Master always thinks that disciples are useless

Jiang Shuqian felt that Gong Zhengyu's brain disease was getting worse.

"Hey, look at me, look at me." Gong Zhengyu chased after Tang Yuan, dressed in red like fire, forcing him to a place where there was no way out, and then stared at him with deep eyes.

Tang Yuan's legs were weak, his scalp was numb, facing the unfriendly eyes of the sect master, the peak master, and another disciple of the sect master, he almost knelt down to Gong Zhengyu.

"Gong, senior brother Gong... woo..."

"you see me."

"I dare not..."

Gong Zhengyu pinched Tang Yuan's soft chin neatly, forcing him to raise his head and look at each other.

In fact, he still secretly learned from Gu Qinghan with this look.

There was such a wink at the edge of the cold pool that day, but at night, Gu Qinghan didn't know that he could have night vision, so he was seen again.

Gong Zhengyu recalled the scene at that time, suppressed all the smiles in his eyes, and gradually became serious and deep. It was as black as a bottomless pit, which could swallow people directly, and the inadvertently exuded aura of a superior person made people feel even more serious. I want to surrender.

Tang Yuan struggled with each other, relying on the chin in Gong Zhengyu's hand to support him barely standing.

He felt that he might be going to die, and wondered if Brother Gong killed him and the headmaster would deal with this matter.

Gong Zhengyu's face was serious, his eyes remained unchanged, and he asked, "How do you feel?"

Tang Yuan stammered: "What, what, ah..."

Gong Zhengyu pointed to his eyes with his slender index finger and middle finger: "Look at my eyes, what do you feel?"

Gong Zhengyu thought his imitation was perfect, but he only forgot two things: one is that he is not Gu Qinghan, and he cannot make the same expression no matter what, and the other is that Tang Yuan is not him, and everyone's feelings are different. are different.

"Feel, feel that you want, kill, kill me to silence you, woo woo woo."

"Kill you to silence me?" Gong Zhengyu raised his voice and twitched his eyebrows with an unpredictable expression.

Gu Qinghan didn't need to kill him to silence him, it must be a coward like Tang Yuan who misunderstood.

Certainly so.

Gong Zhengyu let go of Tang Yuan, who was so frightened that he was sobbing, put his arms on his shoulders, and tapped his eyebrows with his fingertips, thinking about what went wrong.

"Brother..." Helian Muxiu hesitated to speak.

Gu Qinghan pursed his lips, did not say a word, and walked two steps faster.

Helian Muxiu glanced at the little nephew who was behind, and then at the senior brother who seemed to be angry, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his heels.

It's really not easy for him, it's unreasonable not to let him sit at the main table in the membership ceremony.

"Brother!"

A sonorous and powerful sound transmission fell into his ear, and Helen Moxiu stood next to him, and continued the sound transmission: "Emotions are much more complicated than Taoism. It's not that you act like that." Generous, invisible to the eye, people can suddenly look back and discover."

Gu Qinghan closed his eyelids in disbelief.

Helen Moxiu did not hesitate to bring out his only love history, stretched his eyebrows and eyes, smiled elegantly, and said slowly: "In this regard, I finally have more experience than my senior brother, and sometimes I often Thinking, if I hadn’t shown such generosity back then, would the outcome have been different.”

Many people have forgotten that Helian Moxiu actually knows how to play the flute.

And at that time, he was not the peak master, but a closed disciple of the previous head of the Xuanqing sect. He also met the female cultivator of the Shuiyue sect during an experience.

A gentle and elegant man meets a woman who loves romance, they hit it off almost immediately, and became each other's confidantes in a very short time.

However, Helian Muxiu has always abided by the way of a gentleman, and never asked about Qiyan Fairy's private affairs, even if the other person's appearance has been deeply ingrained in his bones, when he saw a strange man who entered and exited with Qiyan, he still remained He didn't say a word, just buried the bitterness in his heart, and then went to drink to relieve his sorrow alone.

Then wait for the news that the beloved is going to get married.

The groom is not him.

Qiyan is going to hold a marriage ceremony with a man with low talent, no background, and even less handsome than him.

"Actually, I went to find her secretly without telling you and the master. Brother, do you know what she said?" Helian Muxiu curled his lips elegantly, and glanced at the idle Gong Zhengyu, "She Said that she was once moved, but I don't love her enough, I always have an expression that you are happy, unlike her current husband, who will throw up and roll when he sees her getting close to the opposite sex, or even die Going to fight desperately with high-ranking monks, just because they teased her with words."

Gu Qinghan frowned, how could this junior brother shut himself in the room for half a year and smashed that jade flute with his own hands, how could he not love Qiyan.

Helen Moxiu continued: "So, it's useless to follow him blindly. I know that senior brother has his own understanding of feelings, but has senior brother ever thought that Gong Zhengyu's love will be aroused by your unspoken pampering? Will he treat you as a half father in the end?"

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

Gu Qinghan and Helian Muxiu coincidentally thought of what Gong Zhengyu said that he wanted to die for his master.

