Master tutoring class

When An Heyi came to Xiaoyaozong, the disciple at the door yelled and ran towards the door in panic.

The black shirt swayed extremely fast in the wind, shouting, "The robbers are coming, the robbers are coming."

An Heyi stood outside the barrier in a daze, not knowing why.

After a while, he saw a monk with his clothes open and frightened running over in a hurry from the opposite side. It was Zhu Wusheng.

Seeing An Heyi, Zhu Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief, "So it's you, fellow Taoist."

With a solemn expression, An Heyi bowed to him, and asked politely, "Tanyu, I'm here to bother you because I need to ask the suzerain about something. I wonder if the suzerain can make it easier for me?"

"Of course, if you don't fight, it's fine if you don't fight." Zhu Wusheng, who had just finished chasing and killing the disciples in the sect, patted his chest sadly, to soothe his frightened heart.

An Heyi was a little puzzled when he saw Zhu Wusheng's actions, but he didn't care so much and went straight to the point, "I heard that Wen Jing went to Xiaoyaozong recently, is this true?"

Zhu Wusheng was taken aback, "No, I've never heard of someone named Wen Jing."

An Heyi frowned, feeling a little distressed.Remembering that Wen Jing is always being hunted down by his disciples, there must be some disguise, so he asked again, "So there are monks who were hunted down and went to Xiaoyaozong?"

Zhu Wusheng's face collapsed, "What was hunted down to the Xiaoyao Sect, our sect has always been hunted down, and those who were hunted down are all in our sect."

An Heyi hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, "Then may I ask which masters have been hunted down recently? Can Tan Yu meet you?"

Zhu Wusheng glanced vigilantly and hesitated.

An Heyi handed over a stone of high-grade herbal medicine, and Zhu Wusheng smiled, and without saying a word, with a move, he summoned the master who was hunted down recently in the door.

An Heyi stared ahead, his ebony black eyes were quiet and persistent, waiting for the coming masters.

The wind blew through his sleeves, lifting his blue hair and fluttering softly with the wind.She is dressed in white and snowy, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, standing on one side, with a calm demeanor, like a picture of a fairy who is independent from the world.

The disciple next to Zhu Wusheng stood opposite, quietly sucked his saliva, and was slapped to the ground by Zhu Wusheng's slap.

"It's not shameful to be ashamed!"

An Heyi didn't pay attention here, and glanced down when he heard the sound.

With a sound of "dong", the disciple who was trampled by Zhu Wusheng's feet widened his eyes, and was hit hard by Zhu Wusheng on the head.

far away.

A few bells rang, a few cranes honked, a few roars, all kinds of clear and distant voices sounded from the Xiaoyao Sect, An Heyi stood where he was, staring closely at the direction of the sound.

The sound was so loud that even Zhu Wusheng couldn't help but put on earplugs.

In a blink of an eye, the originally empty square was completely filled with monks.

An Heyi: "?"

Zhu Wusheng nodded to An Heyi, "It's all here, these are the masters who were hunted down in the past week."

As he spoke, he glanced back, then turned back, "The masters of the entire sect are here too."

"..."

It was the first time for him to understand the sinister teacher-student relationship of other sects so clearly and intuitively.

I don't know whether to sympathize or admire.

Xiaoyaozong's clothing has never been uniform, and there are all kinds of clothes. They gathered in the square and put together a clothes shop.

There are twenty or thirty of them in red clothes alone.

An Heyi scanned them one by one, but couldn't find Wen Jing.

Although there is no certainty of finding it this trip, but when the facts are in front of us, it is still inevitable to be a little disappointed.

Sigh slightly.

"Master, please help me, look how good-looking he is, there is no normal master like him in our entire sect."

Zhu Wusheng stomped hard on the disciple's face on the ground.There was a crackling sound behind him, and the masters smashed all the spiritual weapons in their hands.

I really can't speak!

