The villain master online collapses the character design

Xuan Yunfeng is the branch with the least number of people and the least work in the entire Brahma Sect. Before Jiang Ziming woke up, two disciples guarded him every day. Then I just looked at the flowers, the grass, the clouds and the water in the yard. At first, Carrot felt sorry for him for being alone in the empty yard, but later he really couldn't stand his dull life, so he left him to go wild.

After the scorching heat of the dog days, insects chirped from the distant mountains at night, and the sound of the stream flowing was intoxicating. The wind finally brought coolness, and Jiang Ziming never heard the sound of taking a shower in the middle of the night again. After putting away the cooling spell, my heart suddenly felt empty and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

As a result, Sun Yun became a different person once the city of Demon City was encountered. The person who never read books and practiced martial arts, the scriptures in his hands turned into various mental methods and sword moves. The person who never went to class went on time every day, and finally a little The hero should look like.

The harder he worked, the closer Jiang Ziming's return would be. He should have been happy, but when he saw Sun Yun, he felt a little scared.

He gradually fell asleep amidst his thoughts. In the early morning of the next day, he listened to the movement in the yard and felt that Sun Yun got up after leaving, ready to exercise his muscles and bones. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the big apprentice smiling at him at the door, "Master .”

"how?"

"Elder Fenghe's letter bird." Jiang Wenhao handed him the letter bird, and he guessed the content without waiting for him to read it, "It should be that you are going to the academy to attend classes. You were supposed to attend classes last month. I I'm afraid you haven't recovered yet, I'll ask for leave for you, yesterday I heard that Uncle Tianyu has something to do, so the head of Fenghe should be asking if you can go to class."

The content of the letter was just as he said, Jiang Ziming frowned slightly, remembering that the original owner had gone to class, but...

Jiang Wenhao didn't respond when the paper bird burned out. He knew that his master didn't like these trifles the most, so he asked tentatively, "Master, don't you want to go?"

"You go to class first, and I'll go later." Jiang Ziming turned around and went back to his room to change clothes. He could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. He went when he had to. Although he couldn't "show off" like the original owner, he chatted with them seriously. It should be ok.

After tidying up, he took the answer and went to class. Fortunately, he was going to a training academy, and the children were all prospective students who had just started or hadn't started yet. As long as he was cautious in his words and deeds, he would not be embarrassed.

He sat down with his back straight, and the students were silent for a moment, looking at him with piercing eyes.

"..." Being stared at by so many pairs of pure and flawless eyes, he was almost discouraged.

"Immortal Venerable!"

Someone yelled, and the classroom exploded in an instant. Jiang Ziming was taken aback by their enthusiasm and almost ran away. Fortunately, the students in charge of the classroom stood up in time to maintain the classroom, and the classroom was barely quiet. He had forgotten the "nonsense" he had prepared on the road, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what to say.

"Om~"

Responding to the sound, Jiang Ziming felt blessed, put it on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Entering the Tao with the sword is for sword cultivation, and cultivating the sword is cultivating the heart. The combination of human and sword is the power of sword cultivation."

"How can I enter the way of the sword?"

A student asked, Jiang Ziming was waiting for such an interaction, and replied, "Listen to the sword, have you heard the sound of the sword in your hand?" After speaking, Jiang Ziming raised his hand to sweep the response, and there were bursts of buzzing, and the students widened their eyes Watching, then Jiang Ziming signaled them to listen to his sword.

He also gently closed his eyes to feel the response. The response had been in Sun Yun's hands before, and he had never felt the response calmly. The sword cultivator could understand the sound of the sword, so what would the response say?

The teenagers in the classroom closed their eyes tightly, feeling their swords seriously, and the desks and chairs by the window were covered with a layer of gold bronzing. The cool breeze wafted through the room, stirring the scent of books and stirring the ends of the teenagers' hair. And pockets, light and gentle, dreamlike and intoxicating.

"Master?"

Shouting with a smile came to his ears, Jiang Ziming suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the door, except for the dazzling sunlight. Voice.

He obviously wanted to hear the answering voice, but when he closed his eyes, all he heard was Sun Yun's voice.

"Family teachers don't give up." This is said in a serious manner.

"Master? Are you crying?" This is what he said in doubt.

"Master is very good." This was said deliberately to annoy him, and the tone was very unbearable.

"Master..."

"..."

He whispered into his ears, Jiang Ziming slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the young men in the room, all of them were Sun Yun but not him, so they had walked so many roads together before they knew it, and seen so many young men. Many people, after seeing so many scenes, it turned out that for him, Sun Yun was not only a tool for him to go back, not just his apprentice...

"Huh!" The strong wind blew, and the ink on the books on the table flew, and the teenagers opened their eyes and hurriedly pressed their books. Perhaps the wind also wanted to play with words, so it stirred the students' ink, on the students' rice paper and paper. There were marks on the clothes.

"Let's get out of class." Jiang Ziming left in a hurry, walking with the vibration of the sound, saw the person he was thinking of by the side of the stream, regardless of why he appeared here, felt guilty when he saw him, and encouraged himself in his heart: He fiddled with my saber!I came to settle accounts with him.

Sun Yun withdrew his sword, "I was thinking of you, so here you are."

"What... do you want me to do?" Jiang Ziming changed the subject, unable to speak bluffing words.

