Sun Ye glanced at the blue-clothed master who was drinking tea, and then at the white-clothed master standing under the tree.

After looking back a few more times, Sun Ye understood.

"You monster, you dare to pretend to be a master. ”

Sun Ye roared angrily, his whole body exuding a violent aura, and he hit the white Bodhi Ancestor.

I don't know why there are monsters breaking in, and as a disciple, I have to guard the safety of the cave.

"Are you going to be discovered?"

The Bodhi ancestor in the main hall poured tea in one hand, pinched his fingers in the other hand and counted, and there were words in his mouth.

Sun Ye's fist smashed towards the White Bodhi Ancestor, his five fingers pinched fiercely, exuding bursts of aura.

"You are a criminal, you dare to beat Master. ”

The white Bodhi Ancestor snorted angrily, but he didn't have any weapons in his hands, and the sleeves of his white robe were wide.

"You monster, the changes are quite subtle, but fortunately, my Sun Ye is smart, otherwise you will take advantage of the loophole and eat my punch. ”

Before the words fell, the fist had arrived.

"You stupid apprentice, if you don't give you some power, you really don't know how good a teacher is. ”

The white Bodhi Ancestor waved his sleeves, and the wide sleeves rolled up Sun Ye steadily, and the cuffs seemed to suddenly become larger, more like they were infinitely attractive.

"You monster......" Before Sun Ye's words were finished, he was sucked into his sleeve and kept squirming in the sleeve.

"Let me out. Let me out. ”

Sun Ye's voice became muffled.

"Let you out, what do you think? Do you think that master, my master and mine are so easy to be bullied?"

The white Bodhi Ancestor flicked his sleeve Sun Ye with his hand, and his hands were behind his back. Walked to the door of the main hall.

"You're here. ”

The Bodhi Ancestor in the main hall did not raise his head, still staring at the teacup in front of him.

The curtains in the hall stayed quietly, and the hall was quiet, only the sound of tea.

The cyan Bodhi Ancestor said, "The shouting fellow Daoist is a little out of sight. ”

"yes, we're one after all. But look at what you're doing now......"

The white Bodhi Ancestor looked at it with some disgust: "Is this the life you want?"

"Yes and no, what can change now that things have come to this?"

"Well, too, people who are about to become saints, don't they have a little pursuit?"

"Pursuit, saint?" "Bodhi Ancestor raised his glass and looked at the tea in his hand, "Since you drove him down the mountain that day, I have not had any revenge or pursuit. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't drive him down the mountain, they did it. The white Bodhi Ancestor, with warm eyes, looked at the teacup in the hand of the cyan Bodhi, "Can I take a sip?"

"Get out. ”

The cyan Bodhi Ancestor waved his sleeves, and suddenly it was like a violent wind sweeping the entire hall, and the people who blew couldn't open their eyes, and the curtains in the depths of the hall were blown up, revealing the statues of the gods worshiped on the wall:

World.

The white Bodhi Ancestor was also swept away by the wind and flew out of the main hall, and he still said with words in his mouth, "Let me go out, let me go out, why do you make such a big fire?"

Sun Ye in his sleeve was also blown out of his sleeve by the hurricane, looking around blankly, the two masters beside him, not knowing which one was real and which one was fake.

"Why are you arguing again? They all said don't fight, don't fight. ”

A blue Bodhi ancestor came out of nowhere, "It's all said to be a family." ”

"Family, I don't know. ”

The black Bodhi Ancestor standing on the treetops said coldly.

"Why is it not a family, I think it is all a family. ”

From the back, the Bodhi Ancestor wearing red Bodhi clothes, with a smile on his eyebrows and feet, holding a puff fan in his hand, bare his chest, smiling, and walking out barefoot.

After a few brushes, all the Bodhi ancestors stood in a row, with 7 colors,

Red, cyan, purple, blue, black, white yellow.

The red master, holding a puff fan in his hand, was the most revealing in his clothes, his chest was exposed, and he didn't know whether it was cold or not.

The blue master tried to reconcile everyone's relationship, and seemed to be a peacemaker.

The black one was the most ruthless, standing aside without saying a word, with a thick sand killing intent in his eyes.

The white one was the youngest, with a sword in his hand, and no one helped him.

Purple is the most demonic.

Yellow. I don't see any characteristics, and I am wearing a Taoist robe. When he walked in front of Sun Ye, he carried the scent of elixir.

What's going on?

Sun Ye didn't know that the 7 missing people in front of him were his masters, if they were all of them, was it because his consciousness had fissioned?

"Silence gives me silence. The cyan Bodhi roared, his strength and momentum were faintly suppressed, and the scene finally quieted down.

"You do your job, you do your own thing, and you take the time to bring down new disciples. ”

"What a big deal I thought, okay, okay, I'm going to alchemy. The yellow Bodhi Ancestor pursed his lips, without any nostalgia, and walked away.

"I thought it was a big deal. "The red and blue hands each hold black and white, and it seems that they are playing against each other just now.

The black one didn't speak, just the diameter flew away.

Purple, squinting his eyes and looking at Song Sun Ye carefully, Sun Ye realized that there was a needle in his hand, I don't know what he was doing just now?

The cyan master returned to the main hall and began to boil, make, and drink tea, repetitive and boring work.

The remaining white missing one stood next to Sun Ye.

"That's how life is, it's kind of weird. ”

Sun Ye nodded.

The white master continued: "It's normal, we are all the same people, originally one, but after cultivating the fork, we were divided into seven people. Afraid that the disciples would see and misunderstand, he dismissed all the disciples. ”

"So......" Sun Ye asked cautiously, he didn't know what kind of temper the white master was, "Is he the strongest?"

Sun Ye picked his eyes to hint at the cyan color in the main hall.

"Yes, it was he who inherited most of the abilities of the ontology, and his strength was slightly stronger than a few of us. ”

The white master said, "If you don't understand anything about cultivation, you can ask me, although I am the weakest in it, but my knowledge is very different, and I am young after all, the most idle, they are a few old immortals......"

"Who is said to be old and immortal?" Six voices came from different directions, and the frightened white Bodhi hurriedly closed his mouth

Sun Ye smiled slightly when he saw it, even if his strength was not as strong as his master, if he split into 7 consciousnesses, there would be level suppression.

Each body occupies an emotion, perhaps such a different master adds a different interest to the cave.

Sun Ye picked up his broom and continued his work of sweeping the leaves.