"Master?"

Before Wu Qiufang came back to his senses, the disciple surnamed Zhang hurriedly shouted, looking at that face, he was quite frightened.

"This son is born through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, although the mana is weak, but the essence is abnormal, this qualification is rare to see in a hundred years."

The Taoist chief of Tsing Yi exclaimed, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Just him?" The disciple surnamed Zhang glanced at Qiu Fang incredulously, and the person who had just been regarded as a mustard by himself couldn't help but be shocked when he received such high praise from his master at this moment.

"Qi'er, for the teacher, this is a treasure." The change in the attitude of the Taoist in Tsing Yi made Qiu Fang smack his tongue a little. In the past, in the mountains, Yan Qingyun read the scriptures in addition to teaching him to practice, and his praise and words have always been stingy with words.

The only time was when Qiu Fang followed Yan Qingyun's appearance, using his fingers as a medium and the sky as paper, and drew a talisman in the air. Yan Qingyun's deep and clear eyes seemed to have a light flickering, and he was dumbfounded for a long time before he squeezed out the word "good" from his throat, and that strange look made Wu Qiufang feel that the master was also making too much fuss.

At that time, how did the young man know that not everyone knew how to draw talismans out of thin air, and he also said that he was slow to learn, which made the master look forward to it for a long time, and finally got his long-cherished wish, so he was so excited.

"Congratulations, uncle." The apricot woman on the side smiled and flattered her from her memories. She is different from the male disciple named Zhang Qi, she is a lot more broad-minded, and she has more kindness and gentleness in her apricot eyes.

"Yunzhu, now your master has to take a look at me." As soon as the Taoist in Tsing Yi became happy, he didn't hold it like before, and he didn't care about the arrogant shelf of his older generation, and said such disproportionate words, which made the woman named Zhao Yunzhu embarrassed.

Seeing that the master was so excited, Zhang Qi didn't dare to say anything, but his dissatisfaction was undisguised on his face.

Fortunately, even if Wu Qiufang entered the door of Zhenghou Mountain, he had to call himself a senior brother, and then come and talk to him. He was thinking so much in his heart, and he couldn't help but snort softly.

The chubby disciple standing at the back of the crowd had never spoken before, but now he also stepped forward and said respectfully, "Congratulations, Senior Uncle." ”

The Taoist of Tsing Yi stroked his long hair, and then turned his head to Wu Qiufang and said, "You betrayed the East Pole Gate, and there is no place to stand in this vast world. At the beginning, Xuan Mingzi betrayed the Hou Mountain, and it has been a hundred years since then, you might as well do the opposite, and the Hou can give you shelter, not to mention, the sword path you want to cultivate, you can also cultivate. ”

This is a clever way to beat a stick and give a sweet jujube, and the Taoist chief in Tsing Yi just wants to trick Qiufang into taking a bite to take it, but don't let the duck in front of him fly.

For more than ten years, the cultivation of the sword has been meager, and the realm of the Tao has always stagnated at the bottom of the third type of people, and the realm and position have been tired of each other at the end.

This time he was sent out by the sect master on a business trip, also because the old department of the eighth prince was not the primary object of the sect's bets, and the other elders did not want to offend the power of the human monarch and the queen of the yuan, so it was his turn to go on a journey, not to mention how aggrieved he was. And along the way, there was a lot of wind and dust, and when I entered Los Angeles, I didn't see anyone sent by the Mo Sect to greet him, and the dissatisfaction was already full of heart.

Who can know, God actually sent him a big gift when he was about to enter the city, this defected young man's bones are one out of ten million, he doesn't know the way, but he has been working in the way of the sword for decades, this hand to the head of the Qiu Fang, you know that the Qiu Fang is not only good in the bones, but also a good seedling for practicing the way of the sword.

In the palace, there are people whose mothers are more valuable than their children. On Zhenghou Mountain, you can also rely on apprentices, if you train carefully, Qiu Fang will shine in the future, and he, the master's seat in the hall, will have to move forward.