Zhu Wusheng raised his eyes to look at An Heyi, scratched his head and said helplessly, "Then tell me about Wen Jing's appearance, habits, and common things. I'll help you take a look."

An Heyi saluted gratefully, and took out the fan that Zongmen found.

Zhu Wusheng paused, hesitated for a moment, "It looks familiar".

An Heyi's eyes flashed, and he asked anxiously, "Sect Master, please think about it carefully."

Just as he was hesitating, An Heyi raised his hand and took out ten spirit swords from the spirit ring. Zhu Wusheng only saw it, his eyes glowed and he clapped his hands.

"It's easy to say, I will definitely ask you out today."

As he spoke, he called out to his disciples, "Go and send the deputy suzerain here."

The disciple grimaced, "Sect Master, the deputy sect master is sleeping at this time, I will be beaten to death in the past."

Zhu Wusheng waved his hands, "When can't you sleep? Come on, Zhuifeng Talisman, you knock a gong in front of his door, and you can run away after knocking."

The disciple choked.Glancing at him sadly, he reluctantly took the talisman paper.

An Heyi stared blankly at this operation.

It has nothing to do with the matters of the masters, so Zhu Wusheng waved his hands to let the masters in the square disperse.

The masters behind him ran over, and were called back by Zhu Wusheng, it was a waste of time.Before he left, he was not reconciled, and threw things at Zhu Wusheng.A master with a good temper threw melon rind and melon seeds, and a master with a bad temper threw a sword.

An Heyi handed over the wound medicine made by Shi Mingda with a stiff face, Zhu Wusheng took it with a smile, and said soothingly, "It's okay, it won't hurt, even if it hurts, it won't be serious."

As he spoke, he carefully placed the wound medicine on his chest.

After a moment of silence, An Heyi silently moved his eyes away.

... so miserable.

I thought that the suzerain would be like his senior brother.

Zhu Wusheng accompanied An Heyi to stand on both sides of the barrier, the red flag of Xiaoyaozong was planted on the door flamboyantly, and the golden thread on it fluttered, meeting An Heyi's blue silk, entangled with each other, and fit together like scattered hair bring.

Another snort.

An Heyi quietly observed the Xiaoyao Sect's square. The flowers beside the square were in full bloom, colorful and colorful. Unexpectedly, the carefree Xiaoyao Sect was also a sect that would seriously plant flowers.

Zhu Wusheng followed An Heyi's eyes and smiled, "How is it, do you look good? We just changed the flowers yesterday, and we will change another kind tomorrow."

"What?" An Heyi didn't understand, did the flowers fade so quickly?

Zhu Wusheng didn't explain to him either.

This is really too much movement behind.

"Ahhhhh, suzerain, save me!!!" The former disciple ran back again, with a dark energy behind him, and a black energy came out from behind, occupying a large area.

The flowers in the flower bushes were swaying, and petals fell all over the ground after a while.

The Ling Xiao sword behind An Heyi trembled.

Zhu Wusheng stretched out his hand, "Stop! My own people!" Turning his head and shouting to the rear, "Big brother, big brother, don't cut it, you are being taken advantage of—"

An Heyi's pupils trembled slightly.

say him?

The black mist behind him gradually dissipated, the disciple beside him trembled, and a young man with a baby face came out of the mist.

Seeing An Heyi raised a bright smile, he looked a little cute, "Hello, guest, what service do you need? Kill someone for [-] yuan, kidnap the master for [-] yuan, ask someone for [-] yuan."

An Heyi was silent for a moment, stretched out his slender fingers to touch the spirit ring, and handed over three thousand.

Babyface nodded in satisfaction, "May I ask who you are looking for?"

"Wen Kyung."

The baby face paused, the smile on his face disappeared, and he blinked, "I can't help. But if you don't refund the money, I can tell you what his trumpet is?"

"Who?"

"why"

Pupils shrink.

"Or help the boat"

Ling Xiao sword unsheathed.