The villain master does not believe that I love him

Ling Xinglan's bed-climbing behavior became more and more frequent and unscrupulous.

Even one night, the master opened the brocade quilt, and found that there was already a well-behaved boy in the quilt, curled up, sleeping very sweetly, holding his pillow in his arms, with a soft white tail .

Anyone who sees this cute look will soften their hearts.

Lin Hexuan shook him awake and asked Ling Xinglan if he knew how to write the words etiquette, integrity and shame?

The other party was sleepy and said confusedly: "I really don't know how to write."

Then, Ling Xinglan paid a painful price for these words.

Lin Hexuan: "If you don't know how to write, just learn stroke by stroke."

Since then, Ling Xinglan's daily homework has included practicing calligraphy, copying books, memorizing poems, and writing short compositions in addition to Naling. Now he is most afraid of seeing the full text of Lin Hexuan's annotations copied and recited. Life.

"This one, this one, and this one."

Ling Xinglan hurriedly grabbed the book: "Just copy these, right?"

"Except for these three articles, copy them all and practice your handwriting."

Lin Hexuan held up the book, Ling Xinglan jumped up and down, not grabbing it.

Ling Xinglan was out of breath, and his intestines were almost green with regret: "I wouldn't have crawled on your bed if I knew it."

"And add this one."

Lin Hexuan glanced at him, closed the book in his hand, and patted his dejected head.

"Isn't it? If I admit my mistake, I will double it?"

There was a faint smile on Lin Hexuan's lips: "You are not admitting your mistake, you are obviously very stubborn about climbing the bed."

But in the next second Ling Xinglan gave in, he really hates copying books.

"Oh... got it, I won't climb anymore, I will sleep peacefully on my own bed from now on, be a good student who is well-educated, elegant, and wise, and sleep in the side hall at night, not going anywhere, not bothering you gone."

Life is not easy, Lan Lan sighed, he had completely given up on the great cause of bed-climbing master, now the other party should be satisfied, right?

Who knows, after Lin Hexuan heard this, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that he was not happy after all.

Ling Xinglan even leaned over at this time, and said flatteringly: "Master, I have made a mistake. If you read this book, I won't..."

"Very good, no rest if you can't finish copying."

"Hey! Master, why are you like this, why are you like this?"

His master left just like that, capricious and uncertain, which made Ling Xinglan suspect that this person had no heart.

---

Fortunately, Ling Xinglan cried and copied the books for a few days, and Lin Hexuan was finally willing to teach him how to learn swords.

Compared with copying books, Ling Xinglan still prefers to use a sword, because Lin Hexuan's appearance of killing an enemy with a sword is like a god descending from the world, and he wants to learn it too.

Lin Hexuan is a sword cultivator, and he also wants to be a sword cultivator. Whatever Lin Hexuan likes, he also likes.

On the first day of Ling Xinglan's official sword learning in his life, he dressed neatly before dawn and squatted outside the master's hall.

He sat on the railing boredly, staring at the closed palace door without blinking his eyes.

"It's annoying."

He suddenly found that his unhappy things were related to Lin Hexuan, and his happy things were also related to Lin Hexuan. Everything was inseparable from this cold man, but after turning into a human being, he was always cold to him, not as good as before .

There used to be such an unfair relationship in the world.

"Ling Xinglan."

Hearing this deserted voice, the young man raised his head, his eyes lit up with joy, the tail behind his butt flicked, and he ran to the master.

Seeing the young apprentice's enthusiastic eyes, the corners of Lin Hexuan's light-colored lips curved slightly.When she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, there was an indescribable tenderness between her usually indifferent brows.

He was wearing a plain white robe today, faintly embroidered with golden patterns of cranes dancing for nine days, and when he walked, he was radiant, revealing an unattainable luxury in the coldness.

The monks in Changlin Xianshan all wear white clothes, but Ling Xinglan has never seen anyone who looks better in white clothes than Lin Hexuan.

"Master..."

Suddenly there was a breeze, and those pink spring peaches fell down, some fell on their hair, and some fell on them, and the two of them stood silently at the door.

Ling Xinglan was not afraid to look at his master at first, but now after staring at him for a long time, he felt his cheeks were hot, like a fever.

He thought to himself, my God, Master's cultivation is really high! !

