Say it's a big treason to the master

The bright lamp took back the scattered spring spirit in the courtyard, and saluted respectfully: "Holy One."

Gong Que has picturesque eyebrows, his whole body is introverted, empty and peaceful, like a god and Buddha who is compassionate and compassionate.

He stopped slightly, his eyes flicked across the void, and he turned from the meditation room to the direction where Caiming Xiuyi left.

Ming Deng held his breath, secretly sweating for Gong Wutong.

Gong Que said indifferently: "Who is that person?"

"Ming Xiuyi, the son of Ming Shouzun." Ming Deng hesitated for a moment when he saw his pupils like sapphire glaze, and asked tentatively, "Is the sage looking at his karma?"

Gong did not speak, and continued to walk towards the meditation room along the road paved with Udumbara flowers.

After his footsteps left, the illusory white flowers on the ground slowly drilled into the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the Zen room, Gong Wutong was forcing himself to meditate, the Buddhist beads in his hand were rattling, and his closed eyelashes were trembling slightly - anyone who looked at him could see that he was flustered at this time.

There were gentle footsteps outside, and the visitor seemed to be stepping on three wooden steps up the long corridor, approaching the Zen room at a leisurely pace.

Obviously the atmosphere enveloped outside makes people feel at peace, but Gong Wutong can't wait to jump out of the window and escape.

Finally, the footsteps stopped at the door of the meditation room, and then there was the friction sound of the carved wooden door being slowly pulled open.

The sandalwood on the case was suddenly blown away by the incoming wind, and it took a while to condense into a fine mist.

Gong Wutong turned his head to look.

Gong Que was tall and tall, standing against the light, his figure slantingly landed on the meditation room: "Sycamore tree."

Gong Wutong, who has always been fearless, trembled all over when he heard this gentle and jade-like voice, and almost threw his body to bow down to his father.

"father."

Gong Wutong pretended to be calm and saluted, obediently as if he was not the same person as usual, he brewed for a while, took a light breath and planned to pre-emptively strike, crying and complaining first.

——This trick is very effective for his uncle, as long as he says "I suffer", any punishment can be avoided.

"En." Gong Que responded lightly, and when Gong Wutong finally brewed tears and was about to speak, he said softly, "Wait a minute."

The crying that Gong Wutong was about to utter stopped abruptly, he choked for a while, and the tears of acting could not come down, so he could only dryly say: "Oh, oh, okay."

Gong Ke opened the door ajar to let the spring breeze blow in with the fragrance of pear blossoms, walked slowly to the futon opposite Gong Wutong and sat cross-legged, looking at him with a face that was half or half of Gong Wutong's.

"Okay, start crying."

Gong Wutong: "..."

How could Gong Wutong cry, he knelt up straight, drooped his head and kept silent.

Gong Que stretched out his hand toward his face, Gong Wutong thought he was going to be beaten, and closed his eyes in fright, but felt a sandalwood caressing past his ear, it seemed that something was aroused, pulling him The earlobe trembled slightly.

Gong Wutong rubbed his eyes secretly and opened his eyes a little. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gong Que's hand holding the peacock feathers on his earrings, his eyes were emotionless.

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong secretly cried out.

Gong Que practiced hard since he was a child, and was used to being pure-hearted and ascetic, and never liked those fancy things, but Gong Wutong's smug temperament is iron Sui Zong Xueqing, and he can't wait to pile the most beautiful and gorgeous things in the world on himself.

Gong really can't control Zong Xueqing who is wearing a gorgeous robe - if he says more about Zong Xueqing, the succubus who is born with a soul can take off his clothes without changing his expression, and even smile coquettishly and beat him up and say "Buddhist son" What a prude.

The true sage has no choice but to take care of Gong Wutong, so as to save him from being obsessed with dressing up all day, and adding more demons during the catastrophe.

Gong Wutong worshiped under Jiufang Zongchen Wuxia's sect since he was a child, because the pampering of the entire sect made Gong Wutong, who originally only wore plain clothes, completely let go of his nature. He dressed up in dozens of storage compartments in the Hongchen Garden. jewelry.

