my apprentice is the villain

It was already late at night, but the Chutu River was still carving the stones in its hands, with a meticulous look that looked extremely serious.

The stone in his hand has gradually formed a shape under the careful carving of the Chutu River. The lines on the stone are very simple. Although every part looks rough, fortunately, the shape of the stone does not look ugly. .

After Chu Tuhe saw that the general shape had come out, he immediately started to modify it, and after tinkering, the stone finally took shape.

The original sharp-edged stone was polished into a round stone plate as big as the palm of your hand. There is also a stream of clouds engraved on the plate, which looks like the moon hiding behind the clouds. Inscribed words in the middle of the plate, and engraved his own name on an inconspicuous place on the stone plate.

After engraving the name, Chu Tuhe put his work in his hand and looked at it carefully, his eyes fixed on the waist card that had just been carved in his hand. rise.

But in the next moment, the waist badge that had been carved in meditation was instantly turned into powder in his hand, and Chu Tuhe's eyes turned cold again.

No, how could the things given to him be so rough, this things are not worthy of him!

Chutuhe took another stone and began to carve, repeating this until late at night.

On the second day, Jin Lan sat on the tuanpu, slowly opened her eyes after confinement for a whole night, and after exhaling all the turbid air in her body, she felt very refreshed and extremely comfortable.

Curling the corners of his mouth, the signature smile appeared on his face again.

Jin Lan stood up from the tuanpu, opened the door, and saw her first disciple and second disciple standing in front of the door. As soon as she saw herself coming out, a sincere smile appeared on her face.

"Master, Second Junior Brother and I are a little puzzled. We have been thinking about it all night and we can't figure out why, so we can only be cheeky and come here to ask Teacher's respect." Jin Lan's eldest disciple, Wu Feng, is very fond of Jin Lan. It was respect, and he opened his mouth modestly after bowing to Jin Lan.

Jin Lan's respect for Wu Feng was very beneficial, and the smile in his eyes increased a little.

Jin Lan asked about Chu Tuhe's situation after solving the problems of the first disciple Wu Feng and the second disciple Yang Qingkun one by one.

"Him? Back to Master, Master Jiang's apprentice is still in the room and has not stepped out of the room." Yang Qingkun was a little surprised when Jin Lan mentioned Chu Tuhe, but he reported it truthfully.

"What is he doing?"

"This, the disciple doesn't know." Yang Qingkun shook his head at Jin Lan and replied.

"Well, you go to practice first, I'll go to Chutuhe." After finishing speaking, Jin Lan walked towards Chutuhe's room.

Coming to the door of Chutuhe's temporary residence, Jin Lan saw that the door was closed, so she stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Chu Tuhe was sitting in the room, and after hearing the knock on the door, he put all the things on the table into the storage bag, performed a cleansing technique to clean up the remaining powder, and then said, "Who?"

"It's me, your Uncle Jin." Jin Lan said unhurriedly.

After hearing Jin Lan's voice, Chu Tuhe got up and opened the door. Seeing Jin Lan standing at the door, Chu Tuhe greeted Jin Lan with half-closed eyelids.

"Good morning, Uncle Jin."

"Well, today I will take you to the arena I specially built. By the way, I will also let you and my disciples who have just entered the sect interact with each other to see whether my new disciples are donkeys or horses."

"Uncle Jin, I'm only in the early stage of Qi training." Chu Tuhe raised his head to look at Jin Lan, but his face was still expressionless.

Only then did Jin Lan see the darkness under Chu Tuhe's eyes, and he must have stayed up all night, if he were to compete with others, his small body might not be able to bear it.

But Jin Lan didn't care about these things. Since Junior Brother Jiang said that Chu Tuhe came to visit and discuss, his poor sleep had nothing to do with him, so he naturally didn't care about whether he could eat or not.

"It doesn't matter. Those new disciples are similar to you. They are all young boys who have just entered the Qi training period. Your cultivation bases are similar. It is a good thing for you to compete." Jin Lan smiled gently.

But Chu Tuhe pursed his lips and said after a while: "Okay."

Seeing that Chu Tuhe had agreed, Jin Lan smiled kindly at Chu Tuhe, and then took Chu Tuhe to the training ground.

A ring was built in the middle of the spacious training ground, and chairs were set up around it, arranged neatly, and it seemed that it was just enough to accommodate Ling Yunfeng's disciples.

At this time, there were already two people in the arena competing with each other, and most of the chairs under the stage were occupied. Fortunately, there were still a few seats left unoccupied.

Jin Lan saw the chair in the corner, took Chu Tuhe to the empty seat, walked to an exclusive chair on the steps directly in front of the arena, and sat down to watch the situation on the arena with interest.

Sitting in the corner, Chu Tuhe blinked his dry eyes, and watched the competition on the ring carefully, not daring to miss every detail.

Although the two fought back and forth in the arena, their moves were messy and childish like two children fighting. They didn't have any fighting skills at all, and they all relied on subconscious behavior. Generally speaking, the process was difficult to see.

Even the disciples who had been in the field for a long time under the stage were a little bit disappointed, and complained about their views to the senior brothers sitting on the side.

