Chapter 3 A Little Embarrassing Most of the immortal cultivators care about their face, and no matter how poor they are, they will not think of taking away the equipment on their bodies. His best disciple always said that those insignificant things were a waste, and every time he said a lot of crooked reasons - "I don't go out, so who knows whether I wear shoes or comb my hair at home? I care about your feelings by dressing myself well! You have no idea! How much spiritual stones are burned by doing research! I just saved some money, what's wrong with that?" The elders can't bear to see this, so why don't you buy it for her? On a whim, she came up with a good idea, and immediately took off everything that could be taken off, disassembled it, and processed it into all kinds of weird little gadgets. I don’t know how she did it. With this unique skill in hand, she would become rich even if she recycled old magic weapons. But she always said that she should use her rare smart brain to think of great inventions that could change the world of cultivation. Those jobs that had no technical content were a pure waste of her time! Listen to what you are saying? It’s better not to mention it!
Cultivating immortality is nothing more than cultivating an enlightened mind. Since the child insists, it is difficult for her master to say anything to her and she can only let her do what she wants. Unexpectedly, this naughty monkey was not only ungrateful, but also kept stepping on his bottom line and jumping around. Seeing that his master clenched his fists, Wei Wenxin knew that he was about to go crazy with anger, so he immediately put away his pitiful look. After staying there quietly for a while, he remembered what his master had said before, raised his head again, and glanced at him secretly. As expected of a disciple raised by her master, she has inherited all of her master's unique skills. Her eyes are very expressive. [The other elders haven't arrived yet, the more pitiful you are, the better! ] 【Master, you are not smart. 】 The natal immortal sword began to tremble wildly again. Taoist Qingyuan gritted his teeth and luckily he didn't just turn around and leave! Afraid that his master would faint from anger, and no one would rescue him later, Wei Wenxin immediately took out a small pickaxe with a restrained aura from his storage ring: "Hey, Master! Let me show you a super useful treasure!" The eldest disciple had a very unique way of thinking, and eight out of ten times Qingyuan Daojun wanted to pretend not to see her new inventions. But today is different. It is most likely the weapon that destroyed the Cliff of Repentance. Taoist Qingyuan used his spiritual sense to hook the small pickaxe head over, and without blinking, put it into his storage ring. The term brainless guard refers to people like him. In order to not let the master's reputation be ruined in his later years, the apprentice should be strict with himself. Wei Wenxin looked at his master blankly, and got a sharp glare as he wished. His shoulders suddenly slumped and he became listless. Taoist Qingfeng watched the whole process calmly from the side without saying a word. The Wanjian Sect's ancestral tradition of protecting their own people was the same way she was treated when her master was still alive, so she wasn't envious. The noise at the Cliff of Repentance was too loud to be concealed. As she expected, the sect leader notified all the sect leaders immediately.
Such a serious incident had not occurred in the sect for many years. Apart from those who were away from home and could not come back, even the old ancestor who was meditating in the forbidden area and was about to pass away came here on crutches. Wei Wenxin knelt obediently. Whenever someone came, she looked at the other person pitifully and called out in a soft voice. Everyone was angry and helpless. They wanted to curse as soon as they entered the door, but they couldn't open their mouths. Taoist Qing Yuan had a stern face, and he relaxed and clenched his fists in his sleeves many times before he regained his composure. A lot of things have happened recently, which really tested his mental strength. When he was young, he was also a famous romantic immortal. He liked to attend banquets, various gatherings, and he liked to invite friends to go everywhere to practice... I always feel that there is no need to rush in cultivation. Just follow the steps like the predecessors. With his master and talent, his future will be smooth. When the eldest disciple came to the sect, he was always getting into trouble, so he unconsciously became a cultivation fanatic. He was busy with life and death all day long, and his cultivation was far ahead of his peers. But this is still not enough for him to cope with today's situation. The Cliff of Repentance is of great significance to the sect. He definitely can't take the blame for this. This silly child doesn't seem to be afraid at all. She's hoping that the master can easily pick her up like he did in the past, right? Hey. Fortunately, he also has a master. Although it sounds bad to be dependent on one's parents, having parents to depend on is something that others cannot envy. People gradually arrived, and the entire Law Enforcement Hall was filled with seats according to their seniority and cultivation. The troublemaker had never seen so many elders at once, and he knew that if he wasn't careful today he would get a severe beating, so he slid behind his master very smoothly. On the smooth floor, a dark drag mark was left in the blink of an eye, which made all the elders who had just sat down pause. Taoist Qing Yuan really wanted to kick her, he turned his head to glance at her and saw that the evil creature was in panic, wishing she could hide in his arms like she did when she was a child. But in the end he felt soft-hearted, so he sighed and did not move. In the world of immortal cultivation, the relationship between master and disciple is as close as that between biological parents, not to mention that Wei Wenxin was raised by Taoist Master Qingyuan from infancy, so the relationship is naturally extraordinary. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wei Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief. When the master lifted her skirt and sat on the other side in a casual manner, she said lazily: "Oh, am I late?" She immediately moved and huddled closer to her master. She doesn't want to be so cowardly! But it really hurts when a sword cultivator hits someone! After doing something like this, she couldn't say anything no matter how many elders hit her out of frustration. It’s still safer to be with the master. Taoist Qing Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, but seeing that his disciple was begging for mercy with a smirk on his face, he just snorted and said nothing. The master’s Taoist name is Mingzhen. He wears a green robe, has waist-length hair, and is gentle and quiet. As soon as she sat down, there was another person next to her. She was not surprised. He just turned his head and looked at her with amusement. I knew she liked to act pitiful every time she made a mistake, but I didn't expect her to be so pitiful this time.