He loves epiphyllum, and every day he would replace it with a fresh branch as a hairpin. The jasper epiphyllum in the Linghui Valley of Jiufangzong was all planted by him, so it is conceivable that he is a prodigal.

Gong is so busy that he can't see him a few times a year. Every time he comes to Jiufangzong, he will inform him one day in advance-this day is enough for Gong Wutong to hide all his fancy things, and take a shower and change into his father's pleasing white clothes The monk robe sits quietly in the meditation room, prays and kneels.

— That way you won't be scolded.

Unexpectedly, this time Gong Que came over without even saying hello, Gong Wutong was caught off guard, and was so frightened that he forgot to take off the earrings.

Sensing Gong Que's dissatisfaction with Peacock Ling, Gong Wutong flashed countless words in his mind, but he quickly suppressed the idea.

He usually speaks eloquently, but he dare not use it against Gong Que at all, because his father doesn't like this at all, and with a cold glance, Gong Wutong swallowed all the flamboyant intestines.

Gong Wutong was wilted, and whispered: "Father, I was wrong."

Gong Que was so rare that he didn't pull off the colorful peacock feathers, slowly withdrew his hand, and said calmly: "What's wrong?"

The peacock feathers touched the clear sandalwood in Gong Que's hand, and floated slightly back to Gong Wutong's ears, hanging on his neck, shaking him from the ice.

Gong Wutong hastily took off the earrings, flattering her authentically: "No, you shouldn't wear such flashy things, I'll throw them away later."

Gong Que: "Well, what else?"

and also?

Gong Wutong: "Oh oh oh! You shouldn't have destroyed that stone in Xuanzhai that you wrote by yourself."

Gong Que was not angry either: "Oh, it turns out that you also destroyed the Xuanshi—continue."

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong thought hard, and thought of another "criminal evidence", and cautiously probed: "I shouldn't have molested Brother Fozi last month—did he sue you?"

Gong Que's fingertips lightly touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and a butterfly transformed from spiritual power kept spinning around his fingertips.

"and also."

Gong Wutong said dryly: "Ah, he, he didn't file a complaint."

It was he who took the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Gong did not look at him, waiting for him to continue to confess his "crime".

Gong Wutong felt that he had been very well-behaved during this time, and he had done nothing evil at all, and racked his brains for a long time, until he couldn't listen to the bright lights waiting outside, and coughed a few times. Hold back two words that are not very obvious.

"Cough, cough, cough, brother..."

Gong Wutong tilted his head, what brother?

younger brother?

apprentice……

Only then did Gong Wutong remember his three troubled apprentices, his braids almost turned up in fright, and he blurted out: "Oh yes, apprentice!"

Gong Que finally looked up at him.

Gong Wutong was flustered by this clear and cold glance, he cautiously said: "Father, I... I have taken in three apprentices, each of which has excellent spiritual roots, I will let them come over to show you later?"

Gong Que looked at him indifferently: "Accept disciples? Are you sure it wasn't you who forcibly intervened?"

Gong Wutong choked for a moment, if he hadn't spied on the secrets and went to the Demon Race, the three of them should still be suffering in the Demon Race.

It is true that he intervened to mess up the cause and effect.

Gong Wutong knew that nothing could be hidden from Gong Que's eyes, so he could only give up on himself completely, and muttered wearily: "I'm really not joking, I'm just... Forget it, you can punish me."

Gong Que looked at him coldly.

Gong Wutong became cruel, closed his eyes, and waited for Gong Zhen to punish him.

It's just that he waited for a long time in fear, his lips turned white, but he didn't wait for the expected punishment.

Gong Wutong tentatively opened one eye quietly, and saw his father, who was like a snow lotus in the sky, looking down at the butterfly fluttering its wings on his fingertips, and didn't intend to pay attention to him at all.

Gong Wutong: "..."

The heart that Gong Wutong was holding tightly was thrown back from his throat, almost choking him, he said weakly: "Father, what are you doing?"

The illusory butterfly was parked on Gong Que's fingertips, he lifted his finger slightly, and the butterfly flew lightly, flying around Gong Wutong lightly.

