Chapter 82: Everyone loves the little teacher.

Under the eyes of the public, the pure peak of the peak, the second generation of disciples, the most loved little brother, the most beloved close disciple of Weiyangzong’s head, sitting in the pool of the confession. Look down at the golden pot, and your eyes are red and silent.
Di Haosi immediately couldn't sit still, and the momentum slammed the sleeves and opened the crowd. The violent jump was like thunder: "That is the baby's most precious pot of my baby apprentice, you pay for it!"
Fang Zhuan hurriedly helped him, and he was so eager to accompany him. Everyone looked up and even apologized, and guaranteed a certain amount of compensation. Di Wenqing people can't get in and they are eager to go straight outside.
At one time, the soldiers were in a mess, and they could hardly stop.
The water in the sacred pool is originally bleached, so if you have a distraction, you will feel the pain. Lu Yan took into account the pure heart and mind, did not call Su Shi personally into the Tao. However, I did not expect that my own dye would have been bleached.
Seeing that the situation became difficult to control for a moment, Lu Hao’s heart was so heavy that he grasped the hand of Su’s hand:
It’s too late, I will attach his body first, if it is

Listening to his words, Su Shi almost appeared in front of the small Jin people sitting in the pool, surrounded by golden light and aura.
"No! That's the thing in the system store. If it fades again, you will directly make him a golden body!"
Clearly remembering the end of his mask, Su Shi hurriedly dragged his arm and pulled the man back: "I still comfort the heart, I am afraid he wants to make trouble..."
The voice fell, and the demons had already glared at the golden cauldron and jumped out of the water.
The Zhengdao Pool was originally used by Xianjia Zhibao to clean up the dust and wash away the miscellaneous thoughts. The heart and the devil are determined to be clean and only want the pot. Naturally, there will be no strange feelings. On the contrary, because the body is just Shu Mo Yuan Ying, the Yuan Yin is wrong and his Yuan Ying is tempered again. Going up a few steps.
Nearly seven layers of the robbery period, the powerful spirits surged, the mysterious sacred clothes were scattered, the snow-colored lining was instantly dried, the ink-colored cranes were hit by the aura, and the dragons were pressed with silver lines. It seems to be alive in an instant.
The various factions that came to look for things today did not enter the robbery period. Everyone was flustered for a while. Many people were stunned by the temper, and they felt that they were dizzy and difficult to support. They all screamed at the head.
The head has made up his mind to ask the apprentice to vent his anger, but he will no longer have more control. One of the sleeves was backed by Fang Yixi, and the two sons were sent back to the place where they went. The old was watching the scene in the hall.
These people are forcing themselves into the pool, and the pot will fade.
A good pot, only a few days after sleeping. The devil was angry and wronged, and his face was still cold and tidy in his face, but his eyes were full of urgency, and he was screaming at the pot, and the screams of the ones rang.
In the grand hall, the masters of the ancestral gates were chased and chased, and the dynasty of the dynasty, such as the jade, was chased by the golden pot in the back, and his face was cold and tears.
The situation became more and more chaotic.
No matter how powerful the seven layers of the robbery period, even if you only use the pot to swear, it is enough for everyone. If there is a bottom gas, you can still fight back and fight, but on the other side of the land, you can barely sacrifice the magic weapon to resist. But I don't want the pot to go down, under the blazing mana, the magic weapon in my hand is gone.
"Come on, the pot is also a magic weapon, less to say is too Taijin Jinxian level!"
"Go, we must be trapped!"
"Di Haosi Laofufu! The old man ruined your apprentice a pot, was taken away from a Jiuyang Zhending, even if it is still clear! Don't come back!"
"The old man's purple gold sand stove has also been taken away! We will not report the hatred of the three disciples, no more trouble to find the ink knife door!"
......
Everyone can't take care of it, and they rushed to the door. The original noisy hall was cleaned in a blink of an eye.
Su Shi was in a complicated mood and looked up at Lu Hao.
The latter also got a toothache and took a breath: "My original plan was to make it more like a magic weapon..."
It now appears that the realm of comprehension is clearly based on the value of the face.
As long as the appearance is full of golden eyes, even the unreasonable tyrannical means of robbing the mantra will only be classified as the treasure of the golden fairy level, and no one will move a little to the magic road.
The two people are generally in a complicated mood. When they look at each other, the demons have already walked straight toward the corner where they stood.
The demons can sense that they are in the house, and it has long been meaningless to hide them. Lu Yan sighed and removed the illusion, and completely illuminate the two figures.
"Little teacher?"
Seeing that there was still a younger brother next to Lu’s body, Fang Xiangxi’s eyes showed a deep suspicion, and looked back and forth at two people who were almost identical:
This is, how is this?

