Say it's a big treason to the master

Yue Jiwang looked at him strangely: "What are you thinking? Master is already in the stage of becoming a god, why do you need to sleep all day? It will naturally happen if you meditate, but we have only been here for a few days. It is most normal that we have not seen each other. Bar."

Ming Xiuyi rubbed the center of his brows, and also felt that he was a little dazed, why would he suddenly want to ask this for no reason.

Sui Xiangfeng had already run over, looking at Gong Wutong with longing on his face: "Master! Your dance is so beautiful!"

Gong Wutong danced so hard that his toes became hot. He laughed and walked to the bank of the small pond next to him and sat down. He dipped half of his porcelain-white calf into the cool water and said with a sneer, "You can sweep the mountain steps very well." good."

When Sui Xiangfeng swept the mountain steps, he was confident and confident, and when the passing disciples looked at them, he would stare back with his teeth bared. Those who didn't know thought sweeping the mountain steps was an honorable thing.

But at this time when Gong Wutong mentioned it, Sui Xiangfeng immediately hung his head listlessly, and said in a low voice, "It's very embarrassing."

Gong Wutong kicked the water, couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, go back and rest."

The three of them were really tired, so they saluted in a proper manner and went back to their rooms.

The whole yard fell into silence again, Gong Wutong looked down at his calf for a while, and was in a daze for a while, recalling the way his three disciples beat up the three Guzhou City disciples today because of those insignificant words , I don’t know why I suddenly burst out laughing.

He is used to being dissolute, and it is common for him to be scolded in private, but this is the first time he has been defended by a few youngsters.

Gong Wutong sighed again: "It turns out that this is the feeling of accepting apprentices."

Warmer than spring.

The water in the pond was a bit cool, Gong Wutong just sat there carelessly stepping on the water, sitting in the silence of the night for more than an hour, the sky finally turned pale.

The sun is rising, and it is about to come out.

Gong Wutong squinted his eyes due to the light, stretched his hands above his head, and said calmly: "After so many days of rain, I finally saw the sun."

He took back his blue feet from the cold, hummed a little song barefoot and went back to the room, took a few sips of the wine on the table.

Passing through the window, there was a burst of excitement in the Hongchen Garden. The three teenagers were probably too tired to wake up late. Hearing the heavy bell on the mountainside, they hurried out while putting on their robes, chattering non-stop.

Gong Wutong laughed while watching, almost choked on the wine, thinking rather gloatingly: "Today Xuanzhai's first class is poison art, they are finished."

Ming Deng passed by the three of them, holding a black storage ring from the Demon Race across the Yunjiang River, walked quickly into the inner room and presented it to Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong was in a good mood, humming a little tune and opened it casually.

As soon as the storage ring was lifted, several distracted puppets emerged from it first, and surrounded Gong Wutong, repeating the same sentence expressionlessly.

"Wu Tong, when will you repair the demon?"

"When will you cultivate demons?"

"Cultivate the devil."

"magic."

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong sometimes felt that his uncle was more open-mouthed than Qiu Quechan.

He waved away those puppets, and took out a handful of jade slips from the storage ring without changing his expression—all were the cultivation methods of the Ice Spirit Seed.

Gong Wutong's spiritual consciousness entered, and he read all the mental methods above with one glance and ten lines.

As expected, the Ice Spirit Seed is only suitable for cultivating demons. No matter how high-sounding the jade slip mental method is at the beginning, it all falls on the way of demons in the end.

Gong Wutong sighed while watching, no wonder Ming Xiuyi became a demon in the end, it seems that after he fell into the cold pool and was parasitized by the ice spirit species, the ending was already set.

Ming Xiuyi has formed alchemy, and placing the ice spirit seed instead of the golden core in the inner mansion of the dantian is the least evil and the most thorough way to control the ice spirit seed.

It's just that this move is too risky, and it's all within a single thought of enlightenment and cultivation.

Gong Wutong thought about it for a long time, fearing that he would destroy Mingxiuyi's golden elixir with a shaking of his hand, so he had to put the jade slip away.

He sighed and said, "It would be great if my father was still in Jiufangzong."

Shengzun Palace did make a move, guaranteeing that nothing will go wrong.

But if Gong Que came back at this time and found that Gong Wutong had accepted three troublesome apprentices without even saying hello, he would definitely hang him up and beat him.

Gong Wutong shivered for a moment, thinking that he should continue to think about a safer way.

***

The three of Ming Xiuyi were indeed finished. Not only were they punished to stand by the elders who taught poison for being late, but they finally had no class schedule in the afternoon, and they had to carry a broom to sweep the mountain steps.

Fortunately, the sun was out today, and the fallen leaves on the mountain steps were blown away by the wind, which was very easy to sweep. It was rare for the three of them to return home before sunset.

Yue Jiwang carried a broom with a bald head on his shoulders, and followed Sui Xiangfeng to learn how to make a sound with a weed in his mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah—"

Sui Xiangfeng: "No, yes, ah, ah, ah!"

"what?"

Ming Xiuyi thought he was deaf and turned a deaf ear.

The courses at Qianren Academy are often very full, and today the three of them lacked some details due to standing punishment and sweeping the steps. Ming Xiuyi was reading Jing Che's notes, and if he didn't understand, he planned to go back and ask the teacher to respect him.