"Punish you?" Gong Que finally spoke, and he casually picked up a volume of Buddhist scriptures beside him, "Can you change it?"

Gong Wutong hurriedly said: "Correct, I have a good memory, and I will completely correct it if I am not punished, and I will not commit the crime again."

Gong Que opened the Buddhist scriptures and read a few pages, his eyes moved suddenly, as if the tea in the celadon cup was wrinkled by the wind, causing ripples.

Gong Wutong's knee hurts, he just wanted to let his father show mercy and not punish him, but Gong Wutong was really obsessed with that book of Buddhist scriptures and threw it in front of him. inside.

Gong Wutong: "..."

"Since you were 16 years old, you have been wrapping such filthy things in Buddhist scriptures and pretending to use them." Gong Que looked at him and said calmly, "Ten years have passed, have you changed?"

Gong Wutong almost fell headfirst onto the unsightly erotic picture.

He was too flustered just now, and immediately brought over the booklet of Buddhist scriptures that he used to fool the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures class.

Gong Wutong almost cried, and chewed and swallowed the phrase "Even if someone finds you looking at erotic pictures" that he taught his disciples just now.

Now he was so frightened that he would shake his body apart, the evidence was so overwhelming that he didn't even dare to refute.

Gong really knew that he couldn't change it, so he put down the booklet, seeing that Gong Wutong seemed to have wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, a little helplessness appeared in his indifferent eyes.

Gong Wutong lowered his head, and he has already started to imagine the tragic scene of being punished by Gong Que in front of the entire Jiufangzong—although he is usually shameless, it is too shameful to be punished by his father for making mistakes at such a big age , He felt his face burn when he thought about it.

Just when he was thinking wildly and scaring himself, Gong Que suddenly said: "I came here today because I found a way to make you fall asleep."

Gong Wutong raised his head in confusion, his small face was pale: "This, is this punishment? It's a bit cruel, Dad, why don't you hang me from a tree and beat me up."

Gong Que: "..."

Gong Que glanced at him: "Come here."

Gong Wutong bent his knees and crawled over, vaguely saw a slender spiritual power like a spider's thread on Gong Ke's fingertips connected to the butterflies around him, stayed for a long time before asking in surprise: "This is... dream control?"

"you know?"

Gong Wutong sat cross-legged beside Gong Que obediently, seeing that Gong Que didn't seem to intend to beat him up, she nodded her head: "I've read all the books in the Jiufangzong Zangshu Pavilion, and I saw the remnants of this formation in an ancient book. Pass."

It’s just that the ancient book was a forbidden book sealed on the third floor of the Library Pavilion, Chen Wuxia didn’t allow him to read it, but after he became the suzerain of the Yunlin Realm, he asked his junior brother to take him in to read it.

Gong did not need to explain: "Well, lie down."

"This is a forbidden technique, which is detrimental to the spiritual power and soul of the caster." Gong Wutong didn't want to fall asleep with this forbidden technique, he shook his head, "Where did you find the complete formation?"

Gong Que: "Your mother found it."

Gong Wutong let out an "oh", and didn't have any expectations for this formation that would allow him to sleep peacefully: "You don't have to risk casting spells for me, I have found a new medicine, and I will be able to..."

Although Gong Que looked gentle and jade-like, he was actually extremely strong. He didn't seem to hear Gong Wutong's refusal. With a slight movement of his finger, the butterfly immediately dispersed into spiritual power and enveloped Gong Wutong completely.

Gong Wutong's eyes froze for a moment, and an unprecedented drowsiness hit his mind. He swayed slightly, holding the small case with his fingers, as if he wanted to stay awake.

But Gong Que's spiritual power was not something he could resist, and soon he couldn't hold back and fell to the ground with his fingers hooked on the hem of Gong Que's clothes, as if he wanted to say something.

"I……"

Gong Ke didn't look at him anymore, but sent a message to Ming Deng.

