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Shi Shen said in one sentence: He has the root of wisdom!

Wu Nifeng's heart was beating like a drum, and he said cautiously, "I still have to rely on my predecessors."

Picking up ginseng and drinking tea, he didn't speak.

Wu Nifeng stabilized himself and waited quietly.Wu Xu dissatisfied, "Grandpa, why are you being so polite to him? He's just... oh... it hurts... it hurts... grandpa let go."

Wu Nifeng now regrets pampering Wuxu, this poor kid, does he know how to look at people's eyes?His low profile and respectful attitude are displayed, mainly for people with eyes, who can see it.This old bone of his is eager to confess someone, and when it comes to your mouth, he can't wait to tear down his platform...

Wu Nifeng clenched Wu Xu's wrist tightly.

Wu Xu has been well-raised, her skin is fair, and there are very obvious marks from bumps and bumps, let alone Wu Nifeng's relentless grip on his wrist.

With tears in her eyes, Wu Xu stared at Shi Shen, "You, why don't you let my grandpa let go of his hand... Hiss... Grandpa, it hurts... I know I was wrong, can't I apologize to him? Grandpa, you Let me go..."

Wu Nifeng, "What is he, called Shi...Senior Shi."

Wu Xu pursed her lips, "Senior Shi, I was wrong, I apologize to you, don't be angry, let my grandfather let go, I won't compete with you for the position of director, the head office should do it."

Wu Nifeng, "..."

Picking up ginseng, "Oh~"

Wu Xu, "..." felt ridicule.

Shi Shen put down the teacup, added tea, in the hot mist, Meifeng was like a fairy, and said casually, "I can take him as a disciple."

Bang!

Two loud bangs.

The teacup in Wu Nifeng's hand smashed on the tea table, the glass was not broken, and the tea in the cup was poured; another loud noise was Wuxu's knee hitting the corner of the table, and the sound of bones shaking.

Wu Xu screamed, the pain made Xiaobai's face change color.

After Wu Nifeng lost his composure, his old face was agitated. He carried Wu Xu to him like he was carrying a sack, put his foot on Wu Xu's knee, and let Wu Xu kneel down for Shi Shen in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table. Big and strong.

Wuxu, "..."

His knee, is it still there?

Wu Nifeng said, "You bastard, hurry up and call Master." He shook his hands, refilled the teacup with the overturned cup, stuffed it into Wu Xu's hand, "Present tea."

Wu Xu, "...what?"

Wu Nifeng slapped him on the head, and said with a tiger face, "Worship Master."

Wu Xu's pretty face was distorted into that of a gecko.

Shi Shen laughed softly, "Don't make things difficult for him, I'm not qualified to be his master."

Wu Xu pushed back subconsciously, "You still have self-knowledge... Aww!!! Grandpa! You hit me again." He was very wronged. Serving tea at the beginning... This is definitely not the grandfather who loved him since he was a child.

Wu Nifeng held Wu Xu's head down, "Fart your mother, and respect Master for me! Senior Shi can accept you as an apprentice. It's because of the smoke from the ancestral grave of your dancer's family, and it's the blessing you have cultivated in several lifetimes."

Wu Xu, "...I recognize him, can't I?" As for beating him and scolding him again?

Wu Nifeng's heart is more uncomfortable than a vendetta with a sworn enemy.

Wu Xu's nose was bright red, and he toasted unwillingly. Although he was still not convinced, since he promised his grandfather to recognize Shishen as his master, he would treat him respectfully in terms of behavior.

"Master, drink tea."

This is Master, he gritted his back molars and yelled.

Wu Nifeng's old face was tense, being made such a fuss by this bastard, he was worried that if the bastard would repent, if the bastard dared to mess up the matter, let's see how he would deal with him.

Shi Shen asked Wu Xu to kneel, and his eyes fell on the sword on the sofa, "Old friend, why don't you come out to say hello? Didn't you make your favorite morning dew tea?"

The grandpa and grandson of the dancer were at a loss, not understanding what Shi Shen said suddenly, and they followed his gaze to the sword.

The sword was not out of its sheath, lying quietly.

Wu Nifeng said, "This is the sword of my founder of the Huoshan School, Wujue!" When he mentioned Wujue, his expression was a little strange. According to the records of the Huoshan School, since the death of the ancestor of the Kaishan School, his saber Wujue Then he was sent to the secret room. When the previous masters chose the saber, they couldn't hold Wujue. These years, Wujue had fallen into dust in the secret room, and he had forgotten it in the corner. He went to the secret room and brought Wujue out. He Huoshan faction had already forgotten Wujue.

"Senior Shi... Do you know Wujue?"

Wu Xu subconsciously retorted, "How could he know..." This sword belonged to the founder of the Huoshan School, and Shi Shen was not from the Huoshan School, so how could he know it.

Wu Nifeng should really sew Wu Xu's mouth shut, wouldn't it be okay to kneel quietly and hold your apprentice tea?Chatty!

Shi Shen smiled lowly, and didn't care about Wu Xu's attitude. Wu Xu's words were not pleasant, but there was no malice.

"Old acquaintance."

Shi Shen leaned lazily on the sofa, "Speaking of which, I gave this sword to you, the founder of the mountain."

Wu Xu, "Impossible..."

The head was knocked again.

Wu Nifeng didn't take back his hand, but put it on Wu Xu's head to prevent him from interrupting.Wu Nifeng was astonished at Shi Shen's words.

