Say it's a big treason to the master

With Gong He's help, Gong Wutong got all the Zhaoyang Essence in the Spirit Mine, which is enough for him to refine a bunch of elixir to maintain the balance of spiritual power in his body.

Being able to stop worrying about life and death for a while, Gong Wutong was so happy that he carried himself away, dragged Gong He and said happily: "Brother, do you want a pill? I will refine it for you. Anything can be done."

Gong He came here this time only to find Zhaoyang marrow for him, and shook his head: "No, just take care of yourself."

Gong Wutong casually picked off a flower and put it on her head in a smug manner: "That's so embarrassing."

Gong Wutong was never polite to him, and Gong He had already gotten used to it, and raised his hand to rub his head.

Gong Wutong's head was crooked from being rubbed, but she didn't hide, and whispered: "My flowers are all crooked."

Gong He sighed helplessly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ming Xiuyi who was pulling away the white vine flowers and walking towards this side. After thinking about it, he said: "Wutong, regarding love, you must remember not to make a decision when the demon bone is attacking."

Gong Wutong perfunctory him: "Well, well, remember."

Seeing that his face was full of indifference, Gong He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and patted Gong Wutong's paw that was still fiddling with the flower on the top of his head, and fixed his eyes on him.

Gong Wutong just put down his hand like a child being punished, and nodded obediently: "Yes, Wutong remembered."

Only then did Gong He soften his expression: "Be good, don't let your foster father worry about you all the time."

"I'm fine." Gong Wutong said reluctantly, fiddling with his hands, "Don't worry about it all the time, I'm not a child anymore."

Gong He seemed to want to say something, but seeing that Ming Xiuyi had already come to the front, it was not good to save Gong Wutong's face in front of the junior, so he just said: "You must tell us if you have something to do."

Gong Wutong: "Okay, I got it - don't you still have to take care of those little brats in Sifang Dafo Temple, are you still delaying here?"

Gong He: "They will come back and look for me later."

Ming Xiuyi had already come to the front, bowed his head and saluted: "Master, Buddha son."

As soon as Gong Wutong saw him, he happily pulled him to share the joy of getting a pile of Zhaoyang marrow. Ming Xiuyi didn't feel bored after saying those words upside down several times, and listened with lowered eyes. Make Gong Wutong even more interested.

With such kung fu skills, the disciples of the Sifang Great Buddha Temple have already been found and are waiting not far away.

They were all dressed in snow-white monk robes, with a calm demeanor, but when their eyes fell on Gong Wutong, their quiet eyes instantly became repulsive and anxious, wishing they could rush up and snatch the spotless Buddha from their house, so as not to suffer from this person's wandering air pollution.

Gong He was inconvenient to stay for a long time, so he interrupted Gong Wutong who had said for the fourth time, "There are so many Zhaoyang marrows! My brother just raised his hand, very quickly! Just one click!", and said, "Wutong, I'm leaving first. "

Only then did Gong Wutong come to his senses, "Oh oh oh" a few times: "Okay, see you at the Dao Discussion Conference next year."

Gong He nodded, and walked towards the disciples of Sifang Dafo Temple.

Gong Wutong also followed to see his brother off, but as soon as Gong He walked over, the group of white tofu-like disciples immediately protected Gong He behind them, looking at Gong Wutong as if facing a big enemy, lest he would charge up.

Seeing this situation, Gong Wutong stepped forward with a smile: "Why, this is, I just had a few words with my brother, do the little masters also want to stop me?"

Every disciple of the Sifang Great Buddha Temple has the roots of wisdom, even if he is unable to speak ill of the annoying Gong Wutong, his self-cultivation is probably comparable to that of Ming Xiu.

The leading young disciple clasped his palms together and saluted, and said with a serious look: "I have seen the little sage, the Buddha still has important things to do, so I can't talk to you about the old days."

Gong He was helplessly protected by a few young disciples who were not as tall as his shoulders, and gave Gong Wutong a look, signaling him not to tease them.