"The method of distraction! Disciple, have you really mastered the method of distraction?"
In the eyes of the head, there was a sudden surprise, and the pace was over. One hand held the arm of one of the disciples and looked back and forth. The face not only showed a deep smile.
"Okay, good! This method of distraction should have been made by Yuan Ying, but it has been lost after the generation of the founder. So no one can master it. It is impossible to get it after the rise. No wonder you are entering the country so fast. It turns out that you have revived this method of distraction!"
Fang Zhuxi heard his words brightly, but he couldn’t help but surprise: "Master, since the younger brother has mastered the method of distraction, can you tell the younger brother to preach?"
"Absolutely not! The husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of crimes, not to mention that your younger brother is now the nail in the eyes of everyone. I can’t wait to dig into the pits and harm him. I have once had a thing today, wouldn’t there be a second time?

The head of the house looked like a sigh, and he snorted and took the Soviet Union’s arm: "This matter must not be known to others. You will be enough for one person. Even Master and your brothers don't have to teach, do you know?"
When Su was dumb, he had to lean over. The head was relieved, and his eyes fell thoughtfully on the tall young man beside him.
No wonder the clothes are so beautiful, and they rushed down the mountain. It was not for girls, but for a young man.
Whether it is a man or a woman, they must be good for their own children.
The head turned pale, and it was necessary to make a thorough questioning of the other side. The demons suddenly pulled Lu's sleeves and handed the golden cauldron in front of him.
The arrogant youth swords and eyebrows are handsome and cold, and the dragon-printed inks on the body are full of scent. The scattered ink is scattered from the shoulders, and the hands are holding the golden pot, and the tears are slamming down. Falling, red eyes staring at him not talking.
Facing the face that looks like a lover, Lu Hao really can't be soft, and swears at the head, and all the dyes are added.
The rich black air rushed out from the cuffs, and the head slammed back halfway, looking at the uninvited guest, his eyes vaguely showing vigilance.
No matter the heart and the devil, I saw that the pot was black and shiny again, and the eyes reappeared in the eyes. I hugged the pot back into my arms and quickly walked back to the Zendo pool and threw it in.
The black pot fell into the pool of the sacred road, and a bunch of air bubbles emerged. As a result, the magical air quickly dissipated, and even the pool gradually turned boiling.
Everyone has different minds, but they all follow the past. Waiting for the bubbling bubbles in the pool to be scattered, I saw a golden pot of cauldron lying quietly at the bottom of the pool. The unusually pure golden color made the eyes hurt.
......
"Da Luo Jinxian!"
The head screamed, and refused to burn the pool water. He rushed to catch the pot and whipped his hands and looked back and forth.
"It's Da Luo Jinxian's right! Shangxian is a little fascinating? I am not only qualified, but also smart and filial, benevolent and loyal, cute..."
Su Shi can't listen, interrupted: "Master"
"How to call me Master! This kind of opportunity, you don't know how to grasp it yourself, do you have to worry about the teacher for you?"
In a blink of an eye, Lu Hao’s identity was determined. The head immediately did not have the previous momentum. Instead, he pushed the Su Shi to Lu’s side and pushed the gold pot backhand to the demon:
Hold, hold, this is good stuff……"
"This is fake, I don't want it!"
The demons have been for a long time, and finally they can't help but start their temper and force the pot into the pool.
The pool splashed into the ground, and when it landed on the ground, it began to bubbling, making a chilling sound.
Originally, it was born from the pot. Anything that touches the pot is a bit of a thing, and the demons will be obsessed with death. There is no such thing as calm and rational. Both of them were helpless at the moment. Su Shi took a deep breath and was about to force the demons to go offline. The door suddenly ran into a small figure.
"Mu brother, give you a pot!"
Di Wen Qing Xing ran in with high spirits, carrying a sturdy big iron pot on his back, and stumbled into the arms of the demons.
The devil was slightly stunned, and he hugged him for a long while, raising his hand and rubbing his hair.
Gleefully plunged into the arms of the ink, Di Wenqing looked bright, took the heavy iron pot off the body, and tried to immerse himself in the pool to show him: "This is what I secretly took out from Danfang. You see, it doesn't fade!"
I am worried that the splashed water will hurt my son, and the color of the palm of the hand will change slightly. I am about to step forward my son. The demons have already opened their sleeves, and the water is easily shaken. The thick and soft fabric will take care of the little guy. A solid.
Di Wenqing followed him to Danfang Alchemy every day for a few days, and he was not afraid at all. He squatted on his crane and raised his hand to cover his neck: "Mu brother, I will give you a pot, you have to marry mine!"
The pot of Danfang is for the alchemy, specially forged with the outer iron. Not only is it hard and strong, it does not react with any fairy grass, it is even more incomparable. Even if it falls into the pool of the card, it is just washed down with some pot ash, but the color is still the same.
With the pot, the devil looks a little stunned, and the cold eyebrows soften in an instant.
Looking down, looking at the little guy with bright eyes in his arms, the corner of his heart and lips finally curled up and smashed his head.
Di Wenqing was dissatisfied, still holding his sleeve and not letting go, the devil was dumbfounded, and he pointed his finger on his forehead: "Is that not growing up soon?"
Di Wen Qing snorted and raised his hand to cover his forehead. He was happy to go up and down. He dragged him and ran out: "I will go to practice! Gogo is also going!"
Although the demons were pulled by him like this, they were not impatient, but their eyes were vaguely gentle. They took the pot into the sleeves and dragged them out.
They all firmly did not look at the inferior seller.
Seeing that a crisis of demon self-destruction was wiped out in an instant, Lu Hao was a little relieved and reacted very quickly. He took Su Shi to his side: "Shu Mo has my care, and the head can be assured. Since I like to get along with the distraction, I will teach the distraction to stay, and at the same time cultivate with the Yuanshen, I can also benefit more."
The head was unwilling, and readily accepted, and the two men personally sent out the mountain gate, and stuffed a lot of heavenly treasures.
Looking at the two men's swords and go, the face of the face is gratified and smiled gradually faded away, and turned back to the side of the river to the cold channel: "How did the barriers run out?"
Fang Xunxi looked a glimpse, only hesitated before he leaned down and said: "Master's atonement, the disciple does not know."
"Go back and check clearly! Before that, some people have said that the demon ran into our Weiyang, it is not a hole in the wind. The barrier has been framed twice before your brother, this time Wen Qing is in danger, and he is inextricably linked with him. There is a demon in..."
The head did not say anything, just sighed and turned to Yu Jian to go back to the mountains.
"Remember to have a look at the artifacts that suddenly appeared next to him. There have been many legends before. Those who have been devastated by the mighty, or artificially, or hidden in some reiki treasures. Dare to enter the channel, most of which is the latter."
Fang Zhuoxi’s heart was shocked, and he leaned down and whispered, and couldn’t help but worry:
But Master, although all the factions have not been able to get good from my Weiyang, the news has been passed out. In the long run, the reputation of Zongmen can be damaged?"
"It’s just a reputation. It’s fine.

