Chapter 191 Teachers don't have to be salted fish disciples
Feng He finished the roast goose rice, picked up another clay pot rice, ate a few bites of rice, drank a sip of wine, and smoked a cigarette.
Under Yan Xi's deliberate guidance, he talked more and more, and told all the things he had done. Most of them were harmless naughtiness, and the other half of the seemingly serious misfortunes had reasons.
Although he violated the rules of the house, there were few things he really did wrong.
Yan Xi became more and more satisfied and thought to himself: "He is the only genius who understands the rules of the sect, and there are only two Yun..."
"As long as I endure it for a while, when my apprentice's skills become more advanced, I won't be afraid of Ding Longfei anymore."
"In the story line, you won't die at every turn."
The Snow Mountain Sect has many rules and regulations, and he has a lively temperament when cooking cranes. He rarely has the opportunity to express all the frustrations in his chest with others, and he has never had a moment like now where he smokes, drinks, and has delicious barbecue.
Goose rice and clay pot rice, I have never felt so good in my life.
It was more comfortable than when he was on the sword discussion stage, sweeping his fellow disciples.
He was about to lose three times in a row to Rouge Li Cao in August, so he complained back to him exactly what he said that slandered his master.
Lian Yunpiaoran lowered his sword light and looked a little sad. He walked into the Zhuanhe Heavenly Palace and said, "My nephew has already gone to Uncle Lei Xiao to have the Taoist name of Cooking Crane listed in the family tree."
Fan He looked unconcerned and continued to eat and drink. Lian Yun turned around, rode the rainbow, and left Fan He's Tiangong. He didn't even stuff a mouthful of rice into his mouth, but his tears flowed down and wet the bowl of clay rice.
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He murmured in a low voice: "My grandson, I still want to learn swordsmanship in the snowy mountains!"
Yan Xi handed him a basketball, then realized something was wrong, changed a tissue, and said softly: "Although there are reasons for all the nonsense you did, it did break the rules. Especially two things.
, it’s hard to excuse, according to the sect’s rules, even your master will be punished, or at worst, expelled as well.”
Fanhe panicked slightly, crushed the disposable chopsticks in his hand, and asked: "Uncle, please help my master."
He knelt on the ground and whispered: "As long as you can help my master without being punished, my grandson will be willing to work as an ox or a horse."
Yan Xi touched his chin and said, "You are also familiar with the sect rules..." He looked unfinished and didn't want to say more.
Panhe suddenly felt a little desperate. If he hadn't been familiar with the sect's rules, how could he have practiced swordsmanship to such an extent?
It was precisely because he had read the sect rules thoroughly that he realized that his master was indeed going to be implicated, and there was absolutely no room for change. He immediately panicked in his heart and kept kowtowing.
Yan Xi sighed and said: "Actually..."
"I really have a way, but...you can't do it."
Penghe said hurriedly: "I am willing to do anything, as long as it does not involve my master."
Yan Xi chuckled and said, "If you join my sect, your master will avoid disaster."
"I will bear the responsibility for the several misfortunes you have caused Master, and I can keep Yue Yunxin alive."
Although Fang He was lively, he had never thought of such a deviant thing, and he was stunned when he heard this.
Yan Xi added: "You don't want anything to happen to your mentor, right?"
Panhe gritted his teeth, kowtowed eight times, and shouted: "Master!"
Yan Xi smiled proudly and said, "If you join my sect, you will be named Yun. How about I change your name to Li Yunlong?"
Feng He didn't know what kind of person Li Yunlong was, but he shook his head and refused and said, "This disciple wants to keep the word "Feng"."
"Let's just call it Pangyun!"
Yan Xi shouted: "Old Huang!"
Mrs. Huang responded hurriedly: "What do you want me to do, young master?"
Yan Xi said: "Go and tell Senior Brother Lei Xiao that I have accepted a disciple named Pangyun and ask him to write down the ancestral genealogy."
Mrs. Huang was by the side and listened for a long time. She was a little dazed at this time and said to herself: "Young Master has a great time!"
He didn't dare to say anything inappropriate, so he took out a moxa stick and lit it, causing the smoke to billow out.
The newly renamed "Pang Yun" suddenly thought of something: "Say, will it implicate the master... the master?"
Yan Xi patted "Pang Yun" on the shoulder and said, "How could the things you committed before becoming a disciple involve me?"
Pangyun felt relieved and suddenly felt like he was in a dream, thinking to himself: "I can actually stay in the Snow Mountain Sect?"
"When I see Master...when I see Senior Brother Yue in the future, what should I call him?"
"Lao Yue? Xiao Yue Yue?"
"How can you think so wildly? You are not a son of man!"
Half an hour later, Mrs. Huang flew back again covered in mugwort smoke and said: "I have lived up to the trust of the young master. Master Lei Xiao has written down the Taoist name of Pangyun on the ancestor's name."
Spectrum."
Cooking Cloud feels even more unreal.
Yan Xi touched his chin and suddenly asked: "Disciple! If you meet Ding Longfei, do you dare to fight him?"
Yan Xi knew that Zhao Yaner had fought with Ding Longfei once, and they were both good at winning. Zhao Yaner and Sun Youyue were brothers in the same sect, and he didn't know who was better than Bai Di Qitaoli.
He couldn't estimate based on this, the sword fight was better than Rouge Li Cao's "Cooking Cloud" in August. What kind of swordsmanship was it?
Pangyun thought for a moment and said: "My disciple has only been practicing Taoism for more than twenty years. Xuanyin leader Ding Longfei has been in Taoism for hundreds of years. My disciple is far behind..."
"But if it's a draw, I'm not afraid of him!"
Yan Xi asked: "Is this bragging, or are you really confident?"
Pangyun came up arrogantly and said, "Disciple is really not afraid of him!"
"He just has better skills than me, and his flying sword is better than mine..."
Having said this, he glanced at Yan Xi and suddenly realized: "Ding Longfei no longer has the Nine Yin Guiyuan Sword!"
His confidence suddenly exploded, and he said: "Without the Jiuyin Guiyuan Sword, the Xuanyin Cult Master is just a bid-taker!"
At the same time, he muttered in his heart: "Although my disciple can't afford it for the time being, in another thirty to fifty years, I will be able to kill the shit out of him."
Yan Xi slapped his thigh and shouted: "It's not in vain that I accept you as my apprentice." He took out the Jiuyin Guiyuan Sword, threw it to Pangyun, and said: "I'll give you this sword."
Pangyun was shocked and shouted: "Master, one flying sword is equal to the sword cultivator's second life! We in the Snow Mountain Sect don't have many good flying swords. He Zijie counts his disciples, bah! He Zijie doesn't
Counting the disciples, there are only seven or eight flying swords in total."
"This thing is precious and I don't want it."
Yan Xi smiled and said: "I think your flying sword is of poor quality. Without a good flying sword, how can it roar all over the world?"
"How precious can a mere flying sword be? How precious is the relationship between our master and disciple? If you think this flying sword is rare, just remember not to get me into trouble."
Pangyun was moved beyond measure.
He really didn't know that although the Jiuyin Guiyuan Sword was good, it was Yan Xi's heartache. Now that the heartache was gone, he felt very happy and had no regrets.
As for this second-hand flying sword?
It is better to give it to an apprentice than to hang it as a salted fish.
It's not like he doesn't have any flying swords to use! His skill is still low now, so the Xuanye Sword is enough.