Say it's a big treason to the master

Due to the overflow of spiritual power, the epiphyllum in Gong Wutong's hair suddenly bloomed.

The dust in the sky was forcibly suppressed by the elder with spiritual power, Gong Wutong raised his hand and hooked it, and pulled back the robe that Ming Xiuyi was holding in his arms, and wrapped it around his body indiscriminately. .

He turned around and said seriously to the disciples who were stunned for a long time and couldn't return to God: "Look, this sword really has no power."

All disciples: "..."

The young people who can enter the Xuanzhai of Qianren Academy are all the favored children of various sects, and their spiritual roots are all unique, and they always look down on those who are "dull in talent".

It's just that the arrogant teenagers didn't expect that one day they would be slapped hard on the face by these four words, and their cheeks were so hot and painful that they could almost burn pancakes.

All the disciples of Xuanzhai, including Ming Xiuyi, finally recovered from their confusion, opened and closed their lips and tried to make a sound, but after trying for a long time, none of them could say a word.

The disciple who was still snickering just now was even more astonished, with the shame of wanting to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Gong Wutong is stubborn and loves to play. In Jiufangzong, he is either lying on the tree reading or wandering around looking for fun. Almost no one has seen him practicing sword.

The disciples of Xuanzhai had very little contact with Gong Wutong, let alone know anything about it.

Everyone should take it for granted that the ignorant little sage should be just as ignorant as the rumors say, waiting to die, how could he hold the sword securely.

Until the sky was full of peach blossoms, the boulder, which was rumored to be unable to leave even the slightest trace with spiritual power, was shattered by a sword, and the powder was still scattered on the ground...

Everyone suddenly remembered.

Even if Gong Wutong is a dandy and ineffective, his father is still the only saint in the Three Realms, Gong Que, and his master is Chen Wuxia, the sword that everyone admires.

How could a big disciple who was personally guided and loved by the sword master be the kind of talented and dull person who couldn't even hold a sword steadily?

Everyone gasped silently, recalling the indifference and faint disdain towards Gong Wutong just now, and couldn't understand where did they have the confidence to look down on the son of the sage?

If this kind of amazingly talented and beautiful person is really selected by him as a "concubine", it is an honor that they can't even ask for. Even if they are beaten by the suzerain and locked up for four or five days, why not? !

For a moment, the same thought came to the minds of all the disciples who were interested in swords.

"If I can be selected, then I can be fair and aboveboard... let the little saint show me the sword moves!!"

What a great thing!

For a moment, everyone looked at Gong Wutong with extremely hot eyes.

After Gong Wutong finished showing off his sword moves calmly, it was amused to see all the disciples stunned, and proudly raised his head to accept the admiration.

But the elder who asked him to make a move was very dissatisfied, and frowned: "Wutong! That Xuanshi was specially brought back by Sword Master from Mingxia Island, how can you destroy it at will?"

Gong Wutong took back the scriptures in Ming Xiuyi's hands, with an attitude of not admitting his mistake: "I don't like that broken stone for a long time, what's so good about it. I'll find another one in a few days and replace it It’s guaranteed to be bigger and more beautiful than this one.”

The elder hated that iron could not be made into steel: "But the words on it were engraved by the Holy One!"

"Oh!" Gong Wutong blinked his left eye at him, and said slyly, "Then I will engrave a word for the little sage, and I will write 'Heaven is noisy, and it is both calm', and the signature is also a 'palace'." , very cost-effective."

Elder: "..."

The elder was so angry that he was half dead, and he held his chest and said "you you you" for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

The head of Sanzhai quickly stepped forward to support the elder.

Gong Wutong was too lazy to stand still and be scolded, so he jumped on the biggest peach blossom tree next to the martial arts arena as soon as he was out of the limelight, and went quietly to read the script.

The elder couldn't scold or beat, so he could only stare at the peach blossom tree, holding his breath, and gave the disciples a swordsmanship lesson.

