Say it's a big treason to the master

In terms of swearing, Sui Xiangfeng has never lost before. The whole process of catching the people of Mingxia Island calling Chu Yu "the head" is to satirize Chu Yu's family slaves of three surnames, and the people of Mingxia Island are going to explode. Lung, every time he finds a breakthrough point and wants to refute, Sui Xiangfeng will say another sentence to block their way out.

A moment later, the Mingxia Islander was so angry that he vomited blood, and ran away angrily and cowardly.

Sui Xiangfeng glanced at the disciples of the Jiufang Sect, and said indiscriminately: "A group of people can't scold them, do you only use your mouths to breathe?"

All the disciples surrounded Sui Xiangfeng with playful smiles, and they didn't care about his poisonous words, they all praised him for his heroic demeanor in fighting all heroes by himself just now.

Sui Xiangfeng accepted the compliment proudly, thinking he could scold ten more.

At this moment, Gong Wutong, who had changed into new clothes, swayed out, and saw that Sui Xiangfeng, who had been scolding others without blinking his eyes, immediately looked like a kitten that was picked up by the neck, limp Dadi ran forward.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

Gong Wutong nodded casually, and stretched his waist: "I have never slept so full, my bones seem to be crisp."

Sui Xiangfeng thought to himself faintly, it must be soaking in the tender township to soak in crisps.

At this time, "Renrouxiang" had already walked out of the yard, seeing Gong Wutong and Ming Xiuyi instinctively avoiding his sight, but felt that doing so was too pretentious, so he looked over as usual.

"Master."

As soon as Gong Wutong came out, the little disciples of the Jiufang Sect were so frightened that they almost ran away, seeing him glance at him with a half-smile, they all hid behind Ming Xiuyi and saluted timidly.

"I have seen the little saint."

Gong Wutong glanced at them indifferently, but said nothing, only Sui Xiangfeng next to him felt a coolness emanating from his master, he touched his arm, and winked at Ming Xiuyi.

Ming Xiuyi said helplessly to the little disciple who was tugging on his wide sleeve: "Let's go play first."

Everyone hurriedly slipped away as if they had received an amnesty.

Gong Wutong then withdrew his knife-like eyes and said lazily: "Where is Shiliu? Who are you going to compare swords with?"

"Maybe."

Gong Wutong thought for a while and said: "Don't compare swords with swords and find trouble for me."

Sui met and choked.

That's true, Yue Wang went out to compete with swords, once he provoked the demon seeds and was almost sucked out of his life, and once he won the demon sword in the sword competition, it was still his own half soul.

At this time, when they heard that Yue Jiwang went out to compete with swords alone, everyone couldn't help but feel a little bit in their hearts, thinking that he shouldn't do anything else this time.

The more Sui Xiangfeng thought about it, the more worried he became, he frowned and pulled away Jing Che, who was watching Ming Xiuyi anxiously, who was about to ask about the God Transformation Realm, and looked for him together.

Gong Wutong was very satisfied with the eyesight of his second apprentice, looked at Ming Xiuyi, who was dressed in green and tall and tall, the joy in his heart could not be suppressed, he coughed dryly, and said: "Those people bullied you just now? "

Ming Xiuyi laughed when he heard the words, and said, "No."

He didn't even meet those people from Mingxia Island, so how could he talk about bullying?

If you really want to talk about bullying, it should be that Sui Xiangfeng single-handedly bullied those people from Mingxia Island to the point of crying.

Seeing that Gong Wutong was clearly dressed to meet people, Ming Xiuyi said softly, "Master, is he going out?"

"Yeah." Boss Gong Wutong tugged at his fluffy red cloak unhappily, "My father asked me to meet people, but I don't want to go. If I go, I will definitely be nagged by them."

Ming Xiuyi asked curiously, "Who do you want to see?"

Gong Wutong: "There are a lot of people."

He was reluctant, and seeing Ming Xiuyi suddenly remembered something, he laughed again, and said, "Disciple, Master will take you to see the world."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

He remembered that the last time Gong Wutong said such words to him, he took him to Lianhua Dao to smash spirit stones for tens of thousands just to buy a wristband—now that he has grown up, the wristband is no longer usable.

