C18 Attendance by Uncle-master

Martial Uncle?!

Zhou Nian Chen?

Is he going to teach me himself?

I was stunned and was unable to react. After holding it in for a long time, my face flushed red. In the end, I said, "Why not Master?"

"Master... