Shen Yueli found an empty room in Fangli Garden and meditated directly, completely unaware of what was going on outside. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, she was sitting there motionless like a stone statue, hugging Yuan Shouyi.

The Gathering Spirit Bead in her arms exuded a radiant glow, and while quickly absorbing the aura in the air, she sent the aura to Shen Yueli's body for her to absorb.

With the help of the Gathering Spirit Beads, Shen Yueli absorbed the aura more than three times faster than before.

At this moment, a thin layer of aura lingered around her body, which made Shen Yueli feel comfortable, and the pores of her whole body were opened.

The three techniques of Xuantian Jue, Burning Heaven Jue, and Aoki Jue were running in Shen Yueli's mind repeatedly, which made the aura absorbed into the body accumulate towards the dantian even more quickly.

Spring went to autumn, and Shen Yueli stayed alone in Fangli Garden to meditate and cultivate.

In the first year, Fangli Garden was as quiet as ever, and the people on Rongyuan Peak should do something every day, and they still did their own thing.

During this period, several direct disciples under the seat of Mingkong Dao Monarch returned from training one after another, and when they learned that their master had accepted another little junior sister, the idea of leaving again was discarded.

Everyone stayed in Rongyuan Peak, just waiting for Shen Yueli to come out of retreat and be able to take a look at their new junior sister.

They waited like this, and at the beginning, Mingkong Daojun didn't take it to heart, and only secretly praised the disciples he taught were really affectionate and righteous.

But in the second year, Mingkong Daojun couldn't stand it anymore, and he just wanted to drive them all down the mountain.

Because these bastards don't take him seriously, they just make the whole Rong Yuanfeng jump, and they also provoke him to other places.

At this moment, Mingkong Daojun was sitting on top of the Rongyuan Palace, completely lacking the momentum of entertaining Shen Yueli that day, but instead asked Chun Tao to rub his temples with a dish.

It's not that he has a headache, it's that he really doesn't want to look at the few people standing under the hall.

"Master, you are talking, if you don't talk anymore, I will have to leave."

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, a young man in the main hall who was wearing a white sect robe, looked only twenty-three or four-year-old, and looked very chic and handsome, holding a paper fan in one hand and shaking it, looking at Mingkong Daojun boredly.

His dissatisfaction and impatience could be heard in his voice.

"Master? Where do you put me as a master in your eyes, if you really put me in your eyes, can you go and cause so many troubles for me to come back? ”

Mingkong Daojun was angry, Liu Yifeng obviously knew that he was angry, and dared to hit the muzzle, Mingkong Daojun's face became even darker, he opened his eyes and sat up, pointing at Liu Yifeng and said angrily.

A young white and tender face was full of crimson.

"It's not my will to cause trouble, it's just that those individuals didn't take our Rong Yuanfeng in their eyes at all, and they dared to fight our Rong Yuanfeng's idea, if I don't teach them some lessons, wouldn't I be sorry for the prestige of our Rong Yuanfeng?"

Liu Yifeng fanned the paper fan in his hand, not taking his master's anger in his eyes at all, and retorted confidently, his face was full of disdain when he spoke.

"You ......" Mingkong Daojun was so angry that his brows furrowed, and he pointed at Liu Yifeng and said more and more angrily: "You beat people at the foot of our Rongyuan Peak Mountain, even if you beat people, why do you still run to the top of other people's mountains to beat people?" Although that person was just a small Jindan stage cultivator, he still had some weight in Xuantian Sect. As a disciple, you just hit people like this, where do you put my face? ”

Now that the news of his own apprentices running to other people's mountains to beat people has spread throughout the entire Xuantian Sect, just now the old bald donkey of Ming Qi Daojun's good deeds also sent a message to ridicule him for having no way to teach his disciples.

After hearing Ming Qi Daojun's words, and comparing the apprentices of the two, Ming Kong Daojun was so angry that his teeth itched.

I really hate iron and don't make steel!

"Master, that Zhao Li was not injured by the third junior brother, but by me."

After scolding, Mingkong Daojun saw that his third apprentice was silent, and he still looked like he was being taught. For this reason, Mingkong Daojun was proud that he could finally clean up this little cub, but he didn't wait for a moment of pride.

Standing next to Liu Yifeng, a female disciple with a slender figure and an unusually delicate appearance opened her mouth and took the words.

When she took the words, her voice was half coquettish and incomprehensible, and she blinked a pair of big eyes that looked at Mingkong Daojun.

As soon as she said this, Mingkong Daojun's smiling face suddenly froze, and then she heard a continuous fluttering sound from under the main hall.

Without looking, Mingkong Daojun knew that this laughter was coming from his few uncompetitive apprentices.

After hearing this, Mingkong Daojun's face turned even darker, and he was so angry that he almost didn't spill a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

"Master, that Zhao Li is so annoying, after Xiao Fengzi and Xiao Liangzi and I caught the disciple who was inquiring about the news under our peak, we went to Tiangang Peak to question. But who knows, that Zhao Lisheng didn't admit it, saying that our Rong Yuanfeng is a bully, and scolded you for being an old thing, and you ......"

"What is it?"

When Mingkong Daojun heard this, he looked at the embarrassed expression of his second disciple, and knew in his heart that Zhao Li definitely didn't say anything good about him.

Immediately blowing his beard and glaring, he asked eagerly, this second disciple.

Hearing his master's eager question, He Lijiao, who lowered her head, smiled lightly on her good-looking face.

Not in a hurry to reply to her master's words, He Lijiao raised her head, raised her eyebrows, and glanced at Mu Jiahe, who was standing on the other side, and was about to answer, when a clear and beautiful voice like a yellow bird interrupted her words.

"He said that Master is disrespectful to the old man at such an age with a baby face."

Mu Jiahe stood honestly beside He Lijiao, and when he received the eyes from the second senior sister, Mu Jiahe boldly took a step forward, looked at Mingkong Daojun with an angry face and said.

"Did he really say that?" After Mingkong Daojun heard the words of his well-behaved and incomparably cute little apprentice, he asked calmly.

"Master, you don't believe me?"

Mu Jiahe didn't answer Mingkong Daojun's words at all, but after hearing Mingkong Daojun's words, a trace of sadness appeared on his delicate face, and he asked rhetorically, as if he could cry in the next second.

"Believe, believe, no one believes in the teacher, can I still not believe you? Behave, behave, my little ancestor, you must not cry? If you cry, your teacher will be even more upset than you. ”

After listening to his little apprentice's words just now, Mingkong Daojun was so angry that he almost couldn't help but lift this Rongyuan Hall for a while, but now he was about to cry when he looked at his good little apprentice.

Mingkong Daojun swept away the anger on his face, quickly got up, and came to Mu Jiahe's side in the blink of an eye, coaxing like a child.

There was no dislike for the disciples just now. (To be continued.) )