Rong Yi: "From the moment I kill you with my sword, we no longer have the status of master and disciple."
Wen Zheliu suppressed the sting in his heart: "Then I..."
"It's the sweetheart Rong Yi asks for but can't get."
Wen Zheliu: Not good! My apprentice is attacking my teaching qualifications!
*
Wen Zheliu died under his disciple's sword, and never thought of opening his eyes again.
Do you think he traveled through time? Resurrected? Reborn? Seize the body?
None.
He became the little brother's portable grandfather.
From then on, he teased the little brother every day and taught him magic on a whim, and his life was very happy.
He just didn't know why the apprentice who had become the Immortal Chief always appeared in his sight.
Wen Zheliu: Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me.
Not good! Why can't I run away!
*
Rong Yi: "Master said that I will only have one disciple in this life. I think only my disciple takes it seriously."
Wen Zheliu felt guilty for this for a long time.
One day Wen Zheliu finally came to his senses.
Wrong!
Purpose: Be dedicated to work, care for students, and be a role model for others