The villain's national teacher always teases me

In the underground palace of the imperial city, the huge formation under the emperor's bedroom was the same as when Lang Zi left, full of power from the three parties.

There is aura, there is magic energy, and there is also an unknown breath from another world.

Ji Mi disappeared, but there were traces of his presence on the ground.

The ebony Taoist ancestor, the ancestor of the Taoist sect, created the method of cultivation and the foundation of the talisman array, and he is even more skilled in calculation.Even if you don't step into this formation, you can already vaguely sense what will happen next.

Lang Zi sat cross-legged on the ground for a while.

In so many years of memory, many things have happened, some memories have long been blurred, and some memories are as clear as yesterday.

No one knew what he was thinking, even he himself was confused.

For a moment, his mind turned to when he first met King's Landing, and for a moment, he thought about the details of getting along with him in this life. There was this person on the left and right, entangled in the long memory, more vivid than anyone else.

In the Nine Heavens, before casting the spell, Tian Yuan forced him to take an oath, but before taking the oath, he was ready to break the oath.

Even thinking of the past, this heart is still not shaken.

"Oh, it's all my fault."

Lang Zi shook his head, feeling a little hungry, took out a spiritual fruit from the ring, and swallowed it whole.

The first time he ate this morning glow fruit, he took Junlin to Kunlun Mountain to listen to the sermon. The two heard that they were thirsty halfway, so they tried their best to steal one. The master and the apprentice took one bite of each other, and it was shabby to eat. Incomparable.

More than 1 years ago, King's Landing had just entered Taoism at that time.

He is also much more obedient, he practiced diligently all day long and tried every means to make delicious food for him.

In the next life, he has the memory of being the Taoist and Lang Zi at the same time, but he finds that the happiest thing is the time when the master and the apprentice stayed on Yuxu Mountain to concentrate on enlightenment.

There is only peace in the eyes of each other, which is really nostalgic.

Lang Zi clapped his hands, straightened his clothes, smiled, and Shi Shiran stepped into the formation.

Unlike when Jun Lin first entered the small world that day, everything in the small world is alive now.

This is actually a remaining fragment of the Rahu Realm, perhaps because of the arrival of the master, everything has been revived, those mysterious Taoisms that are incompatible with Tianyuan are filled in it, and the rejection of outsiders is everywhere.

Lang Zi walked slowly and went straight to the small hut not far away.

The thatched hut looks small, but when you walk into it, it is very spacious.

Entering the door, there is a courtyard in front of you. It can't be called the fragrance of birds and flowers, but the light and shadow color is quite different from the outside, and the golden dust particles floating in the air are full of joy.

In the world of Rahu, it turns out that Taoism is cultivated based on emotion.

Lang Zi picked up the dust in his hand, but seeing the dust penetrated his palm, he didn't know whether it was unpredictable or his cultivation was not enough.

He looked at the man in black robe who was meditating not far away and asked, "Sura?"

Shura's appearance was exactly the same as Jun Lin's, except that his temperament was completely different, which was more chaotic and killing, and there was no scar left by the Luohui sword between his eyebrows.

As if Shura had expected him to come back, he remained motionless like a mountain, and opened his mouth leisurely: "Ancestor Dao?"

Lang Zi just nodded.

The two stopped continuing this meaningless narration, and both turned their gazes to the place surrounded by black mist.

Wumu Daozu has traveled the world for thousands of years and has seen countless magic circles, but he has rarely seen magic spells from other worlds.

Where the black mist hovered, the killing intent was fully revealed, mixed with some indescribable red light.

The red light is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, it should be that the people trapped in it are playing games with external forces.

Lang Zi knew that breaking the formation at this time would not only face Shura's obstruction, but also didn't know how it would affect King's Landing, so he sat cross-legged and didn't move.

All the changes in the left and right fall on King's Landing, no matter how he responds at this time, it will not have much impact on the overall situation after all.

Among the three thousand demon gods of chaos, more than one Rahu Realm will be destroyed?

Tian Yuan never told others, but because it was useless.

This world is too weak, if it cannot be perfected, it will always be a target that can be plundered and invaded in the eyes of others.

If he doesn't testify for a day, he can't break the game for a day.

however……

Lang Zi smiled helplessly from the bottom of his heart, how could it be so easy to prove the Tao, so he said that he still couldn't give up those things that he wanted to give up.

There is silence in the small world, and time has long been meaningless.

Maybe it was an hour, maybe ten thousand years later, the red light finally overwhelmed the killing intent. At first, it was just surging like silk ribbons, and gradually wrapped up all the black mist. From a distance, the courtyard seemed to be standing Holding a bright red giant egg.

Shura was overjoyed, bowed to the ground and bowed, "Welcome to the lord!"

The sound of tearing silk is endless.

When everything calmed down, Lang Zi's familiar face finally burst into a bright red color, and emerged with the most ordinary but most shocking posture.

She has sculpted eyebrows and deep eyes, black hair and thin lips, and a mark between her brows is as red as blood.

Lang Zi raised his heart for a long time, but suddenly let go.

The man opened his mouth, his voice was like gold and stones touching jade, with supreme majesty: "Yi Pao."

Only now did Lang Zi realize that Jun Lin's body was not covered with a single thread, his skin was as smooth as jade, his texture was slender, perfect to the extreme, but there was still a lot of black mist covering his chest and waist, so he couldn't see anything.

Shura hurried forward and put on the prepared black robe for the master.

His deep black eyes turned to Lang Zi, and no one could see the emotion in his eyes clearly, "Lang Zi?"

Lang Zi yawned and sighed, "Unfilial disciple, you don't even call me Master?"

The man curled his thin lips, and said coolly: "It's time to call Master. The Master is so gracious, but I am disrespectful."