After listening to the words of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, Wu Qiufang still hesitated, and sighed in his heart: "Uncle Ten is really scheming, every step of this Taoist is actually within his plan. ”

Seeing that Wu Qiufang was still silent, the Taoist of Tsing Yi only said that he was still hesitating, and eagerly pulled up the young man's arm and said: "Boy, you also saw it just now, the people of Dongji Gate were killed by me in just a few moves. ”

Different from the cold words just now, the Taoist of Tsing Yi spoke a lot at the moment, as if he was afraid that Wu Qiufang would stand up and run.

The young man was secretly unhappy in his heart: "If it weren't for the Tenth Senior Uncle who cheated and left, how could you still have the right to speak now." What's more, he obviously wanted to take my life at first. Thinking of this, Qiu Fang even wanted to show a sneer.

But he thought about it, and according to the plan of the uncles, this teacher has to worship if he doesn't, and he has to worship if he doesn't, so he didn't dare to turn his face, settled down, and was ready to accept it.

Wu Qiufang was about to speak, but Zhang Qi beside him preemptively said: "Master, I see that this kid looks stupid, and he can't say a word for a long time, I'm afraid it's not that his brain is not very good, even if he has good bones, I'm afraid it will be difficult to practice an inch." ”

Who knew that the Taoist in Tsing Yi didn't pay attention to his words at all, and at this moment, a pair of eyes looked at Qiufang with bright eyes, full of anticipation. provoked honest people like Qiu Fang to want to play him again.

Although he has seen too many He Wangshu's gags, Qiu Fang naturally does not have the kung fu to control the heat, and he is afraid that the boat will capsize in the gutter, so after a little groaning, he slowly said: "Please teacher..."

Just as he was about to say "Master", he paused again, after all, over the years, he had only called Yan Qingyun alone with the word Master, and at this moment, if he wanted to call others like this, he couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart. Even for the sake of the future of Dongjimen, his stubborn temper is unwilling to recognize the thief as his father.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi clearly saw him speak, but his voice stopped abruptly, and he was in a hurry, so he put the long sword to the side, and leaned forward a little more and said, "I know that you are having a hard time speaking at the moment, you just nod or shake your head." ”

Seeing that the Taoist in Tsing Yi had inadvertently put steps on his own, Wu Qiufang was naturally willing to get off the donkey, so he nodded slowly.

"Good, good!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, so he applauded repeatedly, took out a pill from his arms, put it into Qiu Fang's mouth, and sighed again, "This is the healing elixir in the door, you take it first." ”

Looking at this appearance, if Wu Qiufang shook his head, he was afraid that he would be in a different place on the spot, let alone taste a healing pill from Zhenghou Mountain.

"Uncle Shi, you are so excited, you haven't even introduced it yet."

Zhao Yunzhu was still delicate, and noticed that the Taoist chief of Tsing Yi neither introduced himself, nor asked Wu Qiufang's name.

However, with Wu Qiufang's nod, the Taoist gradually faded away from his previous impatience, cleared his throat, and sighed: "Master Yunzhu's nephew reminded me." ”

After speaking, he looked at Wu Qiufang again and said: "Apprentice, one of the thirty-six mountain protection elders of Zhenghou Mountain as a teacher, the Taoist name is Luxu Daoist, and I don't know who the apprentice's surname is?"

Qiu Fang frowned slightly, but no one noticed it through the bloodstained cover. He thought slightly, simply didn't do anything, opened his mouth, and exhaled a breath of air: "My name..."

As soon as the two words came out, he made a look that was difficult to say.

Seeing that he was angry, Lu Xu Daoist hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Rest for the time being." We'll talk about it after healing the injury. ”

Although the matter of apprenticeship is within He Wangshu's calculations, what everyone in Dongjimen never expected is that Luxu Daoist is a long-term drought and nectar, and among the few disciples under him, Zhang Qi alone has some ability, and he can touch the height of the middle position of the fourth type of people at the age of his early twenties. Although the others practiced hard, they had only just entered the threshold of the fourth type of people, and compared to mere mortals, they were not much better.

And now that he meets a talented disciple like Wu Qiufang, it is naturally courteous.

