debt repayment

This is not pleasant, and I still said it in front of Zishu.You Zishu was very angry, and immediately retorted: "Uncle, I have only been in the sect for a few years, how long have you been in the sect, how can I compare with you? I have eliminated a few demons and subdued a few demons, and put them in the sect. Naturally, it’s not enough to look at, unlike you, senior uncle, who obviously possesses a powerful magic weapon similar to my senior brother Ziwang, why didn’t I see that you, like senior brother, are praised by other immortal friends?”

Duan Zhongming said angrily: "You brat dare to talk back!"

"I have never seen you get rid of demons in a serious way, and go to the school to give a lecture to us juniors. What kind of skills are you? Slightly, slightly, slightly!"

At this time, Zishu was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was very naughty at heart. He immediately stretched his eyes wide with his fingers, and stuck out his tongue to make a face at Duan Zhongming.

He has been displeased with this uncle for a long time, and he has done a great career since he obviously hasn't seen him, and he is so arrogant because his uncle is the suzerain!

Besides, there are two full generations between Patriarch Duan Lang and his nephew. The senior brothers all said in private that Duan Zhongming can live for so long because of his uncle feeding him with elixir until his body can no longer take the medicine. Only after he survived his life did he reluctantly become the first disciple of the Scarlet Cloud Sect.

"This brat is begging for beating! See if I don't peel your skin, make you look like a disrespectful elder, arrogant and unreasonable!"

Duan Zhongming was very angry, and he was about to fight. You Zishu had already prepared, he sacrificed the sword given by his mentor a few days ago, jumped on the sword, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The child had just learned how to fly with the sword a few days ago, and with his courage, he stood on the sword and ran around like a shooting star.

At this time, You Zishu's body has not been raised yet, like Quanying's Daotong fake body, he is a short radish with short head and thighs, it is extremely difficult to find balance during the high-speed flight, standing on the sword precariously, almost falling With the sword gone, there is no trace of the appearance of the young Pianpian in the future.

In front of the eyes, the clouds are crashing, and the wind is rushing.The young man woke up from the excitement of his quick tongue, only to feel that the sword under his feet couldn't be controlled. There seemed to be a mischievous ghost living in the sword. He pointed to the east, but it was going to fly west; he pointed to the green grass. grassland, it insists on going towards the steep cliff.

The jagged sharp rock was getting closer and closer, and blood was about to splash on the cliff, so he had to yell, throw away his sword and run away, falling into the abyss where the sound of huge water flowed.

Just as he was thinking about whether he was going to fall to his death or be drowned, he suddenly felt a gust of wind under his waist and lifted him up.

"You child, you are so naughty. Tell me, if this seat hadn't passed by, and such a good seedling of yours would have been folded on the mountain like this, who would this seat cry to?"

The person supporting him sighed helplessly, and his words were full of the love and pampering of the elders.

There was a "boom" in the boy's mind, and he was stunned for a long time with his mouth half open, before he stammered: "Zong, Zongzhu!"

Although he is the most popular seed among the younger generation, he is not a direct disciple of the suzerain -- suzerain Duan has not accepted disciples for many years.

Except for the major celebrations in the sect, he rarely had a chance with him.

I don't want to see the suzerain so rarely, but I am in such a predicament.The young man felt ashamed and indignant for a moment, not knowing what to do.

The young man in front of him had a gentle demeanor, and a pair of bright eyes looked at him quietly with a smile.

His appearance is also handsome, like a cloud clustered with birds.

This is Duan Lang, the Patriarch of the Scarlet Cloud Sect?

In other words, this is someone else wearing Duan Lang's skin.

Although she didn't know what role he played in the conspiracy to slaughter the Xianmen, Quan Ying secretly felt that this person was not simple.

For some reason, this person still looks familiar.He and Song Hui'an looked at each other and found that the other party meant the same thing.

"Don't be so reckless in the future," Duan Lang said softly, "I just learned Yujian and then I went crazy in a few days, what should I do if something happens in the future?"

Zi Shu's face turned red immediately, and he said, "Well, it won't happen again, this time it's a personal grievance, it's an accident... Brother, disciple, thank you Patriarch for teaching, I will definitely not mess around like this in the future! "

"It doesn't matter if you mess around, you have to have that ability to mess around," Duan Lang said with a smile, "Are you thirteen this year? You have excellent aptitude and can learn everything quickly, but you are too irritable and easy to cause trouble. How about it, turn around This seat will tell Yun Xing that after you finish practicing the intermediate-level exercises of the sect, your schoolwork will be checked by this seat in the future."

Yunxing is Zishu's master.

The young man was almost dazzled by the sudden ecstasy, forgot how to speak for a while, just stared blankly at Duan Lang's handsome face, and swallowed.

"……metropolitan."

"Why?"

"Aren't you teasing the disciple?"

"Why do you think so?"

"The brothers and uncles all said that the suzerain likes to find the younger generation to be happy, catch one to tease each other, suzerain, do you still remember my name?"

Duan Lang said with a smile: "What is the silly child thinking? You Zishu, are you afraid that I won't be able to remember your child's name?"

The two fell to the surface.Duan Lang put Zishu down the sword.The young man looked at the little boy's rosy white face, and couldn't help laughing: "I will let you here, and punish you to go back to bed by yourself, and you are not allowed to use the sword today."

"well."

"Learn your skills, silly boy."

Duan Lang rubbed his hairy head.

