Chapter 479: 1 Slap on the Ground

Seeing that the obedient disciple who had been smiling all the time suddenly had a bad temper, like a kitten with fried fur, the drunken Hou thought it was quite interesting, and he laughed and said: "First-grade warrior, second-grade scribe!"

With this level of cultivation, you still have the nerve to brag?

Qixun rolled his eyes: "My parents have been practicing late, and they have only been practicing for less than two years. What happened to this little cultivation?"

As he spoke, he threw his mother's poetry collection into his master's arms: "My mother's literary talent is among the best in the world! See for yourself. After reading it, you can tell me about it. Shengzhou Continent, the most powerful among the five continents, has a literary spirit. Among them, who is more talented than my mother? Not only better than my mother, but also on par with my mother, I will obey him!"

When the drunken Hou saw this, he became a little interested. He opened the collection and flipped through it. His indifferent expression slowly disappeared. The more he looked at it, the more energetic he became, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Even though he looks like a slovenly bearded man now, back then, when he was the Prince of Zhenjun Hou, he was also a Confucian general who was familiar with military history, and his cultural literacy was really good.

The more I read it when I was drunk, the more I became addicted to it. I read the wonderful points and had endless aftertaste. He had long forgotten his good disciple.

He even forgot to taste his favorite food and wine.

Qixun didn't bother his master to admire her mother's work. After eating, he put down Babai, took out the paper, pen, and ink and started drawing the talismans.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that she finished drawing the magic talisman and was about to put away the magic talisman to adjust her breath. Her master closed the poetry collection and praised: "A great talent in this world! Although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, I am also I have to say, good disciple, your mother will definitely be able to soar into the sky in the arts!"

After he finished speaking, he took another look and saw that his disciple was actually drawing talismans, so he couldn't help but take the talisman that Qixun had drawn to check.

"Hey, fourth-grade thunder explosion talismans? They are all top-grade talismans? My dear disciple, can you still make talismans?"

Qixun nodded: "I am a dual practitioner of Talisman Array. Now I am a fourth-level spiritual talisman master and a fourth-level array master. However, the array path has only broken through to the fourth level. I can only say that I can barely be regarded as a fourth-level array master."

Drunken Hou:!

My good disciple, she is only ten years old!

I am a good disciple of her swordsmanship, and her talent is as good as mine.

My good disciple, she is still a fourth-grade spiritual talisman master! Fourth-grade formation master!

What kind of monster is this.

Those without talent cannot learn the Four Arts of Cultivation at all. Especially the formation path has the highest requirements for talent. To put it bluntly, formation path is simply the biggest mockery of the four words "diligence can make up for weakness".

Therefore, masters of the four arts are rare no matter which continent or even which world they are in. As long as a talented person is discovered by the sect, he will definitely be a treasure that each sect vigorously cultivates.

When he heard his obedient disciple say that his third sister was an alchemist and his fifth sister was a spiritual planter, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, in this broken place in the mainland of China, where the inheritance was cut off, what kind of master of the four arts could be produced?

Now it seems that he really thought wrong.

His obedient disciple never said that he was a Talisman Master before, but at this level, a second-level warrior can make a fourth-level spiritual talisman, and he can make a top-quality talisman as soon as he takes it!

And in just a short while, seven or eight spiritual talismans were all of the highest quality. Such a success rate, what a heaven-defying qualification!

I found a treasure!

My good disciple!

Qixun's hair straightened when his master looked at him: "Master?"

The drunken man burst out laughing, his laughter soaring into the sky, so happy that he wanted to look up to the sky and roar.

If I get such a good disciple, I, Xiao Yida, will accept it even if I have to live in poverty for the rest of my life!

Could it be that Tiandao took away his wealth because his disciple's fate was too unfavorable to heaven?

If this is the case, just be poor if you are poor, and labor and capital will not be afraid!

The drunken Hou was so happy that he slapped Qixun on the back of the head: "The talisman is well drawn, very good!"

Qixun was slapped by him and fell to the ground. He was dizzy, his nose was almost broken, and he was trembling with anger: "Master, do you want your obedient disciple to return to the underworld and end our lives today?" Master-disciple bad relationship?!"

The drunken Hou picked up his good disciple with an embarrassed look on his face: "How can we, master and disciple, are destined to be destined. Isn't it a joy for me to be a master, and I can't control my strength for a while? What, Bao, you are like this You still need to train your body. I’m not strong enough.”

