The villain's national teacher always teases me

If it were someone else, it would be extremely difficult to get in touch with the Devil Emperor.

However, Yu Kingdom has been doing business with all ethnic groups since Emperor Yu succeeded to the throne, and there have long been ministers in charge of communication with other worlds. Lang Zi’s letter protesting that the Devil Emperor refused to allow his subjects to enter the human race a few days ago was based on this. channel issued.Secondly, the Chengxian faction is in charge of the Taoist sect. Although most of the elders don't have a good impression of the demons, they still shoulder the important task of maintaining the demon world.

There are even more rumors that the current reigning Demon Emperor Mu Yun is actually a follower of the Demon Lord and has inextricable connections with the Chengxian Sect.

It's not too late for this matter, Lang Zi wrote a letter stating the cause and effect, and asked Elder Mianbei to forward it to the Devil Emperor.

After finishing these, the national teacher just came back.

It was almost dusk, Lang Zi was holding a bowl of lotus seed soup with an ice talisman in his dormitory. The jade bowl was still dripping with water.

Only then did Lang Zi talk to him about cultivating the way of magic.

The national teacher put down the bowl, looked at him for a moment, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought that people in the world practice Taoism and feed back the creators of Taoism. However, the magic way was created by Fenglou, and it may not be relevant to you." help?"

Lang Zi also thought about this.

He frowned slightly, and said: "But I let the people practice Taoism, and I didn't hold the hope of letting them fight against the alien world. If one day disasters come, they will be tyrannical, so that they can protect their families. What's the difference?"

He said what was on his mind.

As a cultivator, if he is not a scheming person, it is extremely difficult to say something that goes against his original heart, and the same is true for Lang Zi.

Through this scene, the national teacher returned to ten thousand years ago in a trance.

Thousands of years ago, the Taoist ancestor lived in Yuxu Mountain, and there were often people who worked tirelessly across mountains and ridges to seek Taoism.At that time, he didn't know that people in the world would accumulate merits for him, but he was not stingy, allowing those people to copy his years of hard work.He even washed the marrow and body of many seekers, helping them enter the Tao as soon as possible and establish a mountain gate.

Lang Zi tried to persuade him: "It's all about benefiting others but not harming yourself. It's nothing more than a single benefit. Besides, Ah Zhu said that you have already beaten the Fenglou to death. Even if you have more merits, it will be in vain."

The national teacher smiled and shook his head.

Lang Zi always said that other people's lives have nothing to do with him, but the things he can do are completely different.

He nodded, "So, I should go to the Demon Realm myself. Muyun and Fenglou come from the same source. Maybe there is a way to let those merits fall on him, which is better than taking advantage of Fenglou."

Lang Zi looked at him with a smile.

He knew that the national teacher was omnipotent.

The two sat and had a conversation, the national teacher talked about Lanxi City, this time no one was making trouble.There was a monk named Fan Tong in the Lanxi Sect, relying on his seniority, he pushed all the students to his younger brother, but the students couldn't get out of the classroom, causing the scene to be rioted for a while.

"Isn't there a set of rules, how can this kind of problem still occur?" Lang Zi said.

Most of the affairs of Zhidaotang are handled by the national teacher, he is not asking questions, but strange.Although the national teacher is occasionally frivolous, he has always been rigorous in such matters. Many monks in the Taoist sect are afraid of him, and they dare not lose the chain.

"It's just old grievances." The national teacher said.

He checked to see if Fan Tong was being manipulated.Fan Tong's soul was clear, and he didn't have the aura of being in contact with another world. After repeated inquiries, he found out about the past.In the past, when Chengxian sent his disciples to the mortal world for trials, when he passed Lanxi City, he had an enmity with him, but he bestowed favor on his junior brother Wu Qing to make him enter the path.From then on, Fan Tong held a grudge, so much so that he wanted to make trouble for his junior regardless of the overall situation.

Lang Zi had never seen such a narrow-minded person before, and couldn't help but sigh at the variety of human nature.

"Don't talk about that." The national teacher gently grabbed Lang Zi's palm, "Your Majesty Chen Guan's brows are froze, but you have encountered difficulties in your practice?"

Lang Zi nodded quickly.