The level of cultivation in this world is divided into foundation building stage, golden core stage, Yuanying stage, god transformation stage, emptiness refining stage, and fusion stage. After the Mahayana stage, it is the stage of crossing the catastrophe and becoming a god. Each stage is divided into three stages: front, middle and back. .

His master, Lin Hexuan, the ancestor of the nine phoenixes who lived in Xianshan, is the only Mahayana monk in the world, and he is only one step away from becoming a god after crossing the catastrophe.

Ling Xinglan had long heard that his master had a bad reputation, even if it was a big monster in the fusion stage and Lin Hexuan looked at each other, he would be terrified, and a pet like him who had just transformed and didn't even have a golden core would of course be dizzy after looking at it for a long time , rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath and hot cheeks.

The little apprentice covered his chest, let out a long breath, and sighed: "The Mahayana cultivation base is so terrifying."

Lin Hexuan: "..."

The sword practice field of Jiufeng Palace is wider than the Tianzi practice field. Even the ground is not made of iron rocks, but the finest lapis lazuli spirit stones. If practitioners practice here, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

And there are rows of weapon racks on the far side of the sword practice field, which are Lin Hexuan's private collection. Any monk will go crazy when he sees the magical weapons on it.

"Master, master, what sword technique can I learn now?"

Ling Xinglan wrapped around Lin Hexuan.

Lin Hexuan raised his long eyebrows imperceptibly when he saw the little apprentice's expectant eyes.

He is familiar with almost all the swordsmanship in this world, and he calmly talks about it in front of Ling Xinglan, such as the Changlin swordsmanship of beheading rape and eliminating evil, the domineering and powerful swordsmanship of warding off evil, the crowning swordsmanship of flattening mountains and seas, etc. And so on can come at your fingertips, he sometimes demonstrated, sometimes commented, and talked for half an hour.

Hearing so many powerful swordsmanship, Ling Xinglan was overjoyed. He wished he could finish learning it right away and make a splash: "Then can I learn the crown—"

Lin Hexuan: "No rush, today you learn how to hold a sword first."

Ling Xinglan: "..."

It turns out that what Master said just now has nothing to do with him?

Ling Xinglan walked to the weapon rack again, took a quick look around, and looked back at Lin Hexuan excitedly.

"So many babies, that's great, so what do I use?"

These magical weapons collected from all over the world are also collected by Lin Hexuan with a lot of thought.

Jade-handled dragons, Juque swords, Xuanyuan swords, Zhenyue Shangfang swords, etc. Sword cultivators have to bet on their lives to get the true martial arts of destiny, as well as Fantian seals, Changhong cables, Qibao Linglong pagodas, pure glass bottles, etc. Bizarre baby, simply dazzling.

Lin Hexuan came together one by one, citing scriptures and classics, and was very knowledgeable. Ling Xinglan listened for another half an hour, and he almost died of hunger.

He quickly asked again: "Then what do I use?"

Lin Hexuan handed him a mahogany sword.

Ling Xinglan took the sword, looked at it over and over for a while, and his smile gradually disappeared.

No, no, this is too crude, isn't there any weapon here that is not stronger than the wooden stick in his hand?

It turns out that what Master said just now has nothing to do with him?

Lin Hexuan saw that he was not happy, and explained: "The tree that embraces the tree is born at the end of the hair; the platform with nine stories rises from the earth."

The little apprentice let out a disappointment. While he didn't understand much, his enthusiasm for learning the sword in his heart was reduced a lot, and it was inevitable that he would slack off in his practice.

"Master, this looks simple, but it is so difficult to learn. I don't know how to do it. I want to rest."

Ling Xinglan couldn't make a standard posture no matter what, he frowned, and looked at his master with wide innocent eyes.

How could Lin Hexuan fail to see that this little guy was doing bad things on purpose, and for a moment his brows became indifferent and inaccessible.

"Ling Xinglan, I didn't mean to joke with you just now. Your cultivation base is too low, and it is impossible to learn swords overnight. Those things will harm you. You have to remember that anyone in this world can deceive you. You, only-"

"Master is trying to say, only you will never lie to me?"

Lin Hexuan: "Only practice will not deceive you, because if you can't, you won't."

Ling Xinglan: "...No, no, it's okay."

