The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"Xiao Qu'er, what are you doing..." Fang Xiu followed behind Taoist Juechen, resting his head on both hands, with a laid-back look on his face.

Seeing that one after another was wearing Huantian Peak's robes, he was stunned for a moment.

The cold eyes shrank, and the young man's high-spirited eyes reflected vivid cruelty: "Liu Changji, I want you to die."

Liu Changji sneered: "Where are the wild dogs barking, I will put a collar on you and lock it at the pass of Huantian Peak to guard the gate."

They suddenly recovered from the shock one after another.

He was not forcibly arrested by Daoist Huantian to be his disciple, but he asked him for help and specially found this set of robes.

Lord Huantiandao had good intentions, and this misunderstanding must be clarified.

"Master, I..." He hurriedly turned to Master, intending to explain to him and Fang Xiu, but the words were interrupted before he could speak.

"Axu," Daoist Juechen still had an elegant smile on his mouth, and stretched out his hand towards him, "Go back with me as a teacher."

The slender fingers with well-defined joints glowed cleanly in the sun, slender but not weak, strong and rhythmic, and the smooth lines on the arms outlined well-proportioned muscles and bones.

This is a hand holding a knife and holding a sword, full of power to cross the world.

With just one thought and a little force, hard bones can be crushed to pieces.

They stood still one after another, not daring to reach out and hold back.

Master's voice is still gentle and soft, and his manner is still noble and elegant.

One after another, he felt an inexplicable chill from his body, which made him feel terrified for no reason.

This terrified feeling made him deeply realize that Huaijin's master who holds Yu is also the king who sits on the top of the clouds and looks at the world, ruling life and death.

Daoist Juechen's arm paused in the air.

The breeze blew over the large sleeves of the toga, and the sleeves of the clothes were like silent waves, gently undulating.

There was a strange silence on the vast mountain road.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, his clenched fist was hidden under the bright gold-rimmed sleeves, and he put it behind his back.

"Xining, Qin Shi, you and A Xu go back first. Changji and I have something to talk about."

The master's voice was gentle and decisive, one after another he dared not resist orders, thanked Lord Huantian, and then followed Fang Xiu to leave Huantian Peak silently.

The figures of the three gradually floated out of sight like floating clouds, and on the vast mountain road, there were only two clear shadows of jade trees facing the wind.

Juechen slightly raised his eyebrows at Huantian.

Huantian laughed loudly, and took the time to tell him the general process of the two days.

It also hides many details that need not be said - such as the illusion in "Drunken Red Mansion".

The corner of Liu Changji's mouth slightly raised: "Wenfeng, where did you find this monster?"

From the day when he heard the wind and preached in the lecture hall, he noticed successive talents and became a little interested in them. Now, in less than a month, he has completely fallen into an irreversible demon.

His life has been planted in successive hands.

"Changji, although I have said that if Ah Xu is willing to worship you as his teacher, I have no objection, as long as he is happy."

Runya's voice suddenly became low, with a chill like a frosty wind and snow sword: "I also said that he is the person I like, so don't try to get his idea."

The corners of Liu Changji's upturned mouth showed an unflappable sternness: "He doesn't have you in his heart."

The elegant smile on Wen Feng's face suddenly froze.

A gust of wind from the mountain stream swept through the long forest, and no human voice was heard, only the crackling of vegetation and the fluttering of birds' wings.

Wenfeng's thin lips moved slightly, and he said something silently.

After a while, the lingering cold air dissipated, and he returned to the usual gentle and elegant Xianjun Pianpian.

Following Liu Changji's seemingly invisible sneer, the two figures drifted away like the wind, and the vast mountain road was only peaceful with vegetation.

***

"What should I do?" Fang Xiu's clear voice was tinged with contempt, "Xiao Qu'er, if you had told me earlier, I would have solved it for you in less than an hour."

On the mountain road back to Lingyuan, stepping on broken leaves one after another, he told Fang Xiu and Qin Shi why he went to Huantian Peak.

"Isn't it just an inner sect disciple? It's worth your troubles for him? If Liu Changji doesn't let him go, old...I'll tear down his cold prison and bring him out for you."

He doesn't care about colluding with demon cultivators and cultivating demon kung fu.

"But Master respects him..."

"Brother didn't let you intervene, because he is narrow-minded, and he can't see that you are too kind to those cats and dogs." Fang Xiu walked frivolously, circling around one after another, "Say some high-sounding words, and they are full of jealous selfishness."

"Now you should know that Wen Feng is not a good person."

One after another: "..."

