Master always thinks that disciples are useless

The feet gracefully kicked the chair over, but the imaginary suffocation did not come. Instead, the body sank suddenly and fell to the ground.

Grinning his teeth in pain, Gong Zhengyu quickly got up and rubbed his buttocks that were nearly smashed into eight petals, and angrily tore off the rope of his shirt that was still wrapped around his neck.

Turning his head, Qing Leng Xianzun, who had just left, came back at some point, standing tall and straight at the door.

Different from Jiang Shuqian's violent cursing, Gu Qinghan stood quietly, the breeze on the top of the mountain blew his robes and entangled each other and danced, unstained and independent, as beautiful as a painting.

Gong Zhengyu, who was caught, was not half guilty. Instead, he stood carelessly, shook the white jacket with one broken sleeve, and put it on provocatively.

When Gu Qinghan walked in, Gong Zhengyu saw that he was holding a white food box in his hand, the lid was not closed tightly, and white hot air and the smell of fried meat wafted out of it.

Most of the Xuanqing sect's disciples have already bigu, and there is only one dining hall in the sect. When Jiang Shuqian looked at him before, he would bring him two white flour steamed buns from the dining hall every day, without even pickles and sauces.

It's not that Gong Zhengyu didn't go to the dining hall by himself, but it was only when he got there that he realized that he had no money to eat.

The handyman serving meals in the dining hall also has cultivation, and he couldn't get along even if he wanted to let go of the meat.

And I heard from other disciples that the food in the dining hall was so bad that I wished I could practice day and night and quickly eat the grain.

His stomach groaned twice, pretending nothing happened, and took the food box from Gu Qinghan's hand.

A bowl of fragrant white rice, a plate of farmhouse fried meat and...a bunch of candied haws?

Does Gu Qinghan regard him as a three-year-old child?

Gong Zhengyu frowned puzzled, glanced at the cold man, sat down and ate.

Three years old is three years old, anyway, he likes to eat sweets, and the master is much more sensible and reliable than Jiang Shuqian, who is the apprentice.

"Hic—full."

After Gong Zhengyu finished his last mouthful of food, he put the empty bowl away like an uncle, slumped on the chair, rubbed his stomach and began to digest.

Gu Qinghan put the bowls and chopsticks into the food box, performed a cleaning technique to restore the table to its original clean and tidy state, and looked down at him: "Why did you commit suicide?"

"Didn't I say it all? I'm not from the cultivation world. I want to find a way to go back. But you, the weak and the strong in the cultivation world, do everything you can to stop me from doing anything? People die all the time in the world. If you want to have a heart attack, save me Let them go, why do I care about a person who wants to die!"

Gu Qinghan deliberated for a moment, then opened his mouth unhurriedly, "It is imminent to repair the crack in the sky. With the advice of the ancestor a month ago, the method to repair the crack in the sky will appear in Lingchi."

Gu Qinghan stayed in the Lingchi for thirteen full days and nights, his eyes were never closed, what was waiting was not some imaginary plan, but a living person.

Gu Qinghan does not doubt that there is him, because the ancestor said that his cultivation is far from enough to repair the cracks in the sky, so this person who suddenly appeared in the Lingchi is a skilled craftsman who can repair the cracks in the sky.

Therefore, after Li Chen diagnosed that Gong Zhengyu had no spiritual roots, no cultivation and seemed to be seriously injured, as if someone had dug out his spiritual roots, he only left one sentence to accept him as a disciple, and then handed him over to the elder disciple to take care of him. I went to an extremely cold place and found spiritual grass seeds that could replace spiritual roots.

Gong Zhengyu got it right, and excitedly slapped his thigh: "Mend the cracks in the sky, you said earlier, I will!"

Gu Qinghan cast his gaze away, slightly surprised.

"But..." Gong Zhengyu changed the subject, "You have to let me die first, but don't worry, I keep my word and I will come back when the time comes."

Talking gibberish again.

Gu Qinghan sighed softly, the brows that were nervously frowned when he heard that the sky crack could be repaired gradually relaxed, feeling helpless and having a headache.

But this is the guidance of the ancestors, the hope of repairing the cracks in the sky.

Gu Qinghan took out seven colorful spirit grass seeds, and picked a purple one among them, "Thunder spirit root is the closest to the natural color, and it is also the most aggressive, you should try it first."

Before Gong Zhengyu had time to refuse, the man simply grabbed his wrist, and suddenly shot the spiritual grass seeds of the Leilinggen attribute into his dantian.

"Well……"

When the seeds entered the dantian, they seemed to be buried in the ground. In an instant, they took root and clung to the dantian. Gong Zhengyu frowned in pain, and couldn't sit still.

The lightning carried by the seeds was released, crackling and fighting in the dantian, numb and painful.

Feeling nauseated in his throat, Gong Zhengyu grabbed the corner of the table and Gu Qinghan's legs, knelt on the ground and vomited out a weed like seaweed.

The dantian was empty again, and the food just eaten in the stomach was overwhelmed, wanting to come out of the esophagus.

Gu Qinghan lowered his head and glanced slightly, frowned, and hesitantly picked up a green wood spirit root seed. Gong Zhengyu held the seed with both hands, and at the same time wrapped his hands together.

The ends of the young man's eyes were red, and his eyes were stained with a little physiological tears due to vomiting and nausea. They were wet and hung like bitter melons on his handsome and beautiful face.

He shook his head like a rattle, "It's too bad, if you come in again, the meal just now will be for nothing."