Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

I have to say, as soon as this girl appeared, it seemed that the style of painting around her became sharper. How did this girl train her physique to be so low?

Chu Wuji had seen her several times, so luckily he was a little used to her. He said:

"Yes, where are Senior Jiujiu and Master Ning Xianzhi?"

Quan Lei Da looked like he had just been practicing for a while. The blue veins on his elbows were bulging like earthworms. Many strong men could not achieve such an effect through practice.

She waved and led the way: "Yes, they are discussing something with the elders. It's not over yet. I'll take you to take a sneak peek."

Chu Wuji followed all the way and asked curiously, "Why is the meeting being held here?"

"Some time ago, Crane Immortal came here once. At that time, Master said that he wanted to entertain the old senior, so he came back."

"Well, I know that."

"Then Hermit Crane left, and Master didn't return to the Sutra Library to work. She just stayed in the house drinking for a few days. Now the elders are not convinced and have come to nag Master, forbidding her to slack off."

"...It's something that Jiujiu-senpai can do."

This is a bit too cheerful, they are all like old naughty boys, except Ning Xianzhi, she is a young mother, not an old naughty boy!

The place where the elders discussed things was located in a building that looked like a winery. In fact, this was the residence of Taoist Jiuwu. In her words, every time she saw this winery, she felt the warm atmosphere of being home.

Chu Wuji and Quan Leida hid outside the door, and the strong man and woman acted stealthily, peeking at what was happening inside.

Ning Xianzhi was very sensitive and noticed the slight movement at the door. She turned her head and met the eyes of her handsome son. She suddenly didn't want to stay with her friend anymore and planned to leave.

"Mother, I'm practicing martial arts on the terrace at the top of the mountain. I'll wait for you slowly. Don't worry." Chu Wuji conveyed the message through mouth shapes.

The noble and cold female immortal nodded slightly, temporarily suppressing the urge to leave and not disturbing her son's practice.

Chu Wuji and Quan Leida returned to the spacious terrace, communicated with each other about their moves, and then began to practice sparring.

This can't even be considered a competition. Winning or losing is not a concern. It's more like serving as sparring partners. What to practice naturally needs to be agreed upon in advance, and there is no pursuit of a surprise victory.

Quan Lei Da may seem strange, but he is also the direct disciple of Jiuwu Taoist. He grew up in the Shenxiao Sect. He has been practicing for a much longer time than Yun Qingying, and has a solid foundation in cultivation.

She was about to say, "I will only use palm techniques and not use other abilities to balance my methods," but she remembered that such words were disrespectful, so she decided to try while fighting and slowly adjust the degree to which she used her spiritual energy.

"Junior Brother Chu, even when you're sparring, you have to put in the effort. Don't be so gentle and considerate of me because I'm young. If you do that, the sparring won't be effective!"

"Okay~"

Chu Wuji felt more and more that this was the direct teaching from Senior Jiujiu, and he had learned a lot of his temperament.

He used the Huo Dou's spiritual talent, and the ability to control fire instantly merged into his body. He threw a simple straight punch at the opponent's face, and then he used the "Thunder Dragon Palm".

Fists and palms collided, and the Fire Beast Huodou pounced on the Purple Thunder Dragon. Surprisingly, the two sides were evenly matched, with no significant difference.

Quan Leida was surprised. She practiced palm techniques in order to better control thunder techniques, starting from the details and gradually improving herself. However, this palm technique also belonged to the orthodox exercises of the Shenxiao Sect. When it was practiced to perfection, it could be regarded as a magical power and could attract thunder with one palm.

This actually matched Chu Wuji's unexplained fire power, and it was even on par?!

She was full of admiration: "No wonder Junior Brother Chu can fight both the Qilin beast and the Jiaolong. Senior Sister, I have to use some tricks. I'm sorry to offend you!"

Rather than saying it is a means to an end, it is better to say that there is no need to worry anymore, and there is no need to worry about damaging the harmony during practice.

"How can I offend you?" Chu Wuzhi smiled and hooked his finger.

