The snow blowing at the West Gate was like a rainbow, but the catastrophe did not end here, and it still fell in an orderly manner.

The seventh wave, the eighth wave.

When the seventh wave of karmic fire came, Canghong and Gong Qingchen had to retreat a distance of dozens of zhang again, so that they could safely bear the power of the superposition of karmic fire.

At this time, under the deliberate indulgence of Ximen Blowing Snow, this flame has increased to a terrifying situation like a flood beast, and even the reincarnation true immortals have changed their complexions, closed their eyes, and said nothing.

In order to suppress the state of mind and calm this karmic fire, everyone is fighting for twelve points, but at the same time, the benefits they get and the experience they have accumulated are also directly proportional.

Only the sorrow is mixed, under such a close view of the tribulation and the power of the heavenly tribulation karmic fire, while cultivating the Dao method, he supports Dong Fangmiao, and his own comprehension is also improving, and the control of this hell fire is also more handy.

Correspondingly, he was distracted at the moment, and at the same time he used several powerful Dao methods, and the consumption of himself was amazing, even he felt a little struggling at this time, sweating profusely, physically and mentally exhausted, but he also tried his best to suppress the breath fluctuations on his body, so as not to let the Heavenly Dao give birth to induction and descend the heavenly calamity.

Suddenly, a soft and cold jade hand, holding a plain white silk handkerchief, with a hint of fragrance, stretched out.

The movements were gentle, cautious, carefully wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, through the silk brocade, the jade fingers stroked his forehead, as if to smooth his frowning brow.

"Hmm, what are you doing?!"

Stunned, he opened his eyes and asked subconsciously.

"Ahh

Dong Fangmiao covered her mouth and exclaimed, she didn't seem to expect that she would open her eyes and suddenly speak, holding the silk jade hand stiffly, and her delicate face was already shining like fire, red and hot.

Under the gaze of sorrow and inquiry, Dong Fangmiao finally calmed down, forced herself to calm down, and said: "I see that the master is working very hard to take care of me, and the disciple doesn't know what he can do for the master..... Wipe it down. ”

It seems that he is a little lacking in confidence, when he said this, Dong Fangmiao's voice became lower and lower, and when it came to the last sentence, he lowered his head, and said in a voice that was difficult for him to hear.

If it weren't for the fact that the strength of the two was not good, and the distance between the two was so close, it would be really difficult for him to hear what this girl was talking about, and he couldn't cry or laugh at the moment, thinking that she was moved by what happened just now, and apologized for the drag caused now, so he shook his head, didn't think much about it, and said with a smile:

"Dong Fangmiao, although you are my registered disciple, you have not passed on your mantle of Taoism, but whether you believe it or not, since you joined Xuantian Sect, I have never treated you as an outsider. What I said just now will never be perfunctory, the demonic bloodline in your body, as a teacher, will definitely find a way to help you resolve it in the future, and completely remove the hidden danger of demonization!"

"Well, the disciple believes in the master!"

Looking at the smiling sorrow in front of him blankly, through the sword finger to the void, feeling the strong power that poured into the body, flowing through the whole body to suppress the demonic blood, Dong Fangmiao was moved to tears, smiled, and nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, I don't know what I thought, Dong Fangmiao's face turned red, she lowered her head, and said a little shyly: "Master, I am also your disciple, can you not call me by my name in the future." ”

"Not by your name?"

He was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Do you want the teacher to give you a road name?"

I can't allow him to think too much, the Zhongtian world is a world that is infinitely close to the ancient history of the previous life, and the people here, even if the mortals know a little bit of elegance, they will give themselves a few nicknames, and they will also take names like the ancients.

Not to mention the people in the Immortal Dao, many of them have Dao names, honorific names, or change other names in order to break with the past, which is also commonplace.

At this time, Dong Fangmiao suddenly said something like this, and she thought that she had feelings for Xuantian Sect, so she wanted a Taoist name given by her master.

