Master always thinks that disciples are useless

"You want to go back with us." The skinny old man said, high above the ground: "There is no reason for you to stay in the Xuanqing sect after taking the token. It is a beautiful idea."

However, as soon as the words fell, Xie Wuji threw the token over, raised his head, and the black dragon scales on the half of his neck flickered, "Yes."

Gu Qinghan raised his hand to catch it, and Gong Zhengyu took it over with a "swish", "But let's just say that."

In front of many decent disciples, he colluded with the Demon Sect openly and aboveboard.

"Young Sect Master!"

"This young master conferred a hall master, is there any problem?"

"you--"

"Return to the sect." Xie Wuji ordered with his chest in his arms. Before leaving, he did not forget to point to the red silk on the ground and said, "It leads directly to the exit of the Nether Swamp, no thanks, Palace Master."

He cast a meaningful look, turned around and entered the Nether Swamp, disappearing into the darkness.

The red silk that was suspected to be used to welcome the hall master was still spread on the ground, everything was inexplicable.

"Master, do you think we look like a newlywed couple walking the red carpet?" Gong Zhengyu asked jokingly.

He and Gu Qinghan walked in the front to prevent the Demon Sect from cunningly dropping any hidden weapons, but along the way, the place was extremely quiet, and the ferocious Nether Swamp seemed to have become the most ordinary and simple section of the road.

The feet stepped on the red silk, leaving muddy footprints one after another. If it were not surrounded by endless dark bushes, it would be like a grand ceremony of entering the auditorium.

"En." Gu Qinghan responded lightly, his face was calm, and his earlobes were a little hot, but fortunately he didn't show the red color.

Gong Zhengyu was taken aback for a moment: "?" Gu Qinghan's brain is broken?

Jade Blood.

A very luxuriously decorated conference hall.

Xie Wuji had only rested for half a day when he came back from the secret realm before he was called over by his father.

Xie Wentian sat on the tiger-skin chair in the main seat, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a broad body and a fat body. Behind him was a somewhat vulgar picture of a tiger descending a mountain. He kept rubbing his temples, obviously he had already heard the description from the four elders. .

"You kneel down for me!"

Xie Wuji immediately knelt down, his back straightened, the horns on his forehead retracted, his neck was as smooth as jade, but his body still carried the arrogance and unrulyness of a young master.

Xie asked the weather not to call one place: "Xie Wuji! The hall master's token has been given away. Where are you? You stay in the Xuanqing sect for me? You are really, you are really my good son!"

"Father, Gu Qinghan is here."

"Gu Qinghan is here, Gu Qinghan is here, didn't I ask the four of them to accompany you, won't you snatch them back? What is this now? The majestic young master of the Jade Blood Sect took four guardian elders, but returned them empty-handed Go out for a token? You will lose all my old face!"

"So what if you snatch it back? If you are unwilling, how can you use it for us?"

"Do you want him to be willing? We are the Demon Sect! If you can't use it, kill him! In short, people who are not afraid of monsters must not fall with Gu Qinghan!"

"But he can't kill him." Xie Wuji spit out a few words lightly, his eyes flickered, and everything he witnessed by the cold pool that day floated in his mind.

The slender red-clothed man looked like the great demon Yaoxie recorded in ancient books. He was stabbed in the heart with a sword, but he was still alive. The wound healed itself faster than the top-grade fairy medicine.

Xie Wentian and the four elders present were all shocked.

"What does it mean to be unkillable! Is he immortal?"

Xie Wuji raised his eyebrows, instead of telling the shocking scene, he changed the subject.

"Since the last time I came back from the secret realm, my young master has sent someone to investigate the origin of this person."

Xie Wuji stood up on his own while talking, and stood with his hands behind his back, with an unruly expression: "He has been dug out for his spiritual roots. He looks handsome and coquettish. He knows the death spots of monsters and beasts like the back of his hand. He has an immortal body. There is no such person in the cultivation world. A person who suddenly emerged from the spiritual pool of the Xuanqing sect."

He paused every word: "So I suspect that he is very likely to be the Great Demon, or the reincarnation of the Great Demon ancestor."

Xie Wentian slapped the table excitedly, if it was really the Great Demon Patriarch, the Cultivation Realm would be in their pocket!

He rubbed his hands, and in a blink of an eye he forgot that he was yelling at his son just now, and said without blushing, "You really shouldn't be alarmed, you did a good job."

The skinny old man's eyes dimmed, and his voice was hoarse: "Young Sect Master concludes like this? The Lingchi of the Xuanqing Sect is Gu Qinghan's accompaniment, and it is like magma sulfuric acid when touched by evil spirits. Why don't you say that Gong Zhengyu is the reincarnation of a god."

Xie Wuji hooked his lips: "Do you think he looks like a god?"

Skinny old man: "..."

Indeed, he looks like a romantic ruffian and a vixen.

After crossing the Nether Swamp, there is no more dangerous place. After passing through several forests, Pengxia Valley is close at hand.

The huge canyon cut out by the sword wind is surrounded by cliff peaks on both sides, blocking the sunlight, and the inside is damp and dark.

There are only two days left before this experience, and almost everyone is not in the mood to think about the magical scene a few days ago, and concentrates on finding Jin Wurui's hiding place.