"It's your old..."

Shi Shen's gaze fell on him lightly, Wu Nifeng changed his words instantly, and said excitedly, "Is it really the five senses given by Senior Shi? In this way, the relationship between Senior Shi and my Huoshan School was established thousands of years ago... ..."

Picking up ginseng, "There are some origins."

Wu Nifeng rubbed his hands, his old face turned red with excitement, with this relationship, his grandson is ready to be a teacher, it's over...

Picking up Shen Yang's hand, he held the sword on the sofa in his hand.

Wu Xu was excited, "My sword...uh..."

Wu Nifeng learned to be smart this time, instead of humming his head, he tightly covered his mouth, Wu Xu blushed with anger.Shi Shen ignored the "interaction" between the grandfather and grandson, flicked the hilt of the sword with his fingers, "How old are you, and you still play autistic?"

The sword didn't move.

Pick up ginseng with spiritual power, and draw the sword out of its sheath.In Wu Xu's hand, the blade was sharp, but now the sword was soft, and it rattled in Shi Shen's hand.

Wu Xu, "!!!" Ah, his sword!

Shi Shen, "What are you doing? You want to rely on me? I don't use a sword, so what's the use of relying on me?"

The limp blade made a slight buzzing sound.

Shi Shen was afraid to pat it, "Are you a big girl on the sedan chair? Do I have to invite you once and three times? I was waiting for you once, and if I couldn't come out, I forced you back."

The limp sword reluctantly turned into a young man wearing a fairy gown. The man was not crowned, with white hair reaching his waist, a pair of almond eyes like honey, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be dyed with rouge.

"I'm not a big girl."

Her moist eyes were icy cold and sharp.

"It's okay if you want to marry me off. You've done this kind of thing once, and you're very skilled."

Shi Shen slapped his outstretched hand away, "What are you doing? Just woke up and wanted to fight?"

Wujue, "I was created by you, can I beat you? We haven't seen each other for thousands of years, I just want to touch you. I won't touch you now?"

Shi Shen said, "I made the blade, you old soul was not born by me. Now I have a Taoist companion, so I can't touch it."

Wujue was amazed, "You already have a Taoist partner?" He suddenly became interested, "Who is it? Can I fall in love with you?" The next moment, he disappeared.

Shi Shen knew that he was looking for Gu Fusheng, so he didn't stop him, and just looked at the dancer's grandpa and grandson indifferently.

Wu Nifeng, "..."

Wu Xu, "..." His eyes were wider than the copper bell.

"Yeah?" Wu Xu said in a baby voice, looking at Shi Shen foolishly, "Yeah?"

Wu Nifeng came back to his senses. He felt that he had received a strong sensory shock. He opened his mouth several times before making a sound, "Yes, it's a sword, a sword spirit?!"

His Huoshan sect's sword actually has a sword spirit? !

He can only feel the glory of the Huoshan School thousands of years ago from the records of the Huoshan School. The current Huoshan School has long since lost its glory in the past. have strengths.

But now, what did he see?

Sword Spirit!

Sword Spirit! !

If the previous heads of the Huoshan School knew about this, they...would regret leaving Wujue in the secret room to collect dust.

Wu Nifeng thought about herself, regretting it in her heart!

He squinted at Wu Xu, his emotions were surging, he was indeed the lucky star of his Huoshan faction, the hope of his Huoshan faction, he was really chosen by heaven...

Shi Shen nodded, Wu Jue was originally a ghost, but after meeting him, he voluntarily melted into the sword he had struck. Back then, he had a relationship with the founder of the Huoshan School, so he gave this sword to the founder of the Huoshan School.

Among them, fate is not mentioned.

Wu Nifeng laughed loudly, and bluntly said that he was lucky with the Huoshan faction.

Wu Xu murmured, "Give me back my sword." His sword turned into a man and ran away!

Wu Nifeng patted him on the head, dead boy, what else are you thinking about?Where can your sword go?If you are not worshiping your master, your master will really run away.

"Senior, my silly grandson, I will rely on you from now on."

Shi Shen looked at Wu Xu who was in a daze, and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that your grandson has other ideas. In this way, when he thinks it over, I'll come to drink this cup of tea."

Wu Nifeng was about to speak out, so he had no other thoughts, so he just drank this cup of tea now...

The moment he opened his mouth, there was no one picking up ginseng in front of him.

Wu Nifeng hated iron for being weak, pointed at Wu Xu's nose and said, "Grandpa has spoiled your brain, right? Ah, you have lost your mind. Is it up to me to make the decision for you? Just raise a cup of tea and let you recognize it." Master, you can turn things into such an ugly picture, are you trying to piss me off?"

"Hey little grandson, can I call your grandson a success? Get out of here, go and chase your master back."

"Still kneeling..."

Wu Xu, "...the leg hurts."

He is very wronged, 22 years of wronged, all wronged here today.

The leg hurts, and he was scolded, and the sword ran away.

Is it because he didn't hold the teacup, and didn't invite the ginseng to drink tea?It's him who doesn't drink!

Wu Nifeng, "... Get out, go find your master! Remember, the posture must be pious and respectful, he will be your sky, your land, and your backer from now on."

Wuxu, "!!!"

Gu Zhong, who sat by the door and watched the whole process, really felt that Wu Xu was a big fool, and asked Shi Shao to be his master, young man, do you know how many people envy and envy you after you walk out of here today?