Say it's a big treason to the master

Ming Xiuyi seems to be naturally less obsessed with love. As the little disciple of the little sage, he has a noble status and a first-class handsome appearance. Over the years, many girls have always shown love to him, but none of them He seriously rejected it.

When he was young, he only wanted to cultivate to respond to his father's expectations. When he grew up, because of hatred and helping his master, he only wanted to go to the stage of becoming a god. Fuck his half-distraction.

Ming Xiuyi's mind is full of cultivation, and the eyes that look at Gong Wutong from the beginning to the end are like looking at the secret library of the walking mind, wishing to stick to the master's side to practice sword practice at twelve hours a day.

Except for the astonished glance when he saw Gong Wutong four years ago, Ming Xiuyi never put his mind purely on Gong Wutong's face again.

——This is the first time.

Gong Wutong frowned, probably disliked the dirt on his body, didn't see Ming Xiuyi's face at all, kicked the person on him away with a sullen face, and said coldly: "Do you want to be beaten?!"

Ming Xiuyi suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly stood up, and whispered with red ears: "Master, forgive me."

Gong Wutong was holding his muddy sleeves with a displeased expression on his face, he loved cleanliness, he had already changed his clothes twice a day, now he had to change again when he got dirty.

He glared at Ming Xiuyi, turned around and left angrily, and went back to change his clothes.

After Gong Wutong walked away in a huff, Ming Xiuyi stayed where he was for a long time before he raised his hand to caress the muddy water on his cheek.

Yue Jiwang and Sui Xiangfeng hurried over and surrounded Ming Xiuyi.

Eldest senior brother embraced Ming Xiuyi who was covered in water without being too dirty, and his face was full of admiration: "Why did you draw your sword and cut at Master without saying a word? Why, do you still want to be treasonous to Master?" ?”

The blush on Ming Xiuyi's face faded, he shook his head: "I don't."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Yue Jiwang didn't believe it at all, "I can see that sword of yours, it's not that powerful when killing monsters on weekdays."

It's hard to say that Ming Xiuyi was the master's brain convulsion and suddenly let himself offend him, so he just shut up and didn't say a word.

Sui Xiangfeng silently listened to the two talking nonsense, until the nonsense was finished, then he said quietly: "Well, why were you blushing just now?"

Ming Xiuyi was startled, then looked up at him in astonishment.

Sui Xiangfeng's expression was extremely strange: "Although it was just an accident just now, your expression... looks like an apprentice, did you notice it yourself?"

Yue Jiwang took a sharp breath, and immediately pointed at Ming Xiuyi like grass on the wall and cursed angrily: "Presumptuous! How dare you molested Master?!"

Ming Xiuyi was stunned for a long time, his face gradually paled, he suddenly remembered the unsightly scene in Gong Wutong's sea of ​​consciousness, immediately took a few breaths, and widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I do not have!"

His first reaction was to deny it, but he recalled carefully the moment when he pressed the dirty master to the ground and met that powerful but rare and fragile beautiful face, the momentary throbbing in his heart But it is true.

Gong Wutong is a rare beauty in the Three Realms, not to mention that because of the half-body devil bone, every gesture is charming and seductive. Fortunately, he has a noble status. In recent years, no one has dared to do anything to him except Jiang Si, who has been dead for 800 years. His dirty thoughts——Whenever he mentioned this, Gong Wutong wished that he did not have the status of "little saint", so that he could enjoy the joy of countless people chasing him.

Ming Xiuyi's eyes were dull, and it took him a long time to brush away the brothers who were still chasing him and chattering, and left here dizzy, he was too stimulated, and he planned to be alone and calm down.

After Gong Wutong cleaned himself up, seeing that it was getting dark, he hesitated and decided to set off to find Li Nanzhi the next morning, since everyone was there anyway, so he couldn't run away.

Gong Wutong missed Ming Xiuyi's rare blush due to his cleansing disease, so he complained to Shuangxiake about his pain again, and Shuangxiake comforted him, and after sending the little sage away, Immediately jotted down this passage, planning to show the love-hate relationship between the flirtatious master and the stubborn disciple.

Very good very good.

Gong Wutong still didn't know that he who had been watching the theater was regarded as a drama by others. He sat alone on the soft couch next to the window and read several rose-patterned script books. worldly desires.

There were two light knocks on the outside window, as soft as the sound of rain.

Gong Wutong looked up from the book full of "Oh, don't be too deep" and was about to close the window, and stared at someone outside as soon as he raised his hand.

——Zhe Feng was squatting under the window, with a few grass sticks stuck in his head, with confusion and innocence written all over his face.

Gong Wutong was too obsessed with the storybook just now, and Xiefeng is a mortal with no spiritual power, so he failed to find him in the first place.

Seeing Gong Wutong looking at him expressionlessly, Xiefeng smiled dryly and greeted him: "Xianjun, good evening."

Gong Wutong took him by the collar and carried him directly to his room.