"The performance of these two is estimated to be sent back to the outer door to do odd jobs."

"Who says it's not, look, it's like fighting with children, there is no rules at all, such a person still wants to go to Lingyun Peak, hey, it's as difficult as going to the blue sky."

"Besides, those two are from the Four Spiritual Roots, and they have no talent. I really don't know why they are sent up to compete. With the Four Spiritual Roots alone, they can't climb any peaks in Qingpingzong. Seeing this I feel sorry for them."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it doesn't have much to do with me, but I still hope that there will be some good signs in this year, otherwise there will be no newcomers on the mountain in the past three years."

"It's true. I remember that the newly recruited disciple was six years ago. I haven't confiscated other disciples so far. It's boring to think about it."

"Okay, someone has gone up again, let's take a look."

After the few people finished speaking, they turned their eyes back to the ring.

After watching two more sparring sessions, Jin Lan slowly got up from her seat, looked around at the people on the training ground, and said with the spiritual power in her body: "Today, the beloved disciple of Lord Jiang of Qingyu Peak is here, Peak Master Jiang specifically asked his disciples to come and observe and learn from each other. I watched a few games and found it a bit boring, could I invite Nephew Chu to come and exchange ideas with the newcomers of this class and give them some pointers."

Because of Jin Lan's words, all eyes were on Chutuhe who was sitting in the corner.

Seeing so many eyes staring at him, Chu Tuhe panicked for a moment, his vision seemed to become blurred.After concentrating, he found that his vision was still clear.

Lowering his eyes, his expressionless face made it impossible to guess what this five-year-old child was thinking.

Jin Lan also couldn't see Chu Tuhe's inner thoughts at this moment, but he thought that Chu Tuhe must feel that he was not a good person now, and that he must feel that he was a sanctimonious hypocrite who was specially targeting him.

"Uncle, you can decide, I will follow you."

Chu Tuhe raised his eyelids, looked at Jin Lan and responded loudly.

"Well, since Nephew Chu is like this, let's compete with these disciples." Jin Lan smiled lightly, calmly.

Chu Tuhe stood up from his seat and walked to the ring.

In front of Chutuhe stood a child who was seven or eight years older than him.

"Under Zhang Pinghai, Mizuki Jindi Linggen, in the middle stage of Qi training."

"Chu Tuhe, the wood-type Tianlinggen, in the early stage of Qi training." Chu Tuhe looked at Zhang Pinghai, and returned to his own cultivation.

As soon as Chu Tuhe finished speaking, the disciples sitting under the ring burst into an uproar.

"Wood-type Tianlinggen? The talent is really good."

Several disciples with three-line spiritual roots and even two-line spiritual roots were whispering to each other about Chutuhe's aptitude, with more or less envy in their words.

In Lingyun Peak, except for the eldest disciple Jiang Feng and the second disciple who is the Tianling follower, the other disciples are either with double spiritual roots or with three spiritual roots, single spiritual roots, or Tianling follow, there are very few of them. , among the disciples with such high qualifications in the entire Qingping Sect, there are only a dozen or so.

And the only disciple on Qingyu Peak is a talented Tianlinggen, how can it not be envied.

Sure enough, Chu Tuhe also saw the envy flashing in Zhang Pinghai's eyes.

"Senior Brother Chu, please give me some advice."

After Zhang Pinghai finished speaking, he made a move at Chu Tuhe, obviously he wanted to strike the enemy first.

Chu Tuhe blinked and moistened his eyes again, then lifted his body and took a step to the side, missing Zhang Pinghai's unexpected blow.

Zhang Pinghai didn't get discouraged when he saw that he missed a single hit, he retreated to his position, adjusted his posture and started a new round of attack.

Chu Tuhe cheered up, retreated to advance, and carefully searched for Zhang Pinghai's flaws.

Zhang Pinghai's every attack was resolved one by one by Chu Tuhe's seemingly panic-free actions. After all, he was still a child. After a long time, his heart became impatient, and when his brain got hot, he punched Chu Tuhe's stomach. Smash it.

Chu Tuhe naturally noticed Zhang Pinghai's movements, and dodged to Zhang Pinghai's left when Zhang Pinghai was punching, concentrated his spiritual power on the fist, and punched Zhang Pinghai in the abdomen.

Zhang Pinghai hit nothing, and the next moment he was beaten, he took a few steps back, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Pinghai, who had never endured such a huge pain, couldn't be relieved for a while, his face was wrinkled into bun folds, his facial features were all distorted, he lay on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to speak.

And Chu Tuhe was not much better, standing on the side sweating profusely, panting heavily, insisting not to close his eyelids while panting.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows who wins and who loses.

Zhang Pinghai, who was lying on the ground, was taken down, and Chu Tuhe also returned to his seat to rest for a while.

Fortunately, Jin Lan didn't make a fuss again, but let Chu Tuhe quietly watch the competition as if it was a joke.

The rookie competition passed quickly, and there are still a few disciples in this class who can endure hardships, have a strong personality, and have good qualifications.

The three disciples with the best performance were selected, and after a long lecture, someone took the new disciple to the residence that had been arranged for a long time.

All the other disciples were sent back to the outer sect to work as chores.