Feng Mohan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Actually, Tu'er is not ruthless and took the initiative to hurt people's lives. Tu'er, Tu'er is taking revenge!"

Su Chen had already begun to have a bad premonition in his heart.

He had a hunch that he might have made a huge mistake.

He found that when he opened his mouth, his tone was a little less calm, "Vengeance?"

But because he felt that this child had a bad temperament, a wicked aura, and a sinister approach at a young age, such a person, even if he was really punished in the future. There are three long and two short ones, and it is not too embarrassing, so I chose him as an apprentice.

Maybe even if he didn't make a move, he might not have passed the final stage of the trial conference.

But if all of this is a misunderstanding... Doesn't that mean that you are really going to be wrong?

But no matter how Su Lizhong had a bad premonition, Feng Mohan continued with a wry smile, "Yes. Tu'er and them got acquainted on the way to the sect, just because Tu'er was withdrawn by nature and not good at dealing with each other. Offended Li Pingkun, oh, that's the one the disciple killed in the trial meeting."

Feng Mohan paused for a while before saying, "That Li Pingkun seems to be from a family of cultivators, and he has some elixir and magic talisman in his hand, which coaxes others. Everyone in the group flattered him, but he was arrogant and arrogant. The disciple got in the way of his eyes because he refused to bow his head. Along the way, they not only gradually isolated the disciple, but Li Pingkun saw the disciple more and more disliked, finally , when passing by a mountain top, joined a few people to block the disciple maliciously into the beast cave!" "

What!? How could such a thing happen?

The hunch has almost come true.

Feng Mo Han pursed his lips and seemed a little reluctant to recall, "The disciple and the beast fought desperately to the death, but fortunately escaped, dragged the injured body to the Snow Mirror Sect alone, and almost missed the trial meeting, but It's finally time to catch up."

"However," Feng Mohan's eyes suddenly burst into countless icy coldness and hatred, "but seeing those people who killed my disciple again, how could my disciple bear it!"

That's why he knew the trial meeting. There were the Sect Master and Peak Master of the Snow Mirror Sect looking through the Spirit Mirror, but he still couldn't hold back.

He tried patience and waited until he passed the trial meeting.

But that Li Pingkun, seeing him alive, not only was not afraid, but instead made a mockery of him again!

Moreover, Feng Mohan at that time also already knew about the final stage of the trial conference, which required cooperation with others to pass.

He has been isolated, and even if he bows his head now, those few people will not be able to cooperate with him, instead they will tease him and harass him.

In other words, in Feng Mohan's cognition at that time, he felt that he was destined to fail the final stage of the trial conference.

Almost with the idea of ​​​​pulling his back when he died, when Li Pingkun taunted again, he killed him with a ruthless hand!

Su Li had completely froze in place, "I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Wrong, all wrong.

If that's the case, how could he be so ruthless and use the name of master and disciple to use Feng Mohan as the foundation for transcending the calamity?

This is not what he originally imagined, a child with a rotten heart and a vicious heart.

"Mo Han, can you..." Su Li opened his mouth, he even wanted to say, can you just pretend that he confiscates his apprentice?

But to Feng Mohan's eyes that seemed to have just tried to trust him again, Su Li's words reached his lips, but he silently swallowed them back.

He didn't forget that just now, not long ago, the child hesitantly asked him if he would suddenly ignore him again.

He also personally denied that he was going to be expelled from his teacher's door.

"Can you do anything?"

Feng Mohan didn't know if he saw something from his expression, or because he was still in a state of unease because of what happened before. As soon as Su Li's voice fell, he followed up.

Su Li pursed his lips, adjusted his mood secretly, and then said, "Whether you can avenge the rest of your own revenge, it depends on whether you work hard or not. I will teach you as a teacher, but definitely I won't do it for you directly."

"Of course," Feng Mohan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled lightly. He looked at the expression of the master just now, and thought that the master was going to say something that he didn't want to hear, "The disciple's enemy Report it yourself."

"Well, but the Xuejing Sect prohibits the disciples from fighting each other, this is the rule."

Su Li found that he couldn't say the words that broke the relationship with him, so he could only avoid this problem temporarily.

In the future, there may be a way to open your mouth in the future.

"Then..." Feng Mohan clenched his fist tightly, "Do you want that disciple, when you leave the sect, secretly ___" Su Li frowned and said solemnly, "Is it a teacher? I will teach you that you have to do something secretly! Although the world of self-cultivation is cruel, it is impossible for everyone to be a gentleman, but if you use sinister methods, especially if you use them too much, you will always fall into your heart."

Feng Mohan's face burned, and he lowered his head. , "The teacher taught me that it was the disciple who wanted to blame. What does the master mean?"

