Say it's a big treason to the master

When Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng came back with a bunch of flowers and plants in their arms, Gong Wutong was wearing epiphyllum in front of the water mirror, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he said lazily, "I'm back."

Yue Jiwang put a few precious epiphyllum on the ground, raised his eyes and looked around: "Master, where is Ming Xiuyi?"

If it was normal, Yue Jiwang would not care where Ming Xiuyi went.

"I was stopped by your second uncle to point out sword moves." Speaking of this Gong Wutong, he sighed, not knowing what kind of foolish little apprentice would be tortured by that lunatic in Yunlin Realm.

Yue Jiwang was shocked: "Second Martial Uncle pointed out sword moves?!"

Gong Wutong looked at him with raised eyebrows, it's only been a day, and you're already worried about Ming Xiuyi?It seems that he is not here today, but his three disciples get along well.

Unexpectedly, Yue wanted to meet Sui but his face was filled with envy and envy, and he cursed in a low voice with one voice: "Mingxiu is a good dog."

Gong Wutong: "???"

The back molars of these two apprentices are about to be crushed, and they seem to really hate it.

Gong Wutong was silent, and for some reason suddenly became determined to win or lose. He lay on the futon with his face propped on his side, his robe hanging loosely on his arms: "Isn't it just a few sword moves? If you want to learn, Master can teach better."

The more I look forward to it and feel happier: "Naturally!"

Sui Xiangfeng also nodded: "Yeah! Disciple is the same."

Gong Wutong laughed: "Xianfeng, you can't even hold a sword steadily, so you are not suitable for sword practice."

Sui Xiangfeng's body is thin and weak, and his meridians are not wide, so even if he puts all his strength into it, he still can't practice the way of swordsmanship.

Even in the alchemy class yesterday, the elders persuaded him to learn alchemy, but Sui Xiangfeng only wanted to follow in the footsteps of the master, just like Yue Jiwang wanted to learn the fan from Gong Wutong at the beginning, and said solemnly: "I want to follow in the footsteps of the master. kendo!"

The elder's face was full of "this child, maybe he is a fool".

Afterwards, Yue Ziwang also said that he was not suitable for learning swords, and now Gong Wutong also said the same.

Sui Xiangfeng was a little sad, he said slowly: "I will work hard."

"What are you working hard for?" Gong Wutong said, "No matter how hard you work without talent, it will be futile—from today on, you will learn alchemy from Master."

Sui Xiangfeng was so sad that he was about to cry, but when he heard the last sentence, he raised his head in a daze.

"Follow... Master?"

Gong Wutong nodded, and turned towards the door of the room where the jade plaque of the medicine furnace was hung: "This is the alchemy room of the master. After a few days, after the spring grass in the Linghui Valley blooms, I will open the furnace to refine the spring elixir."

Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng all looked at him in astonishment.

"Master...can you still make alchemy?"

Ming Deng was planting epiphyllum orchids in the flower garden, Gong Wutong said casually: "Don't plant that orchid there, the spring will not cover it, and the roots will rot."

Ming Deng changed its position, Gong Wutong nodded and said yes.

He turned his head and said modestly, "I know a little bit."

Yue Jiwang was very familiar with Gong Wutong's expression - when his master said yesterday that his swordsmanship was "stupid", his tone of voice was exactly the same as now.

Sui Xiangfeng has been immersed in the poisonous Gu of the demon clan for too long, and he also vaguely knows about the art of alchemy.

Fengchun elixir is the elixir of Tianpin, it can really bring the dead back to life, even in the black market of Lianhuadao, it is priceless, but at this time, Gong Wutong said it in such a light tone...

It seems that Gong Wutong's "slight understanding of superficiality" and "blunt talent" are completely different from what they understand.

After Sui Xiangfeng came back to his senses, his eyes almost lit up, he immediately threw away the sword strapped to his waist, and no longer insisted on practicing sword.

"Okay, okay!" He was very happy, "Then I will learn alchemy."

Gong Wutong patted his head in satisfaction.

Now that the jade slips that are almost too obvious are sent over, he will be able to completely determine the path of the three disciples' cultivation.

After teaching Yue Ziwang a few sword moves, and stuffing his notes on alchemy to Sui Xiangfeng, the sky was completely dark.

Gong Wutong coaxed the two who were too excited to study to rest, took off their outer robes, and went to the yard to play with the freshly planted flowers and plants.

Next to each flower and plant is a green fluorescent spring, flickering like a firefly, warming the delicate flowers.

Gong Wutong was very patient in tending the flowers and plants. He hummed a ditty tune until late at night by himself, and finally made the small yard look better, at least not as bare as before.

The bright lamp turned into a palace lantern and floated beside him, and the spring scent sprinkled on his black hair that fell to the ground, making him look like a soul-absorbing ghost in the dark night.

Ming Xiuyi returned to Hongchen Garden with his sword in his body tired, and this picturesque scene caught his eye.

He instinctively breathed lightly, but was still noticed by Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong hooked the rhizome of an epiphyllum with two fingers, raised his head and glanced at him.

Just at this time, the epiphyllum in his hand just bloomed faintly, releasing a refreshing fragrance.

Ming Xiuyi seemed to be intoxicated by the fragrance of epiphyllum, and could no longer bear the soreness of exhausted spiritual power in his meridians, and staggered and knelt on the ground.