Quan Lei Da took out a small awl and hit it with a hammer, turning the top of the peak into a thunderstorm with dense lightning. She used all her strength to perform palm techniques, drawing out two slender little dragons of lightning, which attacked Chu Wu Ji together with her palms.

Chu Wuji wanted to take back his words. Why did he need to use magic weapons?

But it's better this way. Unless the situation is this serious, it is not enough to simulate a sudden battle.

The elders in the winery mansion sensed the fighting outside, but they didn't take it seriously at first. The girl Quan Lei Da often helped the brothers to massage and dissolve blood stasis, and the fighting was quite loud, but this time was a little different.

Giving my senior brother a massage wouldn't require the use of a magic weapon, right? And why is there... the aura of a ferocious beast?

"Everyone, am I misinterpreting this? Why are there movements of ferocious beasts?!"

One elder was puzzled, and the other elders followed suit. The key point was that they could not identify what kind of ferocious beast it was from its breath.

The drunken and dancing Taoist hid in the crowd, pinching his throat and speaking in a rough voice:

"Why don't we all go take a look together? Maybe some ferocious beast has invaded the sect. I'm already tired of talking, so I'd better go out and get some fresh air."

"That makes sense! Let's go and see what the younger generations are up to." The elders responded in unison, brushed their robes, stood up and went out to see what was going on.

The Jiuwu Taoist priest had a look of pride on her face as she had "made it all". She had long been annoyed by the old Taoist priests in her sect, and now they all gathered on her fairy peak to perform a ceremony, which was extremely annoying!

She had just made an excuse to go out for a while and saw Chu Wuzhi practicing martial arts. She was thinking about his fighting skills, so the Taoist Jiuwu came up with a plan. She asked Chu Wuzhi to go to Shujiu Peak to make some noise, and take the opportunity to lure the old guys out, so that her Shujiu Peak would be peaceful.

A group of elders moved to the terrace at the top of the mountain and saw Chu Wuji and Quan Leida sparring. They were very surprised and rubbed their eyes, thinking that their eyesight was blurry.

"Without the blessing of spiritual energy, how can this flame be driven? Moreover, the purity of this flame is extremely high!"

"Is this training one's own body to become the ancient beast? It's actually forcibly catching up with spiritual energy cultivation..."

The elders are knowledgeable and have seen some evil cultivators over the years who have cultivated themselves into the direction of the demon race. Some of them were deceived by "seniors" and sought the wrong immortal fate, while others were blinded by profit and sought shortcuts.

But Chu Wuji's situation was somewhat different. His body had not undergone any changes. It was more like he had taken over the innate talents of the ferocious beast for himself, or in other words, he had mastered the spirit of a certain ferocious beast.

The elders were surprised and envious: "Elder Ning, you have accepted a good disciple! You just let him grow up outside, and he has become a talented person on his own. He has found the right path by accident..."

Ning Xianzhi remained silent and just nodded slightly.

She felt a little pleased when she heard her fellow Taoists praising her good son.

Elder Bi appeared here with several disciples. Their lineage was very likely to be struck by lightning, so they hid in the house and looked outside. Even if they were struck by lightning, the winery would be struck first.

One disciple muttered, "It's no wonder that the lightning rod was struck by a mortal. Look at his skin, it can actually catch the lightning."

"When we fight him, we can only fly into the sky and can't get close. Even if we use all our magical weapons and supernatural powers, it seems to be no different from defeating a strange beast..."

Elder Bi is now relieved and a little happy. The stronger Chu Wuzhi is, the less shameful it is for his son to be beaten. He won't have to worry about being teased in the future.

It's so heartbreaking...

After the strong man and woman finished their sparring, they took the initiative to salute their predecessors.

Chu Wuji knew how to seize the opportunity. The elders had been chattering for so long, so shouldn't they have left some money for the ticket?

He said respectfully, "Elders, I, Chu Wuji, learned this fire control skill from the Huo Dou, but I can only use it roughly. Could you give me some guidance?"

