Master tutoring class

Chapter 80

"dong dong dong"

There were three regular door knocks, and An Heyi and Wen Xiuyuan were discussing the affairs of the vice suzerain Jia Yan in the room.

When the door rang, An Heyi turned to look at Wen Xiuyuan, "Did you call the waiter?"

The other party looked over innocently, blinked mischievous eyes, "No, Master, I don't want someone to disturb our master-student intimate time." Said close to Master's shoulder and was about to lie down.

An Heyi stretched out his hand and pushed, stood up and walked past him to open the door.

Ever since the master and apprentice talked about it, Wen Xiuyuan walked on the road of letting go of himself, especially in his speech, and he always liked to use his hands and feet to take advantage of it.

An Heyi often disliked it, and Wen Xiuyuan didn't listen to what he said, but he easily untied it when he used a spell, and when he scolded him, he saw the other party was about to cry, and rushed over to coax him coquettishly.

It's really shameless.

The waiter outside the door was standing with a pastry. When the door opened, he bowed respectfully, "Hi Taoist, this is a pastry that our inn gives to our guests. It is a unique specialty of our street. It is fragrant but not greasy, soft and delicious. As he spoke, he turned around and picked up a jar of wine from behind, "This is the tiger wine you want."

An Heyi, who was standing at the door, had a blank look in his eyes, why did he want to have a drink.

With a heavy weight on his shoulders, a slender hand stretched out from behind and took over the wine jar, "Thank you."

An Heyi turned his head and watched the apprentice walk into the house with wine in his left hand and pastries in his right.

The veins on his forehead twitched.

Wen Xiuyuan didn't notice it, and greeted him while sitting on a chair, "Master, do you think this wine is special?"

Hearing what the other party said, An Heyi raised his foot and walked over.

As soon as he walked to the table, Wen Xiuyuan answered, "It's quite special."

An Heyi: "..."

Seeing that the master's face was not looking very good, Wen Xiuyuan immediately restrained himself, took the master's hand with his left hand, held it and shook it, and turned the wine jar with his right hand, facing An Heyi.

There is a painting on the wine jar.

Quite interesting.

A coffin was placed in the center, and the tiger kept digging in from outside.

An Heyi frowned, "What do you mean?"

Wen Xiuyuan giggled, leaned to the side and fell on An Heyi's body, "Master is really too serious, he doesn't care about this kind of mundane fiddle with words."

Hearing Wen Xiuyuan's ridicule, he raised his hand and tapped his apprentice on the head.

Wen Xiuyuan wailed, turned his head and saw that the master ignored him again, flattened his mouth and said, "Tiger enters the coffin - scares people to death".

Frowning, not understanding what the other party meant, An Heyi sat down and looked at the wine jar.

"Master, don't just look at the wine jar, let's try the cakes."

As he spoke, he took the pastries on the plate and broke them apart from the middle. Seeing him like this, An Heyi's eyes flashed with amazement.

Following the apprentice's movements, he broke open all the cakes.

"Ah, Master, what are you doing?"

Looking at the pastry without anything in doubt, "No?"

With a puff, Wen Xiuyuan lay down on the table and burst into tears, while An Heyi stood aside with no expression on his face.

After laughing, sit up and turn over the plate, uncovering a layer of decorative painting attached to the bottom.

Thin wafers fell on the table.

The light curtain opens.

A young man dressed as a scholar appeared in the picture, he looked kindly, with a smile on his lips, very friendly.

Delicate delicacies paired with small wines, he sat alone in the pavilion and tasted the wine quietly, holding the small and exquisite wine glass in his hand and playing with it carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of chaotic footsteps broke the silence.

"Brother Jia, I brought good wine here. If you don't get drunk today, you won't go home." A tall and rugged monk came in, wearing a red dress and baring his chest generously.Standard magic repair clothes.

The young man responded with a smile.

The two exchanged cups and drank from daytime to late evening.

Wen Xiuyuan yawned.

An Heyi raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, "Can't you fast forward?"

Wen Xiuyuan's head almost fell to the ground, he leaned close to Master's neck and took a deep breath, and quickly retreated before An Heyi could react, "Take a breath of immortal energy to wake up, hehe."

