My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Thinking about the progress of the previous story, I roughly talked about the part where the Monkey King obtained the golden hoop, so I told the story:

"Wukong lifted his clothes, walked forward, and touched the shining object. It turned out to be an iron pillar, about the thickness of a bucket and more than two feet long."

Speaking of which, when telling stories to the apprentices every day, it is more like Qia's father than Liu/Dad. Long Si Lingwu tells them the stories.

In fact, I am telling it to myself.

Since I came into this world, confusion and anxiety have been deeply rooted in my heart.

These familiar stories from past lives, told by myself in this world, often comfort me.

At the same time, when they sit with their apprentices at this time, they will not have various complicated psychological states.

I just listened to him attentively.

This kind of atmosphere made Jiang He's tense nerves relax a lot.

It seems that this does make more sense.

Bai Minxin immersed himself in his thoughts and listened to him attentively, his mind occasionally wandering.

Is this Dragon King of the East Sea her fellow tribesman? I heard that there is also a South China Sea to the south of Zhuming Domain.

The warm atmosphere did not last long, and the door was suddenly kicked open.

Accompanied by a gust of cold wind and snow howling in, the house was instantly shrouded in icy cold.

"Junior brother! Be polite."

Zhao Qiujun's voice came at an inopportune time, with a hint of blame. Although her tone was not harsh, she was obviously dissatisfied with this sudden action.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qiujun and a young monk walked into the house one after another.

Both of them were wearing the Taoist robes of the Wuya inner sect. The young monk, who was walking in front, was a handsome young man.

He scratched his head, a little embarrassed but not apologetic at all:

"Thinking that I will see my junior sister soon, I feel a little anxious for a moment."

Zhao Qiujun shook her head helplessly. Her junior brother was the biological son of her master and was usually spoiled.

She couldn't blame him, so she explained to Jiang He:

"This is my junior fellow apprentice, Ming Kangwen. He came with me to pick up my junior sister. He is unruly and does not understand the ways of the world, but he is pure by nature. He has offended many people."

Zhao Qiujun didn't want to explain too much, but she thought she was not as rude and disrespectful as Jiang He, a casual cultivator. Ming Kangwen's rudeness made her feel a little embarrassed.

After the explanation, he burst into laughter. For someone like Jiang He, there is no need to waste words.

Ming Kangwen walked forward carelessly, cupped his fists and smiled at Jiang He:

"This must be Senior Jiang, right? I am here to take my junior sister back to the sect."

As he said that, he reached out and pulled Jin'er.

These two people seemed polite, but in fact they did not take him seriously at all.

Jiang He never expected that the people from Wuyamen would arrive so quickly.

Her face darkened and she blocked his hand:

"Wuya Sect claims to be a prestigious and upright sect, but in broad daylight, they forcibly plundered the disciples of independent practitioners like this?"

"you!"

Ming Kangwen was stunned by Jiang He's actions, and then felt a pain in his wrist.

He didn't expect Jiang He to be so impolite, so he sneered:

"Don't you care about her future? Under your hands, I'm afraid such a good talent will never be able to build a foundation in her lifetime. You call her your master, but in fact you only think about your own selfish interests."

"Ming Kangwen!"

Zhao Qiujun shouted, Ming Kangwen wanted to continue to refute, but seeing that his senior sister was angry, he had to stop in disappointment.

Under normal circumstances, Wuyamen would never do such a thing.

But now the wind and rain continue, and Wuyamen can hardly protect itself.

They also did not take into account the thoughts of these independent cultivators. After all, Wuya Sect did not know that Xuanming Sect had the support of Tai Zhentian behind it.

I thought it was a war lasting more than ten years as usual.

Therefore, it was decided to recruit children with good talents in advance and train them to prevent a lack of successors in the future.

Zhao Qiujun looked at Jin'er, a hint of doubt flashing across his eyes.

She still remembered this child, who was extremely thin and covered with scars a while ago.

Now she is fair and clean. Although she is still thin, she is already within the normal range.

In her original impression, Jiang He was a scum who was addicted to abuse.

This child would be doomed if he were to fall into his hands, so he decided to start with Jiang He.

He did not feel the slightest bit of apology or pity for this, instead he thought that he had saved the little girl's life.

But now, no matter how Jiang He treats his apprentice, it doesn’t matter anymore.

She had informed her master long ago, and now that things had come to this point, how could she just give up?

Zhao Qiujun sighed:

"Jiang He, why do you have to do this? This is the decision of Wuyamen. Are you going to disobey the order?"

"I think he just wants to try out the magic of the sect elders. These independent cultivators are really ungrateful!"

Ming Kangliang interrupted fearlessly. Although he was only at the sixth level of Qi training, he was not afraid of this casual cultivator at all.

He had Senior Sister Zhao blocking the way in front of him, and the big tree of Wuya Gate shielding him from behind.