Gong Wutong slowly closed his eyes, curled up beside Gong Que, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

He suddenly lost consciousness, and the red rope around his neck came back to life in an instant, and it seemed that it was about to be tightened to wake him up forcibly. Gong Que stretched out his hand from the side, and just stroked it lightly. The red rope was like a tamed snake, quietly The ground fell, and there was no movement.

Gong Que didn't seem to like the red strings very much, he moved his fingers lightly to destroy them, but after thinking about it, he retracted his hands.

There was a sense of spring in the Zen room, with warm wind blowing in through the door, Gong Que draped the cloak handed over by the bright lamp over him, looked at his frowning brows for a long time, and pressed his fingers between his brows, forcing him into his dream.

Gong Wutong was indeed having a nightmare.

In the dream, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, corpses littered the field, countless ghosts struggled and roared, and swept across the endless wasteland like a demon wind, rushing towards the most central figure.

Gong Wutong was dressed in white and stood in the center, staring at the void with scattered eyes, turning a deaf ear to the tragic situation around him.

He seemed to be stunned, but also seemed to be used to it, his face was indifferent and numb.

Something wrapped in black mist slowly approached him, as if it wanted to swallow him whole, Gong Wutong suddenly came back to his senses, a rare expression of extreme horror appeared on his face.

He knew he couldn't escape, and he couldn't even think of running away, so he squatted down covering his eyes.

The black mist rushed behind him suddenly, but before it could touch him, it was scattered by a burst of spiritual power.

The dream of a monk is difficult to control. Even if the cultivation base is as high as Gong Ke, it is necessary to use formations to completely control the dream. Gong Ke stands not far away, his body is like a warm jade, separating the surrounding dirty mist and resentful spirits, raising his hand gently Made a trick.

Just for a moment, just like when Gong Ke raised his hand to melt the thousand-year-old snow mountain, all the filth and resentful spirits around him disappeared.

The sky and the earth stand still, the thunder subsides, and the white rainbow pierces the sun.

Gong Wutong seemed to be in a daze, and looked at Gong Que in some confusion.

Gong Que's formation suddenly rose, and Gong Wutong's dream was completely controlled by him.

"Hey, let's have a sweet dream."

As soon as the words fell, Gong Wutong's figure suddenly scattered into countless butterflies and disappeared in place.

Gong Que watched quietly, and was about to leave the dreamland, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to know what Gong Wutong's sweet dream was.

Gong Wutong grew up with his parents when he was young, and went to Jiufangzong to practice when he was older. He seemed to rely on Gongque and Jiufangzong everywhere, but in fact he was very withdrawn and independent. Even the strange red neck The rope was also researched by himself to restrain himself.

Although Gong Wutong is rebellious and slutty, he is not an evil person who is rebellious by nature. He only knows how to indulge in pleasure and indulge in the fictional storybook, like a child who will never grow up.

Gong really thought about it, according to Gong Wutong's temperament, the sweet dreams he had were nothing more than being able to fall asleep peacefully and have fun freely, after all, he would not be too deviant.

With such thoughts in mind, the Holy Lord Gong Que stepped into Gong Wutong's sweet dream without the slightest preparation.

The best residence in Gong Wutong's dream is still Hongchen Garden, where epiphyllum orchids are in full bloom and the moon is like a hook.

Gong Que walked in slowly and found that Gong Wutong's room was brightly lit.

The lights in his room were on from midnight to dawn every night.

Only this time, Gong Wutong didn't sit on the couch and stare until dawn as usual, but sat on the futon in the outer room, looking at the half-closed door with a smile on his chin.

Gong Wutong in the dream is very casual, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, wearing jasper epiphyllum on his head, peacock feathers on his ears, and a fan in his hand is even more beautiful, so bright that the Holy Lord Gong is almost punishing people in his dream, Wutong's dream turned into a nightmare.

Gong Que thought coldly: "A beautiful dream is to dress extravagantly and be lazy?"

That's it.

Gong Que was about to leave when he suddenly heard a light knock on the door.

Then a cold voice came from outside: "Master."

Master?

Miyagi stopped.

Seeing that Gong Wutong changed his laziness just now, he jumped up from the ground excitedly, walked quickly to the couch in the inner room and lay down, and after a while he pretended to be sleepy and said: "What's the matter?"

