When he saw the obedient disciple who had been smiling all the time, he 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, do you still have the nerve to brag about it?

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

As he spoke, he threw her 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 the most powerful Shengzhou continent in the five continents.

Among them, who is more talented than my mother? Not to mention better than my mother, if he can be on par with my mother, I will obey him!"

When the drunk Hou saw this, he became a little interested. He opened the anthology and flipped through it. His indifferent expression slowly disappeared. The more he looked at it, the more energetic he became, and his eyes were filled with sparkles.

Although he looks like a rough-looking man with a beard now, back then, when he was the Prince of Zhenjun, he was also a Confucian general who was familiar with military history, and his cultural literacy was really not bad.

When I was drunk, I became more and more addicted to reading it. I read the wonderful points and thought about it endlessly. I had long forgotten about his good disciple.

He even forgot to taste his favorite food and wine.

Qi Xun 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 began to draw the symbols.

It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of 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 writing 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 obedient disciple was actually drawing a talisman, 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, you can also make talismans?"

Qi Xun nodded: "I am a dual cultivator of Talisman Formation. Now I am a fourth-level spiritual talisman master and a fourth-level formation master. However, the formation path has only broken through to the fourth level. I can only say that I can barely be regarded as a fourth-level formation master."

Drunk 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! A fourth-grade formation master!

What kind of monster is this?

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

Therefore, masters of the Four Arts, no matter which continent or even which world they are in, are rare. As long as a talented person is discovered by a 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 is cut off, what kind of master of the four arts can 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. With such a success rate, this is such an incredible 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 straight into the sky, making him want to look up to the sky and roar with such joy.

If I get such a good disciple, even if I live a poor life, I, Xiao Yidao, will accept it!

Could it be that Tiandao took away his fortune because his disciple's fate was so 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?"

The bad relationship between master and disciple?!"

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

The body still needs to be exercised. It’s not strong enough.”

Telling a beautiful girl that she is not strong is the fault.

Shivering!

Qi Xun angrily put away the food 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 a matter of taste."

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. He really can't be judged by his appearance.

Qixun felt that as long as 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.

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 swordsman cultivator in Shengzhou Continent, he is also the most handsome man in Shengzhou Continent. From childhood to adulthood, every woman he has seen ranges from four or five-year-old children to hundreds of years old female cultivators.

He likes to chase after me, but I have no choice but to grow a big beard to cover my face. This way, it really saves me a lot of trouble."

Qixun: Just keep bragging! If you believe me, I will lose.

As soon as the drunken man saw his disciple's appearance, he knew what she was thinking. He snorted and used his spiritual power as a blade to shave his beard, revealing 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.

If you encounter me in the refining realm in the future, 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 being with her master all the time 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 also surprised by the exquisiteness of the painting, which was as if a person had been 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 is 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.

Then he gave the photo to her master and said, "Please keep it. If I want you to be a good disciple, take it out and take a look."

The drunken Hou carefully put it away, 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.

After trying these two things drunkenly, I went crazy 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, 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 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 right?

But when I thought about what happened before when I slapped him to the ground, I still held back.

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

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

Although the drunken Hou was having a great time, 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.

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There are nearly a thousand words more, so I’ll add it as an update. I stopped updating it before, so the chapters will be updated with more words in the past few days, which is regarded as a make-up update.
Chapter completed!