Encouraged by the suzerain, You Zishu is like a chicken blood, more diligent and hardworking, he gets up earlier than a chicken, and sleeps later than a dog.He is talented, intelligent, strong-tempered, and never falls behind.Although he has an arrogant personality, he is a completely different person when he meditates. The mantra that mediocre people can only comprehend in a year or two, is placed in front of him, like a dish, and he understands it in a few clicks.

He formed a golden elixir at the age of 14, and he was not fed with medicine. His life is so good, I am afraid that there is smoke from the ancestral grave.

At this speed of practice, he might be able to break through the Nascent Soul before the age of 20, and his future is promising.

Let's talk about the end of the practice at the cloud walk, the young man confidently flew to the deep forest canyon with his sword, and landed in front of Duan Lang's wooden pavilion.

The young man smiled and went out to greet him.

"Sovereign. The disciple has finished his homework with Master Yunxing and has come to you."

Duan Lang said: "I know it. It's just that I didn't expect it to be so fast. You are really an immeasurable good boy."

After finishing speaking, he greeted Zishu and entered the house.

The handwriting of the master of Xianmen is really extraordinary. Zishu practiced under his sect for several months, and his cultivation base improved by leaps and bounds.Judging from Zishu's memory, Duan Lang loves this extremely talented junior, and he emphasizes basic skills. Most of his teaching is practical spells. Because Shu Shu's saber is already a rare and famous sword, Duan Lang did not give away his son again. Calligraphy treasure.

"Sect Master, I want to make a lotus lantern like Senior Brother Wang."

"Little fool, how old are you, how old is your brother Ziwang?" Duan Lang patted his forehead and said dotingly, "You don't have the mana to drive that magic weapon, don't rush to run before you learn to walk. This matter waits Let’s talk about it after you cultivate to Nascent Soul.”

After practicing with Duan Lang for a few months, Zishu lost the cautiousness he had at the beginning, and stuck out his tongue, "Okay, when I reach the Nascent Soul, suzerain, you can make a lamp for me to play with."

Duan Lang just smiled and said nothing.

Zishu's life in the sect is mostly spent in resting dojos and quiet rooms. Duan Lang is an excellent teacher, and he is worthy of being the leader of the sect.

But in Zongmen, Zishu had never seen the technique of refining ghosts.

Although he practiced at Duan Lang's place, he didn't live with him. He went back and forth between the two places with his sword every day, and followed Duan Lang's teachings, and didn't bother him at night.Only one night when he was 15 years old, he comprehended the mantra at night, and on a whim, he flew over to tell him the good news.

He is used to it, he thought of scaring Duan Lang at night, Duan Lang would not punish him.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the wooden pavilion, I saw candlelight in the pavilion.

He felt strange, Xindao suzerain was the suzerain after all, and he was busy with affairs, but he still occupied him, so he couldn't help but feel guilty.

As soon as he jumped off the sword, a tall figure suddenly rushed out of the wooden pavilion, silent, only waving a whip to greet him.

Zishu was startled, and the incoming man made a sharp and ruthless move, attacking his vitals like a delicate puppet.He was not an opponent at all, and he was defeated after only a few moves.

It happened that the moon was covered by dark clouds tonight, and the forest where Duan Lang lived was extremely dense, and there was no light in the forest.He couldn't see the man's face at all.

If it is a ghost with powerful mana, it is too scary. Firstly, where did Duan Lang's suzerain mansion come from such filth; secondly, there is no evil spirit on the visitor.He can still understand the difference between the living and the dead.

Zishu's head was covered with sweat, and he was about to call for help when he saw two more people rushing out of the wooden pavilion.

He was so familiar with Duan Lang that he knew he was coming just by the sound of footsteps.

"careful!"

Duan Lang gave a soft drink.In the darkness, Zishu didn't know what kind of magic he used, but he restrained the man in an instant.

With a muffled sound, the whip fell to the ground.

The man stood stiffly on the spot, roaring like a trapped animal, as if he still had a lot of strength in him, as soon as he stepped forward, he would be torn to pieces.

Seeing Duan Lang, Zi Shu quickly ran to Duan Lang as if seeing his parents again: "Sect Master!"

Duan Lang sighed: "Why are you here?"

"I understood the mantra you let me understand two days ago, so I came to you to get a new one..."

Now that there are outsiders present, it is not easy for him to say some coquettish and intimate words, so that people can hear the secrets between the two that cannot be understood by outsiders. Duan Lang has also acted like an elder, and just smiled benevolently.

The person standing aside asked: "Sect Master Duan, is this child...?"

"This is the disciple who practiced under my sect, You Zishu," Duan Lang said in a loud voice, "Zishu, this is Sect Master Liu of Jingshui Wuwei Sect, and this is his beloved disciple Zou Mi, Daoist Zou."

Sect Master Liu said with a smile: "It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Xiao You. I was really sorry just now. My disciple is sincere and guarded. He seems to be stunned. He didn't know that you would come to find your master in the middle of the night, so he thought he was a foreign thief." If he breaks in, he will hit you. I'm really sorry, he really isn't a bad guy."

This is Taoist Zou who is especially good at exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits?

Zishu's heart is simple, and he glanced at the puppet-like person again, the monks outside his mind are really strange, and their Chi Yunzong's kung fu method is the best to cultivate himself into this strange appearance.

[The author has something to say: Tomorrow we will start school

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