The cold master who wears bad clothes in retirement × the scheming little fox of Green Tea and White Lotus
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When Wu Suiyu went down the mountain, he picked up a young apprentice. When he was brought back to the sect, the whole sect was excited.
Wu Suiyu was ranked among the top five in the mainland at the age of thirteen, and became the first of the three Tianjian Sect masters at the age of seventeen. He was a man of few words and had not accepted an outside disciple for more than ten years.
The cultivators squeezed their heads trying to get into her Kunlun Peak to sweep the floor. Sect selection was about to begin, and the Tianjian Sect spread the word that Wu Suiyu would accept direct disciples this year.
The "little geniuses" from hundreds of immortal sects were all eager to try. Unexpectedly, when Wu Suiyu went down the mountain, a little beggar from nowhere appeared and took up the spot.
Xuanjian Tianzun from the same sect followed Wu Suiyu and muttered, "You don't even look at the good young talents from hundreds of sects, but you pick up a beggar on the road and treat it as a treasure? I don't understand you, I really don't understand you."
Wu Suiyu remained silent. What does this old man know? This is the juvenile form of the most beautiful nine-tailed fire fox: slow and slow.
Wu Suiyu named him Quesheng, taught him how to practice swords, and gave him lotus fire. He thought it was a memory of the poor little boy's growth, but as he kept him, his taste changed.
When the young apprentice tried to stop her from confessing her love for the countless times, Wu Suiyu sighed with compassion, "I practice the common people's way, and it is difficult for me to survive all the sufferings in the world."
She pointed at his palm and said slowly: "You and I have a shallow relationship. No matter how persistent we are, there will be no result."
When Wu Suiyu turned around, Que Sheng pulled out Wu Suiyu's Moon Calling Sword and made a deep cut in his palm. The blood made the Moon Calling Sword roar. Wu Sui Yu stared at the stubbornness on Que Sheng's face.
"If you are not in my destiny, then I'll cut you off." Quesheng looked at her stubbornly, blood splattered on his face.
Wu Suiyu's eyes were calm, "If you insist on doing this, you will bring the pain on yourself."
But he saw Quesheng kneeling on the ground, holding the edge of her sleeve, as if he was in the ruins, looking disgraced.
"If you are lucky enough to have Master's mercy, you will be in so much pain." His wet eyes lit up, looking pitiful.
"My disciple enjoys it as if it were sweet rice."
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Everyone said that Quesheng was crazy, could not woo her, and killed the master. The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan did not dare to recognize him, and the cultivating immortals shouted at him to beat him and kill him. Quesheng returned to Kunlun Peak with an injury, but Wu Suiyu, who should have died long ago, was fishing leisurely.
Quesheng returned to his true form, lying on her lap and licking her fingertips.
"Master, do you love me a little bit today?"
"Idiot." Wu Suiyu gently hooked his chin, lowered his eyes, and suddenly gave a faint smile, "If my master hadn't been tempted, you wouldn't have been able to pull out the Moon Summoning Sword and renew our relationship."
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