As soon as he flicked his sleeves, Lang Zi felt unable to move, as if the rules of the entire small world were overwhelmed in an instant, and he was not allowed to resist the will of the gods here.

Lang Zi sighed, "It hurts, Song Song."

Shura sneered and said, "Since Dao Patriarch dared to come here, isn't he ready to sacrifice himself, why is he calling?"

Lang Zi said: "It's one thing to be willing to die, but another to be afraid of pain. Are you people from other worlds confused?"

Shura:  …

Shura's face darkened, and he flicked his sleeves, not wanting to talk to him any more.

But he used a face similar to Jun Lin's to make expressions and movements that were completely out of line with Jun Lin's habits, which made Lang Zi click his tongue again.

Lang Zi couldn't help thinking: My apprentice is the best-looking, these low-end versions are just pretending, it's not like that at all.

The God of Luohu who had just awakened glanced at him, but his hands loosened, not too much, but it was enough for Lang Zi to catch his breath.

Lang Zi climbed up the pole, and shouted: "It's not impossible to kill me, at least make me faint first? That, Xiang'er, you know that you are afraid of pain as a teacher."

Luo Hu's expression froze for a moment.

He said lightly: "As you wish."

The black air eroded and rushed straight to the door, Lang Zi only felt slightly dizzy in his head, and lost consciousness after a while.

When he woke up again, he was lying down.

His hands were tied, his Taoism was sealed, and his body was covered only with a thin, gauzy robe.

Lang Zi turned his head and saw the back figure sitting cross-legged in the candlelight through the shadowy bed curtain.

The man was wearing the priest's Taoist robe of Yu State, with a white background and black border, which was somewhat similar to his Luoxia robe.

This room is very familiar, it is not the small wooden house in the fragments of the Rahu Realm, and the surrounding atmosphere is mostly demonic, like a small world in a wind tower.But the layout of the house is different from before, it looks a bit like the bedroom where he often lived after reincarnation.

Even the flying dragon carved on the bed rail is exactly the same.

Even with his back turned to him, people not far away knew that he was awake.

After the Creator God, who lost his original world, came to Tianyuan, his own strength was also weakened, and he could barely surpass the God Realm.

Lang Zi wanted to say, there's no need to tie himself up, and since he didn't prove the Tao, he even let go of his sword, neither of them can defeat him.

When the cold voice sounded, he didn't want to say it anymore.

"woke up?"

Lang Zi: "Yes."

The man said: "Do you know why I am waiting for you to wake up?"

Lang Zi thought for a while, licked his lips and said, "Xiang'er, you can't do it like this, can you?"

"..."

"Well, it's the same as a teacher."

"..."

"I said, hurry up, I'll regret it if it's too late. I'll tell you when you blow up the bamboo basket and get water from the bamboo basket."

"To shut up."

Luo Hu couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and came to the bed, squeezed his chin fiercely, and his face became even colder, "Why would this deity fall in love with you..."

Lang Zi blinked and answered, "You don't want to be an old man? Shameless?"

Luo Hu, oh no, King's Landing, his eyes darkened a bit.

Lang Zi couldn't break free from the restraints on his hands, so he raised his leg, hooked Jun Lin's calf with his foot, and smiled, "Are you still coming? Don't be cowardly?"

Come is sure to come.

Jun Lin's Adam's apple rolled, he lowered his head and blocked his chattering mouth, and proved with practical actions that even if the master remembered his past, he would not be shy at all.

This kiss was deep and long, as if wishing to make up for the loneliness in those endless years.

At some point, the useless veil was also thrown away by King's Landing, and the curtain fell, trembling as if it was about to be torn off.

Lang Zi tightly clutched the red rope tied to his hand, his voice was hoarse, but he still found an opportunity to call out: "Rebel, be gentle! As a teacher, your old bones will fall apart... um..."

Feeling that the body is completely unaffected by his own will, like a reed in the wind, unable to shout, Lang Zi thought to himself, look, this is the result of being single for tens of thousands of years, it is easy to say that you are like a wolf or a tiger It's the hungry tiger Benhu!

It really hurts.What a shame, it hurts a lot more than it did 50 years ago.

The power of swordsmanship and the merits of the whole body are gradually lost along the joints, and they are pouring into the person on the body.

In the end, Lang Zi really couldn't make a sound at all.

At this time, he has an immortal body, but he is not much stronger than a monk who has just entered the Tao.

After losing the Dao, his mind was buzzing, and his eyes felt dizzy.

When the wind and rain subsided, Jun Lin wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his face gently.

Lang Zi said weakly: "Untie it for me first."

As soon as Jun Lin raised his hand, the red rope that bound him for an hour turned into fly ash.

Lang Zi felt his neck was wet, he was about to move his wrist, but he turned his palm halfway, caressed Jun Lin's face, and comforted him: "There's nothing to cry about, I'm a master, don't you... eh? "

His fingers touched a piece of warmth.

That wetness was not tears, it was clearly that King's Landing was bowing his head and kissing him.

This tenderness, carefulness and prudence made Lang Zi feel extremely ashamed for no reason, his old face blushed, and he said dully: "Xiang'er, you are going too far."

A muffled laugh came from his ears. At this moment, he was neither Luohu nor King's Landing, as if he was just a young boy who had returned to the silent mountain.

"Master, I am very happy."

Even if you restore your memory, even if I change my identity, you are willing to believe in me completely, and you are willing to be like me.

The intertwining of Taoism and meaning does not necessarily require an intimate union. If the Taoist couple is willing, it can be conveyed only by touching the dantian.

If the Taoist couple is unwilling, even if they swear an oath of Taoism, it is useless to take it by force.

Shura didn't know, and King's Landing didn't know.

The author has something to say:

I think there may be some little angels who can't understand it, and I will explain it in the next chapter!