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Jiang Ziming stayed up all night and didn't feel sleepy until early in the morning. His dream was too chaotic. Sometimes Sun Yun turned into a big devil, and sometimes Wang Yao turned into a monster.

Suddenly he fell onto the stage, and the stage was empty. When he took a closer look, countless flying swords flew towards him. He was so frightened that he woke up and almost fainted.

Wang Yao's dark eyes were close at hand, and the scars on his face were still there, and he didn't even bandage them.

Jiang Ziming almost jumped out of his heart, almost swearing.

The four eyes met for a moment, Wang Yao stepped back to give some space between the two, "Father."

In view of yesterday's gaffe, Jiang Ziming learned a lot from a fall. He put all his energy into managing his expressions, and he didn't forget to control his tone of voice.

"Why so early?"

Wang Yao sat on the edge of the bed, supported the bed with one hand, and pointed out the window with the other. He cast a spell on the closed window, and the sunlight broke in instantly, "It's getting late."

The glare was dazzling, Jiang Ziming turned his head to avoid the light, and opened his eyes after getting used to it. He didn't expect to sleep until the sun was high, and he felt very uncomfortable when he saw the boy sitting slumped on the ground.

When he was about to get up, Wang Yao jumped up, moved to the desk, looked around his room, and still did not forget to comment sarcasticly, "Father's house is really as messy as ever." He picked up a few drawing books on the floor , with a gloomy expression, "Is the adoptive father so disrespectful after taking my things?"

While putting on his clothes, Jiang Ziming was stared at uncomfortably. He paused and continued to put on his clothes, then combed his hair.

His hair is very long and smooth, and he only needs to hold half of it with a wooden hairpin. Fortunately, he learned how to do classical dance before, so he easily held his hair up, and was about to get the wooden hairpin on the table. , was robbed.

The wooden hairpin was in Wang Yao's hands, and he turned it around with a half-smile, "Father-in-law, this hairpin is too plain."

Jiang Ziming is annoyed by the immature kid.

"Crack!" The hairpin broke into two pieces in his hand, and then turned into powder in his hand, and scattered in the wind.

Jiang Ziming really wanted to slap him two big mouths.

"Yo, the young master didn't take medicine early in the morning, didn't he?"

Sun Yun didn't know when he appeared by the window. Seeing him standing against the frame with his arms around him, he must have been here for a while.

Sure enough, people are more angry than others, and compared with Wang Yao who is full of yin, looking at the cold Sun Yun is much warmer, especially when he hates him, he looks like a sunny boy.

Wang Yao frowned, "What does it have to do with you when I talk to my adoptive father! Why are you interrupting! Why are you complaining!"

He clenched his fists as he spoke, as if he wanted to make a move.

Sun Yun didn't panic at all, and bent down to pick up a food box from the ground, "Young master, what's the hurry, it's just that there are two medicines hanging on the gate of the courtyard, so I just asked."

Wang Yao: "..."

When they were arguing, Jiang Ziming had already tied up his hair with a hair tie. Seeing the food box in Sun Yun's hand, he got up to get it, took out the medicine in the box and stuffed it to Wang Yao, "You drink the medicine first."

"Don't drink!" Wang Yao didn't appreciate it at all, and threw the medicine bowl out of the window, almost hurting Sun Yun.

Like to drink or not!Jiang Ziming secretly rolled his eyes, pretended to be angry, left the room, and went straight to hide with Jiang Wenhao.

Sun Yun looked at Wang Yao, who was so angry, leaning on the window sill, and sneered, "I really haven't taken any medicine now."

Wang Yao opened his eyes angrily and roared, "Get lost!"

Jiang Ziming was sitting in Jiang Wenhao's room, listening to the big apprentice talking about the ridiculous dream he had yesterday, and feeling "fortunately it was a dream, it scared me to death."

After speaking, he looked at the person sitting upright and expressed his opinion, "Master, you seem to have changed recently!"

