The Jiuhua sect's five elements are dominated by water, so the disciples are naturally very good at using ice water. Seeing that the eldest senior brother had sealed the rough man, the remaining disciples laughed.
"Su Yishui taught us this kind of junk snack, and he still has the nerve to challenge us?"
This made the few young disciples from Xishan who came later very angry.
Senior Brother Gao Cang was about to rush over, but was stopped by Junior Sister Ran Ran behind him. Senior Brother was frozen into a block of ice before he could even make a move, so what good rice could these newbies get out of this?
Gao Cang thought that the junior sister was scared, so he just stared with eyes wide open and said, "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! These bastards have bullied us, how can we be like a turtle with its head shrunk?"
Ran Ran whispered, "Big Brother, aren't you very good at using your slingshot?"
As she spoke, she lowered her head and took out the pill that her master had thrown on the ground from her waist. She crushed it into several small balls with her fingers, and then handed them to the eldest senior brother, and then pointed to the slingshot on his waist.
This was originally used by the senior brother to shoot birds for fun. When Gao Cang saw the junior sister take out the pills she had refined, he immediately understood what she meant.
He ate this stuff and was paralyzed in bed for a whole day and night! So Gao Cang quickly raised his slingshot and shot out the Qingxin Pill of his junior sister.
Gao Cang came from a military family, and his slingshot was specially made and very powerful.
Those small pills fell right into the mouths of those Jiuhua sect disciples who were laughing.
This pill melts in the mouth, and those disciples can't spit it out even if they want to. Moreover, the taste... is too delicious!
The men blinked a few times, then glared at him and said, "What did you shoot at me, little bastard?"
At this moment, Ran Ran unhurriedly untied the snack bag from his waist, took out a handful of dried meat, and scattered it on the ground like feeding a dog.
Wei Fang raised his eyebrows in confusion, wondering why the thin girl did this.
But at this moment, several fellow apprentices behind him opened their eyes wide, their nostrils kept moving, and finally, with a look of impatience, they suddenly bent down to pick up the dried meat that fell on the ground and eat it.
They look like hungry ghosts, how can they have any dignity as disciples of famous and righteous families?
Qiu Xier couldn't help clapping her hands and laughing, "Where did these wild dogs come from? No wonder they are barking. It turns out they are hungry and looking for food!"
Wei Fang was also shocked and quickly scolded them in a low voice, but those fellow apprentices were like crazy and continued to pick up food with their heads down. Some of them even had mud on their mouths, but they didn't care, just like hungry refugees.
This also surprised the disciples of the two major sects, Kongshan Sect and Feiyunshan Sect, who came later.
Wei Fang knew that his fellow apprentices had been tricked, and that the Jiuhua sect had been completely disgraced by these apprentices today. He could only put on a stern face and press the sleeping points on several apprentices who were looking for food all over the place.
If he couldn't save his face today, how could he, as the tenth generation disciple of Jiuhua Sect, have the face to go back and see his master? Thinking of this, he suddenly drew out his sword and rushed towards Gao Cang and the others with great momentum.
But just as the sword flashed, a wave of heat surged and suddenly blew him back, and the ice and snow that shackled Yu Chen, who was frozen in ice, melted at this time. He screamed and grabbed Wei Fang's collar with his backhand, and threw him far away with a strange force.
At this moment, everyone who entered the mountain gate heard a cold voice echoing in the air: "West Mountain does not welcome distant guests. Su has closed the gate and will not entertain you any more."
The voice was so real, approaching from mid-air, as if someone was speaking in your ear, making your hair stand on end. The disciples of the three major sects could not help but take a few steps back.
They knew that the person who was speaking was not nearby. This was a technique used by people with extremely high cultivation levels to transmit sound over a thousand miles.
Su Yishui is only thirty-six years old, which is just a young boy compared to the age of those who practice Taoism, as they are often hundreds of years old. However, his progress in cultivation far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Although it was said that Su Yishui's cultivation had not recovered well in the past ten years, so he lived in seclusion. Unexpectedly, the skill he showed today was still beyond the reach of these disciples with some reputation.
Especially the disciples of Jiuhua Sect, they were secretly glad that Mu Qingge took Su Yishui away from Jiuhua Sect.
Otherwise, with such gifted young men in my sect, how would I ever be able to stand out?
Apparently Su Yishui had not come out of retreat yet. He once again used the technique of transmitting sound over a thousand miles to emit a long, piercing roar, which immediately shocked the uninvited visitor out of the gate of West Mountain.
The person who came from Kongshan Sect this time was a beautiful woman in her thirties. Unfortunately, there was a striking slanting scar on her right cheek.
After being shaken out of the mountain gate, the scarred woman gathered her energy and stood on the treetop. She also used her spiritual power to transmit a message to the top of the west mountain: "Yi Shui, we have no ill intentions here. My master also asked you to come forward to jointly resist the evil cultivator Wei Yan. You don't want the tragedy of the past to happen again... The disciples of Jiuhua Sect were a little rude and rude. I am here to apologize to you on their behalf!"
After saying this, she took another deep look at the green hilltop in the west, hoping that Su Yishui would answer her.
But after waiting for a long time, the mountaintop was completely silent. The woman looked indescribably disappointed, and turned around and hurried away with the disciples of the Kongshan Sect.
Yu Chen practiced with his master in the past, and is now considered the uncle of Gao Cang and Bai Baishan.
