Say it's a big treason to the master

There are many rivers in the south, and this place is not far from Jiufang Mountain. There are many spirits and monsters, and this water demon is one of them.

Ming Xiuyi used vines to restrain the water demon in place. The water demon looked like a thirsty fish out of the water. Even though it was bound by five flowers, it still struggled and thumped, but the range was too small, which seemed a little inexplicably pitiful.

Seeing that the water demon was completely restrained, Jing Che pulled out his sword, and he shook it in disgust: "Hey, it's so disgusting, is its blood mud?"

Yue Jiwang took the sword back, he was very rough and had no concept of dirt at all, seeing the "silt" on the tip of the sword, he flicked his sleeve without changing his expression, took the coarse cloth as a sword cloth, and wiped it hastily.

Jing Che and Ming Xiuyi looked disheveled, and they both moved away from this person.

"Pretentious." Yue Ji glanced at them, "Since you have experienced outside, why do you pay so much attention to it? Do you want to be a young master?"

Jing Che said unhappily: "But you are too dirty, I wonder if your clothes have been washed?"

Yue Jiwang grinned: "Why don't you try it?"

Ming Xiuyi was used to the bickering between the two, so he turned a deaf ear and walked to the water demon, put his palm on the brow of the sobbing water demon, closed his eyes and poured spiritual power into it.

Over the past year, Ming Xiuyi has been very familiar with doing this kind of thing, and quickly dispelled the spirit of this behemoth.

The water demon lost its spiritual power and turned into a water plant, which limply fell into the soil and did not move.

Ming Xiuyi gently opened his eyes, and looked at him, pressing Jing Che's head into his arms, and said with a ferocious smile, "Come on, come and see if my clothes have been washed?!"

Jing Che struggled desperately, and screamed: "Sure enough, I haven't washed it! Junior brother! No way! Help—"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi rubbed the center of his brows, and said helplessly: "Stop making trouble, after hunting the last water demon, it's time for us to return to our sect."

After struggling for a long time, Jing Che finally broke free from Yue Jiwang's clutches. He wished he could jump into the water and take a bath. He said angrily, "If it wasn't for this water monster running so fast, we would have returned to the sect long ago."

The three cleaned up their surroundings and planned to return to Jiufangzong.

Ming Xiuyi put the power fence on, he has already reached the Nascent Soul, the ice spirit seed in his body always inadvertently radiates chills, this power fence is a protective spiritual weapon given to him by Gong Wutong, which can restrain the spread of cold , to save him from using spiritual power to suppress him all day long.

On the edge of the quiet field, there seemed to be someone attending a funeral in the villages and towns, and there was a faint burst of heart-piercing crying.

Ming Xiuyi turned his head slightly and looked over.

A white-haired woman was holding on to a coffin desperately, shaking from crying.

"Mother is wrong, mother is wrong!"

She kept saying back and forth that her mother was wrong, and the person next to her lifted her up and comforted her softly.

The man with some white hair in his temples was smoking a pipe with a grumpy expression on his face. He was probably tired of crying, and he said in a vicious voice, "You know she can't swim, why don't you take a fancy to her?!"

The white-haired woman cried even harder.

For some reason, Ming Xiuyi stopped, looked at the woman who was crying almost to death, and heard something in a trance.

Four years ago, he had entered Gong Wutong's Sea of ​​Consciousness in Lianhua Dao, and he had heard similar things.

"Mother, my daughter can't drink water."

"My mother was wrong."

Ming Xiuyi was stunned for a long time, until Yue Ji Wang called him, and then he came back to his senses, looked at the sadness in that corner of the world with a complicated expression, and walked away.

The ten-mile journey was just a blink of an eye for the monks, and the three of them returned to the sect very quickly.

Jing Che was going to find the elder to tell about the water demon, Yue Jiwang planned to go to the mountain spring to take a bath and change clothes first, so as not to be scolded by the master who loves cleanliness.

Ming Xiuyi wore a fence and walked from Jiufang Sovereign Mountain to Hongchen Garden on the side peak.