Ming Xiuyi did not refuse, and followed Gong Wutong to "see the world".

A while later, Gong Wutong and the two arrived at the hall where the Yaozu entertained distinguished guests. Ming Xiuyi frowned slightly as he looked at the monks in the room.

These monks are all the guests of the monster clan, most of them are in the realm of transforming gods, the lowest is the cultivation of Nascent Soul, and there are a few Mahayana who have lived in seclusion for many years, and the pressure of the whole room is overwhelming.

Gong Wutong walked in with Ming Xiuyi.

In the hall, headed by Gong Que, who was chatting and reminiscing about the old days, as soon as Gong Wutong entered, everyone looked at him, and then fell on Ming Xiuyi who followed behind with a peaceful temperament.

Gong Wutong didn't hesitate at all, knowing the etiquette rarely, he bowed his head.

Most of these monks are on good terms with Gong Que, even if they know that Gong Wutong is a dude, they don't feel disgusted, and they greet him cheerfully.

After Gong Wutong said hello, he took Ming Xiuyi's hand and walked in front of Gong Que, and greeted the two Mahayana monks who were chatting with Gong Que, and called uncle, very sweetly.

The monks who can discuss Taoism with Gong Que are not ordinary people, Ming Xiuyi looked at them calmly, and found that the two men did not exude the slightest monk breath, they looked like ordinary people.

The two smiled and said a few words to Gong Wutong, one of the white-haired monks just said: "Little Wutong, my family's..."

Gong Wutong seemed to be trampled on his tail, jumped a little, pulled Ming Xiuyi over, and said with a smile: "Uncle Chang, this is Xiuyi."

The monk surnamed Chang was stunned for a moment, he couldn't continue the topic just now, and said with a smile: "It's Mingji's child, it's so old now, hehe, it's still in the state of transformation, not bad, not bad, Mingji's successor Someone."

The monk on the side also nodded lightly: "The talent is extremely high, and it will become a great weapon."

Ming Xiuyi knew that the two were his father's old friends, so he nodded politely and saluted one by one.

Gong Wutong raised his eyebrows and said: "Uncle Lin, am I not very talented? Why do you only praise him?"

Cultivator Chang laughed loudly: "Little Wutong, do you still remember when you entered the state of transformation? It's been so many years and you haven't made any progress at all. If you are praised for your extraordinary talent, would you be ashamed to accept this compliment? "

Gong Wutong has a thick skin: "Why are you embarrassed? My talent is already very high."

Cultivator Chang smiled until his eyes were bent, and Cultivator Lin beside him also smiled faintly.

Gong, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb all this time, couldn't hold back, and gave Gong Wutong a cold look, signaling him that enough is enough.

Gong Wutong pouted, walked to the side and sat down.

Because he didn't know that Ming Xiuyi was coming, and didn't prepare an extra chair for him, Ming Xiuyi didn't care, and stood behind Gong Wutong skillfully.

Gong Wutong originally wanted his apprentice to sit with him in this wide chair, but before he could speak, Gong Ke at the side seemed to sense his thoughts and gave him a cold look.

Gong Wutong stopped this thought immediately, so as not to be whipped by his father in front of everyone.

In the Three Realms, monks with comparable cultivation levels often know each other, and it can even be regarded as a circle, and it is difficult for outsiders to set foot in unless the cultivation base is sufficient or there are some peculiarities.

If it weren't for Gong Wutong, Ming Xiuyi wouldn't even know that there are so many Mahayana and God Transformation stages in the entire Three Realms.

Ming Xiuyi was quietly looking at the monks talking and laughing around him, when suddenly Gong Wutong stood up abruptly as if he had stepped on rolling coals.

Soon, a cold sword intent rushed towards his face, and Chen Wuxia, dressed in white clothes like snow, walked slowly.

Everyone got up and greeted each other.

Gong Wutong pretended to be obedient like a quail, and ran up to pour tea for Chen Wuxia.

Chen Wuxia glanced at him and sat down silently.