He couldn't agree with Fang Xiu's words at all, and even felt that his logic was confusing and his words didn't match up.

So he seized the opportunity to discredit Master.

Junyan frowned slightly: "Big bitter gourd... Yu Xing is not a cat or a dog."

A Nascent Soul like Fang Xiu is so powerful, he is so high above the ground, he never looks down on the ants in the mud.

Gradually understand their thoughts, and become more aware of the truth that they cannot change the law of the jungle.

But Fang Xiu's disdainful tone made him unhappy.

This sentence made Fang Xiu stunned for a few breaths.

Xu Shi felt the sullenness hidden in the tone of Continuity, he steadied his pace, walked beside Continuity, and did not continue the conversation.

Regarding the evaluation of the heirs of the Mori sword tradition, whether they are hypocrites or real villains, Qin Shi heard it from Fang Xiu since he was a child.

Master never argues with Fang Xiu on this matter, every time he turns a deaf ear and lets him talk.

Qin Shi's nephew is even more difficult to accuse his uncle of being exiled.What's more, he also has a deep inheritance. Whenever this happens, he also turns a deaf ear to it, as if acquiescing.

He changed the subject, and said one after another, "No wonder you were so pale yesterday, so you went to Huantian Peak's cold prison."

He stared at the jade-carved face intently for a long time again: "Your cultivation base is low, and the cold air entering your body will cause great harm to your body. When you return to Lingyuan Peak, I will help you drive out the cold."

When Fang Xiu heard this, he suddenly became angry again: "Liu Changji dared to let you go to the cold prison. Didn't he know that with your cultivation base, you can't resist the cold inside?"

There was silence one after another.

That's enough, he knows that his cultivation base is low.There is no need to repeat it in front of him over and over again.

Qin Shi deliberately ridiculed, he understood.

But what Fang Xiu said, he couldn't tell whether it was caring for him or mocking him.

The three of them returned to Lingyuan Peak all the way and entered the Chenfeng Palace.

They found a room at random one after another, intending to enter and change clothes, and exchanged the borrowed Taoist robes of Huantian Peak for their own.

Fang Xiu and Qin Shi entered the room without knowing it, and followed him into the room. As soon as they stood still, they saw him take off his clothes.

Before the two could react, a majestic and beautiful scenery appeared before their eyes.

She took off her outer robes one after another, and only wore a pure white inner garment, half exposed and half exposed, like a beautiful lonely peak in the mist of the fairyland, with misty waves and faint clouds and glowing clouds, all of which are wonderful (*).

"You, you, you... what are you doing?!"

The blood of the two of them gushed out in an instant, and the three souls and seven spirits turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated out from the top of their heads. Their limbs were stiff, they turned around, raised their steps, and walked out of the room, their hands and feet were as rigid as puppets on strings.

Then, by coincidence, they stood on the left and right of the door without moving, their heads held high, their faces flushed red like the two door gods in the New Year paintings.

... No, he just changed his robe, why did everyone react so violently?

Confused one after another, full of inexplicable.

Xue Songyu, who he knew best, was still a girl. Even if he was naked, she remained calm and treated him like nothing.

Why do a few men seem like stubborn feudal remnants instead.

Made it look like he was playing hooligans in the street.

After changing his robes, he returned to the main hall one after another, waiting for the master to return.

Fang Xiu and Qin Shi were still in shock, standing three feet away from him without making a sound.

A light water smoke flows from the tall censer, and the incense mist in the hall is misty and filled with fairy air.

No one spoke, and there was an unspeakable silence in the air.

After a while, the loose and thin figure of Juechen Taoist Lord Zhu appeared in the hall.

He lowered his eyes slightly one after another, feeling uneasy in his heart.

——The time has come to listen to Master.

Taoist Juechen walked slowly to the side seat closest to Lilian, and sat down in front of him.

The leisurely and elegant movements are full of natural majesty.

"Ah Xu," Qingyue's voice carried a warm smile like a spring breeze in March. At first glance, it was no different from usual, but one after another, one could feel the biting coldness and soul-shattering hidden anger in the ear wind .

"If you are worried about that Huantian Peak disciple, you can talk directly to your teacher. No matter what you want to do, your teacher will agree."

"You shouldn't have gone to Huantian Peak secretly without knowing it as a teacher."

One after another lowered their eyes and cupped their hands: "The disciple knows his mistake."

"You went to the cold prison and suffered a secret injury. You were also attacked by a Golden Core cultivator and almost injured. You know how distressed the teacher is when he heard about it."

After falling silent one after another, Fang Xiu and Qin Shi were suddenly shocked.