The head waved slightly, and Shen Shen said for a moment: "If there is nothing, ask your younger brother to go out for a few laps. It is just an incense that is overcharged. It is enough to spend another ten years..."
Originally, he also admired his master's high and low level. When he heard the latter part of the sentence, Fang Zhuoxi went up and wrongly, but the head had already returned to the room, and he planned to close again.
"Let me loose me! I am the son of the head, who is the courage to give you, dare to lock me here!"
Under the cliff, Di Wenhong, who has been ragged, has been locked up with mysterious iron.
He has no spiritual power, and he has just got hurt in the pool of the test. When I was blown by the hurricane under the mountain, I felt that I was so painful that I couldn’t wait to kill him directly.
Fang Xunxi looks complicated and whispers: "Wen Hong, if you don't obsess yourself, you have to force your brother, why is this?"
"But I know clearly that he is possessed by a demon, there will be no mistake!"
Di Wenhong’s face was too long, and he couldn’t care much. He struggled and said:
How do you only believe in him, don’t believe me?

"You two have clearly entered the card pool, you must say that the card is also called who made the hands and feet, can not detect the magic of the younger brother!"
Seeing that he was always obsessed with obscurity, Fang Zhuxi’s patience was finally exhausted, and he screamed with a sigh of relief.
"Everyone knows you, my brother, you are the same age, your heart is not flat, it is also human nature! But just because of this, you will not be unscathed? I ask you, even if the demon really encroached on the body of the younger brother, How can you know if you can't see it with your own eyes?"
"I"
Di Wenhong’s mind has already fallen, and it’s almost necessary to say that he has introduced the demon into the body of Shumo. The ear suddenly sounds a familiar, gloomy voice:
Stop! Do you want me to be buried with you?!

