Say it's a big treason to the master

It seems that a big knot in his heart has been untied, and Gong Wutong is coquettishly pestering Zong Xueqing to learn the charm technique.

Zong Xueqing couldn't help laughing: "Wu Tong is the first love?"

Gong Wutong said casually: "Learn to play."

The succubi in the Mozu Guoyun River are usually women, but Gong Wutong is the only one who has a male body but bears the blood of a succubus, Zong Xueqing raised his eyebrows: "You want to learn how to seduce your three An incomprehensible apprentice?"

Gong Wutong knew that Gong Ke told Zong Xueqing everything, so she didn't feel surprised, but nodded her head: "Yes, it's so fun."

Zong Xueqing looked at him strangely: "Since you don't have that kind of thought, don't provoke others to play."

Gong Wutong asked back: "Back then, mother didn't have that kind of thought for father, didn't she still go to provoke Buddha?"

"Nonsense." Zong Xueqing said seriously, "Back then when I saw your father, I was attracted by the beauty at first glance, and I was all in that way to provoke him, otherwise how would I, a little succubus, dare to play with Sifang Dafo Temple? Fozi playing?"

Gong Wutong: "..."

Zong Xueqing sighed again, and said: "I think back when I first saw your father, the Buddha came down to Yunjiang wearing a snow-white cassock, and the Bubudara flower came to save the dead. Tsk, at that time I Tell my brother that I want to marry him."

Gong Wutong had listened to it [-] times since she was a child, but seeing that Zong Xueqing was always in high spirits, she had no choice but to utter a puzzled voice: "And then?"

When Gong Que came back with the sword in hand, Zong Xueqing had already talked about their first encounter with Gong Wutong again.

His snow-white monk robe was stained with scarlet blood, and the spirit sword could not stop humming happily after drinking the blood, walking slowly like a god and Buddha who had climbed to the ninth heaven from the sea of ​​purgatory blood.

Gong Wutong coaxed Zong Xueqing into a happy mood, seeing Gong Que coming back like this, he asked in doubt: "By the way, what did you just say about the magic cultivator?"

Gong Que and Zong Xueqing nodded, and went to the next room to take a bath and change clothes.

"The last time the demon descended, the bewitched monks became ruthless monsters." Zong Xueqing picked up the whip and strangled it casually, pointing the handle at the distant mountains, "there is the place where they are sealed."

Gong Wutong was startled, it was the first time he heard about this.

That's why Gong Que already knew about this matter, and when he heard him talking about Heavenly Demon just now, his reaction was so flat.

Zong Xueqing propped her chin and said lazily: "But this time the Heavenly Demon has his own demons, so I'm afraid there will be a good show in the future."

The nine-storied pagoda where the two lived was too close to the seal of the monster, and cracks would appear in the seal from time to time. In order to prevent the monster from escaping and causing harm to the Three Realms, Gong really needed to guard here and fill the seal crack with spiritual power.

Gong Que has long been cultivated and sanctified, but he has not ascended to the ascension for a long time. As the price of staying in the Three Realms, it is to keep this seal intact and prevent monsters from raging in the world.

This is his own choice, compared to Dao Dao, Gong Que would rather guard the thousand-year seal with Zong Xueqing on the nine-storied pagoda than soar up alone.

Because of the half-body Buddha bone, Gong Que and Zong Xueqing never wanted Gong Wutong to cultivate demons, and if Gong Wutong stayed here, he might be affected by the demon's breath, so they sent Gong Wutong to Jiufang Zongchen when he was a teenager I have no time to sit down and be a big disciple.

When Gong Wutong was young, he didn't understand why he couldn't live with his parents. It wasn't until now that he vaguely understood what he hadn't understood all these years.

Gong Wutong didn't stay too long, stayed at the Nine-Storied Pagoda for one night, and got up early the next morning to leave.

Zong Xueqing felt a little bit reluctant to part with him, pinched the corner of Gong Que's sleeve to wipe her tears, and stuffed a bunch of storage bags for Gong Wutong, which contained everything for eating, drinking and entertainment, and I don't know where she got it.

Gong Wutong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to catch them one by one, turned around and slipped away.

He was dejected when he came, and after staying in the Nine-Storied Pagoda for one night, he resumed his usual publicity, and Yufeng returned to the Jiufangzong.

Ming Deng was salvaging the dead leaves in the small pond in Hongchen Garden, when he noticed Gong Wutong's return, he saluted respectfully: "Little Holy One."

"Don't call me." Gong Wutong glanced at him, took off his outer robe, and said with disgust, "You still feel like spring in such a hot dog day, are you still human?"

Bright Light: "..."

Ming Deng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Little Holy Master, I'm already full of spring."

Gong Wutong didn't feel embarrassed when he found fault and was slapped in the face. Instead, he suggested something impossible to Ming Deng: "Then give me a winter look, the one that can cool off the heat."

Cultivators are not afraid of the cold and heat. If they are really afraid of the heat, they can just use their spiritual power to cool off the heat. Where do we need winter?

Ming Deng knew that the little sage was looking for trouble again, so he ignored him and continued to fish the dead leaves in the pond.

The dog days are extremely hot, and Gong Wutong didn't like to use spiritual power to cool off the heat, so he asked his disciples to find him a bunch of ice cubes and put them in the room, lying comfortably on the soft couch, listening to the cicadas singing and eating iced pears, it was nothing like He is a practitioner.

The ice cubes melted quickly in the heat, Gong Wutong used a bunch of ice cubes all day long, and didn't feel better until the sun went down.

It's just that he looked at the full moon in the sky, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said vaguely: "Bright lamp... um eh eh?"

Ming Deng was watching Epiphyllum, and saw that Gong Wutong had a piece of ice frozen with honey in his mouth, his lips were blue from ice and he was still trying to speak, he said helplessly, "What did the little saint say?"

