Master tutoring class

The snow outside the window was blown up by the wind, and it was white everywhere, like confetti flying all over the sky.Snow is paper, man-made painting, the person who observes the future of the pen, and the person who picks up the pen is lazy, and simply raises the paper to return the peace of the world.

In this weather, you can still come out and wander around, probably only some "hard work" of robbing houses.

Wen Xiuyuan lay on the bed, listening to the music in the snow from far to near.

It was like the sound of pearls falling into a plate intermittently, attacking from every direction around.

Curly and crisp, piercing clouds and cracking stones.

Wen Xiuyuan squinted his eyes, half lying on the slightly harder pillow.

The music swept the wind and snow and approached the wooden house, pressing towards it from the remote cliff edge in the mountain, becoming more and more urgent and unstoppable.

"coax!"

With a loud bang, the music rushed into the wooden house and exploded in the wooden house.

"It's done!" The white-robed man hiding under the snow was full of joy, pushed the snowdrift above his head and jumped up, happily raised his feet to check the wooden house on the top of the mountain.

The man in charge of the northwest position on the other side was also dumbfounded, "It's just... that simple?"

After standing there for a long time, he suddenly yelled.With a slap on the leg, he said happily, "5000 million spirit stones are here!"

The hurried footsteps rushed to the top of the mountain from all directions, and there were dozens of monks, each with uncontrollable joy on their faces.

Several people met at the top of the mountain, glanced at each other, and couldn't help but compliment each other, "It's better for Brother Suichuan to use the formation to trap him first, and then focus on attacking."

Others chimed in.

One watched the young man rubbing his hands anxiously, "Come on, come on, grab the corpse, and take it back to receive the award."

After speaking, he wiped the spirit ring impatiently, took out a shovel from it and rushed to the house.

"Wait for me!" The men following behind followed suit.

The wooden house collapsed, the cracked wood splashed, and the flames rose from all directions, spreading to every place in an instant.

Curls of black smoke suddenly appeared in this holy world, dazzling abruptly.

The strong winter wind blew by, and the flame went out again with a "poof".

Although the wooden house on the top of the mountain looks simple on the outside, after An Heyi and his apprentice continued to add bricks and tiles to renovate it, the decorations inside have filled every corner.

When the shovel was shoveled, there was a clanging sound.The young man dug hard.

With a "snap", someone slapped the back of the head violently.

"Eldest brother, what are you doing?" He rubbed the back of his head sadly and complained unwillingly.

The senior brother was not polite, and said coldly and fiercely, "What kind of shovel do you use at this time, what if the ashes are mixed with other things?"

The young man lowered his head and pursed his lips, put away the shovel in his hand, and squatted down to search slowly.

The snow fell rustlingly, and a thick layer piled up in no time. The young man shook off the snow all over his body, jumped up and stomped his feet, "It's too hard to find, I'm freezing to death in this damn place."

The young man next to him yawned and said soothingly, "It's okay, if the masters of Yuanshengzong didn't put him here, we might not have been able to beat him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head, "What are you talking about?! Destroy your prestige."

"That's right. Didn't we all kill him? What does that mean?"

The young man next to him chuckled, "It shows that pig teammates are terrible. Thanks to Yuan Shengzong!"

Among the young people, the monk who was called the elder brother by others frowned and scolded, "Don't be careless, look for it quickly!"

The other monks shrank their heads and moved their hands faster.

There was silence on the top of the mountain, and the monks dug more than ten meters into the ground where the traces of the bed could be seen, but they couldn't find Wen Xiuyuan's ashes.

The monks squatted in the pit and lowered their heads wondering, "Why can't I find it? I clearly saw him being bombed."

An extraterrestrial voice came from above, with a hint of laziness, and the tone was inexplicably mocking, "What are you looking for?"

The monk took it for granted, "Ah, ashes."

There is no need to ask this question, didn't I say it a long time ago...? !

Body meal.

With a "swipe", the monks at the bottom of the pit raised their heads one after another.

A familiar face above smiled brightly at them.

The monks swallowed, "I have something to say..."

"woooooo"

In front of his eyes, the thick snowdrifts smashed down layer by layer, burying the monks below tightly with the momentum of encroaching on the mountains and rivers.

Cultivator: "...Speak well"

The cold seeped into the bone marrow.

The ban on the mountain attacked the monks indiscriminately, and the monks buried under the snow shrank back and trembled.

It's so cold!

Wen Xiuyuan stood on the top and stepped on the pit, stepped on it firmly, stepped aside and hugged his chest, staring at the mouth of the pit with bewitching peach blossom eyes, and smiled from the corners of his eyes.

With a "boom", snowflakes splashed in all directions.

Big snowballs smashed towards the surroundings.

The pit exploded, and ten monks jumped out. Facing Wen Xiuyuan, they drew out their swords in unison to block their chests.

Brother, brother, ah, ah, I'm afraid! !

Wen Xiuyuan stood there with a half-smile, not even drawing his sword.

The short young man shouted, "Don't be complacent! Let me tell you, we..."

Look around.