Hearing this, Lin Hexuan frowned slightly. Once a handsome man like him frowns, people who want to smooth his brows with their hands can go from the fairy mountain to the devil world. Smoothing, it is as difficult as reaching the sky even if it is close.

But he said to Ling Xinglan: "Anything you don't know, anytime, anywhere, I can teach you with my own hands."

After finishing speaking, he walked over slowly and grabbed Ling Xinglan's wrist from behind.

Ah, when did they get so close?

As soon as Ling Xinglan raised his head, he could see Master Master's pursed thin lips, and a pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes showed innate indifference and arrogance, and even the slender eyelashes could be seen clearly.

Bang bang bang.

The heart beats faster and the breath becomes short of breath.

It's coming again, the coercion brought by the cultivation base is coming again.

Ling Xinglan stared at Lin Hexuan's face, thinking that when he was a ferret, he had never been so dizzy when facing Lin Hexuan. Did he become weaker after turning into a human?

"According to the method of controlling the spirit I taught you, let the spirit flow along your meridians and infuse the sword body."

Seeing that Ling Xinglan was still looking around, Lin Hexuan grabbed his hand vigorously, then held the sword, and taught him how to swing the sword body and release the sword energy.

Seen from a distance, it seemed that he embraced his disciple gently and domineeringly in his arms, Ling Xinglan only reached a little above his chest, and it seemed that he was completely engulfed in his embrace.

Master bowed his head to reprimand, his well-shaped lips were still fluttering: "Ling Xinglan, don't be in a daze, don't be distracted, lest the sword qi accidentally hurt others. The so-called sword qi——"

"Come on."

Ling Xinglan couldn't help but stood on tiptoe and gave her a light kiss, and at the end, she stuck out her tongue and licked it.

"call out--"

Lin Hexuan's sword energy flew out and shot off the person's hair crown.

"what!"

Elder Meng covered his head and looked at Lin Hexuan and Ling Xinglan in surprise.

"Well, you Ling Xinglan, why are you attacking me again? You really have no respect, a monster like you shouldn't stay in Changlin Xianshan, let me tell you..."

Ling Xinglan was dumbfounded: "It's not me, I didn't move at all."

Ah, except for the mouth.

Lin Hexuan: "It's me."

Elder Meng changed his words miraculously: "...Ahahahaha, it turns out that it is Master Shizu, the accuracy of this sword is really amazing! I said earlier that when it comes to using swords in this world, no one can match—"

"Why did you come here this time?"

Elder Meng gave Ling Xinglan a hard look, and bowed to explain why he came: "The owner of Tianyin Valley and the owner of Baisheng Building are out to see you."

"What do you want?"

"This……"

Elder Meng showed a vacillating expression, and his eyes swept over Ling Xinglan, obviously very concerned about the presence of such an outsider.

"It's okay."

Elder Meng was extremely unhappy, but he could only endure it.

"There is a sudden change in the Qiankun Reversal Cave. I am afraid that some strangers will come to my cave through the enchantment. Therefore, several seniors have come here to discuss countermeasures."

Ling Xinglan rolled his eyes, just happened to be tired from practice, so he said openly: "Master, if you have something to do, go first, I don't mind."

Lin Hexuan didn't know his lazy thoughts, he glanced at him, raised his hand and pointed, and conjured ten stone puppets out of thin air.

"I'll come back and check."

After leaving this sentence, seeing Ling Xinglan's lazy and failed expression, Master Zu left satisfied.

After Lin Hexuan left, a familiar bird waiter came up.

"It's you, I remember your name is Cuisheng."

Ling Xinglan recognized that this was the Bird Attendant who comforted her last time, and he also taught him how to use the word "name".

The so-called bird attendants are servants transformed from bird spirits, and some of them even retain their wings.

The cultivation world has hated spirits and monsters for a long time, but Lin Hexuan is rare and open-minded, and has taken in many monsters for his errands.Gradually, the monks in Changlin Xianshan began to use demon servants, and the relationship between humans and demons was not as tense as before.

Cuisheng was originally a small kingfisher, very handsome, but with very gorgeous feathers.

He really likes the lovely Mr. Ling, not only because Ling Xinglan is good-looking, but also because none of them are human——

He heard from other senior bird servants that if Mr. Ling was always favored, their lives would be much easier.