It was a pity that he, as a senior uncle, did not perform well today and almost lost face in front of the juniors. Feeling embarrassed, he shook off the water drops on his body and cleared his throat, scolding the disciples of Jiuhua Sect for being cunning and hateful, and for actually launching a sneak attack, which caused him to fall into the trap accidentally.
If I were you, I would come back and fight him face to face with drums and gongs for three hundred rounds.
Ran Ran was very considerate and immediately agreed, "Master, you see they are young, just be nice to them. I will make you some delicious red bean soup later so that you don't catch a cold."
If the ladder to the platform is delivered well, it will naturally win the favor of the master uncle. Yu Chen smiled at Ran Ran with satisfaction, shook off the water on his body with pride, and went to the meditation room to practice hard again.
At dinner time, Yuchen and Yutong were not there, so the kids had dinner together.
Xue Ranran cooked dinner as usual. The fresh, salty and tasty lion's head stew was highly praised.
During the meal, Bai Baishan continued to show off the strange stories about immortal cultivation that he had collected, and asked several fellow disciples if they had discovered anything strange during the confrontation with the three major sects during the day.
Qiu Xi's mother was a matchmaker in the town, and she was very knowledgeable about the ways of the world and the tastes of men and women. She rolled her eyes and immediately said mysteriously, "The woman with a scar on her face from the Kongshan Sect actually called our master 'Yi Shui'... Why does it sound a bit weird to me?"
The second senior brother immediately looked at the third junior sister with an eye of teachability, "Do you know? The woman with the scar on her face is Wen Hongshan, the great elder of the Kongshan Sect. The Kongshan Sect and the Jiuhua Sect are very close, and the disciples of the two sects often practice together.
Our master was once a disciple of the Jiuhua Sect and had a close relationship with Wen Hongshan. The two of them almost became a couple. "
Xue Ranran really liked to hear this kind of gossip about teachers and students. She bit a piece of fried cake and asked, "Why didn't it work? Could it be that you think it's shameless to abandon my master?"
Bai Baishan was familiar with the history of the immortals in Xishan Mountain. He said indifferently, "Do you think our master has always been shameless? In the past, Yishui Immortal Lord was so famous. Who didn't know it? How many women wanted to marry our master! Even some men had... In short, our master is very charming!"
Everyone at the table listened with eyes sparkling. Qiu Xi was a little anxious and asked quickly, "What happened next?"
Bai Baishan first bowed towards the Lingxi Palace ancestral hall, apologized to his late master, and then lowered his voice a little and said, "How could our former master, the female demon, allow others to touch her favorite disciple? She just raised her sword and slashed Wen Hongshan's face. The fate of the immortal couple ended just like that..."
Xue Ranran couldn't help but gasp, thinking that if her former master Mu Qingge really acted like this, it would be too extreme, right?
Didn't she know that a forced marriage is not sweet? She ruined someone else's good marriage for no reason, no wonder she ended up with a broken soul.
"Have you heard enough?"
Just as the four of them gathered together to share the love stories of their mentor, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them - and they saw Second Uncle Yu Tong standing beside them with a frown on his face.
The talkative Bai Baishan immediately shrank his neck like a quail.
Compared with the careless first uncle, the fussy second uncle Yutong is not so easy to fool. If she picks on the wrong person, he will have to bear the hard work of carrying ten loads of water up and down the mountain.
But this time Yu Tong just glared at them, and then said to Xue Ranran: "The master wants you to go to the top of the mountain."
Su Yishui had been closed for half a month, and she didn't know why she was asked to go and meet him before he came out. Xue Ranran quickly drank a sip of water and followed Yu Tong to the top of the mountain.
The road leading to the top of the mountain is all stone steps. If it were the old Ranran, he would have collapsed from exhaustion after climbing a few steps.
However, ever since she became a disciple at Xishan, she has never seen her master give her tree root spirit water to drink. Besides meditating, she usually just waters the small tree that was transplanted outside the window.
Perhaps it was the soil and water in the mountains that nourished her, she had never felt so comfortable and healthy since she was a child.
Yu Tong did not use the wind-controlling technique, perhaps to allow Ran Ran to exercise her muscles, and just accompanied her to the top of the mountain step by step.
However, when it came to the last few steps, Yu Tong did not go up, but let her go alone.
When she reached the top of the mountain, she followed the stone path to the cave entrance. As soon as she reached the cave entrance, she smelled the strong smell of boiled medicine in the cave.
When the probe looked over, Su Yishui was sitting on a stone chair beside the cave entrance, boiling water and drinking tea.
However, Ran Ran's attention was drawn to a small white fluffy cat huddled next to the tea stove: "Master, where did this cat come from? It's so cute!"
For some reason, the cat grinned and meowed after Ranran finished speaking. Although its expression was very ferocious, it sounded like a baby meow.
Su Yishui glanced at the kitten who was still showing off his ferocity, and pointed to the table opposite: "I got some good tea, sit down and have a drink."
Perhaps because he was alone in the mountains, Su Yishui did not wear a mask, and his long black hair was not even tied up with a crown. It just flowed down like a black waterfall, vertically to his waist.
A beauty looks good with light or heavy makeup, and the same is true for the master who shows his eyebrows. The messy hair that looks a bit sloppy on others becomes poetic on him.
Xue Ranran had previously heard his second senior brother tell stories about the grudges between teachers and students, and she felt that they were a little exaggerated.
But now looking at my extremely handsome master with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, I feel that in order to compete for such a beauty, he might go crazy and cut someone's face.