Say it's a big treason to the master

Ming Xiuyi and the others originally thought that they came to Yaozu to relax their minds, but they didn't expect to create a lot of trouble for themselves after only two days.

When night fell, Hong Su came to summon Ming Xiu Yi, and took him to see Hua Bu Chau.

The Yao clan is like a paradise, with soft water and warm mountains. Because of its abundant spiritual power, even in winter, there are lush and colorful flowers everywhere. Every time Gong Wutong comes back, he will pick a bunch of flower seeds and return them to Jiufangzong, so that the people of Linghui Valley can plant them for them. He wears it as a hairpin.

Ming Xiuyi followed Hong Su through a secluded path with nine twists and eighteen bends, and passed through long flower vines, and the spiritual power around him became more and more intense.

When he got to the deepest part of the flower vine, he suddenly reached a climax, which almost made Ming Xiuyi unable to breathe smoothly, and his eyes went black for a while.

Heaven bestowed the demon clan with majestic spiritual power, and mortal bones would naturally not be able to adapt to it for a while.

Ming Xiuyi followed his breathing lightly, and it took a while before his eyes regained clarity.

This is a deep mountain and old forest, and the surroundings are so quiet that you can't even hear a bird's song. He stepped on the thick grass. Because of the lack of focus just now, the cold spiritual power should have been released uncontrollably, but But around him remained the same, without the slightest chill.

Ming Xiuyi was startled slightly.

At this moment, a lazy voice came from the lush jungle nearby.

"I don't need medical treatment, this place allows me to stay, at best it is pleasing to the eye."

Master's voice.

Ming Xiuyi stepped forward, stretched out his hand and lifted the hanging branches, revealing a small path.

Hua Buzhu's voice also followed: "I didn't let you practice here, I just... just came here."

Ming Xiuyi pushed aside the branches and walked over, and found that Gong Wutong was lying on the soft grass, crossing his legs and using a white peacock as a pillow, reading a book comfortably.

Hua Buzhu was shaken by Gong Wutong's unceremonious strength, and almost fell down by the pillow. He forcefully supported him, saw Ming Xiuyi, and said with difficulty: "Looking at the momentum on your body, it is likely that you will break through in the next few days. , you get used to it here first, don’t make any trouble because of the spiritual power of this demon clan.”

Ming Xiuyi saluted first, then nodded upon hearing the words: "Yes, thank you, uncle."

"You're welcome." Hua Buzhu's two paws were trembling, and he glanced at Ming Xiuyi, almost gritted his teeth and said, "Let your master get up from me first..."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi laughed helplessly. He stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Master."

Gong Wutong lazily continued flipping through the storybook without even looking at him: "Why?"

Ming Xiuyi stretched out his hand and moved it on the grass next to Gong Wutong's arm, spread out his palm, and said, "There are bugs."

Gong Wutong let out an "oh", unmoved, and continued to read the script.

Hua Buzhu rolled her eyes, stared at Xiu Yi, and said "It's useless at all!"

Ming Xiuyi didn't speak, and lowered his eyes to put the ladybug in his hand on a nearby branch, watched the ladybug fly away unsteadily, and turned his head to look at Gong Wutong.

The next moment, Gong Wutong, who finally came to his senses, suddenly sat up from the ground: "What?! Bug!"

Hua Buzhu was finally rescued, and flopped twice to stay away from his senior brother, fearing that he would be used as a pillow again, and at the same time looked at Mingzhi strangely, thinking that this child knew his master very well.

Gong Wutong thought it was dirty, so he just got up and beat around his body indiscriminately, fearing that some bugs would get into his clothes, and he was still rambling: "Why didn't you tell me there were bugs here? I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying. Now I feel itchy all over my body.”

Hua Buzhu pecked at the feathers aggrievedly: "There are bugs in this kind of place."

Ming Xiuyi stood beside Gong Wutong and checked him for bugs. Gong Wutong opened his hands and walked around in front of him, scolding the flowers: "Nonsense, there are so many flowers, plants and trees in my small yard. Not a single bug can be seen."

Hua Buzhu whispered: "That's because the lantern was too busy to drive away the bugs."

Gong Wutong raised his voice: "What did you say?"

Hua Buzhu: "No, no, those kind of bugs don't bite people, so it's fine."

