Say it's a big treason to the master

Gong Wutong's face was disheveled.

Ming Xiuyi thought that the master didn't believe him, so he emphasized it again and again, and even swore an oath.

Gong Wutong kicked Ming Xiuyi's ankle on the waist, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's none of your business, just continue to stabilize your Dao heart."

He almost gnawed his back molars into pieces when he said the words "steady Dao Heart" at the end.

Ming Xiuyi didn't hear Gong Wutong's resentment, seeing that the rune on Gong Wutong's leg had almost dissipated, he stood up and saluted respectfully.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

Yunlinjing came over holding the sword.

He didn't know how long he had been listening outside, his eyes were curved, and he seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood.

Ming Xiuyi was about to salute, but Yun Linjing raised his hand to signal to avoid it, and his attitude towards Ming Xiuyi was unusually gentle: "Your two senior brothers have gone running all over the mountain to play, why don't you go?"

Ming Xiuyi wondered why the Yunlin Realm would bother him about such trivial matters. Usually, the Nine-Fang Sect Master would not even give him a look, but he still obediently said: "I haven't finished my homework today, don't dare Fun."

Yun Linjing smiled and said, "It's not bad to study hard and never get tired of it."

Ming Xiuyi: "Thank you, suzerain, for your compliment."

"Your master is my elder brother, so you don't have to call me suzerain." Yun Linjing said, "Master uncle."

Ming Xiuyi was stunned for a moment, and then said kindly: "Second Master Uncle."

Yun Linjing looked at Ming Xiuyi with satisfaction, and gave him a few pointers before letting him leave.

Gong Wutong was sulking while hugging his knees, and his slightly chubby cheeks were bulging, looking extremely unhappy.

Yun Linjing sat aside, lifted Gong Wutong's clothes and looked at the fading runes on his calf: "Who gave this to Senior Brother?"

Gong Wutong kicked him, and deliberately called him in a strange way: "Don't bother Second Master."

Uncle Yun looked at him helplessly: "Don't lose your temper. Since someone wants to put this kind of vicious magic on you, it must not be a good thing. Last time, Jiang Si..."

He paused, probably thought of something bad, hesitated before continuing: "...Arresting senior brother seems to be just for the sake of heartache, but this time-consuming technique is definitely not as simple as it was back then. Brother, have you ever had any grievances with others in these years?"

Gong Wutong groaned and said: "I can't count how many people I have offended these years, how can I remember so many people who want to kill me?"

Yun Linjing looked at him disapprovingly: "Brother."

Gong Wutong didn't like being restrained by others, so he kicked him immediately, more reasonable than him, and said arrogantly: "Brother, what brother? Do you see that the senior brother of which family is always under the control of the junior brother? What are you worrying about?" , if someone wants my life, just come and take it, I'll wait."

Seeing that he really didn't want to say more, Yun Linjing sighed quietly and changed the subject.

"What about the talisman on the senior brother?"

Gong Wutong was about ten years old at this time, he frowned and got up and turned around on the bed for a long time and finally found a string of Buddhist beads: "The purpose of my father's amulets all these years is to let me practice in peace, I guess You can come back after retreating and reciting the scriptures for a few days."

Yunlinjing said strangely: "Brother is really proficient."

Gong Wutong: "That is."

He is used to being punished.

Yunlinjing didn't want to disturb his practice, but when he was about to leave, he thought of something, took out a peacock feather earring from his sleeve and handed it to Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong's gaudy peacock feathers were thrown away by him, seeing the snow-white peacock feather earrings, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this the hair from Buzhu's body?"

"Yeah." Yun Linjing nodded, "He just made it a few days ago, and embedded a formation. He was going to send it to you personally, but something happened to the monster clan, so he hurried back."

Gong Wutong took it over, looked around, and felt that the earrings were so plain, Gong would probably not scold him.

He put it on happily, and while looking at himself in the mirror, he said casually: "What happened to the Yaozu?"

Yun Linjing: "You also know that the monster race is not peaceful for a day, and there are always little monsters who try to usurp the throne. Not chasing is another kind of virtue that is not a great weapon. If it weren't for the peacock inheritance, he would probably have succeeded in usurping the throne long ago. gone."

Gong Wutong put down the mirror in satisfaction, and touched his chin when he heard the words: "Then I will have something interesting again tomorrow, um, I don't know what kind of monster this time is."

Although Huabuzhu is a big radish with a big heart, his cultivation is one of the best among the demon clan. Every time a demon cultivator goes to usurp the throne, Gong Wutong will always get a bunch of spiritual things the next day, such as the tail feathers of the peacock monster, the tail feathers of the white snake, etc. Scales, the antlers of spirit deer, and other strange things.