"Brother, let me ask again, do you like him, or do you treat him so well just because you want to make up for him?"

Gu Qinghan pursed his lips in thought, and closed his eyes after a long time: "At first it was."

"Then I really like it now." Helian Muxiu frowned, and continued to transmit the voice, dispelling the last worry for his senior brother: "Senior brother, two people who love each other will go to that step in the end, don't you think so?" You can forget the words of the ancestors."

The strong love will eventually turn into a physical collision, so there is no need for his senior brother to contradict his heart with such despicable thoughts.

"I see." Gu Qinghan was silent for a long time before speaking.

He slowed down.

"Little Tangyuan, let me tell you..."

"Brother Gong, you, you better not get so close..."

Gong Zhengyu was a head taller than Tang Yuan, and his arm was very comfortable on the other person's body, so he always liked to hold people in his arms and use them as crutches.

The man's strong chest and the faint body fragrance emanating from the man's body made Tang Yuan want to find a crack in the ground to get in, and his ears were dyed a layer of red.

Brother Gong is a broken sleeve!

What's the difference between him and a normal man flirting with a decent woman!

"Why can't you get so close, your senior brother, I'm not afraid that you will be attacked by wild beasts, protect..."

Gong Zhengyu suddenly fell silent, lowered his head to take a look, and found that his other hand hanging by his side was being held by someone.

Both hands were surprisingly beautiful, but there was a thin layer of sword calluses on Gu Qinghan's fingers, which would cause an unspeakable itch when rubbed against the smooth skin.

"Master?" He looked up blankly, and saw Gu Qinghan's serious face.

Tang Yuan was even more timid when he saw the head master coming. Taking advantage of Gong Zhengyu's inattention, he broke away from his hand and fled to the front with his back hunched.

"I'm about to enter the Nether Swamp, be careful."

"I know, I know~" Gong Zhengyu said ripplingly, his brows and eyes were bent, and he wished for a few more waves in every sentence.

He probably didn't like walking decently by himself, so without Tang Yuan's human crutch, he held hands and hugged Gu Qinghan's arm, putting most of his body weight on him.

Then he put his head on the man's shoulder in a logical manner, and said with a smile: "Master is the best for me."

After walking for a while, Jiang Shuqian wondered why the little bitch surnamed Gong suddenly became calm, and turned her head curiously, her eyes almost protruding.

The bricks used to build the wall were not pasted so tightly that they were seamed together!

Female cultivators don't hug and walk like this!

Gong Zhengyu, you are dead!

"It's so sweet, so sweet, so sweet. This is just the plot in the storybook I read two days ago. I love it to death. Brother Wuwuwu Gong and the master are so beautiful!" The female cultivator beside Jiang Shuqian tried her best to hold back The screaming throat, excitedly shared with the little sister next door.

sweet?

Jiang Shuqian glanced back again, only feeling glaring.

"The domineering Immortal Venerable and his little wife and apprentice running with the ball, the plot of the story is actually by my side!"

Running with the ball?

"Is senior brother Gong a bit fatter than before? I heard that the head of the sect gave senior brother Gong something to eat, and he kept throwing up near the water peak."

"The Pregnancy Pill! It must be the Pregnancy Pill!"

"Brother Gong must be pregnant with the head's child hehe!"

"Puff, cough, cough!" Jiang Shuqian choked on himself suddenly, and wanted to cut off his ears for a moment.

He felt that he might be hallucinating, otherwise why would he hear several junior sisters from his school say that Gong Zhengyu was pregnant with his master's child?

Looking back, wondering if he was influenced by the words of these female cultivators, he actually felt that they were not a pair of master and student, but a pair of traveling Taoist couples.

Grass!

I must be blind!

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" He stared at Gong Zhengyu viciously, coughing loudly on purpose.

Gong Zhengyu originally squinted his eyes and wanted to take a nap, but suddenly he became aroused, looked at Jiang Shuqian's eyes burning with anger, and blinked.

Then he straightened his head as if nothing had happened, turned his body sideways and took a step to the side, turned his head and whistled, trying to cover it up.

Hands are still together.

Jiang Shuqian took a deep breath and turned to the three female cultivators, "Come with me!"

Taking him aside, he said, "Give me the scriptures you just took out! During the training period, life and death are unpredictable, and you still have the heart to read the scriptures and talk nonsense? Rumors stop at the wise ones who don't know!"

The three female cultivators each lowered their heads, looking at each other, and the last one took out a finger-thick scripture book.

Jiang Shuqian criticized with a dark face: "As a disciple of the Xuanqing sect, the head of the sect dares to fabricate rumors indiscriminately. If I hear it again, I will go back and put them all in confinement for reflection!"

"No rumors, just substituting it..."

"Eldest brother, we were wrong, but you still don't want to open this book curiously." The tall slender female cultivator with neat hair said seriously, and obediently dragged the two little sisters back to the team.

Jiang Shuqian didn't intend to read it at first, but when she heard this, she was suddenly overwhelmed and turned to the first page to take a look.

"?!"

I'm blind.