Cui Fanyuan slept for 1,300 years and woke up extremely energetic. After learning to wield a sword, he patrolled Qingyun Mountain three times every day.
I learned how to transform telephonic notes into diaphragm notes, and I grabbed a handful when I went out. Soon the whole mountain could hear "Young master, I'm here to patrol the mountain, please hand over the sweet cake~"
Bang, the mountains of notes spontaneously ignited, and the young master was slipped by the invisible handbag down the back of his neck to the cave where the master was retreating.
"Master, Master, I was wrong, please forgive me, I will never do this again."
Xie Xubai clasped his hands and kept chanting towards the entrance of the cave. After listening to the chant for a long time, Xie Xubai thought that his little disciple must have realized his mistake and walked out of the cave.
Cui Fanyuan held the remaining musical note and lay on the flying sword with a contented look on his face. The talisman played "Master, Master, I was wrong."
"Cui Fanyuan!"
This little disciple can neither be beaten nor scolded. He can come up with new tricks even after being locked up for three days.
Xie Xubai deserves to work hard to search for treasures and magic weapons, teach him all the means of self-protection, and teach him to find that no method is as effective as him staying by his little disciple's side.
"If you wish, come here."
Cui Fanyuan put down his sword and ran over. He knew that the master's tone meant that he was going to give him something good again, so he obediently stretched out his hand.
A big hand covered his palm, one second, two seconds... The big hand squeezed between his fingers, and the ten fingers interlocked.
Before he could ask a question, he heard the master say:
"My teacher will entrust me to you, and you must treat him well."
Cui Fanyuan: "?!!"
Bingshan Xianhu Master's attack
1. The year of master and apprentice
2. Cp is unique in body and mind
Intention: Sewing and mending will take another three years