Gong Wutong was still dissatisfied, feeling that the place where he was lying just now was itching, he pushed back his long hair and let Ming Xiuyi look at the back of his neck: "Did something crawl in?"

Ming Xiuyi took a look, and suddenly moved his gaze away, and said softly: "No."

Then Gong Wutong frowned and put down her hair, picked up the cloak hanging on the branch and put it on her body: "Annoying, I'll go back to take a bath first—after all, you will follow your uncle here to adapt, adapt well go back."

Ming Xiuyi nodded: "Yes."

Gong Wutong quickly ran back to take a bath.

Hua Buzhu combed the feathers before turning into a human form. He was assured of Ming Xiuyi, and he would not suspect any tricks he was playing. He casually nodded around: "You can do whatever you want, and call me if you have any questions."

Ming Xiuyi: "Yes."

Ming Xiuyi stayed in the forbidden area of ​​the Yaozu until dawn before he finally got used to the spiritual power of that place. He opened his eyes with a light breath, and the sunlight poured down from the gap between the towering trees, falling on his gentle brows.

Hua Buzhu has been sitting on the tree to protect him. Seeing that Ming Xiuyi has adapted to this domineering spiritual power in just one night, he is amazed, and finally knows why his senior brother who is clean in the eyes respects this child so much .

only……

Seeing that Ming Xiuyi had finished cultivating, Hua Buzhu jumped down from the tree, looked at Ming Xiuyi with a half-smile, and said calmly, "What were you thinking while staring at your master's neck last night?"

Ming Xiuyi was saluting to him, when he heard this, his movements froze, and he looked at him in astonishment.

Hua Buzhu has seen countless people, seeing his reaction, you know that what Hong Su told him before is not groundless.

It's obvious that he really has thoughts about Gong Wutong?

Hua Buzhu was the first time in these years that someone dared to show love to someone like Gong Wutong, he was amazed, he didn't know whether to watch a good show, or to warn this bold senior nephew not to have any affection for his senior brother Charming.

Hua Buzhu grew up with Gong Wutong, although she adores that face so much that she can't wait to give her body, but that kind of admiration is not between a man and a woman.

He looked Ming Xiuyi up and down, suddenly patted his nephew on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "Sure enough, a hero born a boy."

Ming Xiuyi was still thinking about the meaning of Hua Buzhu's words. Did the uncle find out what he was thinking? He was terrified, and he was even more confused when he heard this word without beginning and end.

After Huabuzhu didn't say anything to him, Ming Xiuyi was a little nervous at first, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his uncle was fine.

This year's festival is not thirty, and the 29th is New Year's Eve, Ming Xiuyi went out from the forbidden area, and the outside has already become lively.

The monster tribe loves to be lively, on the road, there are all kinds of monsters in the sky and trees, and there are some firecrackers bought from the mortal world, crackling and setting off all the way.

After Ming Xiuyi returned to the residence, Sui Xiangfeng was planning to go out with Yue Jiwang, when he saw him coming back, he immediately pulled him into the room, and gave him the clothes he had prepared.

Ming Xiuyi asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

"New clothes." Sui Xiangfeng took off his outer robe, gestured at the green clothes, nodded with satisfaction, and urged him, "Hurry up and put them on, we're going to the Yaozu Ceremony later, I heard that the Holy One and the Buddha Everyone's here."

Ming Xiuyi asked in surprise, "The Holy One is here too?"

"Yes, yes." Sui Xiangfeng pushed him to change his clothes, and then rummaged through the pile of jade pendants that he had bought long ago, and showed them to Yue Ji, "Look at these, which clothes match them?"

Yue Jiwang yawned, and clicked on a red one casually: "This?"

"Blue with red? What look?" Sui Xiangfeng looked at him with disgust, and picked out a piece of white warm jade neatly.

After a while, Ming Xiuyi changed his clothes and walked out from the screen.

He has practiced outside for a long time, and he often wears whatever is resistant to dirt. Even if he returns to Jiufangzong, he still wears a gray robe and a black robe, and rarely wears such elegant colors.

Sui Xiangfeng chose the good-quality wide-sleeved T-shirt, and a few tung flowers were embroidered on the cuffs and front with snow-white thread.