It's just that all the disciples were engrossed in Gong Wutong's shocking sword, and they were obviously absent-minded during the lecture. Most of their eyes unconsciously drifted towards the peach blossom tree, and their eyes were full of longing and awe.

When the elder saw it, he became even angrier.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't let Gong Wutong use his sword to show off!

An hour later, the elder came out of the hall, holding back his anger and angrily left, probably complaining to Yunlin Realm.

As soon as the elder left, all the disciples of Xuan Zhai flocked under the peach blossom tree, looking eagerly at Gong Wutong, who was addicted to reading scripts.

"Little Saint!"

Gong Wutong was still happily immersed in the story book, half leaning on the tree trunk, his bare feet hanging down and dangling faintly, startled by the sudden loud noise, and immediately fell from the tree.

Everyone was startled, and instinctively reached out to pick him up.

Gong Wutong, a cultivator with such a high level of cultivation, how could he fall, he was about to float in the air against the wind, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ming Xiuyi who was stretching out his hand towards him under him, and immediately relaxed his spiritual power.

Wrapped in a pink robe full of peach blossoms, she fell straight into Ming Xiuyi's warm arms.

Ming Xiuyi just stretched out his hand instinctively, and after thinking about it carefully, he knew how Gong Wutong could fall. He was about to withdraw his hand when he felt a faint fragrance of epiphyllum floating into his arms.

Layers of robes fluttered down in front of her eyes, her eyelashes were slightly closed, and she thought in a trance that she had picked a peach blossom.

Gong Wutong hooked his neck, and put her whole body in his arms, her long hair was entangled again, and a peach blossom was ambiguously entangled in the middle.

Ming Xiuyi froze and looked at him in confusion.

The disciple next to him was also a little stunned. He felt very strange seeing this scene, but he couldn't say why it was so strange.

The notebook in Gong Wutong's hand floated down to the ground, several pages were turned over by the wind, and it happened to stay on a page of drawings.

——The half-demon dressed in black was forcibly hugging the white-clothed Taoist Lord with chains on his wrists and humiliation on his face, and lowered his head sullenly to rub the Taoist Lord's cheek.

Everyone: "..."

Finally know what is strange.

Ming Xiuyi was the first to react, without changing his face, he gently put Gong Wutong under the tree, and brought the boots under the tree for him to put on.

Gong Wutong was very satisfied with the posture just now, and felt that the words were sincere and did not deceive me. He hummed a song to attract the words, and cut off Ming Xiuyi's shorter and shorter hair, and swept around the disciples. He said nicely: "What's wrong?"

All the disciples shook their heads quickly: "No, no, it's nothing!"

Under Gong Wutong's curious gaze, Xuanzhai's disciples, who had been thinking too much because of the picture just now, lowered their heads in shame, didn't even have the face to ask for advice on sword moves, and hurriedly dispersed.

Xuanzhai had a day's class, Gong Wutong leaned on Ming Xiuyi's lap and looked at the picture book of the day, until the sunset fell, and finally the get out of class was over.

Gong Wutong stretched lazily, humming a little song and went back to the residence together with Ming Xiuyi.

In Hongchen Garden, Yunlinjing has received the elder's complaint and is sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard wiping his sword.

Seeing him, Gong Wutong didn't even exchange pleasantries, and said crisply: "Junior brother, I was wrong."

Yun Linjing's movement of wiping the sword paused, and helplessly put down the sword wiping cloth: "What's the next sentence?"

Gong Wutong said proficiently: "I made a mistake this time, and I won't change it next time."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Yun Linjing glanced at Ming Xiuyi lightly, and suddenly swung a sword casually.

Although Gong Wutong learned from Sword Master Chen Wuxia, as he said, that sword is not as powerful as one-tenth of Chen Wuxia, and has no power. , can also cut a person into a skeleton in an instant.

Gong Wutong's purple eyes shrank suddenly, and was about to step forward to block, but saw that the sword light brushed against Ming Xiuyi's shoulder, and chopped the hair of the two people who were entangled together again at some point to pieces.

It's just that the chill didn't diminish at all, Ming Xiuyi came back to his senses in a daze, his right shoulder was already covered with frost and snow.