Mingzhen sighed, performed a Jingchen Jue to clean her up, then took out a comb and patiently combed her hair. This disciple has long, thick, black hair. With her enthusiasm for research, she works from dawn to dusk, but she is not bald. I have to say, it is great to be able to practice. Gently comb the hair with the white jade comb, and the hair will separate automatically. After combing her hair, she took out a brand new spiritual hairpin and tied her hair into a bun, then took out a brand new pair of magic shoes and handed them to her. Seeing her dressed, Ming Zhen said helplessly: "Look at you, you're in trouble again!" Wei Wenxin saw that her trouser legs had several holes in them, so she took out a large cloak and wrapped herself in it. Just as she was about to speak, the master gently touched her head, motioning her not to say anything more. She looked up at her second disciple, but her expression immediately changed: "I told you a long time ago that the child is still young and you need to keep an eye on him. Look at you, if you had paid more attention, things wouldn't have turned out like this!" Wei Wenxin didn't dare to add fuel to the fire. He shrank his neck and turned his head to take a look. Sure enough, veins on his master's forehead were bulging. There is always this risk when you cling to two people at the same time. Don't panic. Small scene. Sure enough, like every family that has had the experience of grandparents raising their children, the grand master began to blame the master for not teaching her well, and the master began to blame the grand master for doting on her too much. Neither of them gave in to the other. But no one scolded her for not learning her lesson. My heart feels sore and swollen. Wei Wenxin secretly swore that she would never cause trouble again, and this time would definitely be the last time. Even though she knew that this was just to appease herself and she would definitely do it again next time, at this moment, her sincerity was very strong. Seeing her cowardly look, Taoist Qing Yuan couldn't help but glare at her again! If you dare to destroy the Cliff of Repentance today, you will probably dare to dig up your ancestors’ graves tomorrow! I couldn't suppress my anger. "Just spoil her! If I didn't pay attention to her, she would have been beaten to death eight hundred times!" When one's cultivation is high, even if one has not practiced the Word Spirit Technique, it is not appropriate to speak nonsense if one has something to say. Daoist Master Mingzhen immediately frowned and rebuked him: "Don't you see how old you are? How old is she? She seldom goes out, and her personality is simple. She is still a child! Be tolerant of her!" Taoist Qingyuan was almost crying with anger at his old age! When he was young, his master clearly didn’t say this! If he wasn't afraid that this bastard wouldn't be able to get away today, he would have left first! Whose disciple is still a child at the age of 208? ! Wei Wenxin shrank a little more again, and from a distance, she looked like a ball. After all, I'm not thick-skinned enough. Sometimes, it is a bit embarrassing. My writing style has long been established. I consider myself to be simple, humorous, relaxed, and occasionally a little touching. In my mind, immortal cultivation literature is refreshing, intense, and grand... I am more suitable for writing daily articles, and should not touch immortal cultivation literature. However, there are always readers who tell me, don’t people in the immortal cultivation world have a life? Tired of reading refreshing articles, don’t you want to take a break? Life is already very hard, and everyone needs to relax. I think it makes sense and I should give it a try. The reason why this book appeared is that the previous one was caught by the censorship. At that time, my mental state was a bit crazy, so the mental state of the eldest sister was more or less beautiful. You should be able to understand this from the introduction. Everyone, please read a few chapters to feel it. If you don’t hate this style, I sincerely ask everyone to help me get the data. Leave a message, like others’ messages; invest in new books; recommend monthly tickets; add to book lists; even post on various platforms to promote (I won’t mention such vicious suggestions as posting on WeChat Moments)… If the author gets enough positive feedback, he will be full of creative passion and turn into a typewriter, really! Okay, I’m done with the rambling. See you tomorrow morning at 7 o’clock. I have a manuscript saved! Super loud! (End of this chapter)