My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

"Daddy! Uh—"

The girl was panicked, her dirty face flushed red, her little hands were still wiping the cold sweat off the man's forehead, and her two feet were flapping around in the air.

Only when the girl's struggle weakened and her throat made a "ho ho" sound did Lao Jiang He angrily throw the girl to the ground.

"thump."

The girl's petite body fell heavily on the corner of the wall. Her face turned blue and she cried:

"Uncle, Jin'er was wrong. Jin'er... recognized the wrong person."

"Wrong person? Humph!"

Old Jiang He waved his sleeves in displeasure, ignoring the girl's young age, and said harshly,

"Remember this, I am accepting you as my apprentice, not as my adopted daughter!"

"Jin'er...Jin'er knows."

The skinny girl had a pair of big round eyes filled with tears and she spoke in a baby voice.

However, Lao Jianghe has always been hard-hearted. He frowned:

"You squandered all the gold, silver and jewelry I gave you in the past so quickly? Humph! You're so extravagant at such a young age. No wonder the villagers call you a freak!"

"Jin'er didn't..."

The girl wiped her eyes and sobbed so hard that she could hardly speak.

"Don't quibble! If you did something wrong, it's wrong. I didn't expect you to like lying. Well, considering that you will be my apprentice in the future, I will forgive you this time."

He naturally knew that all the jewelry he gave to the girl had been taken away by the villagers.

Broken ears, dislocated wrists and ankles...

He remembered it clearly. At that time, Lin Jin curled up into a small ball, with a pool of blood spreading around this small ball of milk. She was still shouting unconsciously: "Uncle gave it to Jin'er... Don't take it, give it back to uncle..."

The girl opened her mouth: "Uncle——"

"Shut up and don't make excuses."

Lao Jianghe looked at the girl's expression with interest.

Her big, beautiful dark eyes were filled with grievance, her small nose was red, she kept breathing in and out, and her lips were tightly pursed.

"Ugh."

Lao Jiang He sighed lightly and picked up the dirty girl without any disgust, with a gentle expression, as if he was not the one who was angry just now.

"Don't cry, I... no, I will call myself Master now. Although you are a born inferior freak, I don't mind."

"uncle--"

The girl who was gently held in his arms completely vented all the grievances in her heart at this moment. She cried with tears all over her face and held Lao Jiang He tightly, refusing to let go.

"Let's go. I heard that you have a mother. Take me to meet her."

Lao Jiang He rubbed the girl's earlobe, and the girl's brows subconsciously frowned because of the pain, but the next moment she blinked her eyes in curiosity and hummed in comfort.

"This is the One Qi Jue. When you grow up, I can teach it to you."

Lao Jianghe smiled slightly, and wherever his palm touched, the injuries would heal quickly in one breath.

His eyes fell on the remote cottage in the village with a hint of inquiry.

And there lived the girl's mother.

Judging from the girl's physique, her mother must not be an ordinary person, but why is she paralyzed in this little house all day long?

……

"Jiang He? Jiang He?"

Feng Susu eagerly grabbed Jiang He's shoulders and shook him. Not long after Jin'er called him "Daddy", Jiang He suddenly lost consciousness, covering his forehead with his hands and groaning in pain, with cold sweat streaming down his hair uncontrollably.

"It's okay, I just suddenly remembered something."

Jiang He took a few deep breaths of cold air and felt a splitting headache.

Fortunately, Jin'er was by his side at this time. Without Jiang He saying anything, the black-haired girl began to rub his temples seriously. With her warm little hands, the pain gradually subsided.

"Are you really okay? But you just... could barely stand."

Feng Susu, who was just excited about Jin'er's initiative, was now nervous and fidgeting. She held Jin'er with one hand and used the other hand to wipe Jiang He's sweat with a handkerchief.

Jiang He pushed the blonde girl's handkerchief away with a wry smile:

"It's healed now. This is an old problem and I've gotten used to it. It's just... I was sorry to Jin'er before."

He held Jin'er's soft little white hand and hardly dared to look at the girl.

I used to go too far.

It was so excessive that Jiang He wanted to stab himself.

"Daddy?"

The black-haired girl hesitated, called him in a low voice with a searching look.

Jiang He originally wanted to ask the girl to correct her address, but then he remembered that Jin Er had accidentally called him "Daddy" before and he had pinched her neck, so he finally felt reluctant:

"Jin'er, you can call me whatever you want, but don't forget that I am not your real father, I am just your master."

This girl... Could it be that she has been treating me as her father since she was a child?

She is different from Min Xin Yuan Xia. She was younger when she was adopted, and came from a single-parent family. She lived in a mortal village and suffered from exclusion. Perhaps that was why she longed for fatherly love.

For example, Minxin grew up alone in the mountains, kept to himself, lacked social contact, and had no concept of the word "parents".

Yuan Xia grew up in the love of his parents and was mentally sound, so it was impossible for him to "take a thief as his father."

“Why emphasize this?”

Seeing that Jiang He seemed fine, Feng Susu finally let go of her worries.

She asked in confusion:

"You are definitely not Jin'er's real father. Jin'er is not a child, so how could she have made a mistake? And, even if he is her real father, so what? If you say that, Jin'er might be sad."