The elders of the immortal family are not proficient in everything and each has his own strengths. In cases like Chu Wuzhi, who is not an evil cultivator but just an evil one, they can only give some suggestions based on their experience.

Something like, "It's said that Huo Dou eats fire and pulls fire. You might as well go and eat some of the fire from the alchemy furnace. It's very nourishing!" "Can you bear the pulling fire? I'll give you some healing pills."

When the voices of suggestions gradually died down, Jiuwu Taoist pinched his throat and whispered:

"Oh, I've been discussing this all day and my hair has gone mad. I'm not going to turn around and help other people's disciples figure out how to practice, am I? I'm going to run away!"

This was the voice of everyone. It was no wonder that they were stingy. Ning Xianzhi had accepted two proud disciples within a year, and everyone was already jealous. Now they had to help him raise his disciples, which was a bit infuriating.

Under the instigation of the Drunken Taoist, the elders left one after another.

Seeing that Shuajiu Peak had returned to peace, Jiuwu Taoist suddenly sat on the ground, sighing with exhaustion:

"Finally, I've driven those old guys away. They've been arguing with me for so long. If I don't have a good mood when drinking, what's the difference between that and not drinking at all?"

Chu Wuji walked forward with a smile and greeted the Jiuwu Taoist.

Taoist Jiuwu reminded him, "Wuji, strictly speaking, I can't teach you the Thunder Dragon Palm, but you can understand the idea of ​​attracting lightning. The Tao is not bound by form!"

Chu Wuji performed a thank you ceremony and said with a smile:

"Well, Senior Jiujiu, you don't have to be so restrictive about alcohol, right? You don't have to drink so much."

Jiuwu Taoist is also very good at pretending to be confused. She nodded deeply:

"It's true that it's not bound by form, so I never drink from the jar, I only care about the wine inside the jar!"

Chu Wuzhi had nothing to say. He exchanged a few pleasantries and asked Ning Xianzhi if he had found any intelligence clues. Then he said goodbye to the Jiuwu Taoist and his apprentice and followed Ning Xianzhi back to Zhuying Peak.

If he didn't go back, Ning Xianzhi would have to take him away personally.

Chapter 355 Ning Xianzhi: Disciples are messing around?!

During the short flight back to Zhuying Peak, Chu Wuji's mind was working rapidly:

"After we go back later, I'm afraid the familiar situation in the small dark room will happen again. It's not a good thing every time. If the matter is exposed, the image of Ning Xianzhi's mother in Qingying's heart will be ruined."

He felt that he had to do something, otherwise, after not seeing each other for such a long time, and spending even more time in the small dark room, it was impossible not to be suspicious.

Clouds flew down on Zhuying Peak. A girl in a fairy-like silk dress just came back from the back mountain. She must have just finished her evening practice. Seeing her master and Chu Wuji coming back, Yun Qingying took the initiative to step forward to greet them.

"Master, Junior Brother, you are back. How is Junior Brother's training going over there?"

"It's okay, but Wuji was mostly called by Jiujiu to be a shield and to send the elders away."

"So that's how it is. Why did Senior Jiujiu suddenly come over and ask me to go over and practice?"

Yun Qingying suddenly realized. She had heard about the situation in Shuajiu Peak these days. Sometimes when Quan Lei Da came to play, he would also say that his master was frowning and drank to relieve his sorrow all day long.

After a few words, Ning Xianzhi really planned to use his familiar opening move again:

"Qingying, Master is preparing to take Wuji into seclusion..."

Chu Wuji hurriedly interrupted, he stopped the words of the fairy Fuyun and said:

"I haven't seen Master for almost the entire spring, and I miss him terribly. I'm going to make up for the lack of respect I've been doing lately, and I'm going to make up for the lack of serving tea and water!"

"That... is fine." Ning Xianzhi nodded slightly.

When she heard Chu Wuzhi say that he missed her, she had no reason to refuse and naturally followed the child's wishes.

"Then please come inside and sit down. I'll make you some tea!"

Chu Wuji enthusiastically and proactively took the wrist of the Lengyan Fairy Mother and brought her into the house to sit down. He then busied himself with making tea, making the deep affection between the master and disciple in the house clear.