So he smiled and nodded to Ling Xinglan, looking very shy: "Young Master Ling is practicing sword, Xiao Nu will help you?"

Cuisheng just saw that the ancestor was quite displeased, but Mr. Ling was still happy and didn't notice it. What if the ancestor got bored?It might as well be him as a guide, which is the best of both worlds.

Ling Xinglan was so angry at the ten intact stone puppets that he vomited blood.

"It's not me practicing swords, it's obviously the swords training me. After hacking for a long time, I haven't broken a single one. I'm so angry."

Suddenly, he rolled his eyes with a sly look.

"Wait, you want to teach me? You know how to use a sword? Cuisheng, help me chop them into ashes."

Cuisheng immediately shook his head, and said cautiously: "This is the homework left by Master Master, please forgive me, young master. You should finish it seriously, or Master Master will definitely punish you when he comes back and sees it."

After listening, Ling Xinglan threw the sword to the ground.

"Why is this homework so difficult? Will you teach me according to my aptitude! Punish me? And punish me for copying books? Can't you do something else?"

He angrily walked up to those stone puppets with expressionless faces. Those stone puppets were as tall as a person, and they could still look at him. The more they looked at them, the more arrogant they became.

Ling Xinglan became hard when he looked at it, his fist hardened.

"Bang!"

Ling Xinglan punched the stone puppet in the stomach with an angry fist.

Cuisheng exclaimed: "Young master, how can you hit a stone with your hands! How dangerous!"

There was only a crackling sound, and the surface of the stone puppet shattered like a spider web, spreading out like flowing water. In an instant, the stone puppet that was still standing just now was smashed to pieces by Ling Xinglan's punch.

"Master's fist is stronger than a sword?" Cuisheng was dumbfounded.

Ling Xinglan also stared at his aching right fist in confusion.

In fact, his hands were white and small, and the clenched fists looked innocent on the surface, but now there were light red bloodshots on the snow-white skin, which made people feel distressed.

"Then I can go to rest right away with one punch now?"

Ling Xinglan's eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a little fox who stole candy.

"Wait, young master," Cuisheng stopped him, "There is a big difference between the fist and the sword. When Master Shizu comes back, it will be obvious at a glance that something is wrong."

"What do you mean, I still have to continue practicing swords? Even if I can punch one punch?" Ling Xinglan frowned.

Cuisheng nodded, and began to talk at length: "Master, you must listen to your master, and don't regret it if you bore him. The little slave was very unhappy when he looked at him just now, and shot off Elder Meng's hair crown again. This is what you do. , Not good. You said last time that you wanted to stay in Jiufeng Palace forever, but now you are clearly running in the opposite direction, you should not do things against him, you must do everything you can to please him."

"I'm going to do everything I can to please him?"

If Ling Xinglan recovers his memory, he must wonder if this Cuisheng secretly read Gongdou's script somewhere.

At this time, Jing Tianxing suddenly appeared in the sword practice field.

Seeing his angry appearance, Jing Tianxing smiled: "Why are you angry here?"

"Oh, it must be because practicing sword is too difficult, what about you?" Ling Xinglan said sullenly.

"Master Master asked me to bring you a sentence. They have to discuss things for a long time. After you finish your homework, leave on your own, don't wait for him."

Ling Xinglan snorted: "I'm bored and tired, and let me go."

Jing Tianxing is obviously not a well-behaved monk, so he naturally doesn't like such rigid teaching. Isn't it stupid to chop at ten stone puppets that are not moving?

So he folded his arms and made a suggestion with a smirk.

"Then I will teach you a way to practice swords that is not boring. It is fun and effective. Would you like to go?"

Ling Xinglan's eyes lit up: "Let's go, hurry up, I won't practice anymore."

"My lord, you can't leave! If you leave, if you haven't finished your homework, the master will blame you! You won't be favored!" Cuisheng hurriedly persuaded him.

Jing Tianxing didn't expect the little guy to be so active, he hesitated: "Then do I need to help you deal with these stone puppets?"

Ling Xinglan walked over and punched each other, smashing each other.

"Let's go out and play... practice sword!"

Sedum Xing: "?"

So, what was he embarrassing just now?