Sun Yun smiled into crescents, dimples appeared on her cheeks, and said calmly, "Just think about it when you have nothing to do."

"..." Jiang Ziming could tell when this kid was making bad decisions and when he was really happy. The latter was in front of him, and he stiffly raised his voice in response, "What did you do with it? Your voice?"

"My voice?" Sun Yun looked at the vibrating response of "Woooo" and then at the man who pretended to be serious, and ripples appeared in his heart.

The sunlight reflected on the water surface makes the stream clearer, the wind blows through the clear stream and the mountains, and the occasional birdsong makes people feel refreshed like early spring even though it is midsummer.

Sun Yun's smile became more rippling, and she leaned closer to look at him, "Did you hear that?"

Jiang Ziming held on firmly, "That's not it!"

"It's a small matter, I'll give you my sword and you can use it." Sun Yun handed him the sword in his hand, "The one taken by Moducheng is called Yingying."

Jiang Ziming twitched the corner of his mouth. The rebel took this name to show that he was angry with him, but he was not so angry because he was willing to use the sword to himself.

"You just gave it to me?"

Sun Yun: "Everyone is like you, treat the sword as a daughter-in-law!"

As a sword repairer, Jiang Ziming asked straightforwardly, "Why not?"

Sun Yun gave a "puchi" smile, wrapped the sword in his hand deftly, and then handed it to him, "Brother, let's fight side by side!"

Jiang Ziming pushed away in disgust, "Take it away, I'm not interested in your brother." He meant to ask for trouble, but when he saw it, he chatted about something, so he turned around and wanted to go back.

Sun Yun followed, "I'm very interested in my wife!"

Traitor!Jiang Ziming rolled his eyes, and Yu Jian left immediately.

The days flowed like water, Jiang Ziming spent every day besides eating and practicing with his two apprentices, almost staying in every corner where the Brahma faction could go.

He was thinking about asking Fenghe if there are any powerful monsters, let Jiang Wenhao take Sun Yun to practice, or he pretended to be a bad guy to bully Sun Yun under the pretext of retreat, and help him reach the top as soon as possible. Plan, received an urgent letter from Wang Zhengxin, asking him to go to Wuwei Hall immediately.

Since he came back from the capital city, Wang Zhengxin has been sending him pills every three days, always saying that he should pay attention to his health when he is old, and let him not care about anything. Now Jiang Ziming has saved a lot of pills thanks to him. There was no one to bother him, so he was so anxious that it must be something important, so he rushed away immediately.

He just entered the hall, and he couldn't move before he found the shadow of Wang Zhengxin's thigh. Looking down, a fat and white child hugged his thigh tightly, looked at him with watery eyes, and opened his mouth softly. Calling, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Jiang Ziming, who was called "Daddy" three times in a row, was dizzy and looked at him like a tree, until Wang Zhengxin walked over with a "hahaha" smile, "Yinlan, it really is your child!"

Jiang Ziming's three souls and seven souls returned to their positions, and he rubbed his thighs stiffly. Seeing that the child was about to pounce on him again, he immediately retreated to Wang Zhengxin's side, and his heart began to collapse.

Now he already has a rebel, an ignorant younger brother, and a disliked adopted son. It is really exciting to have a child now. Seeing Wang Zhengxin with a loving motherly smile, Jiang Ziming asked bravely, "Did you misunderstand?"

Wang Zhengxin happily walked up to the child, pointing from his eyes to his nose, "How is it possible, this child named you as his father by name, seeing how much his eyes, nose and mouth resemble you, he can't be wrong."

"..." The child looks like six or seven years old, with big eyes, high nose bridge and small mouth. His facial features are very profound, and his face is completely different from his swollen face. How is it the same?

Jiang Ziming raised his hand to touch his slender eyes, and said helplessly, "Do you remember that I have been in retreat for the past ten years?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhengxin suddenly realized, "Yes!" Then he looked at the child carefully, bent down and asked, "How old are you this year?"

The child's eyes were full of Jiang Ziming, seeing him hiding away from him, puffing his cheeks angrily, shaking his head, "I don't know."

Wang Zhengxin continued to be persuasive, "What's your mother's name?"

"do not know!"

"Then you should know what your name is!"

"No! I know! I know!" The child became a little angry, and stared at him viciously, but it was a pity that he was white and tender, and his chubby appearance was cute even if he stared. Wang Zhengxin was not intimidated by him at all, but stretched out his hand with joy She pinched his face and coaxed him, "If you don't know, you don't know, don't be angry."

"Hiss." Jiang Ziming twitched the corners of his mouth and moved closer. The child's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he raised his little hand as if waiting for him to hug him, "Daddy!"

Pressing it on the spot with one hand, he asked dissatisfiedly, "Where did you come from?"

Jiang Ziming stared at the person coming out of nowhere, startled slightly, and then his first reaction was to leave first, but the person's eyes were very good, he stared at him immediately and saw that he wanted to escape, "This is the same as Master It doesn't look like it, how could it be the child of Master."

"Yes, yes, yes." Jiang Ziming responded quickly.

Sun Yun bowed his head to salute Wang Zhengxin, and then his eyes fell on the child who wanted to break free from his palm, but his hands and feet were short, so he couldn't resist at all, so he could only stare at him viciously with a pair of big watery eyes, "Ahhh!"