Gong Wutong couldn't hold back a muffled laugh: "Come back as soon as you come back, why do you have to give such a big gift? Don't your knees hurt?"

Ming Xiuyi staggered and stood up holding his sword shyly.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that Gong Wutong at night seems extraordinarily gentle.

Gong Wutong knew that Yunlin Jing's advice would not be very gentle, but Jianming Xiuyi's eyes were bright and energetic, without any tiredness, and he seemed to have benefited a lot from it.

"The talent is really good." Gong Wutong nodded, "It seems that I don't have to worry about the presentation meeting five years later."

Ming Xiuyi was stunned for a moment: "The Interpretation Meeting?"

Gong Wutong: "Yes, I have already made an appointment with your righteous brother for you. Five years later, you will go back alone with your sword and defeat Chu Yu, and take back Mingxia Island in a fair way."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi couldn't laugh or cry.

It's strange to say that when Chu Yu's name was mentioned before, Ming Xiuyi's heart was filled with hatred, and he wished to return to Mingxia Island to finish him with a sword; but since the big cry today, it seems that all the resentment has been divided into tears Even if I heard Chu Yu's name, my heart wouldn't be too disturbed.

Knowing that Gong Wutong was doing it for his own good, Ming Xiuyi suppressed a smile and said, "But Chu Yu is already a Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and this disciple has just formed the alchemy."

"In five years, you will be able to surpass him." Gong Wutong is very confident in him, "Go back and rest quickly, and practice hard tomorrow."

Ming Xiuyi laughed, he was too tired, so he didn't say much, he bowed his head and limped back.

Gong Wutong watched him return to the room, and did not look away until the lights in the room went out.

He looked down at the epiphyllum in front of him, and after a while he smiled lightly and said with emotion: "That's great."

A peacock spread its wings, landed on his shoulder, and gently rubbed against the side of his face.

Gong Wutong hooked its neck, and was about to get up from among the flowers, but didn't know if it had been squatting for too long, when it just got up straight up, there was a sudden whirlwind in front of it, and the humming of gongs and drums in its ears.

Gong Wutong suddenly opened his slack eyes wide, and before he had time to do anything, his consciousness suddenly fell into the quagmire.

The spring in the courtyard exploded, and the bright lamp said in horror: "Little Holy One!"

The peacock on the side neighed violently.

Gong Wutong stared blankly at the void, the red rope around his neck suddenly wrapped tightly around his slender neck as if it had come to life, only for a moment to draw bright red bloodstains.

The half-body demon bone was awakened suddenly, desperately exuding the purple mist demon breath and scrambling to get out.

The red rope around the neck strangled Gong Wutong until his breathing stopped suddenly, and he woke up suddenly from the coma, covered his lips and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The moment he regained consciousness, the red rope was released immediately, and upon closer inspection, countless blood mist could be seen emerging from the scar on Gong Wutong's neck, and quickly dissipated.

Gong Wutong took a sharp breath, his face was as pale as paper, and at some point his face was covered with tears.

He struggled to stuff the corner of his sleeve into his mouth, biting it tightly, let out a pain suppressed in his throat, and clutched his left shoulder, trembling violently from the pain, it took a long time to recover.

Ming Deng didn't know what to do at all, so he supported him at a loss: "Little Holy Master..."

Gong Wutong seemed to be used to it, he panted for a while, and then shook his wrist to brush the hand that he wanted to support when he turned on the light.

He had a sick and tired look on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold and stern. Without blinking, he pierced Bi Xiao's sword intent into his meridians, as if he didn't know the pain, and coldly reprimanded: "An Fen point."

Before he finished speaking, the boiling magic breath on his body suddenly became quiet, slowly dormant back into his spirit bones.

After Gong Wutong suppressed the rebellion of his demon bone, he pulled out his sword intent with a cold face, and wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips, his eyes were full of hostility.

The tears on his face were dry, he looked at his trembling wrists, and suddenly said: "Usually, a single spring elixir can last for a month."

Now, three days can't last.

Ming Deng was taken aback.

Gong Wutong looked at the epiphyllum that he accidentally overwhelmed, and thought: "It's time to change the medicine."

A white peacock flew from the dark sky, flitting across the dewy flowers with a touch of spring.

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Early the next morning, Ming Xiuyi got up to wash up with aches all over his body, and specially woke up Yue Jiwang who was always late, and the three of them went to Qianren Academy together.

Gong Wutong's face was full of sickness because of the spirit bone attack last night, but he was in good spirits. It was rare that he didn't go to the school to harm other disciples. small yard.

After a whole day of fiddling, the ruined courtyard finally regained its former vitality.

Gong Wutong watched the sky full of sunset clouds, and drank a jug of wine contentedly, as if yesterday's pain was just a nightmare.

He was very happy, and was about to enter the small world to listen to Shuangxiake's storybook, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside, and a young man in the uniform of a disciple of Jiufangzong ran over with a face full of panic.

Because of Gong Wutong's reckless behavior, few disciples came to Hongchen Garden, it seems that something big happened.

Gong Wutong raised his hand to restrain the boy's salute: "Who happened?"

The disciple was out of breath: "After class today, Junior Brother... three junior Junior Brothers are in the martial arts arena... General, cough, cough, injured a few disciples, now the headmaster wants you to go over."

Gong Wutong: "..."

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Fighting called parents.

Master is gratified: Has my disciple started to cause harm to the Three Realms?