Gong Wutong was thoughtful, and asked Yunlin Jing: "You said it's spring, Buzhu, can you get me the inner alchemy of the demon fox, let me... um."

Yun Linjing probably guessed what he was going to say, covered his mouth, and said word by word: "Brother, it's time to practice."

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong glanced at him and had no choice but to say nothing.

Fortunately, the spell of pure heart in his mouth has not been broken, otherwise he will definitely fall back to the doll.

Gong Wutong ran to the Zen room to meditate on the Buddha.

Sure enough, as he expected, he just meditated on the Buddhist scriptures all night, and his ten-year-old body gradually grew up. Gong Wutong nodded with satisfaction, thinking that his father understood it very well.

Gong Wutong looked at the rising sun outside, stretched his waist and put the sapphire beads on his wrist casually, intending to rest before continuing to practice.

The door of Hongchen Garden was suddenly opened by someone, Gong Wutong glanced at it, and found that early in the morning, the autumn that had been busy all day had arrived.

He should have just returned from a long trip, dusty and dusty, with a storage bag in his hand.

"Brother."

Gong Wutong waved to him, signaling him to come to the meditation room.

Qiu Kechan looked tired, but he was still full of energy. As soon as he sat down, he chattered endlessly: "Brother, is this being punished by the Holy One again? Hahaha, when I first came to Jiufangzong, my senior brother should be the same size, with a chubby face... ..."

Gong Wutong glanced at him: "What's wrong with having a fat face when you were young, but when you grow up, you will be able to charm your soul? You were as thin as a bamboo pole when you were young, but now you are so ugly that no female cultivator is willing to marry you?"

In Gong Wutong's heart, except for his family of three, everyone else in the three realms is so ugly that both humans and gods are angry.

Qiu Quichan, who is not ugly, defended herself: "The female cultivator doesn't want to become a Taoist partner with me because I am a sword cultivator, not because I am ugly."

Gong Wutong didn't bother to pay attention to his nonsense, and said: "Have you found all the medicines I want?"

"Oh, oh, it's almost there." Qiu Quechan handed him the storage bag, and said, "I only found fifteen of the seventeen medicines you asked for. "Qiu Yuelin" little brother has them there. It will be delivered from Lian Huadao in a few days.There is also the "Zhaoyang marrow", well, I recently found out that there will be an auction in five days after the painting of the lotus painting, but the price is too high, I am afraid I can't get it. "

Gong Wutong took out a small fan and fanned himself, lazily said: "There is nothing I can't buy."

Qiu Quechan frowned: "But the asking price is a bit too expensive, and a drop of Zhaoyang marrow can only be used as medicine once. After you use it once, what will you do next time? Brother, why don't you try another medicine that is easy to find?"

Gong Wutong stopped shaking his fan.

The bell of Qianren Academy rang, and the Hongchen Court was in the side courtyard, and the three disciples rushed out of the Hongchen Court, chirping and twittering, Yue Ziwang swearing, probably reprimanding Ming Xiuyi for not telling him to get up early.

Gong Wutong watched the three leave, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

In Tianji, the best medicine that can heal Gong Wutong is the magic breath of these three people.

The secret cannot be violated, even if Gong Wutong wants to live again, he has to wait until ten years later.

While Gong Wutong was meditating, Qiu Quechan had already started chattering about other topics, his mouth couldn't rest at all, chattering was as loud as cicadas.

"Brother, what do you need to do to restore your dignity? Why don't you go and beg the Holy Lord to show mercy. I saw the Holy Lord when I came here just now, and he seems to be planning to leave Jiufangzong. If you stay like this forever What can I do?"

Gong Wutong closed the small fan, and pointed at Qiu Que Cicada, Qiu Que Cicada immediately quacked twice like a parrot whose throat was choked, and was speechless.

"A little nonsense." Gong Wutong lazily said, "Don't bother sending Qiu Yuelin to my junior brother. I will go to Lian Huadao in five days and bring them together."

Qiu Quechan snatched his fan with his hands, and injected a divine consciousness.

The small fan went on and off for a while in agony, before it showed a dense pile of words.

Gong Wutong didn't even look at it, hit him on the head, and said angrily: "Scream, don't play with your second brother in the future, it will make him nag even more."

Qiu Quechan was so wronged that he was dying, and Yunlinjing's nagging had nothing to do with him.

Gong Wutong practiced for another half a day, and finally his body barely changed back to his 20s.

Gong Que had finished his work and walked slowly to Hongchen Garden.

Seeing this, Gong Wutong quickly said obediently: "Good morning, Daddy."

Gong Que said indifferently: "Are you still thinking wildly in the future?"

"That's definitely not possible." Gong Wutong can bend and stretch, and has no dignity in front of Gong Que. He can hear anything, "I will definitely be calm in the future, abandon all worldly desires, and concentrate on practicing Zen and worshiping Buddha, so as not to embarrass my father."

