is a good name.Lang Zi thought.

He tried to hold a sword flower, the shadow of the sword was cold under the moonlight, the thorns were light, it was really easy to use.

The national teacher didn't ask why Lang Zi knew how to use the sword. Seeing that he couldn't put it down, he smiled slightly, and took out a storage bag to put the Luohui sword in Lang Zi's waist.

"Your Highness has not entered Taoism yet. If you hurt yourself, I will be heartbroken. Use this handle first."

The national teacher handed over a wooden sword.

The wooden sword is exquisitely carved, and the knife workmanship is not bad, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a child's toy.

Lang Zi: "..."

He can't open the storage bag, has no right to speak, and can only sigh.

"The ceremony is exhausting, Your Highness should rest earlier, at this time tomorrow, I will come to teach His Highness how to enter the sword."

Before the voice fell, the person was gone.

Lang Zi had no choice but to nod towards the empty gazebo, and went back to sleep with his little wooden sword in his arms.

While lying on the bed, Lang Zi couldn't help thinking, maybe the national teacher is not as bad as he thought?

Before leaving, the last words that the national teacher said kept echoing in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. The tone of the national teacher at that time seemed a little lonely.

The inexplicable acceptance of the villain as an apprentice was really exciting. Lang Zi vacillated between hugging his thighs and continuing to be on guard, and didn't fall into a deep sleep until the middle of the month.

In the dream, there are sword shadows and blood light.

The maids didn't know how much ups and downs Lang Zi experienced at night, and they came to the palace before dawn the next day to urge him to take a bath and change clothes.

When the internal officer put on the dress and crown for Lang Zi, Lang Zi was still drowsy, and in a trance, Qi Lan stuffed a mouthful of pastry, and was so incensed that he sneezed a few times. the chariot.

The crown prince's golden car is gold-painted and jade-shaped, and the inside is even more spacious, and the four maids accompanying him to serve are not crowded.

The sacrificial convoy was cleared by the imperial guards, followed by more than a hundred palace people holding canopies and colored lanterns. The whole procession came out from the Mulin Gate of the imperial palace, and went from the most prosperous Zhuque Avenue in the capital to the Temple of Praying for Rain.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, Lang Zi heard the uproarious sound coming from the mountains, and a lot of beautiful words vaguely fell into his ears.

Huaiju quietly lifted the curtains of the car to take a look, then turned around and said, "Your Highness, the people are praying for you."

Xiangzhu also stretched his head over, saw many prayer banners and blessing lanterns through the gap, and exclaimed, "There are so many people, maybe the people from the whole Yi'an are here?"

"I can't stop looking. It's densely packed. There must be as many people as half of Dayu. Hey, there are also horned ones. The demons are all here."

They seldom go out of the palace, and they have never seen such a lively scene, chatting around the car window, saying that the lantern is beautiful, that the congratulatory speech is well written, and that this foreigner looks strange.

Lang Zi also wanted to go over to have a look, but Qi Lan hastily dragged him back to the soft seat.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. You can watch it when you come back from worshiping the gods. According to the rules, you can't show your face right now. I'm afraid it will delay the time."

Lang Zi was immediately dejected.

The excitement is someone else's, he has nothing, and he can't even see the demons with long horns.

Qi Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why don't you go to bed first? You still have half an hour to get to the temple."

She was afraid that Huaiju, Xiangzhu, Gou Langzi would be envious, so she brought them back, causing the two little girls to sigh with regret, "Sister Qi Lan is too strict", and they muttered loudly.

When Lang Zi finished his nap, the chariot happened to arrive at the Temple of Prayer for Rain.

The sun was just rising at this time, and when Lang Zi got off the car, he saw the layered golden light of the rising sun plating on the temple tile eaves, it was really magnificent.

When they got here, the maids could no longer follow, Qi Lan gave some details to the leading ceremony officer before retreating into the queue.

The Daoist Guanzhong had already come out in full force to welcome the legendary Prince Highness with the highest etiquette.

In such a strong sacrificial atmosphere, Lang Zi frowned.

System: "The system upgrade is complete, and the sideline function is enabled. Does the host accept the sideline task "A request from Fellow Daoist Cloud"? You can get a reward: the latest version of the "History of Tianyuan Cultivation" textbook produced by Yuxushan."

Lang Zi: "When did you upgrade?"

System: "...Didn't you notice that I've been quiet for several days?"

It doesn't say, Lang Zi really didn't find out.

The author has something to say:

Lang Zi: The national teacher worships me as a teacher, so can't he tease me?

National Teacher: Guess what?

System: Host, please stop your absurd thoughts. Throughout the history of Tianyuan's cultivation, there are many disciples who marry masters.

Lang Zi: ...

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