Not long after, in a damp cave, I found the Golden Crow Core exuding a soft golden light - this thing is one of the essential raw materials for refining top-grade elixir, even if eaten directly, it is also a great tonic.

However, the pistils that should have been as dense as spring grass, only a few stars in the sky at night.

"Why is there only this little bit!"

"This is only enough for ten people to complete the task!"

"Oh my god, it's been three hours to find this cave, how much time do we have to find another cave!"

The disciples complained in detail, but they could only swarm up, scrambling for the sparse Golden Crow Cores.

"Mo Xiu."

Helian Muxiu was called out, and he was in a daze, "Brother, before entering the secret realm, Senior Sister Li Chen specially sent someone to look at it. The golden crow pistils in a cave are indeed enough for thirty disciples to collect a catty."

Golden Crow pistils grow densely, just like the pistils of flowers, a small amount can grow a large bunch, there is absolutely no such situation in this cave.

Gong Zhengyu said with a grin, "Maybe he was raped by a pig."

Helian Moxiu disagreed: "Pengxiagu spirit beasts can't come in, it shouldn't be."

"Monsters are fine, the Ten Thousand Devils Nest has been destroyed." Gu Qinghan said lightly, his eyes locked on one place.

Gong Zhengyu turned his head to look at him, his eyes fluttered, the monsters in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave ran away a lot, seeing him was like seeing a ghost...

"what is this!"

"Fucking help!"

"Snake ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah help the master!"

"..."

The disciples subconsciously retreated around that place, and the faces of the female cultivators turned pale with fright.

Gong Zhengyu stepped on his feet and took a look from a distance, seeing the black lump with a big belly, his smile froze, and he cursed in his heart.

It was the black snake that was pinched by him seven inches and forced to use all the demon power in his body, and finally passed out and was snatched away by his companions.

All his life, he had really run afoul of snake criminals.

"Hiss~ hiss~"

The black snake kept spitting snake letters at Gong Zhengyu, its belly swelled like a ball, wriggling slowly, with a faint golden light shining through the black snake skin.

It still hadn't recovered any of its demonic power, but after eating a large amount of golden crow pistils, it developed vague intelligence. The moment Gong Zhengyu opened his mouth, he woke up and raised his snake's head.

"Hiss-ha!"

Seeing Gong Zhengyu looking over, the fear of being drained of demonic power invaded the whole body of the snake, the black snake took two steps back, and opened its mouth to spit out a golden crow that was more than twice the size of its body.

Gong Zhengyu: "..."

Disciples: "...?"

Gu Qinghan glanced at Gong Zhengyu, who silently moved his eyes away, and turned his head to look elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

The black snake vomited twice in succession until the snake's belly became flat and only saliva was left. Then he wagged his tail and backed away, found a gap in the stone wall, and forcibly squeezed himself, who was one size bigger, Squeezed in and didn't move.

It can be seen that the fear of Gong Zhengyu has been imprinted deep in the soul.

Gong Zhengyu: "..."

Helian Muxiu, who was about to draw his sword, silently withdrew his sword. No one should chase after him. This snake demon has no power, no different from an ordinary animal.

He stopped in front of the Black Snake Monster Beast and asked the rest of his disciples to clean up the golden crows spit out by the Black Snake. After a final count, each of them pretended to be more than a catty and a half—the Black Snake ate them from other places. Jin Wurui also spat it out.

Gong Zhengyu touched his nose.

It's pretty pathetic.

After the sunset, everyone finished their training, left the Yuxu Secret Realm, and returned to the Xuanqing Sect's teleportation formation, more or less feeling a sense of homelessness.

The night was already deep, and the warm yellow moon was hanging on the bamboo house near the water peak. A group of birds flew up from the sky, disturbing the tranquility of the night.

Of the three peaks, only Deyue Peak is brightly lit.

Jiang Shuqian was also responsible for taking all the disciples to Deyue Peak to hand over the Golden Crow, and then went to Zhaixingtang to clear the points, and he was busy all night.

Gong Zhengyu originally wanted to follow, but he yawned, and Gu Qinghan returned to the familiar near-water peak.

Strangely, in just a few months, he almost forgot what the Demon Palace looked like.

On the contrary, near the water peak, you can know how to walk with your eyes closed.

But now, there is no need to go out of your way to please Gu Qinghan to let him go down the mountain, let alone rack your brains to think of some suicide schemes, now he has really become the trash that Chen Mo of Baili County said.

Gong Zhengyu smiled to himself, but he didn't feel that the word "waste" insulted the Demon Lord, after all, he has always been able to bend and stretch.In the past, in the Demon Palace, it wasn't just a drunken dream and death all night long.

Eyebrows bent, bright red clothes swaying in the wind, he swaggered into the bamboo house in the middle, as if he had forgotten that the house on the side was originally assigned to him.

Gu Qinghan stopped in his tracks.

A simple and elegant white dress with curly cloud pattern was rustled by the wind, and the two bundles of hair curled up at the temples were entangled and danced.The handsome and distinct face was cold and dignified, with sword-shaped eyebrows drawn into the temples, and thin lips that were dull in color but beautifully evoked a curve.

Raising his hand, the bamboo house that was planned for the little apprentice a few months ago disappeared out of thin air and turned back into a bamboo forest.

Near the water peak, it became the original appearance again.