"Shouldn't we face the enemy head-on, show off our might, and beat them to a pulp?"
"Please wake up. Your master, I am the one who built the foundation. I am not the Great Patriarch of Mahayana, but I am also fighting against Shenwei? Don't you know that if I continue to stay, I am afraid that we will be the ones who get beaten to pieces?"
"But doesn't your master often say that you are a genius? Are you so good at alchemy? You can also spear, archery, spells, and grow herbs...
You know so many and still can’t win?”
Lan Annuo tore open two Ji Xing Talisman and answered his words while running.
"The most indispensable thing in the world is genius, but do you know why only a few can be called geniuses in the end?"
"Why?"
"Because at least they are still alive, and those who die can only be called untimely deaths.
This is someone else's territory. It's already good that I can sneak in with my small foundation building. Now it's obvious that someone has discovered my traces. It can be seen that the cultivation level must be higher than mine.
Under such circumstances, you actually think that I, your master, can beat them to a pulp. I have to say that I am very powerful in your heart!"
Aotian said in an embarrassed voice: "But it feels so embarrassing to run away!"
"Disgraceful? You won't have this idea when your life falls into the hands of others and they think you can take it or leave it at your own mercy.
The most important thing is to stay alive, and only by living can there be hope.
It doesn't matter if you can live and be embarrassed! You, please read less of the book, I'm worried that you are too poisoned, and you still want to be tough, you are also a tiger."
Lan Annuo's eyes dimmed when he said this.
"Is this the legendary saying that if you keep green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood?"
"Hey, you can apply it properly now. You've made some progress. Not bad."
"But why is the protagonist in the storybook so powerful?"
"What storybook?"
""The Domineering Immortal Lord of the Gentle Junior Sister", "The Return of the King of the Abandoned Young Master of the Immortal Clan"..."
Lan Annuo has some dark streaks, these are some terrible names!
Aotian: "The protagonist in this book is super powerful. He can kill people by leapfrogging his level. He can even press a monk who is one level higher than him to the ground and rub him. He beats those who try to bully him until he regrets it. He regrets himself.
Why provoke him?"
"Your master and I do not have the life of the protagonist, and you are not the protagonist in the storybook. We are just inconspicuous gravel in this world. If we want to save our lives, we can only make ourselves stronger.
Gou is indispensable on the way to becoming stronger.
So at the very least, you have to be able to use your brain. How can you stay if you know you will lose in a head-to-head confrontation?"
Aotian knew what his master said made sense, but he still felt a little ashamed.
"But where can we run to?"
"We are just here to do a mission, not to die. If we can't beat them, we will naturally call in foreign aid."
"Foreign aid? Hasn't Qingming Lieyan always boasted about his power? Why don't you talk now?" Aotian turned around to look for him, but no trace of him was found.
"Don't worry, he was left behind by me. There must be someone to help us watch what happens after we leave, right?"
Aotian said with some sourness: "Why don't you let me keep it?"
"I doubt that some of them know how to control beasts. How could you be in danger if you are so important to me?"
"I am the young master of the Tangshe clan. How could I be caught by the monks so easily?"
"Yes, yes, but who told you to have a higher status in my mind than Qingming Lieyan? How can I bear to let you stay and be afraid?"
Lan Annuo's tone and attitude were sincere when he spoke, and soon Aotian was left speechless.
Lan Annuo didn't dare to stop for a moment after leaving the forest. He only picked up the distress signal given by his master and lit it when he was a certain distance away.
Soon, several black shadows surrounded Lan Annuo.
The leader lowered his head and said, "Please follow me to see the master."
Lan Annuo was also a little curious as he followed them. After all, the master's expression was so weird when he gave him this thing. He wanted to give it but didn't want to give it to him.
He said he wanted to give it to himself, but when he handed it over, he held it so tightly and repeatedly told himself not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
He said he didn't want to give it, and the things were taken out again.
Lan Annuo could feel that they all had a cultivation level no less than that of the Golden Core. What was it like to have so many powerful subordinates around them?
After all, with the slovenly appearance of his master, it is hard to imagine what kind of friends he would talk to outside. Does he have the same temperament as Master Ye?
Lan Annuo was invited onto a flying boat. He sat by the window and looked at the rapidly retreating white clouds outside. Coupled with the surrounding environment, Lan Annuo had to doubt his master's friendship.
After all, I have been with the master for so many years, but I rarely see him entertaining friends. The one I see most is Master Ye.
Not long after, the flying boat stopped and landed in a small town. As soon as it landed, some noise could be heard.
The man in black gestured for her to follow.
After walking into a large house in the town and going around the layout of seven pavilions and eight landscapes, Lan Annuo finally saw the person behind it - a female nun.
The female cultivator felt Lan Annuo's aura and put down the account book in her hand in surprise. She happily stepped forward to greet her and said, "Are you Lan Annuo?"
Lan Annuo gave a formal greeting and said, "Send hello to senior."
"You're polite, you're polite, why should you and I treat this as nothing?
You must have worked hard along the way, come on, sit down and take a rest."
She forced Lian Annuo onto the embroidery bench, and the next moment she had a fruit plate in her hand.
"Try these fruits and see if they suit your taste."
"Senior, me"
"What do you call me, senior? It's too unfamiliar. Maybe you will call me master wife at some point?"
Lan Annuo's fruit plate was almost unsteady, and there was a look of surprise on his face that he had not yet had time to hide.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Jiao Cuichan. I am your future master's wife and a good disciple. Call me master's wife and come and listen." Jing Cuichan looked at Lan Annuo expectantly.
Lan Annuo only felt that he was a little confused, and his originally calm brain was also a little unclear.
"Senior, did you admit the wrong person? Junior is Lan Annuo, a disciple of Qinghaizong, who studied under Master Wu Dan."
"You kid is so funny when you talk. I have prepared gifts for you every year since you became a master. Even the jewelry you wear on your head was given by me, and the signals you use were given by me to your master.
How could you possibly get the wrong person?"
"But the junior has never heard the master mention the existence of the senior?"
Jiao Cuichan held up her face, smiled brightly, and said, "That's because your master is jealous and doesn't want the outside world to know about my existence. After all, he is the only one who can see and possess such a powerful beauty like me."
Looking at the happiness radiating from her body, I also thought that I could indeed receive gifts from my master every year, but I didn't pay much attention to them at that time, just because they were his master's previous collections, but think about it, in the eyes of my master
People who only enjoy and refine elixirs are indeed unlikely to collect some little girl's things.
So Lan Annuo simply called "Master's Wife".
Jiao Cuichan felt relieved after hearing that. With a wave of his hand, a lot of gift boxes appeared. Jiao Cuichan said grandly: "You're welcome to accept all the gifts my wife has given you."