False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

Shen Wu asked himself, he didn't like this big senior brother very much, so he said very sympathetically:

"it is good."

He also nodded in a dignified manner, as if he had made some solemn agreement.

Zhou Lian felt a tightness in his chest.

But he still had to pinch his nose and teach Shen Wu how to read.

After teaching, he remembered that he still had to sleep with this annoying kid at night, and his heart suddenly felt as if someone had forced a whole big rock into him, so that he almost couldn't breathe, and his face turned red up.

Shen Wu didn't know what was going on in his senior brother's mind, so he glanced at him strangely: "Eldest senior brother?"

Zhou Lian pretended to be calm: "It's nothing."

Based on the principle that brothers in the same school should care for each other, Shen Wu carefully looked at his face, and did not see anything unusual, so he buried himself in his studies with confidence.

Zhou Lian was so embarrassing that he would be sulking when he was born alone. His stupid, short and muscular junior was always ignorant, stumbled and read his book with great interest, and didn't even think to see him.

No respect for his brother at all.

He felt really bad, but after all, he was six years older than Shen Wuchi, so he couldn't get over his face and confessed his thoughts to an older child, so he could only swallow his anger.

Moreover, with what he said just now, when Shen Wu said something to him again, he would not be able to show his face anymore.

After all, he is a tolerant big brother.

These are all bargains.

Zhou Lian pursed his lips slightly, feeling that he was a bit at a loss, that he had read all his business lessons in his hometown into his belly.

Also show this little dwarf spells.

Zhou Lian hoped that Shen Wu would forget about this, but unfortunately, he didn't.

After lunch, Zhou Lian hurriedly drew a simple little figure on the paper with three or two strokes, carefully cut it out along the border, and when he turned his head to meet Shen Wu's curious gaze, he felt a twitch in his heart. Suddenly, but there was no sign on his face, he said lightly: "Wait a minute."

Shen Wu showed fascination in cooperation.

Zhou Lian walked up to the table, put the little paper doll on it flat, and said, "This unique skill is called all grass and trees are soldiers. The one you saw in the past two days, the one who cooks for us, was conjured like this."

Shen Wu was in a complicated mood.The unique skill of the dignified No. [-] Immortal Sect is used for cooking?

Could it be that he was abducted into the dining room of the First Immortal Sect?

Zhou Lian could tell at a glance that he was thinking about it, and he was 1 unwilling, but at least he had been taught under Chang Wuzi's knees for six or seven years, so he couldn't see that his teacher was underestimated by others—isn't this just looking down on him indirectly? !

So he forced himself to be patient and talkatively explained: "This technique is well practiced, and one person can defeat thousands of troops."

However, for a cultivator, no matter what kind of spells he has mastered, he can easily resist thousands of mortal troops, he didn't think of it for a while, and of course he couldn't tell Shen Wu.

After all, Shen Wu's age is limited, he doesn't have much experience, and he has sophistication in the world, no matter how much he reads in books, he will only feel shallow on paper, not to mention he hasn't read much.Therefore, he didn't think that Zhou Lian might lie to him, but thought that this spell was good, and he could go back to help his father after learning it.

Seeing the lively look in his eyes, Zhou Lian felt less uncomfortable, stopped talking, closed his eyes, and was thinking about something.

Then he opened his eyes abruptly, stared at the paper figurine, and made a gesture again and again, his lips were slightly pursed, his expression was unprecedentedly focused, the half-grown young man, who was already very attractive, looked as cold as ice at this moment.

Shen Wu was dazed, and in an instant, he caught a glimpse of the demeanor and independence of an immortal in this unreliable senior brother.

Immediately afterwards, he heard his elder brother with a fairy demeanor shout: "One, two, three, wooden people!"

Shen Wu staggered.

Zhou Lian was dissatisfied and said, "Come and see!"

The paper figurine was blown by a gust of wind, and fluttered away from the table, which was a common occurrence.But……

Shen Wu's eyes widened, watching it stretch its arms and legs in mid-air, and finally landed on it. It was still just a thin piece of paper, but it stood on the table, with his hands on his hips, and Zhou Lian's mouth opened and closed slightly, road:

"One, two, three, wooden man!"

The voice was quite familiar, as if... as if imitating him.

Shen Wu blushed a little, stretched out his finger and lightly poked the paper figurine's stomach, heard a gurgling sound, and then the paper figurine fell limply like a deflated cuju.

Shen Wu looked at Zhou Lian confusedly: "It?"

Zhou Lian coughed lightly and said, "It's hungry."

Shen Wu was stunned for a moment, hesitantly said: "Then do you want to feed it?"

Zhou Lian said calmly, "Oh, no need, I'm already starving to death."

Shen Wu: "..."

Zhou Lian's earlobe was stained with a thin layer of red, but he still kept his face reserved and said: "My cultivation is limited, so that's all I can do."

I still haven't practiced it yesterday.

Shen Wu was speechless.

Zhou Lian said again: "It's getting late, it's time for you to practice with Master."

According to Zhou Lian, the traditional arrangement for disciples under the age of 15 at the Yanluo Party has always been to recite scriptures in the morning to cultivate their morality, and to practice swordsmanship in the afternoon to strengthen their bodies... No, to relieve stress and relieve anger.

Shen Wu still remembered Chang Wuzi's deception and abduction, and he was not very willing to face his bitter face—of course he didn't really want to face Zhou Lian's cold face, but after weighing it, he still said:

"Master said, senior brother is very talented in swordsmanship, so senior senior brother can teach me."

Children are like this, they don't know how to be ashamed, and they can climb to the sky along with a bamboo pole.Zhou Lian was a little annoyed, and said coldly, "I don't want to teach you."

Turning his face and being ruthless, he really doesn't like the way he looks.

That's all right.

Shen Wu just said, without forcing, stepped out of the study.

At this moment, Chang Wuzi also opened the door, and waved to him with a smile.

With Zhou Lian's cold face in front of him, when Shen Wu looked at the master again, he immediately felt kind. Although he had doubts about his ability, but the elder brother seemed so proud and powerful that he had subdued him, maybe it was a bit true. Kung fu?

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and trotted to Changwuzi.

There is a shrine in the main room, a few sticks of incense are lit above it, and two futons are spread on the ground.Chang Wuzi led him in, motioned him to kneel down, stroked his head, pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"Although you are in a different place, you still have to ask the patriarch to accept apprentices. Shen Wu, let me ask you, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Shen Wu held three sticks of incense in his hand, and said obediently: "Wish." After saying this, he kowtowed three times to the ancestors of the Yanluo Sect, but he was a little strange in his heart. Even if you ask about the matter of accepting apprentices, you should ask the living elders , It is right to worship the ancestors, but is it a bit inappropriate to let the ancestors make up their minds?

After paying homage to the ancestor and then to the master, Chang Wuzi showed a smile: "Okay, from now on you will be the 160th and ninth generation disciple of my Yanluo Sect."

Shen Wu's head was touching the ground, and he was shocked when he heard the words: "Isn't it the 160th generation disciple?" Why is it different from what the senior brother said!

Chang Wuzi was taken aback for a moment, then slowly frowned.

He originally had a melancholy and serious appearance, and when he frowned, he looked even more unfriendly. Although Shen Wu felt that it was only one night, he should not remember wrongly, but what if.

The master, who heard that he was not close to him in anxiety, said uncertainly: "Really?"