Say it's a big treason to the master

Gong Wutong's juniors have gone out to set up their own families since they entered the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if the Yunlin Realm is the Nine Fangs Sect Master, they spend most of their time away, and it is rare for so many people to get together.

Gong Wutong played with them all the way to adulthood, and he was lonely for a long time after the juniors left Jiufangzong one after another. Since then, he has learned to have fun for himself.

Gong Wutong usually likes to stay and play with his juniors in the jade card, playing chess and piano, listening to autumn and talking about cicadas, but this time he didn't stay for a moment at all, and left sullenly.

Yun Linjing smiled and took back the lost pieces one by one, and said flatly: "I've said it all, don't tease him at this time."

Wen Chunyu raised his hand towards Yunlinjing, and Yunlinjing took out a spirit stone from his sleeve and put it in his palm.

"One more plate."

Wen Chunyu nodded his head.

Huabuzhu and Qiuquechan couldn't calm down, sitting beside them drinking and watching them play chess.

Qiu Quechan babbled and said: "It seems that it should be because he is interested in women. Isn't that all right? Don't worry that he will deceive the master and destroy the ancestors and fall into the will of the elder brother."

While shaking her fan, Hua Buzhu used her identity as someone who came here and said, "It's difficult, didn't you see that the senior brother's face turned green just now?"

Qiu Quechan: "Isn't his green head?"

Hua Buzhu laughed heartlessly.

It was probably the first time seeing the contemptuous and insolent senior brother showing such an expression, they couldn't help gloating a little, and made an appointment to watch the big brother's show when Ming Xiuyi came back.

He is also a brother and sister.

At this time, Gong Wutong looked like a man whose wife had put on a cuckold, not only his face was green, his head was green, even his eyes were glowing green, it looked like he was going to eat people.

Sitting in the gazebo in the small courtyard, he impatiently turned the porcelain vase back and forth on his five fingers, not afraid of breaking it at all.

"I'm going to fall!" Gong Wutong stared at the top-notch porcelain bottle in his hand and the elixir worth a thousand gold that could make a person jump into the realm of transforming gods, and thought viciously, "If I fall, I won't give it to him!"

But having said that, he just thought about it, his fingers were still pinching the porcelain bottle as smooth as jade, planning to wait for Ming Xiuyi to come back to settle the score.

Since the beginning of summer, Ming Deng has been driven by Gong Wutong to make a palace lantern, and he no longer comes out to release the spring spirit. At this time, he looked at Gong Wutong's face full of distress and impatience, hesitated, or turned into personal.

Ming Deng doesn't hold any grudges, and intends to solve the little saint's problems.

"Little Saint."

Gong Wutong was still immersed in his own world, when he heard someone calling him, he thought Ming Xiuyi had come back, and immediately scolded angrily: "You son of a bitch! You still know you're back?!"

Just taking a closer look, I saw the blank expression on the lamp.

Gong Wutong didn't feel embarrassed when he scolded the wrong person, he lowered his head with a snort, and continued to play with the porcelain vase impatiently.

Ming Deng thought for a while, brought Gong Wutong the wine he usually drank, and was about to pour it for him, Gong Wutong knocked the stone table with the porcelain bottle, and said coldly: "No medicinal wine, bring me strong wine .”

Gong Wutong didn't like the smell of medicine since he was a child. Even the medicine that warms and nourishes the spirit veins is mixed with wine before he can barely drink it. This time he doesn't want to drink that kind of sake that seems to be mixed with water.

He wants to come.

Ming Deng knew that he had a good capacity for alcohol, so he indulged in changing the strong wine buried under the pear tree and poured him a glass.

Gong Wutong seemed impatient to do anything now, snatched the wine jar from Ming Deng's hand with a "tsk", pushed the small glass of wine to Ming Deng, and said, "Come and drink with me."

Ming Deng nodded and said, "It's not convenient for me to drink alcohol."

