Say it's a big treason to the master

The mist sprayed out by the snow ball almost turned people into ice sculptures, not to mention that the whole body hit people's faces.

Ming Xiuyi was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and rushed forward, the terrifying fantasy of Gong Wutong being frozen into ice slag had already appeared in his mind, a surge of fear welled up in his heart, as if a thunderbolt struck his head, and the sound almost shattered.

"division--!!"

In the next moment, Gong Wutong stretched out his fingers and pulled the snow-made hair from the face of the snow ball, flicked it casually, and asked curiously: "What kind of fun thing is this?"

Ming Xiuyi: "... respect."

Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng also breathed a sigh of relief with a pale face.

Also, who is Gong Wutong, how can he be frozen by a snow dumpling like them?

Just now, the Xuetuanzi, which caused the three of them to panic, was randomly pinched by Gong Wutong, just like pinching a rag doll.

The Xuetuanzi was pinched so that her face was round, and she struggled desperately to run, but she couldn't break free from Gong Wutong's slender hands at all, and could only whine in vain.

"Hey, it's quite fun." Gong Wutong poked Xue Tuanzi's face with a smile, and looked up, "Who brought this spiritual pet? It looks like Xiu Yi..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gong Wutong's eyes fell on the icy and snowy Hongchen Garden.

Gong Wutong: "..."

Master's smile slowly froze on his face, as if frozen by snowballs.

The small yard that he has been taking care of carefully since he moved into Hongchen Garden...

Gone.

This stimulation was too great, Gong Wutong clutched his chest and staggered back half a step, and was caught by the human-shaped lamp.

After a while, the three disciples stood in a row with their heads downcast, guilt and guilt written all over their faces.

Gong Wutong was so angry that he almost fell ill, and was fed medicinal wine by the bright lamp. He lay on the soft couch in the inner room, and asked sleepily: "Who is this great man who is so promising? Come out and let me pay my respects." .”

Before Ming Xiuyi had time to take the initiative to admit his mistake, Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng were afraid of being implicated and rejected by their master, each of them put a hand on his back and pushed him out forcefully.

With a bang, Ming Xiuyi was caught off guard and rushed to the side of Gong Wutong's couch, staggering and half-kneeling down.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Gong Wutong looked at him faintly.

As expected of a good apprentice he had taken in, he had just entered the teacher's school for less than three days, and he committed rebellion and destroyed the small courtyard he had cared for for many years.

If it grows up a bit, is it still okay?

Ming Xiuyi's face was full of embarrassment, it was the first time he saw such a gnawing expression on the arrogant and arrogant Gong Wutong's face, he took half a step back and knelt on the ground guiltily, apologizing.

"It was because of my unfavorable custody that I made a big mistake, please punish me, master."

The snow ball was still howling, being pinched by the bright lamp and unable to break free.

The bright lantern is transformed by the spring, not to mention the spiritual power of Gong Que, which is naturally what Xue Tuan fears the most.

Ming Deng looked indifferent, and poured the spiritual energy of spring into its body, making the snow dumpling tremble slightly, like the snow in late winter meets the spring breeze, and the melted ice water dripped down the toes of the snow dumpling.

It looked like it would turn into a puddle of water within half an hour.

Gong Wutong glanced at the snow ball, he probably knew what happened, he stretched out his hand, and the snow ball floated in front of him, he gently pinched it in the palm of his hand, and used his spiritual sense to investigate.

A few days ago, Mozun Zong suspected that Ming had told him that Ming Xiuyi had an ice spirit seed in his body, but now it seems that it may not be true.

That snow ball is not an ordinary ice spirit species, but an even rarer ice spirit species.

Recalling what Ming Xiuyi said earlier, the cold pool of Mingxia Island was so cold that if one moved one’s spiritual power recklessly, one’s meridians would be frostbitten. But this time Gong Wutong passed by, Chu Yu stayed in the cold pool for half a day to fish for swords. Apart from freezing, the meridians were not injured at all.

Gong Wutong was still confused before, but now he finally understands.

Ming Xiuyi accidentally fell into the cold pool, and the ice spirit seed bred in the thousand-year-old ice accidentally got into his dantian and was taken out of the cold pool by him.

Knowing that Ming Xiuyi's cultivation base at this time couldn't control the Ice Spirit Seed at all, Gong Wutong didn't blame him any more, and tied him into the body of the Ice Spirit Seed, forcing it to turn into a ball of glowing ice Kind of sent back to the dantian of Ming Xiuyi.

Seeing that Ming Xiu Yi finally took the deadly thing back, he was completely relieved.

Gong Wutong hung her snow-white wrists by the side of the couch, and lazily said: "Get up, what a big deal."

Ming Xiuyi didn't dare to look up at him, but pursed his lips and stared at the half white wrist in front of him, and said stubbornly, "I hope Master will punish you."

Gong Wutong didn't look at him, instead, his eyes drifted to the thick and messy vines on the corridor outside, and it took him a long time to say in admiration: "That vines are not bad."

Ming Xiuyi didn't understand why he praised the vine that ruined half of the verandah and was still waiting to be punished.

After Gong Wutong finished feeling, he raised his hand and waved a wave of spiritual power to force Ming Xiuyi to stand up, and said indifferently: "What's the hurry, even if you don't say anything about punishment, I will give it to you."

Only then did Ming Xiuyi feel less guilty.

Gong Wutong cared about his small yard, and said: "When the lights will melt the ice and snow in the yard, you first help to use wood-type spiritual power to save the living plants and flowers."