Jiang He shook his head: "No, we still need to make it clear what needs to be said. Jin'er is different from other children..."

In fact, Jiang He didn't know why he emphasized it.

He inexplicably recalled the words "The kindness is endless, and the care is endless."

He had never heard anyone say that before. Was it an illusion caused by a severe headache?

Jiang He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he knew that the voice calling him was "Daddy".

But he never had a daughter, either in his past life or in this life.

"Mother——"

After Jin'er called Jiang He, she raised her delicate little face and called him softly.

Although her face was expressionless and her tone was emotionless, it still made Feng Susu burst into tears:

"Woooooooo..."

Is this girl really so moved?

Jiang He laughed, but suddenly remembered the head that rolled to his feet in the scene that seemed like an illusion just now.

It was a woman's head. Although her face was covered in blood and her eyeballs had been dug out, leaving dark eye sockets, one could still get a glimpse of her charm just from her incomplete facial features and face shape.

He felt a sudden palpitation of heart and an indescribable sorrow.

"boom!"

At this moment, a loud bang exploded in the sky.

The ground was shaking constantly, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was being snatched away almost madly, and the wind was blowing wildly, blowing the robes and making a loud noise.

"Zheng——"

A huge amount of spiritual energy gathered into a violent cloud, and a sharp sword sound suddenly rang out!

"Witch, I wonder if you can take this sword?" A man chuckled jokingly.

This voice... is Xiao An!

Jiang He's pupils shrank and he looked up. Sure enough, the person was Xiao An, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Xiao An was dressed in a white robe and looked extraordinary. He was graceful and elegant, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He had a frivolous look and a cynical smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was an immortal who had descended to the earth, wandering in the mortal world.

In terms of appearance, Xiao An was undoubtedly excellent, which attracted the confused young lady in Beijing to stare at him and exclaim in surprise with her hands covering her mouth.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the magic sword he carries on his back.

The hilt of the sword was trembling, and it was about to fly out of the scabbard. Before it was unsheathed, the sound of argument resounded throughout the world!

"Oh, as the chief of Xuanying, you are willing to be a dog under the skirt of a woman."

Facing Xiao An's terrifying momentum, the charming and seductive woman in a red dress didn't take it seriously and said sarcastically,

"You are now also a member of the Divine Sense Sect, how dare you attack me?"

There are many monks with extraordinary vision in Shangjing.

Someone exclaimed, "Xiao An, are you going to kill the Yin Yang Saint to pave the way for Jiang Yuanxia?"

This woman is Han Anmeng, the Holy Son of Yin and Yang Palace!

Not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang He frowned. It seemed that Han Anmeng had just glanced at him. The corners of her lips, which were raised when facing Xiao An, immediately sank after seeing him.

Does this woman know herself?

Jiang He's alarm bells rang as he thought about the problems with his body. Could it be that this Yin-Yang Saint, who was good at dual cultivation, was the culprit?

Xiao An closed his eyes and remained silent. He put away his cynical smile and looked solemn.

"Zheng!"

In an instant, the magic sword was unsheathed, and the dazzling sword light suppressed the blazing sun's light, making people's eyes see a vast expanse of white, and it slashed towards Han Anmeng with unstoppable force.

The power of the divine sword is unstoppable!

Even if Xiao An did not do it on purpose, the moment the magic sword was unsheathed, it exuded a tremendous sword intent.

The huge capital city is engulfed by the sword!

For a moment, blood splattered all over the city. Whether it was cultivators or mortals, they were all attacked indiscriminately by this monstrous sword intent.

"rub!"

Some Qi-cultivating practitioners who were watching the fun were caught off guard and were cut into pieces by the sword energy, with blood splattering everywhere.

"Run! The legend is actually true!"

There have long been rumors in the world of cultivation that the Xuanying Immortal Sect's magic sword is the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and it regards all living beings as worthless. No matter whether you are a human or a demon, a friend or an enemy, once the magic sword is unsheathed, it will kill everyone indiscriminately!

But this rumor is too absurd and hard to believe.

If this is the case, if the sword master wields the magic sword, won’t he kill his relatives and siblings?

"Dad! Mom!"

A young child cried out in sorrow.

Chapter 333 (6k) Don’t let your mother find out (1)

Human life is as insignificant as grass, and the sword energy is vast and boundless.

Countless people looked up at the sky at the same time.

This seemed to be an ordinary afternoon.

Peddlers and hawkers are hawking their wares along the streets; a family of three are strolling around the city hand in hand.

A young lady from a certain family, gently opened the embroidered window, and looked at the young man standing solemnly with a sword in his hand, with a yearning in her heart...

There are also some cultivators who think themselves extraordinary, riding exotic beasts and rare birds, rushing to the immortal gatherings in a hurry, full of high spirits.

The next moment, the scroll depicting the prosperous scene of Shangjing suddenly broke.

“Zheng—Zheng Zheng Zheng!”

The magic sword was suddenly unsheathed, accompanied by the crazy and disordered sound of the sword, and the sword energy surged like waves, whistling and sweeping over, instantly submerging the entire capital of the Great Qi State!