But Gong Wutong is not willing to listen to him, seeing these little disciples' faces collapsed like something, the bad nature in his heart was suddenly aroused, he purposely leaned in front of a little disciple, his purple eyes were full of sparkling waves : "If the little sage is today, I have to stay with the Buddha to reminisce with me? Little master, what are you going to do?"

Disciples: "..."

The little disciple was so angry that his face turned red, he wanted to scold others but he didn't know how to scold, so he could only suppress his anger and advised: "Please don't force others to be difficult, my little sage."

Gong Wutong laughed so hard in his heart, but he stretched out his hand towards the Buddha in the crowd, as if trying to snatch him away.

A group of disciples were so frightened that they quickly pushed Gong He back, as if they were being robbed by bullies.

"Little Saint, don't do this!"

"No, no!"

"Buddha, let's go!"

Gong Wutong almost burst out laughing.

Gong He was helpless: "Wu Tong, don't mess around."

Gong Wutong raised his eyebrows, his face was full of interest that had not dissipated.

Ever since he showed his love to Gong He in public in a daze when he reached the crown, everyone in Sifang Dafo Temple feared and rejected him. Every time they saw him, they had to stare at him to relieve their anger. He was getting used to it.

Ming Xiuyi also couldn't listen anymore, stepped forward and tugged Gong Wutong's sleeve, coughed dryly: "Master, the second senior brother said that he found a new spirit grass, let you see what kind of grass it is."

Gong Wutong immediately lost interest when he heard the words, took half a step back, looked at the young disciples who were facing the enemy, waved his hand and said: "Okay, little white bean curd, let's go, I won't play with you anymore."

Little White Tofu: "..."

They were so angry that their eyes were red, but they were worried about etiquette and couldn't say anything more. They backed up and protected the Buddha to go out, looking at Gong Wutong vigilantly, as if they were afraid that he would go back on his word and catch up again.

Gong Wutong had had enough fun, he ignored them, and was dragged by Ming Xiuyi to find Sui Xiangfeng.

Sui Xiangfeng and Shuangxiake hit it off, and they were squatting under a tree whispering, when they saw Gong Wutong approaching, they immediately stood up.

"Master."

"Little Saint."

Gong Wutong fanned the small fan, feeling that he couldn't beat the heat, so he handed the fan to Ming Xiuyi.

Ming Xiuyi saw his plan, took it respectfully, and fanned his master while operating the Ice Spirit Seed.

Feeling the cool breeze from Mingxiu Yifan's fan, Gong Wutong was finally satisfied.

He strolled up to Sui Xiangfeng's side, and said, "What kind of spiritual grass doesn't even you recognize?"

Sui Xiangfeng was bewildered: "Huh?"

Ming Xiuyi gave a dry cough and winked at Sui Xiangfeng.

Sui Xiangfeng immediately said "Ah!", as if remembering something: "Oh oh oh, this..."

He took out some herbs that he didn't know the spirituality of, and handed it to Gong Wutong: "Master, it's this."

Gong Wutong glanced casually, and looked at Sui Xiangfeng with disgust: "Didn't I tell you this in the first lesson I taught you, you can tell it from the color of the rhizome at a glance."

Sui Xiangfeng: "..."

Sui Xiangfeng felt that the roots and stems were all the same color, how could they tell them apart clearly, but seeing Gong Wutong's disgusted face, he could only nod dryly: "Master taught me that."

Gong Wutong threw the herbs to him and said: "Go back and copy that book ten times."

Sui Xiangfeng: "..."

Sui Xiangfeng aggrievedly said yes.

Ming Xiuyi looked at him apologetically. Sui Xiangfeng had just told Ming Xiuyi about the spirit of this herb, but he didn't remember which one it was.

Now being disturbed by Ming Xiuyi, Sui Xiangfeng was scolded and had to copy the book again.