After being glared at by An Heyi, he said, "Impossible, the mirror image of the Demon Cult is used to record the private life of the Demon Cult. The more realistic it is, the better it will be sold."

An Heyi: "..."

He glanced at his apprentice faintly, with suspicion in his eyes.

Wen Xiuyuan immediately looked as if he had been wronged, "I'm different, I concentrate on cultivation, and I'm just waiting to abduct Master."

The cup in my hand shattered the table.

In the picture, the young man and Moxiu were drinking until the end of the table. Both of them had blurred eyes. Moxiu knocked his head and lay down on the table, closing his eyes and snoring.

The scholar pushed Moxiu, and seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, the fog in his eyes dissipated, revealing clear black pupils.

The black mist rose, and An Heyi could only see the young man covering Moxiu's back with his hands.

The black mist dissipated, and the originally tall Moxiu had turned into a pair of withered bones.

With a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, he waved his hand and smashed the skeleton into pieces.

An Heyi was silent for a long time facing the image.

"Why don't you think about it in the long run," he said worriedly, turning his head to his apprentice.

Wen Xiuyuan smiled sullenly, sat next to An Heyi, and gently covered the master's hand, "I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him in a while, so why not deal with it while I can."

An Heyi withdrew his hand with a cold face.

Wen Xiuyuan laughed so hard that his body trembled.

From the books in Zongnei before, I can understand that many of the exercises in the demon world are extremely cruel.After listening to Wen Xiuyuan's description, the understanding was even deeper.

But not as shocking as the picture.

"It might be useful when you hold something quickly," the clanging voice kept ringing as he said it, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Fortunately, a barrier has already been set up, so I am not afraid of being heard.

Wen Xiuyuan stared dumbfounded at the utensils in half the room, "Master, this disciple is going to fight, not to move."

Frowning, he disapproved of his apprentice's opinion, "It's always useful to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, the devil world's skills are so weird, if you can get a sharp weapon for restraint, you might be able to win without fighting."

The left and right could not refuse, Wen Xiuyuan nodded, "Yes, yes, Master is thoughtful."

It's a pity that half of the room is full of useless utensils.

Seeing Master staring at him, Wen Xiuyuan casually took the rope in front of him with instructions attached.

"You can force your hands to be bound for half an hour, and no monk can untie it—a one-time artifact that binds the dragon rope."

His eyes lit up, and he suddenly looked up at Master, "Master, do you still have this? Where can I buy it?"

An Heyi went over to have a look, "It was a gift from my master during my coming-of-age ceremony, and I can't buy it anymore."

Sighing regretfully, Wen Xiuyuan murmured, "How wonderful, it's a pity that there is only one."

An Heyi nodded with relief in his eyes, "Indeed, if he can trap Jia Yan's hand, he won't be able to steal other people's spiritual power."

"But he must have a teleportation talisman on him, so it's useless to him."

An Heyi was a little disappointed, "It won't be of much use then."

Wen Xiuyuan smiled, looking quite cunning, "Not necessarily."

"Ok?"

"If the master is willing to cooperate, it will be very useful." Wen Xiuyuan moved closer to An Heyi, clasping his slender waist with his hands.

"How to do it?!" She spoke faster than usual, and her eyes were fixed on Wen Xiuyuan.

Looking at each other, Wen Xiuyuan didn't know what was going on in his mind, finally Wen Xiuyuan's ears turned red as if he couldn't help it, and the halo quickly spread to his face, all the way down to his neck.

Hold Master's hand tightly.

"If the master doesn't run away, the disciples will tie up the master for half an hour. It's best to be half naked, and the red clothes are very good. This is such a good feeling..."

With a "whoosh", the Ling Xiao sword was unsheathed, surrounded by blue light, and the air-conditioning in the room scattered.

Really hold a sword!

Wen Xiuyuan jumped up all of a sudden, and fled in the barrier in a hurry.

"I made a mistake, Master!" "Master, don't be angry!" "Master, please forgive me"...

"Tie me, can't you tie me up?!"

……

"Whoops"

The blade of the sword hit the top of the head heavily.

"Dang" "Dang"... chasing after the head and beating.

Within the enchantment, the voice did not stop for a long time.

The author says:

An Heyi: What messed things have you been thinking about all day? !

Wen Xiuyuan: I miss you (~0~)

An Heyi: ...