Say it's a big treason to the master

There was a rumbling thunder.

Ming Xiuyi, who was sweeping the steps, raised his head slightly.

It is going to rain?

Fortunately, there was only a thunderstorm, and there was no movement after a while.

Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng probably tasted the sweetness of oppressing their juniors, and after a few days, they slipped out to play after class, leaving Ming Xiuyi to sweep the mountain steps silently.

Ming Xiuyi has a good temper, but he is not angry. Instead, he regards sweeping the steps as a practice, and sweeps every day conscientiously and conscientiously.

After "practice" in the afternoon, Ming Xiuyi went back to the school and carried the books of the three of them back to Hongchen Garden.

Usually, Gong Wutong was the only one in Hongchen Garden looking for fun, but today Ming Xiuyi discovered that all the uncles he had met were all there, and there was an extra stone in the yard full of flowers and plants. .

Ming Xiuyi glanced at it, and found that it was the new stone at the entrance of Xuanzhai—no wonder he didn't see it at the school today.

His several uncles were gathering beside Xuanshi, all with their heads down, as if they were admiring the flowers.

Ming Xiuyi approached and heard them talking.

Yun Linjing: "Probably, the Holy One should not be underestimated when he gets angry. He is showing mercy to sentient beings if he didn't hang up the brother and whip him."

Hua Buzhu: "It's so pitiful...Senior brother, senior brother, I really brought you a demon fox inner alchemy for you to play with, huh? Beads? You should treat them as beautiful beads. Pull it, ah yes, that's how you play of."

Qiu Quechan: "I've never seen senior brother at such an age. This little face is even fatter than when he was a teenager. Didn't it mean that senior brother was physically weak and sick when he was young? Why is he so fat after being ill for a long time... Ha! Eldest brother, put your hands down, you can't mute me now hahaha... oh!"

The second senior brother relieved the senior senior brother from his worries and silenced him.

There is also a white cat with nine tails, meowing, but I don't know what to say.

Ming Xiuyi was a little puzzled, but he still didn't approach without authorization, and respectfully saluted on the path: "I've seen Master Uncle."

The three people and one cat heard the sound and turned their heads slightly to look at him.

Because of the sideways posture, the things they surrounded in the center were finally exposed.

Yun Linjing said: "There is no need to be too polite."

Only then did Ming Xiuyi raise his head, his eyes were caught off guard by the person in the middle of the three of them, and he was taken aback for a moment.

Xuanshi stood there, a little six or seven-year-old child wrapped in extremely loose robes, the epiphyllum on the top of his head was a bit big for him, and his head was slightly tilted to the side.

The child's pupils were one black and one purple, it was Gong Wutong.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback, and said in astonishment: "Master?"

The master is obediently kneeling on the ground, holding a sugar figurine in his hands, half his face is covered with sticky sugar water, his eyes are clear, he tilts his head to look at Ming Xiuyi, squints his eyes happily, and follows him: " Master, master!"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Remembering that Gong Wutong said before that he was studying the formation of rejuvenation, Ming Xiuyi barely calmed down, but his heart was still a little messy.

In such a huge Three Realms, there is no one else who can study formations and study himself into this appearance, except for the little sage.

Yun Linjing pulled up the loose robe on Gong Wutong's small shoulders, and coaxed him softly: "Senior Brother, the Holy One has been away from Jiufangzong for a long time, so you don't have to kneel."

Gong Wutong said vaguely while licking the sugar figurine: "No, Daddy said that we must kneel here till night."

Gong Que was a bit ruthless this time, and beat Gong Wutong's sanity back to six or seven years old.

Yun Linjing was helpless: "The Holy One is speaking in anger, and nothing will happen if the senior brother doesn't kneel."

Gong Wutong shook his head, the epiphyllum on his hair was shaken off by him, and the long hair fell down, almost covering his whole body: "No, no, I want to listen to my father."

Everyone: "..."

They finally knew why Gong Que changed Gong Wutong into what it is now.

Because only Gong Wutong, who is so big and not yet fully sane, is the most obedient.

Hua Buzhu asked Yun Linjing who came first: "Who gave him this sugar man?"

Before Yun Linjing could speak, Gong Wutong raised his chubby little hand and rushed to answer: "Daddy gave it to me."

After he finished speaking, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it. He felt that it was too sweet, and said more happily: "Daddy is the best, give me the sugar man."

Everyone looked at him speechlessly.

Ming Deng thought silently at the side: "It is not a real punishment to punish you to kneel, it is to make you lick candy in front of apprentices and juniors."

Gong Wutong didn't know his father's real intention at all, and licked happily for a long time, and finally finished licking the sugar man whose face was bigger than him.

The juniors who usually had a lot of affairs in their daily lives didn't leave at all, they just sat around him, watching with great interest the stubborn senior senior brother who used to look down on him for the rest of his life, sugar licking man.

Hua Buzhu also took a picture bead, and lit it for a long time at Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong was used to being punished by kneeling and punishing, his small body knelt up straight, after licking the candy, the man slightly raised his head and asked Yun Linjing to wipe the candy on his face, and obediently said thank you after wiping.

