Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Looking at Xun Wenhong's lonely back, and hearing the usefulness of the elixirs he left behind, Wei Canglan blinked his eyes, a little puzzled.

Su Wudao?
Who are these?
Why did you leave the pill for him?
Su Wudao...

Oh shit, I remembered.

That kid is your personal disciple of Xun Wenhong.

That's right, that's him.

What's the matter, he has an out-of-the-ordinary personality, fights with everyone, holds a green dragon and a moon... oh no, it's a fire saw, and he likes to fight against the strong most to improve his own strength.

That kid is like this, what the hell isn't this a proper protagonist template?

He was born in the army, and his own strength is not low. After practicing Taoism, he has formed alchemy for three years, comparable to Li Jin, Chen Yu and other geniuses.

Nima's.

Thinking of this kid makes me angry.

Before he had nothing to do, he still challenged me.

Fortunately, I was superior in skills and fooled me, otherwise I would really be exposed by him and my reputation would be ruined.

Xun Wenhong, Xun Wenhong.

I really didn't expect it.

You, who have always been rigid and strict, are still obsessed with that Xun Wenhong?
OK, you can handle it.

Everyone has left Cangxing Gate and returned to Northern Xinjiang to guard the country, and you still think that as a master, you have to leave treasures for others.

I have to say, Xun Wenhong, this time I, Wei Canglan, give you a high look.

Yes, it is Su Wudao's blessing to have a master like you.

This time, Wei Canglan put away his playful attitude, showed an extraordinarily solemn expression on his face, and cupped his hands at Xun Wenhong's back:

"The master's heart is as broad as the sea, and his love for his disciples is as heavy as a mountain. This is beyond compare."

"Hehe, why not? Don't you also come to ask for pills for Chen Yu and Tang Canxi? We are all the same. To be a teacher, we must take responsibility."

Xun Wenhong turned around and looked at Wei Canglan softly, as if he could see Su Wudao's figure from him.

The more he looked at him, the more trembling his eyes became. In the end, Xun Wenhong turned his eyes away, twitched his nose, and said lightly:
"Go back, Canglan."

"Money, blood and alchemy, you can get it after six days, my uncle is a little tired."

Wei Canglan was very knowledgeable, so he bid farewell and left.

Of course Xun Wenhong wasn't really tired, he was about to cry.

Speaking of Su Wudao who left, his favorite disciple and the only direct disciple, no matter how dull Xun Wenhong is, the feeling of yearning cannot be concealed.

After all, Su Wudao had been by his side for three years, laughing and laughing, and every time he thought of that foolish and disgusting look, he no longer bored him, but was rather cute.

On the way back, Wei Canglan unconsciously brought Xun Wenhong into his perspective.

That kind of parting and longing after being together day and night is really not something a centenarian can hold back.

The Cangxing Sect never pays much attention to being too forgetful like other sects, and always attaches great importance to emotions.

Whether it's the bonds between disciples and masters, or between disciples, Cangxingmen regards them as the core of the sect's cohesion and passes them down from generation to generation.

Just like Ning Chan, Qi Xiao and the others, although she usually fights outside, she also bickers with them when she comes back, but if the sect is in trouble, she will show up in the blink of an eye, and advance and retreat with Cang Xing.

Xun Wenhong is now like a centenarian who has lost his dearest relatives. He meditates and practices boringly every day. It is difficult to break through and improve his cultivation level. His disciples far away in northern Xinjiang are fighting, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Looking at it this way, he is a little pitiful.

But Su Wudao's ambition is not here, what he yearns for is the battlefield, yearns to kill the enemy and serve the country.

Without General Tang Wu in Northern Xinjiang, the Masi Empire would easily break through the line of defense.

How could Su Wudao, an ambitious young man from the army, sit idly by.

He has his own pursuits, and it's not his fault.

Wei Canglan was in the air against the wind, looking at the river below the mountain, thinking about these things in his head, feeling tight in his chest.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and it is useless to think too much.

"Oh, sure enough, in this icy time-traveling world, only the embrace of a beautiful girl disciple can warm me."

Wei Canglan muttered, swept away the haze in his eyes, put on a half-smile expression again, and landed towards Xueyue Peak.

Originally planning to land in the small yard on the top of the mountain, but when he passed halfway up the mountain, he found that Li Jin was walking slowly up the mountain, with his head down, kicking the stones on the road from time to time, feeling a little depressed.

Wei Canglan saw it and immediately realized something was wrong.

Since Yu'er and Canxi went up the mountain, he has been paying attention to their cultivation and physical and mental development.

In addition, Li Jin went down the mountain with his palm prints before, took his disciples on a tour, and returned home during the Spring Festival.

She had fewer opportunities to meet Wei Canglan, and she always felt that her relationship had weakened a lot.

"That's not okay, Li Jin'er can't be left out in the cold."

"As a qualified Neptune, every fish in the fish pond must be taken care of."

Wei Canglan said something awkward, and then lowered towards Li Jin.

call--

The breeze blows, and the faint aura fluctuates.

Li Jin, who had reached the mountain road, subconsciously looked up and saw Wei Canglan wearing a green shirt, with the sleeves fluttering down in the wind.

The hem of the clothes fluttered, and the high ponytail and long hair fluttered in the wind, coupled with his handsome face and immortal demeanor.

When the gods come down to earth, the son is unparalleled.

"Master!"

When Li Jin saw Wei Canglan descending, the melancholy in her eyes disappeared immediately. She let out a sweet cry of surprise, and quickly stepped forward.

"Master, why are you here? Jin'er is going to find you."

Wei Canglan nodded, showing a smile softer than Nuan Yang:
"What's the matter with me?"

Li Jin was instantly healed by this smile and felt dizzy for a while.

Master respects him...he is still so radiant and moving.

He is still so handsome!

It's just that when she came back to her senses and thought of what Master asked, her little face immediately collapsed:
"Master, Jin'er is about to retreat. If there is no accident, I will enter the inner hall tomorrow under the arrangement of Master."

The inner hall is the place where the disciples of the mountain gate retreat.

Of course, disciples can choose their own residence for retreat, but it is easy to be disturbed like that.

But if you enter the inner hall of Xueyue Peak, there will be other elders and disciples guarding it day and night, and no one will interfere.

Wei Canglan nodded slightly, raised his hand and patted Li Jin on the shoulder:

"Jin'er, retreat is a good thing, it means that your cultivation is about to break through, doesn't it?"

"Master, do you remember that the current cultivation base is the alchemy stage, this retreat is over, do you have a goal?"

Li Jin nodded vigorously, with confidence in his eyes:

"Jin'er doesn't dare to speak big words, but I have a hunch that she should be able to reach the late stage of alchemy!"

Is this genius?

Heh, break through across levels after retreating?
Almost got it.

I relied on the golden finger of King Kong to go from refining Qi to forming alchemy. I was just about to catch up with you, but you said that you are in the late stage after retreating?

Then I'll give you half a year, aren't you Jindan?
Then how many more games?