Chapter 118: Master Venerable 1
Immortal Imperial Sect, Ziyan Peak, Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
A beautiful and delicate girl knelt on the ground, her face full of grievances, which made the already euphemistic girl a little more feminine.
"Master, Third Senior Brother, he didn't deliberately hurt Senior Brother Lan Yin, it was Senior Brother Lan Yin who spoke out first, and asked Master not to punish him."
As soon as the girl's words fell, the young man who knelt next to the girl immediately spoke: "One person does things and one person does it." It's Lan Yin that I beat, it's not about the little sister, if you want to punish me, just punish me. ”
The young man also has a dusty face, but between his eyebrows and eyes, there is a little more anger, which makes people feel unruly when they look at it.
"Third Senior Brother, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have beaten him. It's all my fault. ”
As she spoke, the girl began to cry so loudly that the pear blossoms brought rain, and I felt pity.
This cry, the two teenagers who were standing aside to watch the show finally couldn't stand anymore.
They knelt down beside the girl at the same time and looked at the man who was sitting cross-legged on the throne.
The man was dressed in white and had an ethereal posture, which led to reverie, but her face seemed to be wearing a white mask, which made people not be allowed to spy on her face.
She just sat there, and she had a kind of arrogance that was above all living beings, a detached and indifferent temperament that rejected people thousands of miles away, and was so cold that it made people feel intimidating.
It's just that the two teenagers are used to it.
Although their master is severe, he has always rewarded and punished clearly.
"Master, this matter was originally Lan Yin's fault, he relied on his identity as the first disciple of Sword Peak, and he has always coveted his junior sister. Just now, he even humiliated his junior sister with words, even if he wants to be punished, he should be punished. ”
"Yes. Master, I have seen this too. It's Lan Yin's fault. ”
"Master......"
"Master......"
However, after everyone talked for a long time, the man sitting there was still unmoved.
Of course, it can also be described as confused.
As soon as Su Ling crossed over, he was tired of being noisy by the sound of chirping.
And what these people are talking about, she is completely confused.
Who is right and who is wrong, she knows.
So she simply took a look at the original owner's memories first.
After reading the memory, she felt that she was awesome.
She turned out to be an immortal cultivator.
And she is also an immortal cultivator with strong qualifications, strong strength, strong power, and strong background, she finally doesn't have to live that kind of aggrieved little life.
It is said that she is also the illegitimate son of the suzerain.
Since childhood, he was brought back by the sect master.
And because of her talent, she has become a strong person in the Mahayana period in just a hundred years.
There is also its own immortal peak and cave blessed land.
After having Xianfeng, it means that she must accept apprentices.
So she accepted four apprentices in this collection.
Speaking of the four of them, the name is also very simple.
Lan Yi, Lan Yi, Lan Yan, and Lan Shi are one, two, three, and four respectively, which shows that the original owner doesn't care about them.
The original owner is only interested in cultivating immortals, and as for the apprentices, they have always been in a free-range state.
Just give some exercises and elixirs and let them practice by themselves.
As long as you don't bother her, love what's wrong.
Fortunately, these apprentices are quite safe, and the only thorn is the Lan Yan who is kneeling there with unhappiness written all over his face.
But as long as they dare to make mistakes, waiting for them is definitely the most severe punishment.
So every time they accidentally break the rules, they will run to admit their mistakes beforehand.
Just like it is now.
Su Ling had a headache and held his forehead, but he didn't want to touch a mask as thin as a cicada's wings.