"Where did it change?" He didn't panic at all, he asked back with a calm demeanor, and his tone of voice was just right.

"This time, Master's temper seems to be much warmer, not as cold and ruthless as before..." He was halfway through speaking, and quickly turned around, "That peerless arrogance."

Jiang Ziming: "Yes."

The master and apprentice were speechless for a moment, and it happened that there was a bird singing outside the window, so they all looked out.

It is the perfect time for spring, and the flowers of the Brahma School compete with each other all over the mountains and plains, and even the flowers and plants of Xuanyun Peak are not far behind. The golden winter jasmine, red rhododendrons, and white tulips are in full bloom.

It's a pity that Jiang Ziming was very sad on such a beautiful day, because Wang Yao was always in his yard, which was very annoying.

He stood by the window looking at the flowers, ignoring Wang Yao who was blowing the wind in the yard, and Sun Yun who was drinking tea, his head throbbing with pain.

He was thinking of a reason to go out, when he heard Jiang Wenhao calling him, saying that Elder Feng He had sent a sound transmission talisman, and he wanted to invite him to the Hall of Wuwei to discuss something urgent.

The original owner has always been a flower of the high mountain, and he doesn't care about world affairs. Jiang Wenhao listens to and handles all the affairs of the school, and the elders also accommodate him.

Because he has been in seclusion all year round, even after he leaves the seclusion, he doesn't listen to the sound transmission talisman, so it would be faster to send it to Jiang Wenhao, and let someone pass it on to him.

After Jiang Ziming heard the news, he immediately left the house without looking back, walking in a very chic manner.

Wang Yao was about to follow up immediately, Jiang Wenhao sat up immediately, stopped him with a spell, and reminded him, "Master is going to see Elder Feng He, I'm afraid it's not right for the young master to go."

He killed someone's spiritual pet when he came back yesterday, so he is afraid to be reprimanded if he rushes there now.

Wang Yao hesitated and stopped, with a displeased expression on his face, "Don't worry about me!" After speaking, he broke through the shackles and left.

Sun Yun stood up, seeing Jiang Wenhao lift the quilt and get out of bed, slightly startled.

Jiang Wenhao seemed to sense something was wrong, turned his head and looked at his younger brother with embarrassment, he had forgotten that he had a younger brother, and scratched his head embarrassingly, "All of a sudden it will be fine."

"Really?" Sun Yun moved to the window, saw that he was walking without any problem, and stared at him meaningfully.

"Junior brother, please don't tell Master, I have no choice but to!" Jiang Wenhao quickly moved in front of him, explaining earnestly, "Master finally got out of the customs, if I recover, he will definitely throw you to me again Go to retreat and leave the two of us to depend on each other, just like children without a father."

"..."

It's a shame that his senior brother doesn't put on the stage to sing.

"Junior brother, I'm doing this for your sake! I'm used to being alone, but you're a beginner! You can't bear the pain of being bullied by other disciples."

Seeing that he was still pretending to wipe his face, Sun Yun took two steps back in disgust, and stopped his play, "I see."

That side Jiang Ziming escaped from Wang Yao and rushed to Wuwei Hall without stopping.

Wuwei Hall is Wang Zhengxin's residence, and also the place where the Brahma sect receives guests. It is not magnificent, but it is well-equipped.

Sitting in the hall is a woman with a veil covering her face, holding a furry fox in her arms, and two spirit beasts squatting at her feet, she is the Elder Fenghe of the Brahma Sect.

When he walked in, Feng He got up and bowed slightly to greet him, and Jiang Ziming returned the salute.

Feng He: "I don't know if the Immortal Venerable has plans to retreat in the near future?"

Jiang Ziming shook his head, it was the original owner who loved retreat, and he loved mountains and rivers and freedom more.

