Fang Zhe had resisted Jiang Su's slaughter, and he could control this knife without even pinching it.

He stared blankly at the slaughter against his abdomen, raised his hand to take it, and raised his eyes to stare at Jiang Su in a daze, not knowing what was hidden in his deep pupils.

Jiang Su had long been accustomed to looking at this person dryly, and at this time, he felt in his heart and took a few steps forward.

Fang Zhe turned around at the right time and squatted down with his back to the girl, but apparently he had forgotten that he was still carrying a little cub behind him.

Jiang Su snorted lightly and sneered, "You really don't have anything in your brain, right, you have something on your back, take me with you." ”

Fang folded silently, slightly bowed his head. got up and grabbed Jiang Su's back collar, and picked her up and clamped her under her arm like a chick.

“……”

Didn't you carry it, why did you change to this position again!!

Am I his purse???

Jiang Su pouted, almost gritted his teeth and said, "The second mountain peak on the right!" ”

Crotch bones!!

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"Yiyi, how is the sect big than you prepared this time?"

A gray-haired elder sits in a bamboo pavilion in a white robe, with hot tea and a few plates of preserved fruit on the table.

"Back to the head of the house, Yiyi has never slacked off, and today is on the occasion of the successful breakthrough of Jindan, and strive to be promoted before the big competition of the sect, and he will not fall into the hope of the head of the family."

Dong Yiyi stood at the table, bowed his hand, and replied humbly.

The Mengling stone pot poured hot tea into the empty pot opposite and pushed it back into its original position.

"Yiyi, you don't have to be so restrained, you and I are just going to have an apprenticeship banquet now, No, give me this tea, and three more kowtows will be over."

The gray-haired man has a kind face, and every fold on his skin is delicately grown in the position where it should be, especially the corners of the eyes and cheeks, and the folds are curved upward.

Dong Yiyi still insisted on bowing and raised his head.

Seeing her stubborn appearance, Meng Lingshi took the trouble to explain: "Eh, haven't I said it many times." ”

"The apprenticeship banquet will be held after the last one of the sect's big competition, so that we can get the most worship! There are many people who want to see the great competition of our Shifang Gate, and when the time comes, get a guest seat, take advantage of the large number of people, collect the spirit stones of the big competition, and then accept the spirit stones of the apprenticeship banquet between you and me. ”

"I can get a lot of money from the famous masters in the cultivation realm! You can't figure it out. ”

Meng Lingshi looked unaccustomed to seeing this little apprentice's uncompetitive appearance, shook his head, and took a piece from the neat three small plates of preserved fruits on the table and put it in his mouth.

Dong Yiyi was silent, still unable to salute.

"Eh, I really obeyed your temper, no wonder many elders wanted to accept you as an apprentice before and you politely refused. It's also thanks to you that you're too good at dealing with people, otherwise even if it's Jian Feng, it's not easy to mix. ”

He sighed again, and persuaded bitterly:

"It's not good to earn more spirit stones, you see how Shifang Gate doesn't need money, you have been busy with a lot of things in Sword Peak on behalf of your Uncle Liu recently, and you should also know the source and flow of spirit stones in our sect, it is very miscellaneous, one more spirit stone is a spirit stone, it is hard for you to show your face in front of two generations of monks."

After Meng Lingshi said this, he stuffed several pieces of preserved fruit into his mouth, chewing something in his mouth before he could stop for a moment without saying a word.

The head of Shifangmen really talks a lot.

Dong Yiyi spoke at the right time: "Yiyi thinks that the head of the family is the teacher in my heart, so I hope to perform a complete apprenticeship ceremony at the apprenticeship banquet, instead of hastily doing things in this bamboo pavilion." ”

If she listens to Meng Lingshi's words and apprentices first, she will first comprehend the master's determination to practice the first line, and her cultivation will inevitably be greatly improved, and she will also be able to shine in the sect competition.

But listening to his words, it will attract the monks of the four regions to stare at her Dong Yiyi alone, Mu Xiu is in the forest and the wind will destroy it, and her Tao cannot be publicized.

But the head insisted on apprenticeship first, win face, attract people from the four domains, and earn a big Biling stone.

The head of the sect really cares about the spirit stone reserves in the sect!

After Meng Lingshi swallowed a few pieces of preserved fruit in his mouth, he took the hot tea that was cooled on the opposite side and drank it clean.

His brows were furrowed and uncomfortable, he couldn't understand why Dong Yiyi, a good seedling who managed the sect and did not fall into cultivation, was not greedy for spirit stones and did not like to show off?

Aren't all sword cultivators lacking spirit stones? If you don't show off with other sects when you cultivate to the point, how can you deter them?

He couldn't help but be silent, thinking about it and planning to understand it with reason and emotion, so he immediately spoke again: "Yiyi, in that case, let me ask you some questions." ”

"Do you know the purpose of the spirit stones of our Shifang Gate?"

Dong Yiyi has indeed been unconscious because of Liu Yunqing in recent days, and helping Liu Wenqiu take care of Jianfeng knows a lot of sect matters, which can be regarded as understanding.

Only then did the woman in white stand upright, her eyes made contact with the kind elder, and replied respectfully: "The repair of the seven peaks and fifteen halls of the sect, the relief of the disaster area in the southern region, the daily cultivation supply of disciples, and the distribution of monthly ...... for the elder peak master and some disciples."

Dong Yiyi's words are clear and coherent, his voice is sonorous and powerful, soft and rigid, yin and yang, which is a standard sword cultivation temperament.

Meng Lingshi asked again: "Then is your monthly income enough?" ”

The next moment, Dong Yiyi's muscular memory as a sword cultivator's mouth was excited, and his mouth couldn't stop telling the truth: "It's not enough." ”

“……”

There was silence in the bamboo pavilion.

Meng Lingshi gave this silent and autistic little apprentice a new level, he slapped the table and decided: "It's better to be like this, you wear a mask to participate in the sect competition and the apprenticeship banquet, so that even if you are famous, they won't know you, and they don't know which one is Dong Yiyi." ”

In this way, it is equivalent to Dong Yiyi being famous, what does it have to do with her white-clothed little sword cultivation?

Dong Yiyi was willing to lose the battle at this time, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Dong Yiyi wants to worship the head of the family as a teacher, be a disciple of the head of the family, and take the responsibility of the head of the family. ”

With the last word of the girl in white, a violent wind blew out a fire in the corner of the courtyard.

"Hahaha, good, good! I, Meng Lingshi, have three apprentices since then, hahahaha. ”

"Plop—"

Dong Yiyi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times at Meng Lingshi. Dust from the ground smeared her sideburns, and grit was faintly imprinted on her forehead.

She got up again and poured a cup of hot tea, held the teacup in her hand, and silently recited the cold ice.

Hot tea melts and cools.

The woman in white stepped forward and knelt down again to serve tea to the gray-haired elder.

Meng Lingshi smiled and took the cup of tea he had been waiting for all afternoon, raised his head and drank it all, not even tasting the taste of the tea at all.

He slapped a wisp of his divine sense on the card in the master's hand, and handed it to Dong Yiyi along with a white storage bag.

Dong Yiyi's expression was calm, and his heart was even more like water, and he received the gift from the master with both hands.

"What's your name after that?"

"Back to Master, disciple Yunzi, Dong Yunyi."

(End of chapter)