Su Li retracted his gaze, quietly put his distance away, and looked at the green mountains outside Xingyue Peak, "Five years later, Zongmen Grand Competition, that is the only opportunity for you to act in an open and honest manner."

Feng Mohan's expression was certain, "The disciple will definitely cultivate hard!"

Not only for revenge, but also to not lose the face of the master.

He didn't want to hear that sentence again, this is the first disciple, why haven't he entered cultivation yet, or why his cultivation base is so low.

Su Li subconsciously avoided his bright and confident gaze, "No hurry, let's take a look at your injuries for the sake of the teacher. You are a double spiritual root, although it is not very good, but your body is well maintained, and you are willing to work harder. If you do something, you can also achieve something."

Besides, he had seen those few people who didn't deal with Feng Mohan, and the best ones were only double spiritual roots.

So in the future this battle, except for the number of people, is fair.

As for the difference in the number of people, Su Li felt that in a place like the cultivation world, most of the time, the number of people was not mentioned.

Because the cultivation base is even a little bit higher, one person can crush several other people.

In the final analysis, it is still a contest of cultivation level.

What about double spiritual roots... Feng Mohan's eyes darkened. It is said that the master is a natural ice-type single spiritual root, and he is extremely talented.

He is an ordinary double spirit root with no advantage.

Sure enough, what those people said was not wrong.

It seems that he is really not qualified to be Master's apprentice.

"Hi..."

"Does it hurt?"

When Feng Mohan returned to his senses, Su Li had gently removed his clothes from his shoulders, revealing a large bruise and several criss-crossing wounds.

Feng Mohan's cheeks were hot, and for some reason, the whole person became extraordinarily cautious, "It doesn't hurt."

Su Li didn't know what ointment was on his fingers, and the cold fingers had already landed on his wound. Carefully smearing, "Endure the pain."

Feng Mohan pursed his lips without saying a word.

In my heart, it was terribly chaotic.

The touch of the finger on the shoulder was more like it was amplified silently, making him feel that it made him not dare to feel it carefully.

Feng Mohan sat cross-legged on the couch, and his immortal-looking master with clear eyes and cold eyes stood behind him, his eyes focused on giving him medicine.

Time is quiet, and Feng Mohan even has the idea of ​​wanting to let time stop at this moment forever.

But time is still fleeting.

Soon, it will be five years.

"Master!"

Feng Mohan's height has been raised a lot, and his face that was a little green in the past has grown up now and has become a handsome and unrestrained appearance.

Even the cold, young and mature atmosphere that day seemed to have been swept away unconsciously in the past five years because of the leisurely time and Su Li's attention.

Instead, Feng Mohan's handsome face is always full of smiles.

"Master, my disciple went down the mountain just now. I saw that there were sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the town, so I bought some and brought it back. The disciple carried it back in his arms, and it was still warm! Master, come and try it!

" The boy in the star-moon robe stretched out his hand and took out a paper bag from the front of his clothes. He ran to Su Li who was meditating with his eyes closed in a few steps. Seeing that he didn't open his eyes, he reached out and shook his shoulder. "Master?"

Su Li slowly opened his eyes, looking at this young man who had changed and grown taller and taller, his heart became more and more tangled.

It's been five years, it's been five years!

In the past five years, he has tried many times, but every time he can't open his mouth and cut off the teacher-apprentice relationship with him.

But the calamity that could lead to death if you don't accept an apprentice is within ten years, maybe someday.

It's half way through now!

The more time passed, the more Su Li felt that he was overwhelmed by this matter, worrying day and night.

He didn't know, if he directly expelled Feng Mohan from his division now, would he be able to prevent Feng Mohan from fighting against him in the future.

But what is certain is that without his apprentice, he himself will suffer death.

Changed?

Drive him away and take in another apprentice who is really bad, and it's not a pity to die?

I don't know why, but after this time, Su Li felt that he couldn't do something like this a second time.

At that time, if I could make up my mind, I had already persuaded myself in every possible way, and I was cold and ignoring the result of the life and death of others.

He couldn't actually do the same thing a second time.

"Master" Feng Mohan saw him open his eyes, but didn't say a word. He just stared at him steadily, he couldn't help softening his voice, and held the cake in his hand to his mouth with a slightly flattering tone. "Master, try it, but it's delicious! If you don't eat it, it will be cold!"

Su felt bitter in the heart, but no one talked about it. At this time, he could only habitually restrain his emotions again, and his eyes fell on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was brought before him, "I have been fasting for many years as a teacher, you can eat it yourself. Feng Mohan smiled ,

and he simply squeezed a piece and pressed it directly to his lips, "Master, I just don't understand. If I'm fasting, I won't be hungry, but eating is not just because I'm hungry. In the process of enjoying the delicious food."

Su Li slowly raised his eyes, something inexplicably crossed his mind, "The key is... the process?"