It's just that if He Wangshu knows about this matter, I'm afraid that he will have to take a sip, scolding this chief is too snobbish, obviously he didn't plan to leave a way for Wu Qiufang to live when he first made a move, if he wasn't alert, I'm afraid Wu Qiufang would have to die before he left the school.

Qiu Fang nodded, and didn't say more, just lay down on the ground, anyway, looking at this appearance, he was at least safe for life, and he might be offered up like an old ancestor.

At this moment, the young man realized for the first time why He Wangshu was always keen to do some ridiculous and funny things.

"Qi'er, quickly carry your junior brother on your back, he must recuperate well these days, if there is a slight mistake." The words of the Luxu Taoist were not finished, and some words were more powerful than finished.

"The disciple knows." Zhang Qi forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, walked towards Wu Qiufang, and turned his back to Lu Xu Daoren to help the young man up, but that look made the young man look in his eyes and afraid in his heart.

How can this have the appearance of a brother and a brother, Zhang Qi gritted his teeth, I am afraid that he can't wait to eat him alive.

Along the way, there were Luxu Dao people pressing the formation, although Zhang Qi's face was gloomy, but he didn't dare to make a mistake.

This Mozong is also said to be a distinguished guest, and if you don't go out of the city to greet you, forget it, and when you enter Los Angeles, you only send a bone demon envoy to guide you.

Entering the city, there are not many people, no less, the autumn boat is prostrate on Zhang Qi's back, this so-called senior brother is tall, and his right shoulder is even broader, and it seems that he is usually diligent in practicing swords.

Qiu Fang raised his eyes again, and saw from a distance that the bone demon envoy with a black hood was leading two black-robed disciples waiting on the avenue after entering the city. Although he had changed his face with the shapeshifter, he still unconsciously shrank his head back.

"Master, this Mo Sect actually came to greet us with such a person who is not a ghost or a ghost, I really don't take Zhenghou Mountain seriously." Zhang Qi has been practicing martial arts for a long time, his body is strong, and he is not in a hurry to speak with Wu Qiufang on his back.

"Hmph, after catching the rest of the Eighth Prince, I thought I could be on an equal footing with Zhenghou Mountain." Lu Xu Dao people disdainfully said.

"The remnants of the Eight Princes..."Zhang Qi saw that the Bone Demon Envoy was also coming towards them, and the words fell here, so as not to be heard by the other party.

After all, cultivators have deaf ears and clear eyes, and even if they have a very small voice, if they are not protected by mana, they are easy to leak.

"Friends of Luxu Dao, I am fortunate to be happy."

The Bone Demon Envoy ushered in, still greeting with that rough voice, his face was wrinkled, and he couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

Qiu Fang frowned slightly when he saw Zhao Yunzhu on the side, presumably a little uncomfortable with the voice of this bone demon envoy.

"Your Excellency?" Lu Xu Daoist tried his best to show a smile, after all, there should not be many people in the world who can smile heartily at the face of the Bone Demon.

"In the Bone Demon Envoy of the Lower Ink Sect, the sect master is entangled in mundane affairs, and he can't come to greet Daoyou and his party, please forgive me."

There was a smirk on the face of the Lu Xu Dao people, after all, in the cultivation realm, in terms of seniority, it was natural that Hou Shan's qualifications could be ranked in the top three, not to mention the sect master who had stepped into the threshold of the first type of people in half a step, with the foundation of the three great elders of the second type of people, the thirty-six mountain protection elders and the seventy-two deacon elders, they could also make the cultivation world tremble.

Where can this be neglected by the Mo Sect.

But the Mozong clearly didn't take them into account today, just because he was the last among the elders of the mountain guard, and only sent an elder-level figure to greet them, which was really a bit too deceitful.

Although I thought about it like this in my heart, I couldn't tear my face after all, and Lu Xu Daoist said quietly: "The Mo sect family has a great cause, and the Feng sect master is naturally busy, but we are bothering, please Haihan." ”

When the bone demon envoy heard this, he was about to open his mouth, but he saw an injured young man paralyzed on Zhang Qi's back, and his face changed slightly: "Fellow Daoist, what is this?" ”