Shuangxiake was silent at the side, thinking that even if Sui Xiangfeng had treasonous thoughts, he would be confiscated by the punishment of the little sage.

There was a lot of commotion on Gong Wutong's side, and almost all the monks in Feiqiong's secret realm were attracted to have a look, and Jing Che also ran over.

He originally wanted to watch the excitement, but just as he came closer, Gong Wutong saw him sharply and beckoned him over.

Jing Che had a bad premonition, and always felt that something was going to happen, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of the little sage, so he had to walk slowly.

Gong Wutong pointed at Sui Xiangfeng, and said: "My apprentice is going to dig some more spiritual grass, if you have nothing to do, you can go with him."

Jing Che: "..."

Jing Che suddenly recalled the fear dominated by Sui Xiangfeng's embarrassing appearance of telling her daughter to roll all over the floor as if insane.

Seeing Jing Che's expressionless face, Gong Wutong raised his eyebrows: "Do you have other things?"

Jing Che didn't dare to do anything else: "No."

Gong Wutong: "That's good - go, apprentice, don't come back to see me if you don't get ten new spiritual herbs."

Sui Xiangfeng: "..."

Sui Xiangfeng left with a disheveled face leading Jing Che, who also looked disheveled.

Gong Wutong was secretly happy, looked around, and his eyes fell on Shuangxiake.

Shuangxiake originally wanted to tell Gong Wutong in private that Mingzhi seemed to be jealous, but seeing his eyes filled with "Do you know what to do now", he could only smile dryly and say: "Little Holy Master, I have something else to do, let's talk about it another day."

Gong Wutong was very satisfied, and said kindly: "Okay, okay, walk slowly."

How could Shuangxiake dare to walk slowly, he almost scrambled away, so as to provide the little sage and Ming Shaozun with a chance to be alone.

After the idlers left, only Gong Wutong and Ming Xiuyi were left around.

Ming Xiuyi didn't know about Master's wolfish ambitions, and he was still playing the fan loyally and conscientiously. When his five knuckle fingers moved slightly on the white jade fan bones, he was ascetic and seductive.

Gong Wutong originally thought of countless scenes of being alone with Ming Xiuyi, but when it really happened, he didn't know what to do.

He stared at Ming Xiuyi's fingers, and felt that the slightly undulating hand bones of this person when he was shaking the fan were very beautiful.

Seeing that Gong Wutong was silent and not speaking, Ming Xiuyi tilted his head slightly, and asked in doubt: "Master, do you still want to dig spiritual grass?"

Gong Wutong looked at him quietly, thinking: "I just want to dig poisonous weeds now."

It would be best if it was a love poison that could make him fall for it accidentally.

If Gong Wutong thought, he deliberately took Ming Xiuyi to find the poisonous grass and poisoned himself, it is not impossible for him to do this, but I don’t know if the magic bone is still causing trouble, Gong Wutong doesn’t want to Use this method on Ming Xiuyi.

Gong Wutong took a deep breath, Lai Jiji stretched his waist, and said: "Dig, why don't you dig? I also want to make some elixir for you to break through the stage of transformation. Do you think that herbal medicine is made out of nothing? Grow in my alchemy furnace."

Ming Xiuyi was slightly stunned: "The stage of transforming into a god..."

As soon as Gong Wutong saw him, his heart was full, and he approached him with a smile and said, "Why, are you happy?"

Ming Xiuyi's eyes seemed to turn around, and there was an obvious look of joy between his brows. He nodded, and his voice became softer: "Yes."

Seeing him so happy, Gong Wutong thought he was really a child, and was about to tease him a few more words, when Ming Xiuyi's eyes were full of smiles, and he said seriously: "If I reach the stage of transforming gods, I will definitely let Master Get a good night's sleep every day."

Gong Wutong was taken aback for a moment.

The reason why Ming Xiuyi is so happy is not because he can break through to the stage of transformation, but...just because he can sleep well?