Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

It never occurred to Xi Feiluan that his bad-tempered younger brother would one day become a good teacher.

On the square, Yu Sheng was standing next to the two of them holding a small bamboo stick, his eyes swept over Xi Feiluan and Meng Xiangyang who were practicing martial arts from time to time.

The two of them were assigned a practice task by Yu Sheng early in the morning: swinging a sword/spear five hundred times.

The two practiced diligently in the square, one with "Grateful" written on their faces, and the other with "Painful", and Xi Feiluan was naturally the latter.

After only a hundred or so swings, Xi Feiluan wanted to quit. Yu Sheng's eyes often swept over him when he swung the gun, and he always felt that there was nothing left of his details. However, his body, which has practiced martial arts for many years, has already formed a habit in every move. He tried hard to cover up, but he didn't seem to be able to cover up much.

Maybe if he swung it again, Yu Sheng would suddenly grab his arm, and said viciously: "Why do you move your hands so much like my senior brother!"

A faint sentence floated from behind: "Why do you move your hands so much like my elder brother?"

Xi Feiluan was pressed the pause button.

After a while, he turned his head slowly, his movements like rusted metal parts.Behind him, Meng Chaoxing was standing on the side of the road, staring at him.

The words just now were asked by Meng Chaoxing.

Xi Feiluan's heart dropped to the point of his throat, but he couldn't fall completely, Meng Xiangyang at the side also stopped his sword, a little rusty and respectful as a master.

Xi Feiluan also followed Taoist Uncle Hao, Meng Chaoxing walked over, looked at Yu Sheng standing beside him with strange eyes: "You taught?"

Yu Sheng didn't respond.

Meng Chaoxing said again: "This is...how can you act well?"

Yu Sheng lowered his eyes slightly: "I suddenly felt recently that I used to be too negligent in disciplining my apprentices, causing them to leave me without even the power to protect themselves. This is really wrong, so I decided..."

"No no no needless to say!" Meng Xiangyang shook his head desperately, trying to shake Yu Sheng, who was exuding the halo of a virtuous teacher, out of his mind, and held back the phrase "You are sick" in his throat for a long time , he finally held back, and after a long while, he said stiffly with a blue face: "You are busy, you continue to be busy..."

"Walk slowly." Yu Sheng regained his indifference for a second, and turned his head to look at Xi Feiluan and Meng Xiangyang.

The two hurriedly picked up their weapons again, and practiced tremblingly.

Half an hour later, the practice of the morning class was finished, and the sun was already high. The two walked along the road to Fuhua Peak. Yu Sheng walked in the front, Meng Xiangyang followed behind with his head held high, and Xi Feiluan was dejected at the end. Dragging the gun like a frost-beaten eggplant.

Yu Sheng seemed to have eyes behind her back, she suddenly turned her head while walking, and glanced at Xi Feiluan through Meng Xiangyang: "Tired?"

Xi Feiluan straightened her back and quickened her pace, pretending to be full of energy.

After returning to Fuhua Peak and walking into the courtyard, Xi Feiluan thought he could finally stay away from Yu Sheng, but Yu Sheng stopped Xi Feiluan who was about to go to the side hall: "Don't go back, come to my hall, I will accept you After the two, I haven't been able to get a good understanding of your level."

Xi Feiluan thought he had discovered something again, and his whole body was stiff: "No, no, no level."

"Junior brother is amazing!" Meng Xiangyang seemed to have several mouths suddenly: "Junior brother is not only good at shooting spears, but also his swordsmanship is even more superb. When he was in the East China Sea, his sword skills were simply astonishing! Then, and then again, those merman swish, swish, swish..."

Meng Xiangyang gestured with his sword, and Yu Sheng glanced at the pale Xi Feiluan, and said inexplicably, "Oh, really?"

Xi Feiluan's face gradually showed a Buddha-nature expression of life and death.

It's really over now.

Unexpectedly, until Meng Xiangyang's chatter was over, Xi Feiluan didn't get any reassurance, Yu Sheng pushed open the corner door of the main hall, turned around and said, "Come in."

Meng Xiangyang: "Alright, Master!"

"..." Xi Feiluan bit the bullet and went in.

Perhaps the space is too large, and the main hall is much colder than the side hall where Xi Feiluan usually lives. Yu Sheng pointed at the futon next to the square table with his chin: "Sit down."

Xi Feiluan and Meng Xiangyang obediently sat down opposite the square table. With nothing to talk about, Meng Xiangyang suddenly became more reserved. They knelt and sat opposite Yu Sheng, staring at the edge of the table, as if they were coming Palace test.

"You belong to the Meng family in Qiongdu, right?" Yu Sheng glanced at Meng Xiangyang.

Meng Xiangyang nodded like pounding garlic.

Xi Feiluan vaguely felt that this word was somewhat familiar.

"What about you?" Yu Sheng tilted his head.

Xi Feiluan thought that this day has finally come.

Fortunately, he was ready.

He briefly recalled the identity information that Fei Zhe had prepared for him at the beginning, pondered for a moment, and began to recite. There are nineteen members of the family who live on farming, and everyone in the village is surnamed Lin. My name was given by my grandfather, which means that the Lin Family Village will become rich and rich, and gold will be everywhere..."