"There is such a thing?!" Fang Xiu was furious, "Xiao Qu'er, why didn't you say it just now?"

He carefully looked at it from beginning to end and will look it over again one after another. After confirming that there is nothing wrong, his face turned pale: "If you lose a hair, I will definitely flatten Huantian Peak."

"Ah Xu, Master Wei also said that if you want to leave the boundary of Lingyuan Peak, you need to tell Master, don't leave quietly."

"Disciple knows what's wrong."

"Axu," Daoist Juechen sighed softly, "During this time, you should stay in the peak and stop running around."

Although the master said it softly, he heard it clearly one after another, but he was grounded.

The master asked him to stay at Lingyuan Peak and contemplate his mistakes behind closed doors.

This punishment is not too heavy, he cupped his hands: "The disciple takes orders."

The cold tone made Taoist Juechen frowned slightly, and after a few breaths, he said again: "From now on, you will move to live in Chenfeng Palace."

Startled one after another, Qingyan frowned instantly.

He readily accepted the punishment of being grounded. He disobeyed his teacher's order and made a mistake, so he accepted the punishment.

But moving into the Dust Wind Palace...

The Dust Wind Palace is the residence of the peak lord, symbolizing the supremacy of Lingyuan Peak, ordinary monks are not qualified to set foot there.

If he lived here, Xue Songyu and Yu Xing would not be able to come to him anytime and anywhere like the way that Xifeng Zhuyuan did.

They couldn't enter the Dust and Wind Palace at all.

And he doesn't know when he will be forgiven by his master, and he will leave the mausoleum again.

This is tantamount to cutting him off from them.

"Master, I..." He was unwilling in his heart, wanted to argue with reason, but was afraid to speak.

"I will accompany you to the bamboo courtyard to pack your things later, if you need anything, just ask and send someone to do it for me."

Juechen Daojun's tone was gentle, but his attitude was undeniably tough.

He didn't dare to say any more, so he could only bow his head: "...Yes."

"Wen Feng, you're going too far, aren't you happy to see Xiao Qu'er?" Fang Xiu, who had been silent at the side, suddenly said.

"However," Fang Xiu probably started to sway left and right again after the scattered soul returned to his body.

"Xiao Qu'er, you and those two cats and dogs are indeed too close. Don't say that senior brother has a sharp eye, and a sea of ​​jealousy will boil over a little thing. This time, I am so open-minded, and my heart is sour."

"If you don't want to move into Chenfeng Palace, you will continue to live where you want to live in the future." He passed the Lingyuan Peak Master, made the decision without authorization, and made arrangements for one after another, "But you can't do this again in the future."

A gloomy light flashed across the high-spirited eyes, "Even if you are as open-minded as me, you will still be angry."

One after another, they lowered their heads slightly and sneaked a glance at the master.

Daoist Juechen sat upright, with his phoenix eyes half down, with a gentle and noble temperament, like a statue overlooking all living beings, with a bit of no joy or sorrow in his solemnity, and a dust-free indifference under his eyes.

Successively, he never felt that the master was narrow-minded, and he didn't even realize that Fang Xiu could be anything but open-minded.

As for being jealous... Even if there is, it is because he is regarded as a substitute for Mingyue in his heart, and has nothing to do with him.

But the master didn't say yes or no, just acquiesced to Fang Xiu's opinion.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no need to move into the Dust Wind Palace, and continue to live in the remote side peak, so it is convenient to communicate with Xue Songyu and the others at any time.

He cupped his hands: "Thank you, Master, Uncle."

Fang Xiu's swaying footsteps stopped instantly, and his eyes dimmed again.

The successive respectful and distant attitudes made the sourness in his heart a little bit colder.

A few strands of boredom and discomfort were mixed in his heart, he smacked his lips: "Xiao Qu'er, why are you being so polite."

"You are like this, it's strange if you don't get angry when you hear the wind."

One after another still half-lidded their eyelids, turning Fang Xiu's words on deaf ears.

He is an apprentice picked up halfway, no matter how the master treats him, he sincerely admires the master, and dare not be disrespectful in front of him.

As for the uncle Fang Xiu...he didn't think there was any problem.

Their relationship should have been separated by such an appropriate distance.

The author has something to say:

*Song Yu Goddess Fu

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I didn't see anything in "Drunk Red Mansion" one after another, it's not that my cultivation base is low, and it's not that he can't (.)

Because he has no one in his heart, no desire in his heart.

He respects his teacher and respects the way, only regards his teacher as his teacher, and only wants to repay his kindness.

Master: Asking for help again from the masters in other master literature, how can we raise the disciples astray?

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