Obviously he is the master of the national teacher, but he wants the national teacher to teach him how to practice. If the news spreads, many people may laugh out loud.Lang Zi was very calm, even if he didn't remember, after all, it was Daozu who taught the national teacher at the beginning, so he reluctantly regarded it as teaching himself.

The national teacher gave Lang Zi some pointers in detail, and taught Lang Zi to suddenly understand.

Then, the national teacher was sent to see Qi Lan by Lang Ziyang, so he had to leave him to practice alone in the room.

According to the method explained by the national teacher, Lang Zi guarded against arrogance and impetuosity, his aura went for a while, and he obviously felt that his cultivation was loose, and he was overjoyed to see the national teacher back again.

"How did you do it so fast?"

The national teacher raised his eyebrows: "Your Majesty, how can I be fast?"

Lang Zi:?

It's just a cup of tea, he's finished watching Qi Lan, isn't that fast?

The national teacher moved closer, put his slender fingers on his belt, put his face against his ear, and breathed warmly: "Or, Your Majesty, let's try it out first?"

Lang Zi: ...

Lang Zi jumped three feet away, and it took him a long time to say: "That's unnecessary."

The national teacher laughed in a low voice.

Lang Zi teased him for so long and was not used to it, so he tried to keep his face from showing shame and anger, and asked about Qi Lan's situation.

"She's fine." The national teacher answered concisely.

When he said this, Lang Zi stopped asking.He knew that the national teacher didn't like Ti Qilan very much since a long time ago, and asking too many questions would be bad.

The two went to the yard for some dinner.

When the moon came out of the east wall, the chief guard returned to the palace to report with joy.At that time, the national teacher had already set off for the Demon Realm.

Regardless of his sweaty body, the chief guard insisted on demonstrating the fire talisman to His Majesty, and even Qiongmei couldn't stop him.

He has not yet entered the Tao, but he has a blind date with the fire way, and he can barely use some fire aura with the help of talismans.

Lang Zi couldn't resist him, so he asked his attendants to move a small stool for him, and retreated to the porch to watch, and made everyone retreat further.

It was the first time for the little guards to watch the demonstration of the immortal technique, and they didn't want to retreat too far. They all showed excitement and stared at the leader's performance with wide eyes.

The chief guard rubbed his hands, took out the fire talisman from his pocket, and winked at Qiongmei triumphantly, "Look well~"

With the help of the moonlight and the palace lantern, Lang Zi could barely see the talisman seal in his hand, the strokes were crooked, worse than when he first drew the fire talisman.

Before he could say "Wait a minute", the chief guard threw the fire talisman into the air and shouted "Fire."

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen people in the yard watched helplessly as the talisman was blown back to the head of the bodyguard by the wind. With a thunderous bang, thousands of sparks exploded, and the head of the bodyguard collapsed out of the courtyard.

A little guard jumped around and looked around, but couldn't find where the chief guard had gone. He was shocked and said, "Is this the fairy art that the boss wants to perform! But why did he bombard himself?"

Lang Zi's head was full of black lines: "Hurry up and save people!"

Only then did everyone realize that the chief guard's performance error was at stake, and they ran out to look for him in a panic.

Qiongmei ran the fastest, tears falling faster than rain.

In the end, everyone was fished out of Chengxin Lake.

Chengxin Lake is hundreds of feet away from Lang Zi's bedroom, God knows how he was collapsed.

The head guard who was driven to Lang Zi was covered in black and red, his hair was dripping, but he was still grinning, showing his white teeth in a smile.

"Hey, Your Majesty, I know the magic of immortality, so it's not amazing!"

The whole face is full of hints to praise me.

Lang Zi stuffed a Huiyuan Pill into his mouth, and raised his hand like a chestnut.

"Amazing size! You are not good at learning, are you trying to blow yourself up?"

The chief guard was aggrieved, and turned to look at Qiongmei for comfort.

Under Hui Yuandan's treatment, his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qiongmei was relieved, pursed her lips, and kicked him back into the lake.

The chief guard didn't know where he had provoked the public's anger, so he wandered up and down in place, wondering whether he should go ashore or not.

What if it gets kicked down again?

Qiongmei knelt in front of Lang Zi, crying, "Your Majesty, let him drop out of school, otherwise Qiongmei will be a widow."

