Master always thinks that disciples are useless

"You spit out blood!"

Jiang Shuqian stared in disbelief at the shameless man who complained, and clenched his hands furiously, his nails almost digging into his palms.

"Master, it was he who committed suicide and committed suicide, and this disciple took the initiative to teach him a lesson!"

"The Xuanqing sect is so good, but the master still accepts me as a disciple. Why should I seek death?"

Gong Zhengyu blinked innocently, shook Gu Qinghan's arm, secretly and sneered at the disciples around him, warning them not to talk too much.

This man surnamed Jiang was in the way. Ten times of death, seven or eight times, he was the cause of trouble. It would be best if he could be locked up for a few days.

Thinking this way in his heart, he cast a provocative glance at Jiang Shuqian.

A tall and handsome man hugged another equally tall and cold man and coquettishly called "Master~", this scene was somewhat unbearable to look at.

Jiang Shu's shallow eyes were about to burst into flames.

The onlookers didn't even dare to make a sound. Although they also felt that Brother Gong was a cheap and doggy person, and had never seen such a brazen person, they had to admire his courage and face, daring to do this in front of everyone. Pulling the leader's sleeve to act like a spoiled child.

Bull, it's really awesome!

No one spoke for Jiang Shuqian, Gong Zhengyu retracted his eyes triumphantly, and continued to look at Gu Qinghan pitifully.

Anyway, he is shameless.

They demons don't have these false prudences of cultivating immortals and becoming immortals, and such things as face are not as important as actual benefits.

He had to get Jiang Shuqian, who was clingy and full of sense of justice, to another place quickly, otherwise he would spoil his good deed again tonight.

He couldn't stay for a day in this broken world of comprehension!

Seeing that Gu Qinghan was unmoved, Gong Zhengyu thought about it, squeezed tears along his arms and wanted to kneel to the ground.Crying, making trouble and hanging himself three times, either Jiang Shuqian "died" or Gong Zhengyu "died".

His knees were about to touch the ground, someone pulled his arms, and Gong Zhengyu stood up straight again.

Gu Qinghan withdrew his hand: "Tian Lie killed and injured seventeen monks, and Li Chen might not be able to deal with it alone. You go ahead with the elixir in the pavilion, and you can move out the head token if necessary."

A carved token made of white jade flew out of his sleeve, with a white gleam, and slowly landed in front of Jiang Shuqian.

Gong Zhengyu didn't understand what was so special about this token, but seeing the way his excitement was almost written on his face, he knew it was not a punishment.

It doesn't matter whether he rewards or punishes him, as long as he can send this person away.

"You come with me."

Gong Zhengyu was driving away to plan how to die tonight, and he didn't even pay attention to Gu Qinghan's words. Seeing him in a daze, the disciple next to him quickly reminded him in a low voice: "Brother Gong, go quickly, the head is calling you."

"Eh? Ah good." He came back to his senses, jogged and ran after him with a cheerful smile, "Master, I'm here~"

Near Water Peak is the highest peak of Xuanqing Sect, and it is also Gu Qinghan's residence.

Thousands of long steps, if you can't fly with a sword, you don't know how to climb to the year of the monkey, so Gong Zhengyu, who has no cultivation level, lives with ordinary inner disciples these days.

Almost the moment Gu Qinghan summoned Feijian to appear, he jumped on it unceremoniously, put his arm on his master's shoulder disrespectfully, and said with a smile: "I'm ready."

Gu Qinghan originally planned to carry him, otherwise according to his cultivation base, he would be able to reach the top of the peak by teleporting.

"Stand firm." He reminded, his voice was cold, and he controlled the flying sword under his feet to rise slowly.

It was also the first time Gong Zhengyu stood on the sword and flew.

Looking at the ground that was getting farther and farther away, until the group of little monks could not be seen gradually, the entire Xuanqing sect seemed to be trampled on the soles of their feet, as small as a toy model.

Whistling in the ears, people who are blown by the strong wind can't help squinting their eyes.

If you jump down now, you will definitely be rescued by this person.

He gave up after thinking about it for a while. He committed suicide 1 times.

There is no unlucky man surnamed Jiang to stop him, I believe he will leave soon.

In an instant, we reached the top of Jinshui Peak.

Two not so simple bamboo houses were hidden in a bamboo forest. With a wave of Gu Qinghan's hand, white spiritual power circled out from his sleeves, and the open space next to the two houses circled around, and another bamboo house rose from the ground. rise.

Gong Zhengyu followed Gu Qinghan into this newly transformed bamboo house. There are all kinds of bamboo utensils inside, and the small living room is filled with the refreshing bamboo fragrance.

He pointed: "A place for me to live?"

"Ah."

Gu Qinghan responded, and stood in front of the tea table made of bamboo, his delicate hands swept across the table lightly, and a few things like bodhi seeds appeared on the table out of thin air.

That thing was only the size of a thumbnail, with different colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple shimmering in their own colors.

Gu Qinghan looked up at him: "What spiritual root do you like?"