Master, you think too much

what way?

Sangzi thought silently.

Since ancient times, it has been worn thousands of times, flattering is not worn, flattering is the best...

Flattering... Hey, there it is!

Sangzi smiled slightly, and looked around with beautiful eyes.

Su Boli yelled in his heart that it was not good.

——Master, what do you want to do again?

Sangzi lowered her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes glistened under her eyelids, like admiration, nostalgia, remorse, and sorrow...

He said in a clear voice, "The scenery of Mu Yunzong really lives up to its reputation. It deserves to be called a 'fairy scene'. The clouds and mists come out of the mountains, the birds cry out, and the mountains and streams alternate with each other. It's so gloomy..."

A group of suzerains fell silent.

...It's all because we are not very knowledgeable, we don't know that birds can breathe clear in the dense fog of sleepy people!

Sang Zi is not very knowledgeable either. After spelling out a few ancient poems memorized by rote hundreds of years ago, he can't think of other new words.

Thinking of flattering and making everyone happy, he cleared his throat and prepared to be down-to-earth.

"The unknown wild flowers bloom so fragrantly, the golden pine grows so green, the sun shines so warm in the heart like spring, and even the clothes of the disciples of the elder suzerain are so eye-catching! Cough... It really makes me linger..."

Sangzi finally found the opportunity to praise their costumes!I am very happy.

The corners of Su Boli's mouth twitched again and again.

Master, did you succeed in playing the cards in the usual way?

"So Sangzi Sect Master took his disciples last night to see the clouds, the fog, the flowers, the trees, and listen to the birds?" Mo Chongxiu couldn't help but ask.

"Yes."

All the suzerains had different expressions when they heard this, some were livid, some were pale.

You really treat us like idiots... If we don't get angry, your hometown will treat us like sick cats!

... We, we won't get angry for you to see!

"Thank you Sangzi Sect Master for your kindness, please take your seat."

The three-inch long and one-inch wide short ones are arranged in order from left to right like a king's banquet, but there is no dragon chair on it, and the first one on the left and right is the upper seat.

The slightly burly purple-robed suzerain left Sang Zi the first seat on the right, and sat directly opposite him.

The meaning of flattering is very clear: We, Mu Yunzong, treat you as a distinguished guest higher than the suzerain!

Su Boli signaled that he was going to the venue where the disciples of the Xiuyun Sect should sit.

Sang Zi gave him a hand, and pushed him to sit on the low second seat of his own, opposite to the smiling Great Elder.

This goes beyond.

Mo Chongxiu, who was sitting in the lower position in Subori, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't the Sect Master Sangzi think there is something wrong?"

inappropriate?It is wrong.

... If the great suzerain hadn't appointed him by name, Sangzi would have let Su Boli sit in his place!

Xiangyun, who was stuck in Subori with Mo Chongxiu, covered her sleeves and smiled, "No, I don't know what Sangzizong's idea is. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's just a place. If you really care about it, sit with the nephew That one is still the deity, not you, Sect Master Mo."

Mo Chongxiu shut up.

Just after dinner, Sang Zi regretted it.

The food on the disciples' side was served in pots with unlimited supply, but on their side, all the spiritual fruit teas were placed in front of them, and there was no real dish!

None!

Sangzi wanted to scold me, why did he forget about the fact that these old guys are all above the Yuanying level, and they have already been bigu!

My apprentice hasn't completely bigu yet!

It's Sangzi's fault.

Subori has reached the end of the foundation building period, and he will be able to fast tomorrow, and he will not die if he does not eat for a long time.

Sangzi is still not used to him, and insists on feeding him on time and in quantity every day, and what he feeds is still good food.

It's fine now, suddenly without eating for a day and a night, Su Boli must not be able to bear the hunger and exhaustion brought by the body's instinct.

Hunger brings exhaustion, exhaustion brings hunger, and so on...

Nima!Hungry and tired, how can the protagonist fight? !

Sangzi is most afraid of this. Generally speaking, under the premise that the protagonist has a certain combat power, the weaker the protagonist is, the stronger the opponent will be.When the protagonist becomes really strong, except for the real *oss, everything else is cannon fodder.

Su Boli took a sip of tea, forced himself to smile at his master who was looking anxiously at him.

Xiangyun also realized this, her face was a little ugly.Su Boli is the eldest disciple of Sangzi's first sect, and a senior brother recognized by the whole sect of Xiuyun Zong (forcibly), representing the face of the disciples of the whole sect.

Although Su Boli is a monk at the completion of foundation establishment, but I heard that he is actually not very strong...

With such a good opportunity to show her strength and slap Xiu Yunzong in the face, Xiangyun believes that there will definitely be many people who come to Su Boli.

For some reason this morning, Sangzi didn't bring him here, the fun was over, and the warm-ups were warmed up.From a certain point of view, this afternoon was a fierce battle for Su Boli.

The suzerains sipped their tea leisurely, without saying anything, each with a peaceful and gentle expression.

... just waiting to see the joke.

Seeing them like this, Sangzi's heart tightened.

What do they mean?Want to see yourself off the hook?Underestimate the protagonist?Want to see the protagonist joke?

Really, really...Although it doesn't sound good, but if possible, Sang Zi would really like to kill these old guys on the spot...cough.

"The head disciple of the deity... I wonder if the Sect Master of Sangzi remembers it?" Mo Chongxiu sneered with an unconcealable sneer, and smirked.

Su Boli listened with pricked ears.

"Oh?" Sang Zi raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Li Yunzong's disciple, "Is that the child who doesn't like to care about others?"

Su Boli looked in the direction of Sangzi's fingertips... Where is it?Where is the guy who admires the master?

"Yes." Mo Chongxiu lifted his chin slightly, and smiled even more proudly, "Jiuxi is a very talented Tianlinggen. It has only been eight years, and now he has advanced from the seventh level of Qi Condensation to the middle stage of Jindan."

"It's not bad." Sang Zi wiped off the cold sweat in his heart, not only is it not bad, it's much faster than when he used the spiritual fruit to cultivate!

"Hey, he's very talented. At the beginning, he wanted to worship Sangzi Sect Master as his teacher, but it's a pity that Sangzi Sect Master didn't want to accept him..."

"In the end, you took advantage of me." Sangzi also imitated his tone with a bit of embarrassment, which sounded cheap and unflattering...

Mo Chongxiu was stymied, Sang Zi said clearly, so what if he is your inner disciple, but he just picked up the little shoes that the deity didn't want to wear...

"Jiuxi heard that Sangzi suzerain recently accepted a very good pair of spiritual roots, so I want to ask for advice. I wonder if you agree with nephew Su Boli?"

Heh, the experienced Jindan middle stage vs the rookie who is still in the foundation building stage, it is clear at a glance who wins and who loses.

Sangzi overturned the table and said coldly, "Who is your nephew, don't bark! Subori, don't mind..."

"I agree." Su Boli lowered his head, but kept his back straight.

He was a bit afraid to see his master's incredulous expression, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "I want to try it, I hope the master will allow it."