Tell the beautiful girl that she is not strong! This pot is thrown away.

Shivering!

Qi Xun put away the food angrily and decided to starve her stupid master.

When I was drunk, I felt sorry for the food. I was so fascinated by my mother's poems that I forgot to eat.

But when he saw that his obedient disciple was angry, he thought to himself, "If you don't want to eat, just don't eat. Anyway, he is a Martial Lord, and he won't be hungry even if he eats or not. It's just for food."

It's safer to change the topic.

He just pretended not to see Qixun put away the bowl and said, "Are those poems really written by your mother?"

Qixun snorted: "How can it be false?"

The two talked about poetry, and Qixun was very surprised. He didn't expect that the master who seemed to be a rough man was actually an all-rounder who was proficient in chess, music, calligraphy, and painting. You really can't tell a person's face.

Qixun felt that if his master paid attention to his image, trimmed his eyebrows and beard, and wore more elegant robes, he would look like a Huang Yaoshi.

Her brother-in-law was once a martial arts fan, and his idol was her third sister as the female character and Huang Yaoshi as the male character.

"The First Cause of All Realms"

Qixun simply said: "Master, why do you have such a big beard? Your face is covered. If you shave your beard one day, my disciples won't be able to recognize you. My disciples don't know what you look like yet." How about it."

The drunken Hou sighed: "Speaking of which, disciple, you may not believe it. The reason why my master has such a big beard is because he is annoyed by the female cultivators in the world.

In addition to being the number one sword cultivator in the Holy Continent, he is also the most handsome man in the Holy Continent. From childhood to adulthood, every woman I met, ranging from four- or five-year-old children to hundreds of years old female cultivators, all liked to chase after me. Master had no choice but to grow this big beard. Cover your face. In this way, it does save a lot of trouble. "

Qixun: Keep blowing! Believe me, I lose.

As soon as the drunken Hou saw his disciple's appearance, he knew what she was thinking. He snorted, used his spiritual power as a blade, shaved his beard, and revealed his true face.

Qixun:!

I lost!

"Although it can't be compared with my second brother, it can be compared with my father. Master, I believe that there is indeed a female nun chasing you."

The drunken Hou laughed: "I never brag, my teacher. No, your second brother's qualifications are incredible, but he looks even more handsome than my teacher? Why don't you believe me?"

Speaking of her second brother's appearance, Qixun was very proud and took out a photo of their family: "Master, see for yourself how good-looking my family is! You have to write down the appearance of my brother, sister, and sister. From now on, if you encounter me in the refining realm, please help me say you are safe."

She didn't think her master should waste the past ten years on her.

After all, her master had said before that the Refining Realm was a place of opportunity even for monks in the Martial Saint Realm.

And always being with her master has lost the meaning of experience for her.

So she planned to separate from her master after a while.

The drunken Hou was not only surprised that his apprentice's second brother was as handsome as a god, he was even more surprised by the exquisiteness of the painting, which was as if a person was reproduced on a piece of paper.

And this piece of paper was also extremely rare, he had never seen it before.

Qixun explained that this was not a painting, but a photo taken using factors such as light and shadow.

After saying that, he took out his camera and took a photo with his master Bingbabai.

Then she gave one of the photos to her master: "Please keep it. If I want you to be a good disciple, take it out and take a look."

The drunken Hou put it away carefully, planning to show off his disciple in front of the bastard leader after returning to the sect.

After taking the photo, Qixun simply took out a motorcycle and taught his master how to ride.

Then I also taught how to drive an off-road vehicle.

These two things, after drunkenly trying it out, I went crazy like a teenager and loved to pay for the car. I left his good disciple and drove around outside the Star Fruit Forest.

Especially motorcycles, which made his blood boil. It was even more exciting than driving a spirit boat!

Qixun smiled and said: "This is a love artifact. When you have my wife one day, you can take her with you and go for a ride on your motorcycle. That will be a beauty."

The drunk man wanted to give his good disciple another slap, but the master dared to tease him, is that fair?

But when I thought about the slap on his face to the ground, I still held it back.

His obedient disciple finally forgot about that slap and couldn't let her think of it again. He's worried about his breakfast tomorrow!

After Qixun watched his master practice for a while, he went to study the formation by himself.

Although the drunken Hou was having fun, he did not relax the safety of his apprentice and Xiaotuanzi. His spiritual consciousness was always paying attention, and he was very pleased to see his apprentice working so hard.