“..................”

The latter was speechless, and after a period of silence, he finally mustered up the courage to raise his head, blushed a little, and shook his head: "No, the disciple thinks that Master, you call me by my full name, which seems a little raw, and I also want to change my name like my brothers and sisters, so that it will be closer." ”

was stunned for a while, but this time he was a little speechless, and he couldn't figure out what this girl was thinking about at all, could it be that the demon blood in his body was restless, and his IQ had also declined?

You are a real person, you have been cultivating for hundreds of years, and my experience in two lives combined, I am not as old as you, what kind of nickname do you want?!

Broken sorrow was full of black lines, looking at the snow blowing in the west gate that was still in the sky in the distance, and then looked at Dong Fangmiao, who was sitting opposite each other in front of him, looking forward to it, and shook his head, I really didn't know what to say.

"Did I ask anyone else to do anything else?" Broken frowned, as if talking to himself, not feeling partiality at all.

Dong Fangmiao nodded, as if she was a little aggrieved and envious, and said: "Master, you usually call Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister, they are all Xiaoyuan, Ling'er, Tong'er, and Jinyu, and they only have some raw points for their disciples, and they have always called me by name." ”

Hearing this, he also realized that it seemed that this was indeed the case, and his face was suddenly a little embarrassed, and he coughed dryly, and said, "Dong... Well, Fang Miao, you don't have to think about it, the teacher has no intimacy with you, if you really mind so, then the teacher will change his words in the future, but I don't know, what is called you, I will listen to you more. ”

Dong Fangmiao's face was happy, her heart was pounding, she pinched the silk handkerchief in her hand a little helplessly, and said softly: "Miao'er is my milk name, since I was a child, my mother has always called me that, if the master thinks it's okay, then he will call him a disciple from now on.... Miao'er. ”

"Miao'er?"

When I heard the name of the milk, I instinctively felt that something was wrong, especially when I heard Dong Fangmiao mention her mother Mrs. Yueyue, she unconsciously appeared in her mind the appearance of a peerless, graceful and luxurious woman, and her eyes couldn't help but show a touch of weirdness, and her heart was hot, but in an instant, she was already in the right position, ready to shake her head and refuse.

However, this wonderful sound made Dong Fangmiao already understand that the master agreed, and immediately replied with some shame, and directly blocked the latter's words that he wanted to shirk.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, and I don't know if after today, when Mrs. Yueyue heard her baby daughter's name called, she would think that she was taking advantage of her.

However, the one who is a teacher, the sect master, has his own straightforwardness, since the words have been said, it is difficult to collect the water, and he doesn't care what others think of him, and said with a smile at the moment:

"That being the case, then simply change your words together, call you Miao'er for the teacher, and then Miao'er will call me Master like Xiaoyuan and them in the future! Xuantian Sect cultivates freely, and there are endless fireworks in the world, but there is no need to abide by so many rules and regulations, and clear rules and precepts. ”

Hearing this, Dong Fangmiao's beautiful eyes blinked lightly, flashing with a touch of brilliance, and then she was overjoyed, nodded, and happily shouted Master, willingly, smiling like a flower, as if she had gotten some great bargain.

Seeing this, I was also a little worried, and I became closer to this Nizi, but I was no longer like at the beginning, just looking at the power of Tongtian Pavilion behind her, but really regarded her as my apprentice.

PS: 2200 words......... Recently, the number of words is a bit excessive, and the reading is charged according to 1,000 words, and no money will be charged for less than 3,000 yuan, is Jian Chen's welfare like this?

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In addition, about the tragedy, in fact, it's a little helpless, Jian Chen just wants to borrow the tragedy, improve the strength of the sect's elders and disciples as a whole, and solve some problems, in order not to be boring, I also wore some plots to write separately, the real scene about the catastrophe, in fact, I really didn't write much, maybe the writing was not enough, so you think I've been writing about the tragedy....

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