If it was one more part, then Jian Guang could kill Ming Xiuyi.

Ming Xiuyi stared at the frost and snow on his sleeves, and the fear suddenly came up suddenly, and his heart beat violently.

Gong Wutong said dissatisfiedly: "Why, what kind of sword do you want to use? If you want to fight, fight with me, don't bully my apprentice casually."

Yun Linjing got up from the stool, and said calmly, "Don't dare to attack senior brother."

Gong Wutong glared at him: "Yun Laotou, what good thing did my father give you to bribe you, to make you see me so strict?"

Yun Linjing didn't speak, just smiled gently.

Gong Wutong said angrily: "Would you please get rid of this "hair knot". "

"What's wrong?" Yun Linjing asked softly, "Doesn't senior brother just like this?"

Gong Wutong let out a "huh" and smashed the jar: "Oh, it's just what I want, I don't understand this knot, sleep at night... eh!"

Before he finished speaking, Yunlinjing's expression changed, and he couldn't hold back and untied the "hair tie" directly.

Yunlinjing had never been able to say no to Gong Wutong, so he was sure that Ming Xiuyi had no guts to dare to rebel against Gong Wutong during the bout of flattery, so he saluted respectfully and left with his sword in hand.

Gong Wutong patted Ming Xiuyi's shoulder, comforting him: "Don't be scared, don't be scared."

Ming Xiuyi forced a smile, but didn't speak, he tightly clenched the sleeves of his palms, and his eyes had a deep look.

He was not frightened, but once again felt the powerlessness of man-made swords being controlled by others.

Ming Xiuyi has been under the shadow of Ming Ji Shouzun for many years, and everyone is envious of his smooth behavior, but when he is forced to strip off his status as "Ming Shaozun", he is just a mediocre person.

Ming Xiuyi looked down at his slightly trembling fingertips, feeling heavy in his heart as if being pressed down by a boulder, making him almost out of breath.

Gong Wutong sensed that he was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Ming Xiuyi took a deep breath, put his fingers together and retracted his sleeves, and shook his head lightly: "It's nothing."

Seeing that he didn't want to say it and didn't force it, Gong Wutong rubbed his head again, caught a glimpse of the lotus in the courtyard, and almost jumped up from the ground.

The story of "Under the Frost" is about to begin!

The little sage was not willing to miss it, and heartlessly told Ming Xiuyi to run back to the room, took off his boots and got on the couch, and quickly entered the small world to listen to the book.

When Shuangxiake saw the little sage, he was in high spirits, and Xingmu patted him very hard.

"...The half-devil woke up from a big absurd dream, sat on the couch in silence for a long time, saw the quiet night outside, and felt an impulse in his heart."

Gong Wutong didn't even eat melon seeds anymore, so here comes the thought!

"The half-demon took advantage of the moonlight to walk to the inner room where the master was, and knocked lightly on the door.

Shen Daojun was meditating, and he didn't open his eyes when he heard this, he just said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

The half-demon timidly said: "Master, I had a nightmare and I dare not sleep for a while. Can I sleep next to you tonight?"

Shen Daojun was silent for a long time before he sighed softly: "Come in."

The half-devil was overjoyed, hiding his dirty little thoughts, happily went to the master's couch. "

Gong Wutong was also overjoyed, and happily rewarded him.

In the middle of the night, the storytelling came to an end.

Satisfied, Gong Wutong came out of Shuangxiake's small world, and looked through the scriptures and erotic pictures on the bookshelf for a while, when suddenly there was a light knock on the door outside.

Then, Ming Xiuyi's voice came from outside.

"Master."

Gong Wutong was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

Ming Xiuyi hesitated for a moment before saying: "I had a nightmare, and I dare not sleep for a while. Tonight can..."

Gong Wutong's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he burst into ecstasy, almost rushing out to carry him in.

Just the next moment, he heard Ming Xiuyi whisper: "...Can I ask you a few sword moves and mental techniques that I don't understand tonight?"

Gong Wutong: "..."