Ming Xiuyi is a gentleman who is gentle, courteous and thrifty, even wearing a black robe can't hide his almost overflowing gentleness, not to mention the green shirt that already adds elegance.

Sui Xiangfeng was stunned for a moment, feeling in a daze that even if the red jade pendant that Yue had chosen was matched with the green clothes, Ming Xiuyi would still be able to suppress the strange color.

There was the sound of crackling firecrackers outside, Sui Xiangfeng hurriedly ran forward and tied the white warm jade around his waistband, and said: "The people at the ceremony are all important people, we just take a peek outside."

Ming Xiuyi held his headband in his mouth and was raising his hands to straighten his long hair, when he heard the words he said vaguely, "Aren't you going to follow Master?"

"No." Sui Xiangfeng said, "Master won't let us get close."

After Ming Xiuyi finished trimming his hair, he tied half of his black hair with a hair tie, and a few locks of long hair hung down the side of his face. He looked like a mortal scholar, not a monk holding a sword at all.

After finishing Ming Xiu's clothes so well that he could see people, the three of them walked along the busiest long street to the Yaozu Festival.

The Yaozu Ceremony is already crowded with people, I don't know if it's over, Sui Xiangfeng and the others listened to Gong Wutong's words, and they didn't get too close, just glanced at it from a distance.

Sui Xiangfeng saw something, suddenly jumped off the bridge, and said in a low voice, "I know why Master won't let us approach."

Ming Xiuyi always felt that someone was watching him secretly along the way, and he was arranging his clothes to see if there was any dirt on him. Hearing this, he said, "Why?"

Sui Xiangfeng said: "The one who crossed the Yunjiang River is here."

Yue Jiwang was surprised and said, "Don't you think it's clear?"

"Ah."

That's right, according to Gong Wutong's posture of being afraid of the three cultivating demons, if he is suspected of knowing about the magic sword, he may be in big trouble.

Sui Xiangfeng said in a low voice: "Let's go first, the lord saw me just now, it's possible..."

Before he finished guessing, there was a sudden sound of drawing a sword, followed by a chuckle.

Sui Xiangfeng turns around in astonishment.

Even though the demon lord he was talking about just now seemed to appear beside them at some point, the more he looked at it, the more he didn't want to draw his sword and slash, but he grabbed the blade—the pale hand didn't No damage.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Zong Danming pushed Yue Jiwang's sword away and clapped his hands, "If you use your natal sword to hurt me, maybe I will be afraid, now this Fantie... Tsk."

Ming Xiuyi has the highest cultivation level, and he has already stood in front of the two of them, with deep eyes, holding his sword in a strong but polite salute: "I have seen you, my lord."

Even though he recognized this person as the host of the Ice Spirit Seed at a glance, he said indifferently: "I'm looking for the magic sword, are you? If not, get out of the way."

He was not as polite to these three people as he was to Gong Wutong.

Ming Xiuyi held the sword tightly, looked up at Zong Tanming, and said in a warm voice: "I always heard the master mentioning your lord, and seeing you this time, your lord is indeed as it is in the rumors."

Upon hearing Gong Wutong, Zong Tanming slightly raised his eyebrows: "What did Wutong tell you about me?"

Ming Xiuyi said: "Master said that you are lofty and far-reaching, you get along very well, and you never make things difficult for juniors."

Even though Ming was stunned, knowing that Ming Xiuyi was choking him on purpose, he was still so stunned by his words that he couldn't refute.

He said with a half-smile, "You are eloquent."

Ming Xiuyi said politely: "My honor is my honor."

Zong looked at Yue Jiwang again with his disbelieving eyes, his hand was about to move, a little bit wanting to grab this person directly, to check if he really had half a soul in his body as in the legend.

Just as he was thinking, Sui Xiangfeng saluted abruptly and said respectfully, "I have seen Master."

Even though the hand that had already condensed the spiritual power suddenly retracted, the terrifying coercion all over his body disappeared completely, and he turned around with a natural expression: "Uncle can explain, I just want to talk to them, really You don't want to coax them into cultivating demons, Wutong, you..."

Before he finished explaining, he realized that there was nothing behind him, so how could there be any Gongwutong?

Zong Sui Ming was taken aback for a moment, and turned around abruptly.

Those three little brats had long since slipped away without a trace.

Zong Suming: "..."