"Ten people, one of you, you surrender quickly! Otherwise we will gang up on you!"

Wen Xiuyuan didn't reply, just looked at him quietly, and with just this one look, he walked away with incomparable power, which made the young man faint.

Seeing the nervousness of the former apprentices opposite, Wen Xiuyuan chuckled lightly and said casually, "Why are you sent here this time? Is there no one in the sect?"

He seems to remember that these are the most unpromising disciples in his sect, so unpromising that they can impress him deeply.

Cultivator: "..."

Hurt... hurt self-esteem.

The monks' faces froze, and they shouted, "Group fight! Go!"

The wind passed by, like thunder bursts, and deafening sounds came from all directions.

The black smoke flashed across the sky, as if night had fallen, and it returned to its original color in an instant.

A prison cage was raised on the ground in the surrounding snow, and the blue light flowed.

The monks paused.

A little dazed.

Hundreds of streamers flashed across the air, and the monk below looked at the colorful streamers with a dull face.

"Elder brother, Rainbow Hey!"

After a "snap", there was another howl.

The monk known as the big brother scolded impatiently, "Fighting! What are you doing?! Don't you plan to fight alone in the future when there are many people?"

As soon as the words fell, the other monks reacted, grabbed their weapons and rushed towards Wen Xiuyuan.

Unexpectedly, the sole of the foot slipped.

"Ow—"

"Who threw the melon rind?!"

He raised his finger to the sky angrily.

"Boom", thunder fell from the sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the monk ran away in fright.

Wen Xiuyuan: "..."

The monks all backed away in horror, and found that they couldn't move after walking a few steps.

Looking around, there are monks all around, covering the entire snow field on the top of the mountain, wearing the costumes of various peaks, with the logo of Yuanshengzong hanging on their shoulders.

Cultivator: "..."

He looked around in horror.

Hua Xiangran stood opposite and looked at them with a sneer.

The monks trembled all over.

A majestic voice sounded from the top of the snow-capped mountain, "What did you say just now that no one wants to do it?"

The master next to him spat out the watermelon core in his mouth and said with a smile, "Group fight."

When the last word fell, hundreds of masters and elders in the snow all took out their weapons, and those without weapons pulled out their melon skins, and went towards the monks, saying in unison, each word, "group, beat, yo—"

Come on!

……

Ahhhhhhh stop hitting!

Wen Xiuyuan nodded to the crying monks with a smile on his face, his eyes full of appreciation.

As expected of my disciples, out of ten out of three hundred, the green out of the blue is better than the blue.

Ah.

An Heyi hurried back to the snow mountain. Before leaving, he asked the masters and elders of the sect to help him take care of his apprentices. He didn't know how many masters and elders would come over.

Stepping on the flying sword and falling down, he hurried towards the direction of the wooden house. As soon as he appeared, he was startled by the masters and elders on the top of the mountain.

This... so much? !

Looking at the scene in front of him in a daze, An Heyi scanned around a few times, looking for Wen Xiuyuan.

Finally found him in a corner.

Wen Xiuyuan and other masters moved a small table to roast chicken legs together. There were melons, fruits and drinks on the table, and a warm cover was used to protect it.

Confused, An Heyi closed his eyes, blinked vigorously, and opened them again.

The scene in front of him has not changed.

"???"

The monks who were tied up on the snow had tears streaming from their mouths, looking bitterly at the masters who ate chicken legs, envious, and shivering in the snow.

A master took out a scratching brush to "extract a confession by torture" and stretched it out at the most serious disciple.

I saw the disciple was crying, his body was trembling, and his face was still stiff.

The master next to him sighed, "It's really not easy to maintain the personality these days."

The disciple paused and nodded with tears.

Another disciple who was trembling with laughter next to him cried, "Why? Why don't you doubt him?"

The assailant on the opposite side stopped his hand, and stared fiercely at him, "My friends, he thinks we are stupid because of our sand sculptures?!"

Out of nowhere came an angry rebuke, "Damn it!"

In an instant, countless swords, guns, swords and sticks threw at the monks who were tied to the ground.

"Ahhhh!"

The sound of hard iron hitting was continuous.

An Heyi stared blankly at this scene, feeling inexplicably sympathetic in his heart.

After the beating, the master squeezed through the crowd and walked over, patted An Heyi on the shoulder, "Relieve your anger, do you want to try it too?"

After speaking, without waiting for An Heyi to reply, he pulled out a big hammer from the spirit ring.

Feeling like there were two tables, the monks who were tied up cried out, showing fear.

……

In the snow, hundreds of masters and elders looked over in unison.

This hammer is really conspicuous.

The monks looked at it stupidly, but didn't react for a long time.

When he finally woke up, he cried and shouted.

"I was wrong ah ah ah ah ah ah master save me ah ah"

An Heyi looked down at the big hammer and remained silent.

"Pfft" sounded.

Wen Xiuyuan watched and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The author says:

Masters of Yuansheng: Who are the pig teammates?

Monk: Me!It's us!

Masters of Yuansheng: Hee hee, be good.

I eat melon, you eat melon rind.