Seeing something useful to him, Ming Xiuyi heaved a sigh of relief, and said seriously, "Yes!"

Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng at the side stopped being angry when they saw Gong Wutong, and followed suit: "Master, what about us, Master?"

"You guys." Gong Wutong tilted his head and thought for a while, raised his hand and squeezed out a black butterfly to guide the direction, "Then help me run errands and go to the Linghui Valley of Jiufangzong to get some flowers and plants."

"Yes!"

Gong Wutong talked about his favorite flowers one by one, and after he hoped to remember them, he and Sui Xiangfeng happily ran to Linghui Valley.

Ming Deng has manipulated spiritual power to melt the ice in the entire Hongchen Garden, and all the water flows into the pond, mixed with frozen petals.

As expected, the Ice Spirit Seed should not be underestimated. Most of the flowers and plants in the Hongchen Garden were frozen into ice flowers. Once thawed, even the petals disappeared, only the bare roots.

The more Ming Xiuyi looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Ming Ji also loves orchids, and Ming Xiuyi got to know them a little bit. There are several orchids in the courtyard that are extremely rare, and they are hard to find in the Three Realms, so they were destroyed just because of him.

"It would be great if my cultivation base was higher." Ming Xiuyi thought this thought again, and it became more and more intense.

All the epiphyllum orchids planted on the ground were completely destroyed, and only a few hardy trees were still barely alive. Seeing a little emerald green, Ming Xiuyi hurriedly stepped forward and put his hand on the root of the tree, pouring spiritual power into it for free. root.

Wood-type spiritual power has a strong affinity for trees, and its healing power is the most effective. Soon, several wilting trees came to life in his hands.

The last thing to melt was the towering pear tree. Ming Xiuyi looked at the bare branches and poured spiritual power into the roots.

The whole body of the bright lamp was full of emerald green fluorescent light. He poured water into the pond at the side, and said calmly when he saw the situation: "This tree can't be saved, don't waste your spiritual energy."

Ming Xiuyi shook his head: "The roots of this tree are not completely destroyed if they can be saved."

The spiritual power continued to pour into the roots of the pear tree, and Ming Xiuyi's face quickly turned pale, but he refused to stop, and the spiritual power poured in intermittently, slowly bringing life to the wilting pear tree.

At this moment, a cool hand suddenly clasped his wrist, blocking his spiritual power.

Ming Xiuyi looked up blankly.

Gong Wutong pulled him up, and rolled his eyes: "It's just a tree, why are you working so hard?"

Ming Xiuyi: "But..."

With a smile on his face, Gong Wutong stretched out his hand and flicked the center of Ming Xiuyi's eyebrows lightly, a stream of clear spiritual power entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ming Xiuyi took a sharp breath, only to realize that the spiritual power of his meridians had been exhausted, and his limbs and bones were aching in waves.

Gong Wutong put one hand behind his back, and said with a smile: "Stretch out your hand—you are the first to greet Master today, and I will give you a reward."

Ming Xiuyi lowered his head and whispered, "Master hasn't punished me yet."

He always felt that he was not worthy of Gong Wutong's reward.

"Tsk, long-winded, I haven't seen anyone who is in a hurry to be punished." Gong Wutong said, "Don't worry, Master has always been rewarding and punishing—stretch your hand."

Ming Xiuyi hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand awkwardly.

Gong Wutong stuffed something cold into his palm, Ming Xiuyi was taken aback, thinking he was holding a piece of ice.

It was only when Gong Wutong's layered wide sleeves left, revealing a familiar hilt in his palm, that Ming Xiuyi finally saw clearly what was in his hand.

That is--

His jade hook sword.

Ming Xiuyi froze in place, staring at the sword shining like a bright moon, unable to recover for a long time.

Gong Wutong responded very satisfied, and was about to happily claim the credit, but then remembered that the rain on his body had been evaporated by the light spring, so he gave up the bad move of taking credit from others.

"How about it, do you like it?" Gong Wutong asked expectantly, "Your good righteous brother personally went down to the cold pool to fish it for you."

Ming Xiuyi held the sword, dazed and at a loss, only felt that the sword seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and his wrist hurt from the fall.

A shrewd person like Chu Yu, if it wasn't for Gong Wutong, how could he go for the sword for himself?

After Ming Ji's death, Ming Xiuyi thought that no one in this world would care about whether he was wronged or not, would not stand up for an insignificant person like him, and no one would waste his mind on him.

Seeing Gong Wutong smiling gently at him with peach-blossom smiling eyes, in a trance, Ming Xiuyi suddenly felt that the stone that had been pressing tightly in his heart was directly shattered by his smile.

It turned out that there were still people in this world who cared about him.

This jade hook sword seems to open the closed heart door of Ming Xiu with a single sword. The resentment and grievance accumulated in the heart since the fall of Ming Ji, and the worry about gain and loss for fear of being rejected by Gong Wutong, vented out together like a river breaking a bank .

The stagnation in his heart suddenly turned into sourness, bit by bit he attacked his limbs and bones, and finally swarmed to his eyes, almost forcing tears out of him.

The wood-type spiritual power is still slowly spreading on the pear tree, and it has slowly reached the branches at this time, so that the bare branches and dead trees are in spring, and suddenly there are large clusters of snow-white pear blossoms.

Ming Xiuyi flung himself into Gong Wutong's arms amidst the fragrance of pear blossoms, and tears fell silently.

He finally found his home.

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Gong Wutong: He fell in love with me!

Ming Xiuyi: I will practice hard to be worthy of Master's painstaking cultivation, and I will come to ask for sword moves in the evening!