Huaiju and Xiangzhu standing beside them nodded in agreement.

"Master Shi is probably really not suitable for cultivating Taoism..."

"We haven't got married yet, and we almost lost our lives. What if one day we can walk with the sword like His Majesty, and fall down halfway and die!"

Lang Zi felt that what they said was very reasonable.

He helped Qiongmei up, and was about to speak when the chief guard swam ashore quickly, and said with snot and tears, "Your Majesty knows my mistake, please don't drive me out of the Taoist hall, woo woo, The subordinates must study hard.”

Lang Zi looks at Qiongmei.

Qiongmei didn't speak, her brows touched one place.

He thought for a while, and said: "Then you can make a written statement, and you will listen to Qiongmei's words from now on, and take her with you when you go to school. If not, I will write an imperial decree to let you come back at any time."

The head guard grimaced.Except for Gu Qianxun, there was no student in Class A who brought their family members to class, and Chu Xiaoji had already entered the Tao because of his special status. If he did it for the first time, he might be ashamed.

Qiongmei snorted coldly.

The head guard quickly subdued: "Li Lili, this is it!"

The little guards roared with laughter when they saw the officer deflated.

It's not over yet, the boss is afraid that his daughter-in-law will be like this, and he will definitely feel better in the future, just thinking about it makes me happy!

……

Lang Zi took the chief guard as a lesson, and sent a message to Elder Mianbei that night, remembering not to let the students bring the talisman out of the Zhidao Hall.

After learning about the embarrassing incident of the chief guard, Elder Mian Bei called out that the ancestor had considered it properly.

He originally thought that there was a Chu Hansheng in the world, it was a negligence of heaven, but he didn't know that an even more brainless quasi-fire cultivator popped up, really a mountain is still as high as a mountain.

Zhidaotang teaching has been a hot topic among the people of Dayu for a long time.

It even spawned a lot of exaggerated market rumors.

What is the little boy on the East Street who will change into six arms after a day, what the little widow in the West Market has learned how to refine the elixir of immortality, and what a certain scholar found the cunning man by relying on the method taught by the immortal master. The "autumn hair".

As long as the spectators pay, the desolate gentleman at the stall next to Guimingxuan can talk for a day without drinking tea.

Fortunately, Lang Zi pinched out the source, and the news that the head of the guard almost killed his life did not spread, and this kind of thing never happened in other places.

This morning, the sun was shining brightly, and Lang Zi was sitting in front of the Guiming Pavilion with the national teacher, eating snacks.

He held a transparent mung bean cake in his left hand, and threw the copper coin with his right hand far away, hitting the broken bowl at the gentleman's feet, making the onlookers applaud.

The down-and-out storyteller is talking about the old story of the demon king Li Wang Kuanglan ending the war between immortals and demons.

Lang Zi took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and pushed the national teacher's arm: "Didn't you say that the Devil Emperor invited us to meet here? Others... um, where is the devil?"

The national teacher raised his hand and picked up the crumbs from his mouth, put it in his mouth, smiled and said nothing.

Lang Zi silently put down the mung bean cake to wipe his mouth.

He has always wondered if all the bosses of one party have evil tastes.

For example, the national teacher is provocative all the time.

For example, the Devil Emperor insisted that they pretend to be mortals and meet in the busy city.

As a devil emperor, he can cross Tianyuan to meet each other at any time with a teleportation talisman.

Lang Zi didn't utter the slander, which could easily lead to bad memories of the national teacher.

Uncle Zhang, who sells cakes in Lizhou City, has said that when he was the Taoist ancestor in his previous life, his favorite thing to do was to wear a tattered gown, telling stories about bragging about himself while teasing little girls.

In summer, the sun is a little bit hot, and it gets hotter at noon. Lang Zi is a monk, so he doesn't sweat easily, but he really doesn't like being illuminated so brightly.

The national teacher took out a plain handkerchief, wiped Lang Zi's fingers clean, and said with a smile, "Let's go, I think he's had enough of it."

Lang Zi followed his gaze curiously.

isn't it?

Is the Devil Emperor the storyteller a few meters away?

The storyteller sensed his gaze and winked playfully at him across the crowd.

Really special.