As long as they are disciples of the Jiufang Sect, everyone knows that the strange man who wears the fence all day long is Ming Xiuyi, the little disciple of the Little Sacred Venerable. When they saw him coming back, they all greeted him.

"Brother Zhizhi is finally back! The little saint has been talking about it for a long time."

"Congratulations to the senior brother who has returned from training!"

"Junior Brother Zhi, what can you gain from this experience?"

"The..."

"Ah!"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

The corners of Ming Xiuyi's lips twitched when he heard it, but fortunately Mi Li blocked his expression, he forced a smile and responded a few words, and fled back to Hongchen Garden almost in embarrassment.

A few days after Ming Xiu reached the crown, he went down the mountain with the elders to practice. At that time, only Gong Wutong and Sui Xiangfeng knew this name.

Sui Xiangfeng would spread the name of "Zhizhi" when he was not so free, only Gong Wutong who was very idle would do this.

Ming Xiuyi was overwhelmed by the yelling of coming and going, and finally returned to the Hongchen Garden, and met Sui Xiangfeng head-on.

Sui Xiangfeng probably didn't control the heat properly when he was making alchemy, and his hair stood on end when he was blown up. Ming Xiuyi almost didn't recognize him, but carefully recognized the person from the familiar coughing sound, and he clasped his fists in a respectful salute.

"Second brother."

Sui Xiangfeng was fed too many medicines that hurt his body when he was a child. Even though he was older than Ming Xiuyi, his body was half a head shorter than him. He coughed a few times to cough out the black smoke in his throat, and looked at Focusing on Ming Xiuyi, he said: "There is no news for a year, it's ok, Ming Zhi, you are so courageous - where is the big brother? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Ming Xiuyi has a good ability to adapt, and reluctantly accepts the name "Zhizhi" - because he can't help it if he doesn't accept it.

He nodded slightly: "Eldest brother said to go to the mountain spring to take a bath before coming back."

Sui Xiangfeng and Yue Jiwang had a very good relationship, and upon hearing this, he looked at Ming Xiuyi strangely: "Do you really believe him? He never takes a bath."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

"He probably knows that Shizun will be angry, so he hides and waits for you to be beaten first." Sui Xiangfeng said, "When Shizun's anger is almost gone, he will definitely come out first."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

He never knew that the careless elder brother had such a smart side? !

Sui Xiangfeng gloated: "Go and get scolded, Master is drinking in the room."

Ming Xiuyi nodded resignedly, handed Sui Xiangfeng a rare medicinal herb he found on the road during the training, and slowly went to find Gongwutong.

Sui Xiangfeng liked this medicinal herb very much, he saw Ming Xiuyi's back as if he was going to be executed, he rarely felt sympathetic, and planned to go up to help persuade the master not to scold the younger brother too hard.

Ming Xiuyi just walked to the door of Gong Wutong's closed room, and before he knocked on the door, something hit the carved wooden door, and Gong Wutong's drunken voice came from inside.

"Get out!"

Sui Xiangfeng, who was going to persuade the master, was timid, so he was startled when he saw this, and quickly ran away quietly.

Don't dare to persuade, the younger brother should resign himself to fate.

Ming Xiuyi sighed silently, stood at the door, and said softly: "Master, I'm back."

There was another sound of throwing things from inside, Gong Wutong seemed so angry that he ignored him.

Ming Xiuyi was not scared away either, he knocked on the door politely and said, "Can disciple come in?"

Gong Wutong's humming sound came from the inner room, as if he was refusing.

Ming Xiuyi knew that Gong Wutong was very difficult to coax, so he stood obediently at the door without hearing permission, as obedient as a pillar.

Gong Wutong was probably drunk, and drunkenly said a few nonsense in it, and then he didn't know what to do, Ming Xiuyi heard the sound of his body hitting the ground heavily, Gong Wutong gasped.

Ming Xiuyi was startled, and regardless of whether Gong Wutong would allow him to enter, he removed the fence and pushed the door directly to enter.

"Master..."

