Devil Seeds

Human beings will convince themselves.

If suddenly one day, someone came to your door and said that it was your uncle and grandpa who will inherit a large inheritance for you, those who are a bit defensive will definitely not believe it.

But if the other party has even found a lawyer, and asks the bank to transfer 10 million to you first.

Then you still believe it or not?

Don't say that the person who came to the door is already seventy or eighty years old, even if he is only seventeen or eighteen years old... I'm afraid he will believe it.

And spontaneously found a reason for the other party to sign the inheritance agreement...even if the other party is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The situation faced by the red-faced monk at this moment is the same.

Originally, he didn't believe it, but... that Miaotian Zhenjun gave too much.

The scriptures that were being recited in his ear, the red-faced monk only had a rough comprehension, and he also felt that there were great benefits. If he comprehended them carefully, he would spend more time practicing and cultivating, and his cultivation would improve Not impossible.

But the red-faced monk at the moment didn't worry about this scripture at all.

At this moment, he only thinks about one thing... that is how to restore this relationship.

If you can't find a way to ease the relationship before the scriptures are finished, it is very likely that this fate will really be broken.

Fortunately... this scripture seems to be quite long, and I won't be able to finish it in a while.

On the other hand, Ke Xiaoliang, who secretly taught the red-faced monk, was also secretly worried about the red-faced monk.

"Why is this person so stupid? It seems that insight and wisdom really can't be equated. If Song Qingwen had given this time, he would have thought of a way to bring the relationship back. This guy is a little bit useless. Tiao's knowledge... He's still thinking about it this time. It seems that I have to do it myself and give him some strategies." Ke Xiaoliang thought to himself.

Then he used his finger to heart.

Of course, this supernatural power evolved from a demon seed can no longer convey a single sentence, but more like a complete thought or idea.

It's just that it's still just a suggestion and guidance, not a strong replacement.

With the help of Ke Xiaoliang, the red-faced monk didn't care about the way other people looked at him, and knelt down in front of the statue with a thump, thump, thump, and the stone bricks on the ground almost shattered.

"Thank you Miaotian Zhenjun for teaching me the wonderful method. Although the love between you and me is endless, the relationship between master and apprentice is endless. Master, please accept disciple Bao Yulong's respect."

Few of the monks in the Baotong world have inherited the truly ancient master-apprentice system. The so-called sect recruitment is actually not much different from university admissions.

Usually, it is the "teacher" who is responsible for answering questions and teaching classes, not the master.

Only during some extremely special periods would some seniors in the cultivation world openly propose examination questions and then recruit real disciples.

It feels like...it's almost the same as a tutor recruiting graduate students. When a disciple starts to practice, what he learns is still only knowledge, and at the same time helps the master to do some work within his ability, but he is rarely able to be like the master-student in the ancient inheritance. The apprentice inherits the master's social relations, network resources and even real wealth.

Speaking of most of them, the word "teacher" is used, and the word "father" is out of the question.

Based on these principles of openness, some outstanding monks often don't have only one 'master', and those masters don't care about the problem of switching to other sects... unless there are some 'masters' In the meantime, there was already suspicion and enmity, but that was different.

Before Bao Yulong said that his master was the Daoist Taiwu, and the patriarch Mengji Immortal... There is nothing wrong with this statement. What is problematic is that in the Myriad Dao Sect of Baotong World, there is not a single monk who can be called a disciple of Daoist Taiwu. There are eight hundred thousand, and there are even more monks who can be called disciples of Immortal Mengji, and they are not even limited to the Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

That is an act of pulling the tiger's skin to pull the banner.

Therefore, at this moment, Bao Yulong kowtowed directly to pay homage to his teacher, and it was no psychological burden for him.

As for the monks walking with Bao Yulong, some of them were still in a daze, while some were shrewd, like Bao Yulong, they knelt down in front of the statue first.

Ke Xiaoliang smiled, but he did not reveal his real body in the world of high martial arts, but transmitted the sound to Bao Yulong.

"Hey... idiot! Idiot! You and I are friends of the same generation, but now you are doing this, why bother?"

Bao Yulong said loudly: "Master's magical power is profound, and he travels in the myriad worlds with his spiritual light, playing games in the world. My disciple is still rolling in the world of mortals, unable to see through the ethics of life and death. Naturally, he should be a disciple."

As a person of self-strategy and self-persuasion, Bao Yulong has already had a series of guesses and explanations for this "Miaotian Zhenjun" deep in his heart.

"This fate has already been broken, and the fruit of the past is repaid today... I didn't expect you to be so smart, so it's okay..."

"It's just that it's easy to be my brother, just have a drink with me. It's not easy to be my apprentice. I need you to do three things for me before I consider adding you to my door." Ke Xiaoliang continued.

Bao Yulong said loudly: "Master, tell me, this disciple will definitely do it."

Ke Xiaoliang said: "This world was originally entrusted to me by my old friend to take care of it. It has a lot to do with it. But now it has been targeted by evil gods, and it is in danger of being overthrown. I want you to perfect the martial arts of this world for me, and gather all sentient beings." The power to promote the evolution of the world. This is my first test for you, and when you do it... I will give you the second test."

After finishing speaking, with a wave of his sleeves in reality, a purple jade dragon suddenly appeared in front of Bao Yulong in Gaowu World.

The jade dragon is burning with true flames, circulating a heaven-reaching precious light.

Baoguang converged, and turned into a purple crystal flying sword in front of Bao Yulong.

"The name of this sword is 'Zi Ying', which was forged by Western Taibai Yuanjing. It is impervious to all evil, and I will give you self-defense today. This sword can be unsealed layer by layer. If you complete the task well, the power of the sword will gradually increase. , the method of controlling the sword left in it will also be compatible with you. Until one day... this sword is completely integrated with your soul and brought out of this world."

After that, there was no more sound.

No matter how Bao Yulong shouted, there was no reply.

However, this conversation did not deliberately 'conceal' it as before.

Therefore, all the monks who followed Bao Yulong also saw Bao Yulong's "adventurous encounter" and looked at Bao Yulong with open envy and jealousy in secret.

Among them, Xiuge is the most.

Xiuge's family has a long history, his father is a real apprentice of Taiwu Daoist, and an internal executive of the company built by Taiwu Daoist, now he follows Bao Yulong and others into the world of high martial arts, calling Bao Yulong and others his uncle, secretly Not really a big deal.

Seeing Bao Yulong having an adventure now, his heart is full of greed, jealousy and dissatisfaction.

Secretly remembering this fate, he planned to return to Baotong World after leaving Gaowu World, report back to his father, and try to see if he can cut off the beard.

No matter what other people think.

Holding the Ziying sword in his hand, Bao Yulong's heart was surging.

"It's an antique flying sword. The runes flowing inside the sword body, and the material itself... are all the oldest flying sword styles. They are completely refined with materials and great mana. Although they are not like our current Baotong The flying swords in the world are so multifunctional and fancy, but they are the most durable, practical, and have great potential."

"Brother Bao is very lucky. You don't have to be like us in the future. You have to get a new flying sword every few years, and you have to pay the maintenance fee and service fee every month. It's just this point, Brother Bao! It will make a lot of money!" A monk who also came from Baotong World said sourly in an extremely envious tone.