"The master went down the mountain to look for his wife again." Feng He sighed slightly, and gently stroked the fox in his arms, "I was the one who was looking for the master before, and I should have gone this time. Presumably the immortal has already seen The young master also knows that I have lost my beloved, and I am really sad in my heart, and I have no intention of doing anything else."

"I said earlier that the young master is perverted and should be strictly disciplined, but the celestial lord blindly indulges the young master, and he can't even discipline the head." Feng He looked sideways at him, although he tried his best to restrain himself, his tone was still a little angry.

Jiang Ziming understood the meaning of the words, he condoned Wang Yao's lawlessness, so now he is doing what his son did, and he needs to clean up the mess.

"it is good."

He agreed without any hesitation, he just wanted to stay away from Wang Yao, and he could go down the mountain to see the world by the way.

Feng He Xu didn't expect him to agree, he was stunned for a moment, and then said after a while, "Feng He is not persecuting the immortal, but only one person in the faction can't be left alone." The anger just now was gone, and there was a sense of panic .

Jiang Ziming said concisely, "It's okay, I'll go down the mountain right now."

After finishing speaking, he got up to say goodbye, glanced at the sleepy spirit beast on the ground, then turned and left.

He sent the Dao Chuan Yinfu to Jiang Wenhao, briefly explained the situation, and went straight down the mountain.

There are 140 steps. Walking down may lose your legs and feet. Thinking about going down with Yujian, when he was hesitating, he saw a familiar figure in the clouds.

The breeze blew past, the clouds cleared, and a figure appeared, it was his wronged apprentice Sun Yun.

He just sent the sound transmission talisman to ask Jiang Wenhao to take him to practice hard, why did someone come here.

Jiang Ziming went down a few steps and stood in front of him. After confirming that he was his real apprentice, he was at a loss for a while, "Why are you here?"

"Go down the mountain with Master."

How did he know!

Sun Yun read the doubts from his expression, and answered him, "Brother asked me to wait for Master at the mountain gate."

Sure enough, it was the great apprentice Jiang Wenhao, who knew his whereabouts like the back of his hand. Looking at Sun Yun, he thought it would be good to take him down the mountain to practice. Although according to the timeline of the book he had read, he should not go down the mountain until a year later, but Now he always feels that it is completely different from the book in his memory, so he takes one step at a time and reads it step by step.

Sun Yun looked at the stacked steps, "Master, do you want to go down?"

Jiang Ziming patted him on the shoulder and said expressionlessly, "I will go ahead with the sword for my master, and I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

In order to temper the apprentice's will, he has worked hard with good intentions.

Sun Yun: "..."

"Respond." Jiang Ziming called out his saber, performed the sword control technique, looked at the sword hanging in the air under his feet, gritted his teeth and jumped on it. He was very nervous and couldn't pay attention to Sun Yun's eyes that wanted to eat people.

"Master, be careful!"

Hearing the disciple's gnashing of teeth instructions, he still had to look like a fairy, and couldn't act like he was holding a sword for the first time, so he raised his eyes to look at him, his feet panicked when he saw it, and he almost fell off the sword. It wobbled from side to side before stabilizing.

"Is that Immortal Venerable An Huan?"

It's so hard to die, someone is passing by!

There were more and more people, and the discussion was one after another. Jiang Ziming wanted to cry but had no tears. It seemed that it was time to leave school. He was also a little embarrassed to see Sun Yun smiling with his head down.

How should I put it, he is a Banished Immortal after all, and his sword is not stable, so the vest immediately exploded.

"Master, do you want to walk with your disciples?"

Sun Yun added fuel to the fire, and Jiang Ziming couldn't stand this kind of ridicule, so he gritted his teeth and cast a spell, imagining that he was one with the sword, and perhaps it was the original owner's blessing that he could control the sword smoothly.

He hung in the air, looked down at everyone, and flew out triumphantly.

Thank you for the blessings from the original owner!

It is difficult to repay a great kindness, and he must find a way to let the original owner have the whole body.