Ming Xiuyi went to Gong Wutong's room to find tea, brewed it and brought it to the uncles who were playing hard.

Gong Wutong's knees hurt from kneeling, but he didn't dare to get up before the time came, so he had to endure it forcefully, without saying a word.

Until the sun went down, Yunlinjing and the others finished their fun and coaxed Gong Wutong to get up.

Gong Wutong tried to stand up, but when his knee moved, he fell back and was caught by Yunlinjing.

It's just that as soon as Yun Linjing's hands held Gong Wutong's shoulders, the limp child turned back into an adult in his 20s in an instant. If Sect Master Yun hadn't practiced sword all the time, he might have brought him down.

With disheveled hair and drooping head, Gong Wutong's relaxed body suddenly froze, then maintained a kneeling position, almost buried his head in Yunlinjing's arms, and it took him a long time to let out an uncontrollable sob.

Yunlin's environment was unclear, so he asked, "What's the matter, brother? Does it hurt?"

Hua Buzhu had already collected pictures that could make them laugh for half a year, and at this moment, she forced herself to hold back her laughter like a wolf with a big tail, with a look of indifference: "Brother, don't worry. We've all been fined for a while, and it's no big deal."

At some point, Qiu Quichan got Gong Wutong's fan again, the fan was densely covered with words, he desperately wanted to comfort his senior brother, but no one looked at him at all.

Gong Wutong wished he could just dig a hole and bury his head in it. He was so ashamed and angry that he didn't want to raise his head at all. In his line of sight, the sugar figurine wooden stick that he had eaten was still lying on the ground.

So embarrassing.

It took several days to heal the person Gong Wutong lost in front of his juniors today.

He huddled in the Hongchen Garden for several days without seeing anyone, not even Ming Xiuyi, until the beginning of the month, he finally returned to his usual ostentatious appearance and came out to wander around.

Ming Xiuyi was sweeping the steps again, when he heard footsteps behind him, he felt vaguely familiar, turned his head slightly, and it turned out to be Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong was dressed in purple, with a cloak on his shoulders, holding a fan of epiphyllum, strolling up the mountain steps, bringing a gust of wind to drop another layer of fallen leaves on the mountain steps that had just been swept.

Ming Xiuyi didn't feel upset, seeing Gong Wutong's attire, he saluted first, and said: "Master, are you going out?"

Gong Wutong swayed in front of him, looked him up and down, fanned Ming Xiuyi's lapel again, looked at the dusty robe inside and said: "Well, go out."

Ming Xiuyi nodded: "Respectfully send off Master."

"What to give?" Gong Wutong raised his hand a little, and the broom in Ming Xiuyi's hand was thrown away, he said lazily, "Come down the mountain with me to buy something."

Ming Xiuyi: "Me?"

"That's right." Gong Wutong said, "Look at your outfit, how decent is it?"

Ming Xiuyi didn't understand what was wrong with his body, so he looked at him blankly.

Gong Wutong spread out his small fan, and said triumphantly: "Today, as a master, I will teach you how to be beautiful."

It seems that he is not afraid of being punished yet, and he still thinks about smug beauty.

Ming Xiuyi had no choice but to hear Gong Wutong say that he was only going down the mountain to buy something and he should be back soon, thinking that it would not be too late to sweep the steps when he came back, so he nodded in agreement.

Gong Wutong led him down the mountain steps to the foot of the mountain, the sky gradually darkened, and the night market below the city also started to set up stalls for business.

Ming Xiuyi followed behind Gong Wutong, thought for a while and asked: "Aren't you bringing the other two senior brothers along?"

Gong Wutong snorted, and said casually: "I'm too lazy to look for it——didn't you punish the three of you to sweep the mountain steps together? Why are you the only one?"

Ming Xiuyi said truthfully: "The two senior brothers went out to play."

Gong Wutong stopped shaking his fan, and looked back at him strangely: "So you just sweep obediently by yourself?"

Ming Xiuyi nodded.

Gong Wutong looked at him with an indescribable expression, thinking to himself that this little disciple is such a bear who is being bullied, how on earth will he become a demon king in the future?

But these are not his worries, now he just needs to save his own life.

Gong Wutong took Ming Xiuyi for a walk around the city, as if deliberately running away from someone, and deliberately ran to crowded places, Ming Xiuyi's clothes, who didn't like to be lively, were all messed up.

After wandering around for a long time, Gong Wutong didn't buy anything, until the fireworks suddenly rose in the sky, he suddenly grabbed Ming Xiuyi's wrist, made a pinch, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.

There were so many people watching the fireworks during the Huachao Festival that no one noticed that there were two people missing.

Ming Xiuyi only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the whistling of the wind in his ears, which stopped in an instant.

When he came back to his senses again, he was still in the crowd, and the fireworks in the sky suddenly exploded, crackling and exploding all over the sky.

Ming Xiuyi looked at the fireworks strangely. He always pays attention to the details that others can't notice. When he glanced at the sky, he realized that it seemed to be different from the previous fireworks, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

Seeing Ming Xiuyi kept staring at the fireworks, the corners of Gong Wutong's lips curled up and asked him: "Does it look good?"