Gong Wutong chewed up the honey ice in his mouth and swallowed it, and was shivered by the chill that reached his body.

"I mean, what day is today?"

"fifteen."

Gong Wutong's eyes darkened slightly, and he thought: "Oh, I'm going to choose a concubine."

Gong Wutong has always had the stink of "selecting concubines" on the 25th of every month since he became the crown, but as it gets bigger and bigger, the time for concubine selection is gradually brought forward.

Four years have passed, and the "Concubine Selection Day" on the fifth day of each month has become the fifteenth day now.

If he chooses someone, that person will not have a good life for half a month.

Gong Wutong looked at the empty courtyard with his chin propped up, and then spread out his spiritual consciousness, and as expected, he found that there was no one around half a mile away from the Hongchen Garden.

Gong Wutong muttered in a low voice: "As for?"

Ming Deng thought to himself: "Of course, as for the only Buddha in this world who has such a compassionate heart, he can endure your bad temper."

It's just that the Buddha's six roots are pure, if he is really "selected" by Gong Wutong again, the holy monks of Sifang Great Buddha Temple may come to Jiufangzong to beat people.

Tired of being alone, Gong Wutong strolled to the courtyard in thin monk robes.

Yue Jiwang hoped that the three of them had already set the restraints in their rooms, lest Gong Wutong rush in to choose the concubine.

It’s just that they are clear in their hearts, if Gong Wutong really wants to come in, their restrictions can’t be stopped at all, Gong Wutong will be pierced with a single touch, not much thicker than the paper window—but it’s better than nothing, at least it’s a bit of psychological comfort .

Hearing Gong Wutong's characteristic idle footsteps sounded outside, the three people in the room held their breath in unison.

In the past four years, Gong Wutong had already gotten used to making the three apprentices happy, as usual, he purposely slowed down his pace and wandered around the courtyard for a long time.

He paused at the door of Yuejiwang, and when he heard that the breathing in the room had stopped, and he was about to enter the tortoise's breath, he nodded his head in satisfaction, and walked slowly to the door of Sui Xiangfeng.

As expected, Sui Xiangfeng was the one who stayed by Master's side the longest, and he was already lying on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting to die. He only hoped that Master would take pity on him as the weakest one, and give him a way out so don't choose him.

Gong Wutong was so satisfied that he walked to the door of the apprentice again.

Ming Xiuyi was sitting in the outer room, when he heard footsteps stop at his door, his heart suddenly jumped for some reason.

That feeling was a little different from the vigilant feeling he had when Gong Wutong came, at this moment he even expected Gong Wutong to push open his door.

After Ming Xiuyi had this awareness, his face froze suddenly, he shook his head violently to get rid of those outrageous thoughts, and felt that he was really affected by those things in Gong Wutong's sea of ​​consciousness, why did he not feel like that after that time? Becoming a little abnormal?

He was thinking wildly, and he didn't even notice that the footsteps at his door had left.

After a long while, I heard Gong Wutong's untuned singing gradually fade away, Ming Xiuyi was relieved that there was no trace, and there was some emptiness in his heart that he didn't even notice.

Ming Xiuyi introspected and enlightened himself, sitting cross-legged on the couch and meditating until midnight, when he pulled his consciousness out of the inner palace, he suddenly felt a familiar breath appearing out of thin air in the room.

He froze, as if realizing something, he opened his eyes suddenly.

Sure enough, Gong Wutong was lying on the soft pillow with his black hair scattered on his back, squinting at him.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

The restraint of the room has not been broken, and the door is also closed, how did his master come in? !

Fortunately, Ming Xiuyi has already pulled out his divine consciousness, otherwise this blow would scare him away into madness.

Ming Xiuyi said dryly: "Master, you...why are you here?"

Gong Wutong seemed to be very sleepy, he stared at Ming Xiuyi in a daze, his voice was weak and weak, and the end sound seemed to have a small hook, which made people unable to help but want to comfort him.

"It's cool here." Gong Wutong said vaguely, then looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Also, I want to sleep."

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback.

This is the first time that Gong Wutong came to him to ask him to sleep.

Ming Xiuyi also ignored other thoughts, hurriedly got up and got off the couch, making Gong Wutong lie down more comfortably.

"OK."

Gong Wutong turned over comfortably, his black hair was spread on the bed, making his face paler.

Mingxiu did not squint, and devoted himself to helping Master close the sea of ​​consciousness to sleep. This time, before withdrawing his consciousness, he also closed his eyes, lest he see something that would make him even more demonic Come.

Two quarters of an hour later, Gong Wutong woke up from the dream with some satisfaction, and cast a lazy glance at Ming Xiuyi.

For some reason, Ming Xiuyi suddenly sat upright, not daring to look Gong Wutong directly in the eyes.

"What are you doing?" Gong Wutong said with a half-smile, "You won't admit it after getting out of bed, can't you tell that Ming Shaozun is still such a loafer? Tsk tsk tsk."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi couldn't figure out what state Gong Wutong was in now, so he looked at his expression carefully.

There is no clarity in Gong Wutong's eyes, and at some point those different pupils have turned into purple eyes, and the eyes that see Ming Xiuyi in his eyes are full of affection.

Ming Xiuyi's heart skipped a beat, secretly screaming that it was not good.

Although in the past four years, Gong Wutong would come and stroll by the door of their room every concubine selection day in the past four years, as if he just took pleasure in their trembling appearance, but he never really chose anyone to be his concubine.

This time...it seems a little different.

He was thinking about it when he heard Gong Wutong stretch out his hand towards him, and said with a smile as if the emperor was going to ascend the throne: "Help me up, concubine."

Concubine: "..."