Seven hundred and seventieth chapters bright eyes and bright teeth
Yang Kun didn't know why, and he only heard Wei Dabao whisper from behind: "Junior brother, quickly kneel down and kowtow to become your master."
Yang Kun immediately knelt down and kowtowed to his head more than a dozen times, loudly and loudly.
"Haha." But the little girl Chen Yuting couldn't help laughing. Yue Lingshan smiled and said: "Good boy, just knock nine times."
Yang Kun said "Oh" and then stopped and raised his head. Everyone saw that his forehead was red and couldn't help but laugh. But in Chen Yuantong's eyes, they looked even more stupid. The thought of
From now on, if I teach this kind of idiot, his originally quite big head will seem to grow even bigger.
"May I have your name?"
Hearing his master ask his name, Yang Kun was stunned for a moment and said: "Disciple Xuan Qingyu!"
When Chen Yuantong heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "This is just a name. Well, I will give you a name today. How about it?"
Yang Kun's heart thumped, and he had a bad premonition, and thought to himself: "The master's name is Chen Yuantong, and the sixth brother's name is Chen Dadu. Is it possible that the master wants to name me Chen Dachu?"
Chen Yuantong then looked at Yang Kun carefully, thought about it, and then said: "You will be called Chen Yufeng from now on!"
Chen Yufeng?
"This name is okay!" Yang Kun couldn't help but sweat, and said thanks: "Thank you, Master!"
"Okay, that's it!" Chen Yuantong was in a very bad mood and waved his hand: "Dabao, you will take him with you first. You will teach me the rules and regulations of our sect and some basic Taoism."
Wei Dabao responded: "Yes." Then he hesitated a little and said, "But Master, I am still young, and the homework of this entry-level disciple..."
Chen Yuantong rolled his eyes and said, "Just do it." After saying that, he stood up and walked to the back hall without looking back. All the disciples bowed together and said, "Send me off to Master."
As soon as Chen Yuantong left, before anyone could say anything, the little girl Chen Yuting had already rushed to Yang Kun and stared at him carefully. Yang Kun saw her cute face like a lotus swaying in front of his eyes. Although she was young, she was already
She is a beauty. When he was in Tianlai Village, he had never seen such a beautiful girl of the same age, and he couldn't help but blush.
"Ha!" Chen Yuting, as if she had discovered a treasure, pointed at Yang Kun and laughed: "Brother, look! He will blush when he sees me!"
The hall burst into laughter, and Yang Kun's face turned redder. Yue Lingshan came over and scolded with a smile: "Ting'er, don't bully junior brother."
Chen Yuting made a face, but did not take her mother's words to heart at all. She stood up straight and said to Yang Kun: "Hey, call me senior sister."
Yang Kun was furious. This girl was obviously younger than him, but he was the last to get started, so how could he become a junior? But when he saw Chen Yuting's bright eyes, white teeth, and moving figure floating in front of his eyes, he felt confused.
I couldn't help but call out: "Little senior sister."
Chen Yuting had always been ranked last on the Zhuxian Peak, but now she actually had a junior brother who was ranked lower than herself. She was extremely happy, and she acted old-fashioned and said: "Be good, little junior brother, you must listen to your senior sister from now on."
Yang Kun responded loudly and said: "Yes."
The other six disciples stood together next to him, laughing and joking, glancing back and forth, almost gloating about his misfortune.
At this moment, Yue Lingshan suddenly made a very strange movement, turning her head in a circle as if flexing her muscles, which was very different from her usual dignified temperament. For a moment, all the disciples of Zhuxian Peak, from Wei Dabao on down, burst into laughter.
They are all dead, and everyone is speechless, all showing the expression of imminent disaster.
Yue Lingshan cleared her throat and said: "You..."
"Master's wife," a shout came from Wei Dabao, who was sweating on his forehead and shouted out urgently.