Halfway through the walk, clusters of small snow-white flowers suddenly bloomed in the green forest on the side without warning. Looking back, both sides of the mountain steps behind me were also full of blooms, as if paving the way from the foot of the mountain to the side peak.

The direction of the spread is the Hongchen Garden.

This scene was too weird, the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurriedly ran back to Hongchen Garden along the mountain steps.

Gong Wutong had been lying on the beauty's couch by the pond studying the jade slips for a whole day, when he heard the hurried footsteps, he murmured without stopping his head, "I'm back."

The three panted and ran back to him: "Master, Shizun!"

The master copied a copy of the heart method on the jade slip, and flipped a page casually: "Today, I will teach you a word, no matter what happens, you must be calm and stable-even if you are caught watching erotic pictures in class and being caught by the elders in front of you." People in Quanzhai should be calm and composed when scolding, so that it is not easy to generate demons in cultivation."

Disciples: "..."

The three of them were speechless, thinking that only the master could remain calm when he was found watching erotic pictures.

But the words were rough and not rough, the disciples took a deep breath to stabilize their breathing and remained calm.

Yue Jiwang: "I just saw a bunch of small flowers outside, and it looks a little weird."

Gong Wutong circled a few words with a cinnabar pen. The melting of the ice spirit seed into the dantian requires a cumbersome formation. He just had nothing to study when he was young.

"Oh." Gong Wutong said casually, "What little flower?"

He was so calm, which further showed that the three apprentices had never seen the world, and their faces were flushed with shame.

Ming Xiuyi said awkwardly: "It's nothing, just ordinary little white flowers in clusters, like snow."

Gong Wutong paused with his fingers lifting the book, and looked up in surprise.

"Flowers like snow?"

The three nodded.

At this moment, the lantern turned into a human form and nodded respectfully: "Little Holy One, the Holy One is back."

Gong Wutong was stunned for a moment, his fingers slowly released his strength, and a stack of papers slowly fell from his hands, splashing all over the floor.

"My father is back?" Gong Wutong looked like he was still asleep, and stared in confusion, "Isn't he going to retreat?"

"His Holiness should have known about your illness yesterday."

Gong Wutong let out a blank "Oh", the whole person seemed to be wandering too far, following instinct, he picked up a page of paper on his body and continued to read, but he couldn't read a word at all.

Mingxiu didn't know what to do, so he knelt down and collected the papers on the floor, tidied them up and handed them to the master.

However, Gong Wutong seemed to have reacted suddenly, and suddenly fell off the beauty's couch, and said in amazement: "What?! Little white flower?!"

"..." Ming Xiuyi helped him up, and said strangely, "Yes."

"Ahhhh!" Gong Wutong suddenly took off the gaudy purple robe on his body, as if his tail was burned by fire, and threw it indiscriminately, and ran to the inner room, and said anxiously while running, "He How did you come back, why did you come back, what did you come back for?!"

Only the three people in place looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of astonishment.

Ming Deng almost gloated and stood aside watching Gong Wutong flustered.

Gong Wutong turned around in a hurry, shouting in the room with a breakdown.

"Bright lamp! Where's my prayer beads?! It was still there a few days ago, where did I put it?!"

"Open the Zen room for me! Light the incense! There are also Buddhist scriptures, woo..."

"Call Qiu Quechan again! Let him destroy the Xuanzhai stone for me—"

The whole Hongchen Garden was messed up by Gong Wutong himself.

After a stick of incense, a puff of sandalwood came from the closed Zen room next to Gong Wutong's room, and a branch of epiphyllum dripping with water was inserted in the jade vase.

Gong Wutong's gaudy purple robe was received somewhere. The inner garment was the white monk's robe that he was used to wearing on weekdays. He changed into a snow-white robe with only a single pear blossom embroidered on the cuffs. His long hair was scattered along with the hem. open.

He was kneeling upright on the futon, with a string of sapphire beads wrapped around his thin wrist, and when he broke one of them lightly with his fingertips, there was an inaudible click.

The little sage quietly knelt and meditated on sutras, his brows and eyes were full of Zen thoughts of compassion.

——It seems that the grievances can be transcended in an instant, and they can attain the Tao and become a Buddha.

Yue Jiwang and the three of them were already dumbfounded.

They had never seen his master pass by so seriously, it seemed that the phrase "the lord is back" was like a monster, directly snatching away their wanton and insolent master.

Ming Deng almost couldn't help laughing, seeing Gong Wutong's peacock feather earrings that he forgot to take off, he didn't remind him maliciously.

At this moment, the small snow-white flowers slowly blooming on the mountain steps finally reached the Hongchen Garden and stopped at the door of the meditation room where Gong Wutong was.

Ming Deng hurriedly coaxed the three stunned teenagers back to his room, probably because he was afraid that Gong Wutong's embarrassing appearance being reprimanded by the venerable would be lost to the venerable master after his apprentice saw it.

Ming Xiuyi meekly walked towards his room, and just a few steps away, he suddenly felt a chilly aura as if drifting from a snow-capped mountain completely enveloped the entire Hongchen Garden.

Gong Ke, dressed in white, stepped into the garden of mortals stepping on snow-white flowers.

Just like the hasty glimpse of the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain that melted the thousand-year-old snow mountain when he came with an umbrella and stepped on the snow.