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Chapter 86 Master is so beautiful (16)

On the cold pool of clear water, a woman is dressed in white, with long hair flowing like a waterfall. She has a graceful figure, a slender jade hand holding a sword, her feet stepping on the void, and her body light.

The fairy appears in the dust and is breathtaking.

I wish the remaining money was down, and he stood with his sword behind his back, keeping a cold and unsmiling look on his face.

"Disciples, Qingyan Immortal Lord is not here, so I will teach you swordsmanship for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yu felt that it was necessary to show them his strength, so he waved his hand, and a huge splash of water exploded from the Bitan behind him.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely sharp flying sword roiled in the water, soaring in the air like a dragon or a phoenix.

Many students looked at the surging water and exclaimed in surprise. Some of the timid ones had closed their eyes and did not dare to look directly.

Water splashed everywhere, but she didn't touch it.

Zhu Yu raised his eyebrows. It must be said that the status happiness index in this world is very high.

The disciples standing around the pool were stunned. Although Qianyi Xianzun had been out of seclusion for many years, there were very few opportunities to see her.

Especially the new disciples who are just starting out have only seen the portrait of the Immortal Lord so far.

"The Immortal Lord is so powerful!"

"Is this Qianyi Immortal Lord? So beautiful!"

"You must be very happy to be the apprentice of Qianyi Immortal Lord."

All the disciples looked at the graceful silhouette on the lake with longing faces, and their hearts were filled with admiration.

Although Qianyi Immortal is not as gentle and gentle as Qingyan Immortal, he has an elegant and refined temperament that makes people want to get close to him.

After the demonstration, Zhu Yu began to teach, and then he realized that the swordsmanship levels of the disciples varied. Some had already drawn swords, while others were just able to hold the swords firmly.

After teaching a move, Zhu Yu lets everyone practice it freely. If you don't know how, you can come up and ask her.

She stood in front and immediately saw the little devil looking at her in the crowd. Subconsciously, Zhu Yu smiled at him.

She just wanted to say, look, being a teacher is not bad.

This smile fell into Xie Weiran's eyes, but it had another meaning.

He always wanted to ask.

Why does Master always smile at him?

He is obviously so cold towards others.

Is it because...

Why didn't he dare to think further.

Xie Weiran's eyelashes suddenly trembled, he quickly tightened his grip on the sword and started practicing.

Fortunately, he has already mastered the moves taught by his master today, so he can perform well even if he is not so focused.

The morning sun was shining brightly, the trees on the lakeside were swaying, and the gentle breeze was causing ripples on the lake surface.

After practicing for just half an hour, Zhu Yu was looking for a shady place to rest. After taking two steps, all his disciples gathered around him.

"Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord! The disciples here don't understand much!"

"Immortal Lord, this coincidence of force... can you tell me again?"

"How long does it take for Immortal Lord to practice on a daily basis to improve faster?"

One disciple after another came forward to ask questions, and Zhu Yu answered patiently without appearing irritated at all. This made the disciples more admired and practiced more seriously.

The second day was pretty normal.

The third day.

Zhu Yu continued to practice with his disciples, feeling somewhat exhausted mentally and physically.

She didn't understand why they still couldn't understand some problems after being told them many times. In contrast, Zhu Yu missed the days of teaching the little devil particularly.

It will work if you click it, and it will work if you don't click it.

After reviewing the sword moves learned yesterday, a disciple immediately came over and asked

Three or five people could surround her tightly, staring at her with their big, twinkling eyes.

With so many looks on her, Zhu Yu felt like she was going to have a social fear.

But she still had the courage to finish the story, lest her senior brother come back to settle accounts with her and cause unnecessary disputes.

When he finally finished speaking, no one had any intention of leaving.

"Immortal Lord, can we worship you as our teacher?"

"Immortal Lord, can you see if this disciple is okay?"

"My swordsmanship is good, can I join the Immortal Master's sect?"

"You can also be an outer disciple..."

Zhu Yu smiled and declined politely.

"Whoosh——"

A sword flower flew past, and everyone screamed and ran away.

I wish I could finally breathe easy.

The disciples all looked in the direction of the sword, and a handsome-looking disciple was standing not far away with his arms crossed and an expressionless face.

"Which family are you a disciple of? Why did you draw your sword so rashly? If you hurt the Immortal Lord, can you bear the responsibility?"

One disciple said angrily that he had just arrived at Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty not long ago and could not tell who was who in the sect.

Most of the people practicing swordsmanship here are new disciples. They have heard a lot of famous names in the sect, but they have no chance to match their faces with their names.

"Sorry, my hands are slippery."

The young man spoke calmly, without any apology in his tone.

Even with his eyes closed, he couldn't possibly hurt his master.

"you……"

Seeing how arrogant he was, everyone was about to reason when a cold voice came, "Okay, I'm not injured, so don't worry about it. Let's practice on our own."

When Zhu Yu opened his mouth, it was difficult for the other disciples to refute.

His impartial words made those who were interested listen.

After settling the disciples and continuing to practice swordsmanship, Zhu Yu looked around, only to find that the little devil had left at some point.

Is this guy angry because she taught others too much?

Zhu Yu's eyes were empty, his hand touched the storage ring, and he slowly curled his lips.

There are still two skewers of candied haws, which I can use later.



Xie Weiran didn't want to stay with those people, so he went back to Luoyue Palace first. He thought to himself that he would call the master back after making delicious food.

But he went to the back mountain to cut trees as usual.

The mountain behind Luoyue Temple is full of spiritual trees nourished by spiritual energy. If you chop them down with an ordinary axe, they will grow back immediately. They are especially suitable for venting your emotions.

After cutting for about a stick of incense, Xie Weiran wiped his sweat and prepared to go back to cook.

There are dense forests, and suddenly birds fly.

Xie Weiran paid careful attention to his surroundings and saw a man coming out of the darkness.

The man was dressed in black robes, with a tall and slender figure and a mask on his face.

"What kind of talent is willing to be buried here."

The man laughed, mockingly, and the leaves on the tree nearby fell rustling.

Xie Weiran looked at the man warily, he had never seen this man before.

But those who secretly enter Luoyue Palace are definitely not good people.

The unresponsive laughter in the air was quickly blown away by the wind. The man looked slightly embarrassed and asked, "Why don't you ask me who I am?"

"I don't care who you are!"

Xie Weiran snorted coldly, turned his wrist, tempered his cold sword and stabbed him.

When the man saw this, he quickly dodged and looked angry:

"You unreasonable kid, why don't you play by the rules?"

Xie Weiran was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and attacked him one after another.

Cutting down the tree just now wasted a little more time. We must not delay cooking for Master because of this person.

"Are you sick? This handsome seven-foot-tall man thinks about cooking every day."

The man flying in the air couldn't help roaring.

Hearing this, he thanked Wei Ran for knowing that this person could actually hear his thoughts.

"Who are you?"

Xie Weiran couldn't help but stop his attack and spoke calmly.

The man finally had time to fall to the ground and take a breath. He frowned and straightened the black robe on his body, raised his chin and said proudly: "I am..."

"Tell the important point."

"I see that you have a unique skeleton and extraordinary talents. You are a unique martial arts prodigy. I wonder if the young man is interested in learning my demonic arts?"

Xie Weiran frowned.

Demon clan...

[Author's digression]: The villain beats people:

Apprentice period: Sorry, my hands are slippery.

During the period of the Demon Lord: When you queued up to dig out your eyeballs, which hand touched the Master’s clothes?

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Special thanks to Baoermomomo who voted for the golden vote~


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