Without waiting for Gong Wutong's consent, the people outside directly pushed the door and entered forcefully.

This should have been an extremely treasonous act, but Gong Wutong on the bed tightly clenched the brocade clothes under him, his face full of secret joy and anticipation.

Gong Que: "?"

Soon, a tall man in black opened the curtains and entered from the outer room, his whole body was full of coldness.

Gong Wutong pretended to be impatient: "Who let you in?"

The grown-up rebel in the little saint's fantasy——Ming Xiuyi was dressed in black, with deep eyes, staring deeply at Gong Wutong lying on the bed, with a cold smile on his lips.

"I heard that the master is unwell, and the disciple is worried, so I come here to take care of the sick."

Gong Wutong closed his eyes and said coldly: "Go out."

Ming Xiuyi sneered, strode forward, and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

Gong Wutong was furious, and raised his hand to push him away, but as soon as he raised his wrist, the slender wrist was grabbed by the terrifying Ming Xiuyi.

Ming Xiuyi ambiguously rubbed the tender flesh on the inside of Gong Wutong's wrist, watching with satisfaction that Gong Wutong was trembling all over, with a gloomy and evil expression: "Master, is he willing to hit me? If you hurt me, who will stay up all night?" serve you?"

On Gong Wutong's face, he cursed with resentment and joy in his heart——

"The following traitors who committed crimes against their superiors, deceived their masters and destroyed their ancestors!"

Gong Que: "..."

Gong Que turned his head to look, and found that all the flowers in Hongchen Garden were in full bloom.

Gong Wutong enjoyed it, if he didn't still have the "Master Qing Leng" script, maybe he would have taken the initiative to drag his apprentice's skirt to the bed.

Gong Que's face was pale, and he came out of the dream with a sullen face.

In the meditation room, Gong Wutong was lying on the ground, probably having a sweet dream for the first time in his life, the corners of that bastard's mouth almost reached the ears.

Gong Que: "..."

Gong Que gently closed his eyes, and the sapphire beads were slightly played, his fingertips turned white due to the force.

An illusory thin thread appeared between Gong Wutong's eyebrows and connected to Gong Que's fingertips. The technique of "Dream Control" continuously draws huge spiritual power from Gong Que's meridians to support Gong Wutong's rare dream.

Gong Wutong's half-body Buddha bones and demon bones became more and more incompatible as they grew older. Although his temperament was suitable for cultivating demons, as long as the Buddha bones were not destroyed, he would die in endless pain one day.

Buddha bones are so easy to destroy, but devil bones are easy to suppress.

——This is also the main reason why Gong Zhen refuses Gong Wutong to cultivate demons.

Cultivating the Tao is sleepless and difficult, but there is still hope after all.

Gong Que looked at Gong Wutong for a long time, sighed silently, and looked outside the meditation room.

The pear blossoms are full of trees, and when the spring breeze blows, the snow-white petals are rolled into the blue sky.

***

Gong Wutong fell asleep for three whole days.

Because of the half-body Buddha bones, Gong Wutong had difficulty falling asleep since she was a child, this time she was helped by Gong Que to fall asleep completely, almost as if she wanted to make up for all the dreams she hadn't had in these years, and fell asleep for a dark day, not knowing the day and night What year is it.

Gong Que has been meditating in the Zen room since he came to Jiufangzong, and kept close to Gong Wutong so as not to cut off the formation.

On the second day, Gong Wutong actually struggled to wake up, bewildered and wanting Gong Ke to stop the spell.

Gong Ke didn't take back his spiritual power, but raised his hand to gently cover his eyes, and said lightly, "Go on to sleep."

Gong Wutong couldn't resist Gong Que's spiritual power and fell asleep again.

On the third day, the sun set.

Gong Wutong finally got enough sleep, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and it took a while to open them, revealing a pair of black and purple pupils.

——The concubine selection day has passed, and the love from the bottom of my heart for Ming Xiuyi has gradually faded away.