Gong Wutong clasped the pitch-black wine jar with his slender fingers, raised his head and casually poured a sip of wine into his mouth, the aroma of the wine was wanton, half of it spilled down his chin, soaking the messy neckline.

"Stop talking nonsense and drink."

Ming Deng had no choice but to hold his hands half the size of a palm, and took a small sip. Before the alcohol reached his body, he used his spiritual power to dissolve it.

Gong Wutong drank for a long time before realizing why he suddenly started drinking.

He sucked in a sharp breath, thinking that something is wrong, I'll just beat Ming Xiuyi up when he goes shopping in Hualou, there's no need to drink away his worries?

This is so useless.

Having said that, he still drank the full jar of wine before glaring at the bright lamp angrily.

Ming Deng took this opportunity to change his subject: "Little Holy Master seems to have concocted alchemy three times in the past few days. Have you concocted any new pills?"

Gong Wutong didn't get drunk after drinking so much, and his mind, which had been tense to hit someone, relaxed a lot. He leaned back in the chair, put his feet on the table lazily, crossed his legs and said: "Here , the elixir that can advance to the realm of the gods will not produce demons."

But very soon, Gong Wutong realized that this medicine was given to Mingzhi, that little white-eyed wolf who went shopping in flower houses, and he almost got angry again.

Seeing this, Ming Deng hurriedly asked: "What about the other two?"

Gong Wutong snorted angrily: "Of course it's the jelly beans I was eating for fun."

Bright Light: "..."

Although Ming Deng knew that Gong Wutong had the talent to refine heaven-level elixirs, he still felt helpless by his way of calling those elixirs that were hard to find by others as jelly beans.

After Gong Wutong exchanged a few words with Mingdeng, he swayed his toes on the table, instructed Mingdeng to say: "Go to the gate of Jiufangzong to have a look, my disciple...cough, are you back?"

Ming Deng thought to himself, wouldn't you be able to detect it just by releasing your spiritual consciousness? Why do you want me to see it?

But Gong Wutong was very good at finding trouble, Ming Deng was used to it, obediently said yes, got up and went to the long steps at the gate of Jiufangzong to look down.

There was no one under the long steps.

Ming Deng told the truth after returning.

Gong Wutong's face was like sinking water, he couldn't see any emotion, he just tapped the table suddenly with his toe, the stone table polished by black stone immediately cracked into cobweb-like cracks, and there was still a faint sound like ice cracking.

Bright Light: "..."

Ming Deng tremblingly watched Gong Wutong's gloomy face almost dripping, and didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

But soon, the disciples of Jiufangzong came to report that Sui Xiangfeng and the others had returned.

Ming Deng heaved a sigh of relief, but Gong Wutong was not at all happy, and sneered, he exchanged his legs and continued to overlap, with his hands clasped around his arms, with an astonishing momentum.

Mingdeng secretly sweated for Sui Xiangfeng and the others.

After a while, Sui Xiangfeng and Ming Xiuyi walked over from outside.

Sui Xiangfeng often went out to buy herbs these years, and when he ran out of money, he would use Gong Wutong's jade token to sway the market. Anyway, Gong Wutong, who is obedient and can reward tens of thousands of jade at a time, doesn't care about the little money he spends.

It should be the same this time.

Sui Xiangfeng thought about it, came back humming a song, and saw Gong Wutong sitting in a pavilion wrapped in flowers, hurriedly ran forward happily, and said: "Master, Master, this time I am in Feiqiong Secret Realm I have also found a few rare herbs, Huanlin Dan, which failed last time, will surely succeed."

Gong Wutong looked at him coldly, not feeling happy at all, and even his eyes were filled with the coldness of "what is this talking about?"

Sui Xiangfeng was taken aback for a moment, not understanding how he had offended Master.

But Gong Wutong had an obviously irritated expression, and seemed quite angry.

There are very few things that can make Gong Wutong angry. Sui Xiangfeng thinks that his master has made him furious all these years, but it was when he was forced to drink bitter medicine a few days ago.