Gong Wutong wanted to ask Chen Wuxia where the magic sword is now, but before he found a chance, Cultivator Chang started to catch him and talk about the topic just now: "Little Wutong, to be honest, it's not that my uncle is boasting, my girl is beautiful Very much, she was still talking to me about meeting you a few days ago, and she is also here for this lecture, and maybe she will come to you to talk about the old relationship when the time comes."

Gong Wutong almost jumped up, instinctively looked at Ming Xiuyi beside him, feeling very empty in his heart, immediately denied: "What old love, but there is no old love! I am innocent."

Gong, who knew what he was thinking, didn't even bother to look at him, drinking tea with his eyes downcast, pretending he didn't hear it.

Ming Xiuyi frowned slightly, seeing Gong Wutong's rare and panicky separation from that Mahayana "girl" and lightly rubbed his cuff with his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.

Cultivator Chang couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter with innocence? You're already old, and you should worry about life-long events for yourself."

Gong Wutong almost wrote the word "rejection" on his face. He couldn't understand why the elders always love to matchmaking with people who can't get along with each other.

Gong Wutong said with a green face: "Uncle, I'm actually still young, besides, I'm obsessed with cultivation now, and I'm not in the mood for love."

Cultivator Chang loves to laugh very much, and was overjoyed when he heard the words: "You are still obsessed with your three-legged cat cultivation, hahahaha."

The faces of the people in the hall also turned green.

Gong Wutong was already in the God Transformation Realm at a young age and could be called "the cultivation level of a three-legged cat", so what do they call those who did not enter the God Transformation Realm until they were a hundred years old, and some of them did not enter the Nascent Soul Realm until they were a hundred years old?

Cultivator Chang is keen on being a matchmaker, and always wants to match Gong Wutong and his daughter. Gong Wutong anxiously began to think in his heart, now that he said that he likes men in front of so many people, will his father and his master directly take He pressed the ground to mix double draws.

At this moment, Gong Que finally finished drinking a cup of tea, put the teacup away, and rescued Gong Wutong in a rare sight.

"Let's forget about his bad temper." Gong Que said to Friar Chang, "Don't let him ruin a good girl."

Cultivator Chang suppressed a smile and said, "Gong Que, are you sure that Wutong is your own son? How can you be so sarcastic about your own son?"

Miyako smiled lightly.

Cultivator Chang probably also saw that Gong Zhen really didn't want Gong Wutong to marry the "good girl", so he had to rest his mind regretfully.

Gong Wutong was taken aback, but the eyes that looked at Gong Que were shining.

This is my dear father!

Gong Wutong solved a big problem, so happy, he raised his head to look at Ming Xiuyi, his face was full of credits that he didn't realize, his eyes were full of "Look, look, I have no old love, and no Want to spoil a good girl."

Ming Xiuyi lowered his eyes and met Gong Wutong's shining eyes, smiled lightly, and had no other reaction.

Gong Wutong frowned slightly, and began to wonder if his father was bluffing him.

Didn't it mean that his little apprentice's love for him has become a solid line? Why didn't he react at all when he heard that he had an "old love"?

If it was in the storybook, the protagonist would be jealous.

Gong Wutong turned his head unhappily, thinking that Ming Xiuyi's gentleness is gentle, no matter how he treats his "rival in love" he is so gentle.

He was thinking wildly when he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

He is very familiar with the fragrance of this flower. When Mingxiu Yi was poisoned by love in Feiqiong Secret Realm before, the snow-white flowers bloomed all over the vine wall, and even the small wooden bed in the mustard seed was full of tiny flowers on the edge of the bed.

Gong Wutong turned his head and glanced, and as expected, he found that small clusters of white flowers had bloomed on the chair behind him at some point, and there were a few strands of hair hooked into his hair, which were lingering and beautiful.

Gong Wutong: "..."

Before Gong Wutong could think about it, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, he casually raised his eyes, and found that Chu Yu was wearing a snow-white robe, walking slowly.

When Xu Shi saw Chu Yu, the white flowers on the chair withered in an instant, and rushed back into the cracks in the wood, as if nothing had happened.

Only a small flower that bloomed in Gongwutong's hair swirled and fell from the hair, rubbing the furry edges and getting into Gongwutong's neckline, like a charming and gentle touch.