Gong Wutong's eyes were clear, and he blinked for a while before sitting up from the ground with his hands propped up, looking around curiously.

Gong Que had already left, leaving only sandalwood in the room.

The entire Hongchen Garden was empty, and Gong Wutong sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the futon in front of him with his hands, dangling his whole body like an ignorant child.

He seemed to be muttering something that no one could understand.

Just at this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard, and Ming Xiuyi came back from outside holding the books of the three of them.

Yue Zhiwang and Sui Xiangfeng slipped away to play after sweeping the steps, Ming Xiuyi was ordered by the frenzied senior brother to send back the books and jade slips, otherwise he was not allowed to play with him.

Ming Xiuyi was helpless with "I don't want to go out to play" on his face, and carried the book back without complaint.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Ming Xiuyi was keenly aware of a line of sight. When he looked up, he met Gong Wutong who was slowly crawling out of the door of the meditation room with his hands and feet.

Ming Xiuyi hadn't seen him for three days, and when he saw him sober, he hurriedly put the book on the stone table beside him, and hurried up to meet him.

"Master is awake!"

A few days ago, Ming Xiuyi was still worried that Gong Wutong seemed to have never slept, and he would be slapped in the face the next day, but he was also relieved.

But Gong Wutong sleeps for three days, and Ming Xiuyi, who loves to worry, starts to think wildly again.

He couldn't help it once, and asked Yue Jiwang: "Do you feel... Master seems to have slept for too long?"

Yue Jiwang said: "Sometimes I'm worried that Master won't sleep, and then I'm worried that he'll sleep for too long, little junior brother, you really don't worry about eating radish."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

And now, Gong Wutong finally woke up.

Ming Xiuyi felt relieved again.

He walked over and was about to salute, but saw Gong Wutong reaching out to him with a pure face: "Hug."

Ming Xiuyi: "Huh?"

He was a little dazed, looking at Shanggong Wutong's harmless eyes, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Gong Wutong has rarely fallen asleep since he was eight years old. If he hadn't been led into the Tao by Gong Que and relied on his cultivation to support his body, he might have passed away when he was young—this should be the first time he has slept for such a long time since he grew up.

Gong Wutong's body is delicate and fleshy, and his whole body has been softened after sleeping for three days, not to mention that he has been tense for more than ten years.

He crawled out on both hands and feet, and when he finally saw someone, he raised his hand and asked for a hug, regardless of whether he recognized him or not.

Ming Xiuyi was puzzled, stepped forward and tentatively tried to help Gong Wutong up.

It's just that his hand just reached Gong Wutong's shoulder, Gong Wutong's soft body seemed to collapse into a puddle of water, and Lai Lai Chirp fell softly into Ming Xiuyi's arms.

Ming Xiuyi was afraid that he would fall, so he hurriedly hugged him.

"Master?"

Gong Wutong adjusted a comfortable posture, and almost put half of his body in Ming Xiuyi's arms. He lay down for a while and felt uncomfortable, so he had to crawl back staggeringly, dragged the cloak on the ground and put it on Ming Xiuyi shoulder.

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback, before he understood what was going on, he saw Gong Wutong lift up a corner of the cloak and bury his head in it.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi recalled that when he saw Gong Wutong for the first time that year, he also seemed to be refusing to come out after getting into Gong Que's cloak.

Ming Xiuyi asked suspiciously: "Master, are you cold?"

No matter how you say it, Ming Xiuyi is also a half-grown child, and his figure is not wider than Gong Que. Gong Wutong has no way to hide his whole body, only his head and shoulders are next to Ming Xiuyi, and his lower body is exposed to the outside.

Probably because it was too cold, the bare feet shook their toes slightly.

"Well, it's cold."

The more Ming Xiuyi looked at it, the more something was wrong. According to his master's usual temperament, if it was cold, shouldn't he be arrogant and let the lamp warm him up? Why is he so abnormal today?

Ming Xiuyi tried to turn around, Gong Wutong jumped forward, half of his body fell into Ming Xiuyi's arms, knocked Ming Xiuyi's thin body back, and sat down straight .