Ming Xiuyi turned his head to look at him, nodded and said, "It looks good."

Gong Wutong smiled: "That's good."

The two watched the fireworks together for a quarter of an hour before squeezing out from the crowd.

Ming Xiuyi thought they were still in the small town at the foot of Jiufang Zong Mountain, and turned his head inadvertently, and found out in horror that the surrounding shops, streets, and sky were all drawn with ink marks.

There is a villain painted in ink flapping butterfly wings and carrying a wooden barrel to sell: "Fresh lotus! Special product of lotus painting, one hundred spirit stones, all children and old people will be deceived."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Lotus painted?

Isn't Lian Huadao thousands of miles away? !

Gong Wutong is a fool with a lot of money, and he is used to coming to Lianhuadao to buy things in the black market where fish and dragons are mixed together. He is familiar with walking on the painted streets with Ming Xiuyi.

Ming Xiuyi put away the shock on his face, forced himself to walk behind Gong Wutong, pretending to be well-informed, so as not to embarrass his master.

It’s just that lotus paintings are too expensive. Just now, the lotus flower and one hundred spirit stones have broken Ming Xiuyi’s cognition, but after walking all the way, his ears were filled with countless peddlers. Ming Xiuyi found out in horror that just now How cheap it is to buy a lotus flower with a hundred spirit stones.

The spiritual stones of the inner disciples of the Jiufang Sect are only three hundred per month. Ming Xiuyi felt that he was rich, but it was only after he came here that he realized that he was a beggar before.

The newly-released Ming beggar with a dull face followed Gong Wutong in, the perfunctory ink marks became finer as he went in, and the picture gradually became clearer. Even the boy selling by the side of the road had a head and a face. It's basically no different from ordinary people.

Gong Wutong casually pointed to the tall building with the pattern of white cranes hanging in front of him, and said: "Disciple, Master will show you the world today."

Ming Xiuyi said with difficulty: "Master, I have already seen it."

The selling price along the way is a big deal for Ming Xiuyi.

Gong Wutong laughed out loud.

He stepped up and walked towards the white crane building. He must have recognized a regular visitor. A man dressed in a white crane pattern quickly came up to him, and said respectfully, "It turns out to be a cultivator, please come in."

As he spoke, he handed Gong Wutong a palm-sized scroll with a formation on it.

Gong Wutong's different pupils had turned into a pair of purple pupils at some point, he raised his hand a little, and there was a crisp sound of spirit stones colliding from the formation, which was extremely pleasant to hear.

The man showed joy, and hurriedly raised his voice: "Tianzi, my lord."

The Mohen Gate in front of him slowly faded away, Gong Wutong walked in waving his fan, and Ming Xiuyi hurriedly followed in.

Just as soon as he entered, he vaguely heard the voice of asking for a price inside, Ming Xiuyi frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Some time ago, when he was working as a cauldron in the Demon Race, it was the same scene, and he was bid by countless people like the items on the spot.

Ming Xiuyi suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and followed Gong Wutong to the seat with the best view.

This is the largest auction place on Lotus Painting Road. It is rumored that the daily flow of spiritual stones here can almost fill the ocean on both sides of Mingxia Island.

After Gong Wutong sat down, he said to Ming Xiuyi: "Today is your 17th birthday, just tell me what you fancy, and Master will buy it all for you."

Ming Xiuyi froze for a moment, then remembered that today was his birthday.

The uneasiness in his heart disappeared instantly, replaced by the warmth like water, gurgling into his heart.

Ming Xiuyi lowered his head and whispered, "I...I don't want anything."

Gong Wutong gave a "tsk" sound: "How can a child like you not want anything, just say whatever you want."

Ming Xiuyi was not good enough to repay the master's kindness. It happened that the price of a wristband was being called in the hall below. He estimated the price. It should not exceed five thousand spirit stones.

Ming Xiuyi clicked below: "Master, that's it."

Gong Wutong took out the scroll.

Someone below has already started bidding.

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

Ming Xiuyi: "???"

"Thirty thousand spirit stones!"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

"Fifty thousand spirit stones!"

Ming Xiuyi: "!!!"

Only three people bid, Ming Xiuyi clasped Gong Wutong's wrist with a pale face, and shook his head desperately: "Master, no, no!"

Gong Wutong raised his eyebrows: "Why? Don't you like it?"

How dare Ming Xiuyi like it, he didn't want Gong Wutong to spend such unjust money at all, he was thinking hard about the cheapest thing on the way when he came, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

"Ah, Master, I want another one!"

Gong Wutong had no choice but to roll the scroll to put it away, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Sugar Man." Ming Xiuyi said.

Gong Wutong's hand that was scrolling the scroll paused.

Ming Xiuyi nodded, and said solemnly: "I just want a sugar figurine."

Seventy jade sugar figurines are expensive, but compared to this tens of thousands of wristbands, it is much more cost-effective.

Ming Xiuyi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but saw Gong Wutong's face change, he gritted his teeth and wiped the scroll, pouring a pile of spirit stones into the formation: "One hundred thousand spirit stones!"

Ming Xiuyi: "????"