How could he be afraid of such an ordinary Qi-cultivating cultivator?

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Jiang He felt mixed emotions. Although he had decided beforehand to send Jin'er away temporarily as a stopgap measure, the time had come.

He felt extremely uncomfortable again. He had experienced this helpless situation many times.

In front of the Linshe, he wanted to kill Bai Minxin right in front of him.

Now he is trying to snatch Jin'er in public in front of his three disciples.

A small hand gently pulled his little finger, and Jiang He looked down.

Jin'er was biting her lip and looking at him eagerly with a hint of pleading.

This was the first time Jin'er took such an active action, but Jiang He's mood became worse.

Because he knew that her action clearly conveyed that she did not want to go to the Wuya Gate.

Even though Bai Minxin had explained it to him, it only made her believe that Jiang He was not abusing her like before.

That doesn't mean Jin'er is willing to go to Wuyamen.

"so what have you thought of?"

Zhao Qiujun glanced at Jiang He's hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and reminded him,

"Don't make the mistake. My master is nearby. He is kind-hearted and can't bear to see the separation of master and disciple. But he will not be soft-hearted."

Zhao Qiujun had a complicated expression, as if he couldn't bear it.

She didn't expect that in her mind, the originally kind-hearted master would actually kill a wandering cultivator who didn't want to be separated from his disciple.

Wuyamen, has it really come to this?

Is it really for the purpose of training that such a large number of talented children are being plundered?

In fact, Zhao Qiujun has always had this doubt in his heart.

"Qiu Jun, are you still not well?"

A gentle male voice came from outside the door. It was Zhao Qiujun's master Ming Haicheng.

Jiang He let out a long breath, and the Xuanhuang Pearl seemed to sense its owner's irritability.

The restrained light gradually floated up again, and the feeling of being able to control it with one's own arms came over my heart.

The Xuan Huang Pearl is only a step away from being completely successfully refined, as it is still far from entering the master's spiritual consciousness.

However, there was no time for him to study at this time.

"Okay, but I have a request. I hope I can go visit her."

Jiang He's voice was hoarse, but he had to utter it.

The hand holding his little finger suddenly tightened. He didn't dare to look at Jin'er's expression at this moment, and stared at Zhao Qiujun.

Zhao Qiujun hesitated for a moment, looked at his bloodshot eyes, and promised:

"I'll accept this on behalf of Master."

After saying that, he walked forward and held Jiner's hand.

But he found that the little girl was holding Jiang He's little finger tightly and refused to let go.

"Jiang He. This?" Zhao Qiujun looked at Jiang He inquiringly.

Jiang He suppressed his heartache, lowered his body, and said softly:

"It's okay, just go with this sister first, and Master will pick you up later."

"Since you have entered the gate, you are a member of our Wuya sect. You can't just leave. Little Junior Sister, don't worry. After entering the gate, you will never miss the outside world again."

Ming Kangliang laughed, but he saw Jiang He glanced at him coldly, and his back suddenly felt cold.

Then he was annoyed that he was actually frightened by a casual cultivator.

But seeing the look Zhao Qiujun gave him, he gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger.

I sneered in my heart: Don't you two have a deep affection for each other? Wait until she enters the sect and see how I deal with her. With more than a dozen new disciples, my father won't blame me too much.

When Jin'er heard his words, she clenched her little hands even tighter and tears welled up in her big eyes.

"Jiang He, hurry up." Zhao Qiujun urged.

He had no choice but to harden his heart and pry open her fingers one by one. As soon as he let go, her hand grabbed the corner of Jiang He's clothes again.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiujun took the initiative to step forward and pick up Jiner, and she did not resist.

He just sat there in her arms, his eyes fixed on Jiang He.

Give me a few more days.

Jiang He muttered to himself and took out a book from his arms.

That was because he made the decision earlier and was worried that she would feel lonely being alone in Wuyamen.

So I copied down part of the story in my mind.

When the little girl saw Jiang He approaching, she thought he was coming to pick her up and she tried to stretch out her hand to Jiang He.

Jiang He let out a long breath and handed the book to her outstretched hand:

"If you are bored in the future, you can read this book. When you finish reading it, Master will send it to you."

Before she finished her words, the book fell straight from her hands.

She turned her head away and no longer looked at Jiang He.

"Ha, hypocritical."

Before leaving, Ming Kangliang whispered with disdain, and he and Zhao Qiujun walked away.

The throbbing pain in his heart made Jiang He ignore his words.

Just follow them out.

Their master Ming Haicheng stood quietly outside the door. This middle-aged man was handsome and free-spirited. His hair was slightly gray, but it did not affect his demeanor at all.

He glanced at Jiang He in surprise, then greeted him in a gentle tone.

Seeing that Jiang He was distracted, he did not respond.

He was not angry, but just smiled gently, with profound meaning.

He waved his hand lightly, summoning a flying sword that expanded rapidly.