Pulling off the white gauze and entering the inner room, Ming Xiuyi looked around, and as expected, he saw Gong Wutong lying on the ground, with black hair and white robes spread all over the floor.

The wine jar on the side has been tilted, and the mellow wine is slowly flowing.

Ming Xiuyi quickly stepped forward, first lifted the limp Gong Wutong from the ground, then straightened the wine jar, and said helplessly: "Master, wine is not a good thing, it is better to drink less in the future."

Once he lost consciousness, the red rope strangled him directly, so even if Gong Wutong drank, he would never let himself get completely drunk, he still retained a trace of sobriety, staring at Ming Xiuyi With one glance, he raised his hand and was about to hit him.

Ming Xiuyi was beating and scolding, and he didn't hide when Gong Wutong's hands were thrown, and let the master vent his anger.

After going out for a year of experience, Ming Xiuyi couldn't help himself. The elder who led them was extremely strict to prevent them from being lazy, and in order not to let them have the luck of any master to come to rescue them, they have not stopped since they got off the mountain. Let them have any contact with the outside world, just think of themselves as casual cultivators with no background and no sect, and everything depends on themselves.

Gong Wutong slapped all over, but when he reached Ming Xiuyi's cheek, he still couldn't bear it, so he withdrew his strength completely, and his five fingers almost touched Ming Xiuyi's cheek and stroked gently.

Ming Xiuyi was already prepared to be beaten, but when he was stroked at first, he was startled for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes to look at Gong Wutong.

"Bastard." Gong Wutong dropped his hand suddenly, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm getting soft, I'll settle the score with you when I sober up."

Ming Xiuyi couldn't laugh or cry immediately, he held Gong Wutong's arm and said, "I'll help Master go back to bed."

"What to support?" Gong Wutong raised his eyebrows and looked at him lazily, even without the charm, his face could seduce people's souls, "You won't learn from others...Won't you hug your master on the bed? "

As soon as Ming Xiuyi heard the ambiguous words in Gong Wutong's mouth, he knew that they must be the people in the scriptures he read recently, and said helplessly: "Okay."

He insulted, then picked up Gong Wutong's soft body from the ground, and quickly put it on the couch.

Gong Wutong was put on the bed without realizing the joy of being hugged by his apprentice. He was so angry that he glared at Ming Xiuyi, pulled the quilt and lay down with his eyes closed.

Ming Xiuyi hesitated to speak.

Outside the window, Sui Xiangfeng crouched on the window sill, stretched out his hand and licked his fingertips, poked a hole in the window paper, and squinted his eyes to look in.

Yue didn't know when he would arrive, so he poked Sui Encounter in a low voice.

"Hey."

Sui Xiangfeng looked back at him: "You're back."

Yue Jiwang said in a low voice: "Is Shizun exhausted?"

"not yet."

Yue looked at it with an "oh", and didn't dare to go in, so he lay down beside the window lattice and looked in.

Even with his eyes closed, Gong Wutong could sense that Ming Xiuyi wanted to speak, so he said angrily: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hesitate, you have practiced for a year and you have been in the stomach of a dog, where did you learn to be indecisive?" Stinky bug?"

Ming Xiuyi choked for a moment, and then said softly: "Master, I have reached the Great Consummation of the Nascent Soul."

Gong Wutong gently opened his eyes, and said quietly: "Oh, it's so powerful, disciple, do you want to reward you with a candied haws? What's wrong with Yuanying Dzogchen? Believe it or not, I beat you to perfection Smiling Jiuquan?"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi noticed that Gong Wutong still had resentment towards him for the fact that he had not heard from him for more than a year, and he was not forgiving at all. He was used to being scolded, and he was not angry. He once promised me that if I reach the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, I can... use my cultivation to help you..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Wutong remembered the promise he made four years ago when coaxing the child in his drunken mind.

"Oh." Gong Wutong sat up slightly, looked at Ming Xiuyi's handsome face, and spoke softly in an extremely ambiguous tone.

"You finally want to sleep with Master?"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

The more we look forward to meeting each other: "!!!"