Seeing this, Yun Qingying and Madam Jiang did not think there was anything wrong. Judging from the timing, Chu Wuzhi had indeed not visited his master for a long time, so it was normal for him to be eager to express his gratitude now.

"Junior brother, is there anything I can help you with?" Yun Qingying did not stand there in a daze. As a disciple herself, she could not just stand there and watch.

Chu Wuji shook his head repeatedly, indicating that Yun Qingying could go back and rest, and said:

"When I was away, Senior Sister Qingying was honoring Master on my behalf. Now let me make it up to you. You must be tired from practicing, so go and rest first."

Ning Xianzhi nodded slightly, a smile appeared on her sensual lips, and she said softly:

"That's right, Qingying, you should go and rest first. Don't delay your training tomorrow. It's time for Wuji to get busy. But you just finished your training, right? You can stay and chat with me. It's almost time to go back to accompany Madam Jiang."

"Okay." Yun Qingying sat down next to her master.

Mrs. Jiang is usually not invited to such chat occasions. This is not to exclude or alienate her, but actually to show her care for her.

Because a similar situation had happened before, Ning Xianzhi asked the mother and daughter to come and chat, but Mrs. Jiang could not join in on any of the topics. She sat there feeling uncomfortable and kept helping to pour tea, acting like a servant.

After this experience, I will never call her Madam Jiang again. It would only embarrass her if she came.

The master and disciple, both with cool temperaments, sitting together are really pleasing to the eye. The female disciple has a kind of blue and elegant demeanor, and the female master has a kind of beautiful and majestic demeanor.

Chu Wuji served them tea, then went around behind them to help massage their shoulders. He also chatted about some unimportant family matters, mostly about interesting things in the sect and what Chu Wuji had seen and heard on the road.

Let's not mention the matter of the witch tomb for now, Ning Xianzhi already knows about it, and talking about this in a casual chat will only make the atmosphere solemn and serious, which will defeat the purpose of chatting.

Ning Xianzhi's attention was originally on Chu Wuzhi, but she suddenly smelled something strange about her disciple Yun Qingying's scent. She frowned secretly but did not show it.

"The Sericulture Kingdom is truly peculiar. The king's eyes are bulging, unlike those of ordinary humans..."

Chu Wuzhi's voice stopped unconsciously. He stood behind Ning Xianzhi and Yun Qingying. He could see a lot from this perspective and couldn't help but be attracted by the two beautiful scenery with different looks.

Their gaze passed over the slender shoulders of the master and disciple. They each boasted two proudly full breasts, their clothing stretched tight, stretching the fabric's texture and revealing a faint, deep ravine. If they weren't sitting, they'd hardly be able to see what was happening beneath their feet; their vision would be obscured the moment they lowered their heads.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Yun Qingying asked, holding the tea in both hands and sipping it.

Ning Xianzhi stood up, ready to end the small talk, and said calmly:

"Qingying, Wuji is probably tired. He didn't rest at Shuajiu Peak this afternoon and was practicing with Xiaoquan the whole time. He's tired of chatting now and needs to rest. You should go back and accompany Madam Jiang first."

Yun Qingying thought about it and felt that it made sense. She was not the only one who practiced seriously. Chu Wuji had never been lazy either. Moreover, he had just been diligently serving his master and her.

"Then let Junior Brother come over to my place to rest together. We can just make a temporary cloud bed."

"No need. Wuji can stay here with me. He has innate fetal breathing and will recover quickly. I will give him a lecture at night after he has rested well."

After Ning Xianzhi said this, Yun Qingying stopped insisting and stood up, bowed and left, moving back to the next room.

Chu Wuji felt a little nervous and stressed for some reason. Although Ning Xianzhi's tone of voice was calm and peaceful as usual, he still sensed something bad was going on.

Ning Xianzhi couldn't say that she was angry, but she did seem to be a little unhappy.

Chu Wuji got up and closed the door, then lowered the bamboo window to block out the night and moonlight.