However, Yu Sheng pinched the center of his brows, his expression became darker and darker, as if written on his face: Have you finished?

Xi Feiluan's voice gradually became quieter, until he no longer knew what he said wrong, which caused Yu Sheng's face to darken.

The hall was quiet for a while, Yu Sheng let out a breath of foul air slowly, and started talking again: "How many people are there in your family?"

Xi Feiluan: "Very, a lot."

"Oh—then before you came to Zongli, did you practice martial arts at home?"

Meng Xiangyang: "I've learned it, my family hired a teacher when I was four years old, and I have been teaching it."

Yu Sheng tilted his head again, staring at Xi Feiluan covetously.

"..." Xi Feiluan said firmly, "No."

Meng Xiangyang was a little surprised: "But junior brother, your swordsmanship is obviously very good."

Xi Feiluan: "Very bad."

Meng Xiangyang: "It's really good, I saw it that day!"

Xi Feiluan: "You are blind."

Meng Xiangyang: "???"

"—"

After a long while, Yu Sheng changed the subject again: "Then why did you come to Huanqi Palace?"

This time Meng Xiangyang also fell silent, and after a while, he said firmly: "I have an ideal, that is, I hope that I can become a hero who slays demons and defends Taoism in the future!"

The big devil Xi Feiluan slowly moved the futon away from Meng Xiangyang.

"What about you?" Yu Sheng looked over again.

"..." Xi Feiluan stopped his petty movements, and wondered why the younger brother talked so much today...

"Same as Senior Brother Meng." Xi Feiluan said bluntly.

Yu Sheng raised his brows, and his eyes were strange: "You also want to eliminate demons and defend the Tao? Do you want to be a hero?"

Xi Feiluan nodded resolutely, but Yu Sheng punctured it mercilessly: "But it is written in your entry file that you want Linjiacun to make a fortune."

Xi Feiluan: "..."

Yu Sheng slightly raised his chin, squinted at Xi Feiluan, as if he was considering the truthfulness of his words.

"I'll give you another chance to answer me well." Yu Sheng said coldly with a downcast face.

"I..." Afraid that he might say something wrong again, Xi Feiluan murmured for a long time and forced out a sentence: "I just want to come..."

Yu Sheng's dark eyes trembled, and he said calmly: "There are so many sects in the cultivation world, why do you insist on choosing Huanqi Palace?"

"I just like it here." Xi Feiluan muttered softly.

These words flew into Yu Sheng's ears lightly, but Yu Sheng's face suddenly changed, and his tone also became obscure: "Do you like... here?"

Xi Feiluan: "..." Should I say I like it or not...

Xi Feiluan didn't know which nerve hit Yu Sheng's nerve with that sentence, Yu Sheng didn't wait for him to answer, and suddenly stood up, his movements a little irritable.

"Go back and rest." Yu Sheng said to them both without looking back.

"Then, will the morning class still be held tomorrow?" Meng Xiangyang didn't notice his abnormality, and still looked forward to it.

"Go up—" Yu Sheng's figure disappeared into the hall, and the voice came from afar.

"Okay!" Meng Xiangyang said happily.

Xi Feiluan: "..."

On the second day, Yu Sheng, who was always afraid of trouble, actually did what he said.After one day, two days, three days like this, he waited under the tree in the backyard for the two of them to get up for morning class every morning, and he thought that he thoughtfully lowered the training intensity requirements for Xi Feiluan, who was sick. The light cluster of Master Miyoshi behind him became brighter and brighter, and finally he was about to be driven crazy.

——Who will save him, he wants to go back to the extreme north.

Xi Feiluan has not been able to report to Fei for countless days, the calamity of his junior brother is over, he should find a chance to leave, but Yu Sheng keeps him under his nose every day, and the one in Huanqi Palace has not been closed. The cracks in the mountains covered by the border were repaired at some point, and he had no chance to run out, and he had to be tortured every day under Yu Sheng's eyes.

At night, Xi Feiluan lay on the couch tossing and turning, and fell asleep in a daze. He dreamed that Fei Zhe was standing at the gate of Huanqi Palace with an army of demons.

"..." Xi Feiluan woke up from the fright, turned over and sat up, got out of bed a little scared, put on his clothes and opened the door, the yard was quiet, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the grass, the sky was slightly pale, Xi Feiluan reckoned that in a short while, Yu Sheng would have to come out of the hall to take the two of them to morning class.

Life is so hard--

Unexpectedly, after returning to the room, he put on his weapon and stood at the door to let the wind out. He waited for a full quarter of an hour until Meng Xiangyang ran out of the room in a hurry and shouted, "Master and brother, I'm sorry I'm late!" Sheng still didn't come out.

Meng Xiangyang looked at Xi Feiluan in the yard in bewilderment: "Where is our master?"

Xi Feiluan looked back innocently.

Outside the courtyard, a sweeping disciple happened to sweep to the entrance of the courtyard, and said to them through the door: "The head of the house has something to do, and he left early in the morning."

"Ah, Master has gone out to run some errands." Meng Xiangyang yawned and said disappointedly, "Then I can't have morning class with Master today..."

On the side, Xi Feiluan rarely took the initiative to answer: "That's really... great!"

Meng Xiangyang: "???"

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