But at that time, although Gong Wutong was mad, he still cursed angrily and was very energetic.

Unlike now, even though he could see that he was angry, he remained uncharacteristically silent, as if he was waiting for others to admit his mistake first.

Sui Xiangfeng had been by Gong Wutong's side for a long time, and his reaction was unprecedentedly fast, and he quickly reviewed the wrong things he did recently.

But after thinking about it, there is nothing more extreme than pouring the master's medicine before.

Apart from……

He looked hesitantly at Ming Xiuyi, who was silent behind him, and thought that the thing he did the most to make Master angry was probably taking the spotless Ming Xiuyi to visit the Flower House.

It's just that the bill for Hualou should not reach Jiufangzong so soon.

Sui Xiangfeng was thinking wildly when Ming Xiuyi behind him muttered something, turned around and left.

Sure enough, Gong Wutong's expression sank visibly to the naked eye.

Sui Xiangfeng squeezed Ming Xiuyi, smiled flatteringly at Master, and said, "Master, all I took today was to listen to a little song and drink a little wine, and didn't do anything...indecent."

"Oh." Gong Wutong finally spoke, he said sarcastically, "I would like to know, which Hualou's Xiaoqu Xiaojiu can compare with my Hongchenyuan's? Let you drink so happily that you keep staring at him Look girl."

Sui Xiangfeng yelled in secret, Master was really angry because of this matter, and even such details are clear, it seems that the peacock plume imprint on the flower tower was not due to his carelessness, it was really made by Master Hua .

"Master's words are serious." Sui Xiangfeng smoothed his hair skillfully, "How can those flower houses outside compare with Master's Hongchen Garden, we..."

Gong Wutong said blankly: "Oh, so it's a human problem?"

Sui Xiangfeng: "..."

How could Sui Xiangfeng dare to answer this question, he knelt down immediately, and said in a low voice: "Master, why don't you listen to me to explain in detail?"

Gong Wutong said coldly: "What's the explanation? Your knee?"

Sui Xiangfeng complained incessantly, secretly tugged on Ming Xiuyi's clothes, and softly asked him to kneel down and plead guilty.

Ming Xiuyi has always looked solemn since he came back. He vaguely heard that he was going to kneel down, and he breathed a familiar breath. He was slightly startled, staggered away Sui Xiangfeng's hand that was holding his clothes, and took two steps forward on one knee. Kneeling beside Gong Wutong, looking at him curiously.

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong frowned: "Get up, and I didn't make you kneel."

Sui Xiangfeng, who knelt obediently for a while, wept silently, only feeling that he was a little cabbage raised by his stepmother, very pitiful.

Ming Xiuyi wanted to pat his legs like a child, but he was probably drunk, his eyes were not very accurate, so he patted his hands in vain, and then took two serious slaps before he patted his knees, the corners of his lips With a smile, he looked eagerly at Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong frowned, and looked at Sui Xiangfeng: "What's wrong with him? Was he fascinated by some little goblin?"

Sui Xiangfeng said dryly: "We were going to listen to Xiaoqu, but we seemed to be a little bit repulsed by it. We had been drinking there all the time, and now... we seem to be a little overdrunk."

Gong Wutong frowned, drunk?

Ming Xiuyi seldom drank, and his capacity for alcohol was indeed not good, but he was not so drunk that he couldn't even focus his eyes.

When Gong Wutong and Sui Xiangfeng were talking, Ming Xiuyi kept kneeling on one knee and patting his own knee, as if to show off that he stood up on his knee.

Seeing him like this, Gong Wutong lost his anger for some reason, he looked down at Ming Xiuyi indifferently: "What are you doing?"

Ming Xiuyi's beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, looking expectantly at Gong Wutong's feet on the table, as if he wanted him to kick his knees like last time.

It was only then that Sui Xiangfeng realized what Ming Xiuyi's slapping his legs meant, and he quietly gasped.

That idiot...did not forget to think about Master's legs even when he was drunk? !