Gong Que thought to himself, how many people have you lost to me?

But his son's nature is still the clearest. He sighed silently and said: "If you are so tired and lazy for a long time, and you are prone to demons, do you really want to follow the suspicion? Can you eat it?"

Gong Wutong also knew that he would not have a good life after cultivating demons, so he hung his head and said, "I can't."

Gong Que: "Then you still..."

Gong Wutong pointed to the sky, with a serious face: "I will definitely clean up in the future, and I will never think about it again."

Gong Que looked at him for a long time, then slightly looked away, raised his hand casually, a flash of light shot out from his sleeve, and then the whole Hongchen Garden was shaken with a loud bang.

Gong Wutong looked up, and found that the stone at the entrance of Xuanzhai was standing in his courtyard, on which Gong Wutong wrote "the way of heaven is noisy, and it is both tolerant and restrained".

This was supposed to be a matter of being beaten, but Gong Wutong was uncharacteristically half-distracted and didn't feel guilty, he knelt straight and said seriously: "I'm not wrong."

After he finished saying that he was going to be beaten, he didn't show it on his face, but he was terribly scared in his heart, lest Gong Ke would give him another weird talisman.

But Gong really didn't look at him at all, he slightly raised his head to look at the arrogant and arrogant words, and after being silent for a long time, he said softly: "Maybe."

Gong Wutong was startled, and looked at him blankly.

maybe?

maybe something...

Perhaps, these eight words are right?

Gong did not say any more, walked up to Gong Wutong and stretched out his hand to caress Gong Wutong's head, and said softly: "Are you sure you don't want to use dream control to fall asleep?"

Knowing that Gong Que was going to leave, Gong Wutong was also a little bit reluctant, he opened his arms and hugged Gong Que's waist, felt the clear sandalwood in his nostrils, and said in a muffled voice: "It will be harmful to the soul."

Gong Que's hands became softer: "Don't you want to sleep peacefully?"

Gong Wutong didn't speak.

he thought.

Gong Zhen's heart softened, he helped him up, and said in a gentle voice: "Your little apprentice is carrying the Ice Spirit Seed, if you guide him to conceive a baby, try to let him enter your dream."

Gong Wutong was stunned for a moment, recalling the shameful scene in his dream where the three apprentices fought for the master, he directed and acted, and immediately shook his head like a rattle.

He hasn't let go so much in front of his apprentice, and he still has to face for the time being.

Gong Que said indifferently: "You didn't let him into your dream. The ice spirit is melted into the inner alchemy. If the cultivation base reaches the perfection, it can even freeze time."

Gong Wutong was still thinking about the things in his dream, and when Gong Que was talking to him about the business, he actually became two or three years younger.

Gong Que: "..."

The tenderness in Gong Que's eyes suddenly froze into shards, he said coldly: "Wutong."

Gong Wutong immediately came back to his senses: "Ah? Wutong, Wutong is here."

Gong Ke seemed to want to draw a talisman for him again, but seeing his pale face after thinking about it, he held back.

"Cultivate well." Gong Zhen said, "I won't tell you in advance before I come next time."

Gong Wutong's face turned even paler with fright, so where would he have the time to eliminate the evidence?

Gong Que turned around and was about to leave, Gong Wutong felt very reluctant, and pitifully grabbed his sleeve: "Then before dad comes back, let mother come with her, I miss her."

He was thinking in his heart, if Zong Xueqing came over and cried and made a fuss, Gong Ke would definitely not punish him, and even Lord Shengzun might be scolded by Zong Xueqing, who was protecting the calf.

Gong Wutong's abacus was clattering, but his eyes were reluctant to part with Gong Que.

Gong Que's heart softened again, and he nodded slightly: "Okay."

Only then did Gong Wutong show a smile, and obediently sent Gong Que away.

The consciousness was released for three hundred miles, until it was confirmed that Gong really left Jiufangzong completely, Gong Wutong's sad face instantly became beaming, he threw away the white robe on his body, and rushed back with a "ha". room.

He changed back the gorgeous and extravagant purple robe, tied a girdle embroidered with gold thread and crabapple flowers around his waist, hung all kinds of sachets and pendants on his body, and finally inserted the epiphyllum on his head happily, like a bird with its tail blooming The flower peacock, coquettishly carrying the wine jar, intends to go out to drink.

Just as soon as he left the house, the Holy Master Gong Que traveled a thousand miles away, and came back to tell Gong Wutong because of an important matter.

"Ming Xiuyi's Ice Spirit Seed is extremely difficult to cultivate. I'm afraid there will be nine thunderbolts when he conceives a baby. Then you..."

Gong Que's voice stopped abruptly.

Gong Wutong: "..."