Gong Wutong buried his head in the cloak, stuffed Ming Xiuyi's belt into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Who are you?"

Ming Xiuyi's heart, which was extremely easy to loosen up and down, tightened up again, he hesitated and opened a crack in the cloak, revealing Gong Wutong's face.

Gong Wutong's face was full of clarity and strangeness that only a child could have, as if he really didn't know him.

Ming Xiuyi's mind is broken, and his master is stupid.

He was going to help Gong Wutong up immediately to find the cloud forest, but the dazed Gong Wutong was more troublesome than a drunk drunkard, he couldn't stand up at all, and when his feet touched the ground, he limp on the ground , and humming to get into the cloak.

Ming Xiuyi was sweating all over his forehead.

At this moment, the bone-chilling aura came from the Hongchen Garden again, and the spring spirit suddenly returned, driving away the coldness of spring.

Ming Xiuyi supported Gong Wutong to sit firmly, turned his head hastily, and met a pair of indifferent eyes like glazed glass.

Gong Que was wearing a white robe and was staring at him indifferently.

Ming Xiuyi was trembling at the sight, and instinctively wanted to salute, but Gong Wutong was still hanging on him to prevent him from moving, so he could only nod his head in embarrassment and said: "I have seen the Holy One."

Gong Que thought back to Ming Xiuyi in Gong Wutong's dream, who was full of viciousness and attempted to commit treason, and then looked at this young man who was as gentle as jade and well-mannered, but he still couldn't like it at all.

Ming Xiuyi also knew that Gong was dissatisfied with his hands and feet against Gong Wutong, so he forced Gong Wutong to sit still and then lifted the cloak to reveal half of Gong Wutong's head before saluting.

"My lord forgives my sins. The master may have a problem with his spiritual consciousness, and now he doesn't recognize people."

Gong Que responded indifferently, walked up to Gong Wutong and stuffed a piece of sugar figurine in his sleeve into Gong Wutong's mouth, successfully blocking the sentence "Who are you?"

Gong Wutong tasted the sweetness, let out a "wow", happily licked the sugar figurine, and stopped making trouble.

Ming Xiuyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, got up and said goodbye respectfully.

Gong Ke didn't stop him, and watched him leave and disappear in the corridor of the side courtyard indifferently.

Ming Deng saw Gong Wutong who was sitting on the ground licking the tip of his tongue on the sugar figure, hesitantly asked: "Little Saint, this is it?"

Gong Que helped Gong Wutong back to the meditation room, casually picked up the book of strange stories beside him to read, and said softly: "I'm crazy about sleep, I'll be fine later."

Gong Wutong swayed from side to side like a child, rubbing the palm-sized sugar figure with the tip of her tongue bit by bit, with a face full of ignorance and childish stupidity.

After persevering for a while, Gong Wutong's ignorant eyes seemed to be lit up by something, slowly regaining clarity, and then the body that was lazily leaning on Gong Que's shoulder trembled suddenly.

Gong Que read half of the book, without raising his eyes, he said calmly, "Are you awake?"

Gong Wutong slowly put away his silly sugar-gnawing expression, stared at the sugar figure in his hand with dull eyes, "Who am I and what am I doing?"

He licked it for too long, and with the heater beside the lamp, the sugar figurine had long since melted into shape, and it slowly flowed down the wooden stick to his hand, and the sticky candy was all over his fingers.

Gong Wutong lowered his wrist, and the sugar figure fell directly to the ground.

Mingdeng was probably tortured too hard by Gong Wutong on weekdays, but now he couldn't hold back and let out a laugh.

Gong Wutong recalled how stupid he was just now, and felt extremely ashamed and angry, he stuck his head into the cloak on Gong Que's shoulder, and pretended to be dead.

Gong Que didn't move, turned over a page with his fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "You know how to be shy?"

Gong Wutong's whole body was nestled in the cloak behind Gong Que, and he couldn't even see his toes, only a muffled voice came: "I haven't eaten sugar since I was 16 years old."

Ming Deng thought that he would not eat sugar until he was 16, how proud are you?

Gong Que waved his hand slightly, and the light left in response.