"How did you find this place?" Gong Wutong asked.

Xie Feng was dizzy and turned around for a few steps before standing still. He moved his hands nonchalantly, and said in a low voice, "I came here by following the red rope on your Taoist partner, but it's so strange. I've obviously never been on him... yes What's the matter?"

He spoke slowly, as if he was really puzzled by the question.

Gong Wutong was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and then realized that the "tao companion" in his mouth was more hopeful, he couldn't laugh or cry: "He is not my Taoist companion, he is my apprentice."

"Oh." Xie Feng took it easy, "I've met a lot of masters, apprentices and Taoists, so there's no need to hide it."

Gong Wutong silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood, thinking that it was not a cover-up, really not.

"What the hell are you here for?"

Xie Feng tilted his head and thought for a while, looked at him seriously, and said, "Don't you want to know about Li Nanzhi, I can tell you."

Gong Wutong raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you unwilling to say it before?"

Xie Feng glanced at him, then suddenly lowered his head with blushing cheeks, and said unnaturally: "You... If you want to know, I'll tell you."

If it was normal just now, seeing someone being so shy to him and saying such ambiguous words, Gong Wutong would have dreamed of something wrong, but he just looked indifferent to Xiefeng: "Oh, my honor."

In the side courtyard next door, Ming Xiuyi sat in meditation, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the inner mansion to practice around the ice spirit species.

There was snow-white spiritual power revolving around his consciousness, as if the sound of ice and snow colliding, it was not clear at all.

As usual, Ming Xiuyi didn't care at all at first, but the voice became louder and louder for some reason, until finally it became a familiar human voice, whispering in his ear.

"Cultivate the devil..."

"As long as you give me the magic breath, I can let you have everything you want."

"Ming Xiuyi..."

Ming Xiuyi frowned more and more, and finally tried to pull out his consciousness, but it was like a butterfly landed on a spider's web, no amount of struggle was futile.

In the inner room, with him as the center, the frost slowly spread, gradually covering the surroundings with a layer of crystal clear frost.

Ming Xiuyi, who was almost frozen into an ice sculpture, frowned, his eyelashes trembling as if desperately struggling to wake up.

Soon, Yuan Ying's Dzogchen cultivation made him escape from the control of the Ice Spirit Seed. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a bloody smell gushed from his throat, almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ming Xiuyi's pupils trembled violently, and he struggled to breathe.

At the last moment when he left the Ice Spirit Seed, that snow-white Frost seemed to turn into a familiar human form.

That was Ming Xiu himself.

"He" had a cold face, stared at Ming Xiuyi deeply, and spoke like ice.

"Cultivating demons is your established destiny."

"I am waiting for you."

Ming Xiuyi closed his eyes with difficulty, thinking that even though he had melted the Ice Spirit Seed into the inner alchemy, he still wanted him to attract the demon all the time.

He had already gotten used to it, took in and exhaled for a while, and didn't dare to enter the inner mansion to meditate again, so he simply lay down on the couch and planned to take a nap to replenish his tired body.

I don't know if it was because he just experienced the bewitching of the Ice Spirit Seed, or because the blow to Master was too great today, he fell asleep and had a rare nightmare today.

There was no logic in the dream, he was hunted down for a while, and fell into the swamp and fell into the abyss for a while, anyway, sleeping would make him more tired than fighting all day and night.

Until the end of the nightmare, there was a person dressed in purple with messy robes, smiling at him extremely gently.

Ming Xiuyi was tossed by the nightmare, he didn't care whether the logic in the dream was right or not, he saw Gong Wutong go straight forward following his heart, and threw him to the ground as in daytime, like a puppy Rubbing Gong Wutong's face affectionately.

The place where he rubbed back and forth was the one covered by mud and water.

Gong Wutong smiled while supporting his face, and said softly: "Is Master good-looking?"

Ming Xiuyi nodded vaguely, and was about to answer, when he suddenly realized the word "Master", he froze all over, and slowly raised his head to look at the person below him.

Gong Wutong smiled at him with his eyes bent.

Ming Xiuyi screamed silently as if being struck by five thunders, and sat up suddenly from the couch, breathing heavily, his forehead was covered in cold sweat from being frightened.

The stimulation he received in the dream was too great, he was still in shock and his whole body was weak.

"What do you call me for?"

A voice suddenly appeared in the room.

Before Ming Xiuyi woke up from the nightmare, he was startled by this familiar voice and almost couldn't help but draw his sword.

Gong Wutong let out a "tsk", raised his hand and quickly patted Ming Xiuyi's forehead, touched the cold sweat on his hand, and completely woke up Ming Xiuyi who was staring at him wondering what year it was.

The master wiped all the sweat from his hands onto Ming Xiuyi's clothes, and said suspiciously: "I was startled awake while yelling my name, why, in my dream, am I some kind of scourge, chasing you and wanting to eat you?" No?"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."