Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 687 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (17)

"His wounds..."

The disciples in the audience wanted to refute something, but Mu Lan scolded coldly, "Enough! Take them out first."

With an order, the other disciples dragged out the troublesome disciples one after another.

Mu Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were allowed to continue talking, Sang Jian would have to settle the matter himself, which would be difficult.

"Master, I will take care of this matter, please rest assured." He turned his head and promised Sang Jian.

"You have to ask your junior brother if he is happy." Sang Jian winked and asked Mu Lan to look at Yun Xian.

Mu Lan: "..."

He didn't approve of this junior, and if he was asked to speak, he really had nothing to say.

Similarly, Yun Xian did not want to communicate with Mu Lan.

The two looked at each other, then quickly avoided looking at each other.

In the end, Yunxian said: "I believe the head can handle it well. There are many outer disciples like me who were injured before. I hope the head can handle it."

They are here to learn how to cultivate, not to be prey for others.

Mu Lan replied blankly, "I see."

...

Even if this matter is over.

Mu Lan also re-arranged a place for Sang Jian to live.

She needs a clean place, and Mu Lan asked someone to sort out the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The so-called forbidden area in the back mountain is the place where Sang Jian was suppressed before.

The mausoleum was converted into a courtyard.

Sang Jian: It came out, but not completely.

I don't know what Mu Lan's purpose is, if there is really no other place, or if he has other ideas.

The entire back hill became Sangjian's own territory.

Plus a Yunxian who is unwilling.

"Old ancestor, do you want to cut this pile of grass?"

Although Mu Lan asked someone to help build another courtyard, many weeds outside the courtyard were still left untreated.

It's up to Yun Xian to do it himself.

Maybe Yun Xian didn't know why she had to bring him with her before, but he understood after knowing that he was a scapegoat.

But doing odd jobs in the back mountain every day, I still don't feel very happy.

Sang Jian was sitting on the grand teacher's chair basking in the sun, and raised his eyelids when he heard this, "See how big your training area is, if you think it's enough, you don't need to continue weeding."

Yunxian: "..."

He paused holding the sickle for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Are you really going to teach me how to practice?"

He thought she was just joking.

After all, he is just a scapegoat.

"Otherwise, why should I accept you as an apprentice?" Sang Jian felt a little baffled, "Young man, don't think about things all day long, work hard!"

Yunxian: "..."

It's not that he's thinking about things, it's that her purpose is too obvious.

Seeing his pensive look, Sang Jian sighed softly, "You don't even want to call me Master."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, I will still teach you what I have learned all my life."

She spoke lightly, and Yun Xian felt another feeling in his heart.

Maybe she was afraid that he would be played to death by the demon king at that time?So teach him something about self-defense?

The more Yun Xian thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

Then weeding continued silently.

Anyway, things have come to this point, learning more things is indeed better than no one.

Instead of being an outer disciple all the time, following Sang Jian is the best choice.

...

In three days, Yun Xian got rid of all the weeds around, and the scenery of the back mountain changed again.

It seems to be the only firework in a fairyland that does not eat fireworks on earth.

(End of this chapter)