There are only two of them in the hole, and this voice is as if it is introduced into the ear.
The gloomy low drink suddenly called him back, and he was shocked that he almost ruined his life because of a sentence, and he was so scared that he could not say anything.
Seeing him without words, Fang Chuanxi only felt guilty because of lying, but he did not want to believe that, as Master had speculated, Di Wenhong would have been linked to the demons. He swept his side and saw that nothing could be used as a spiritual thing to hide the soul. He would not say more, just whispered: "You have to be obsessed again, so you can do it yourself."
Di Wenhong still stunned because of the sound of the ear, and almost did not pay attention to his words, but just fell to the ground and fell to the ground. Fang Yixi sighed and turned and left.
When his figure disappeared completely, Di Wenhong finally turned his eyes around and shuddered and said: "You, what are you going to do? I am now a waste, and it is useless to ask for my life!"
"Looking down."
The gloomy voice sounded again, and he found out that he didn't know when he had fallen into a pure black pot. It was exquisite and compact, and it was easy to hold it in the palm of his hand. It fell like a stone on the ground, and it was extremely difficult to attract attention.
Listening to the sound, there was no killing, and Di Wenhong finally got bold and smashed the pot.
Seeing that he was finally sensible, the voice laughed and said slowly: "Can you remember what you did before?"
Di Wenhong shivered and couldn't speak, but his heart was mirrored.
He used to be in the Treasure House, not only to identify Shumo, but also to sell the demon. If Fangxixi refused to believe it, the demon in the body of Shumo was already removed.
Now, if the other party comes to seek revenge, how can he only survive if he lives? He had already been abolished in Dantian, and he had no place in the Zongmen. However, it was a lingering death. If Shumo had murdered him, he would only say one thing. Anyone can kill him.
After thinking about this, his face turned out to be a bit stunned and smirked: "Are you coming to seek revenge? Come on, nothing more than death, I have something terrible!"
"You want to die, I don't want to."
The voice rang quietly, revealing a black air, and lingering around him in a hurry.
"On that day, you betrayed me in the same way as Fang Xunxi. This is the venom of the wind that makes the rudder cross the river. It is very compatible with my demon, but the brain is still worse. What should you think of after the testimony? Can you still stay in Shumo? Shumo’s own will is strong, if I can’t compete with him, what is the reason, isn’t it telling people from the world to kill me?

There were originally a lot of loopholes in this speech. I heard it in the early days of Di Wenhong, but it was like a long drought, and my eyes were brightly lit. I went straight to my knees: "Thank you, thank you for your predecessors, and the younger generation understands!"

"You are enough to climb."
The voice laughed. Suddenly, a book fell from the air and fell to his feet. He continued to faintly say: "If you continue to practice, you don't have to call my master. There is no righteousness in the demon. I need you to practice magic. You can use your magic to recover your body, and you can benefit from it. You may not be able to make a difference in the future, so you are willing?"
"Will, willing, thank you seniors!"
Di Wenhong did not suspect him, his eyes released a surprise, and he screamed at the head and put the book in his hand, and immediately cultivated it.
The black mist slowly slid into the pot, and the small pot shook twice, and there was no movement.
After the shackles of the cliffs, the body of Di Wenhong was frozen and stiffened.
There were foreign disciples who sent the food. Di Wenhong squatted and picked up the book. He went back to take the warmth and practice again. The small pot suddenly released the black fog and locked him up: "I can’t eat hard, How is magic power great!"
Di Wenhong’s temperament couldn’t be created. At this time, it’s cold and hungry. It’s already a retreat:
Predecessors, cultivation is too bitter

"Bitterness is also to suffer! If you are not so suffering, how can you recover your hatred and put those people under your feet!"
The sound suddenly became severe, and the voice screamed: "Is it hard for you to cultivate, isn't it for yourself? How can I not know how to behave like this? I am not accompanying you to go hungry and frozen here!"
Thinking of the humiliation in the hall, Di Wenhong's chest was bloody, and his teeth were re-shouldered and sat down, and the hair was condensed and enchanted.
There are half of the divisions who share the same pains and sorrows with themselves, and there are magical cultivations. There will always be a day of magical powers. He must let everyone step on his feet to be able to vent their hatred!
"Okay, so we have magic."
The cave is warm and spring, and on the soft skin, Lu Yan puts the light on the lover and lays down the monitor.
The quality of the dye is already at the top of the system store, but it will still be invisible under the channel. If you don't want to call a professional staff member who is acting as a villain to come to the rescue field, you have to do it yourself.
Calmly blew out the shaking red candle, Lu Yan licked the lover's hair top, and kissed it with his body: "Don't worry, I will always urge him, and ask him to be diligent..."