There are only father and son in the whole meditation room.

Gong Que clamped a bamboo leaf in the book as a bookmark, and fiddled with the prayer beads twice: "Come out, since you've had enough sleep, then start to settle accounts one by one."

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong pitifully revealed half of his head from the cloak, choked up and said, "Isn't everything over?"

Gong Ke said: "Did I say I don't care about it?"

Gong Wutong choked.

Indeed, three days ago, Gong did not say that he would not punish him from the beginning to the end.

Gong Wutong used his fingers to measure his ankles with a groan, and completely gave up begging for mercy: "If you settle the score, let it go, at worst, you will be punished. I will not be surnamed Gong if I beg for mercy."

Gong Que said: "Is it okay to let you lick the candy man in front of the whole school?"

Gong Wutong knelt down with a puff, and said, "Daddy! Except this! Please!"

Gong Que: "..."

Gong Que looked at him strangely, and for the first time found that his son seemed to be different from other people in his shame and indignation.

However, this bastard's dream is to expect the good apprentice he has accepted to commit crimes and humiliate himself, and he can't expect him to be normal in other places.

Gong Que raised his hand and drew a talisman between Gong Wutong's eyebrows, and instantly disappeared into Gong Wutong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Gong Wutong nervously covered his eyebrows: "This, what is this?"

Gong Que: "Punishment."

Gong Wutong thought to himself that my life is over, and his father's punishment must be uncomfortable.

Gong Que got up, straightened the hem of the spotless clothes: "I have something important to discuss with you, please be good."

He said that he was about to go out, Gong Wutong hurriedly said: "Father, when will this talisman be solved?!"

The punishment given by Gong Ke usually has a time limit, but this time it seems that he didn't say anything.

Gong really turned a deaf ear to it, and soon left Hongchen Garden slowly.

Gong Wutong stayed in the meditation room with a dazed face.

It was only at this time that he realized that his fingers were full of sticky sugar, and frowning, he ran out of the small pond to wash his hands.

Yunlinjing walked over from the outside, saw Gong Wutong, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said softly: "Senior brother? Is the sage not here?"

Gong Wutong frowned and continued to wash his hands, ignoring him.

Yun Linjing looked around and seemed to be looking for clues: "Yes, there is nothing important to do when you wake up the Holy One. Maybe you have gone to see the Master to discuss the Tao. It's just that the Master is still in seclusion. I don't know if the Holy One can People who saw him. Eldest senior brother, Holy One..."

Gong Wutong was full of thoughts about what Gong Que's talisman was for. Being nagged by Yunlin Jing, he thought to himself with a blank expression: "Holy Zun, Holy Zun, when we meet, you'll see him right now. If you want to If you are nagging the Holy One, just go and nagging in front of him, why are you nagging me?"

He has a noble status, and he never needs to look at people's faces when he speaks and does things, not to mention that this is his own junior who has been brought up since he was a child, so he is naturally impolite.

Gong Wutong opened his mouth and was about to scold.

"But Chan lent you his mouth again? Are you trying to nag me to death because I can't stop your words? If you want to find the Holy One, go out and find him. No, the little saint has one."

It was just a coincidence, Gong Wutong opened his mouth, but it turned into a gentle sentence that the senior brother tried his best to fulfill the long-cherished wish for the junior.

"Don't panic, if Junior Brother wants to see my father, I will find him for you, okay?"

Gong Wutong: "..."

Cloud Forest Realm: "..."

Yeah?

Yun Linjing was still waiting for Gong Wutong to refute him, but unexpectedly, he was horrified by this extremely gentle words, almost pulled out his sword and asked the evildoer in front of him if he took away his senior brother.

Yun Linjing's eyes were opened a crack, and he looked at Gong Wutong cautiously: "Brother? What disease are you suffering from?"

Gong Wutong wanted to scold him: "You are the one who is sick! Why are you still cursing me?"

He opened his mouth, but it was more gentle and watery: "No, I'm fine, I haven't suffered from any illness, please worry about my body, Junior Brother."

Gong Wutong: "..."

Cloud Forest Realm: "..."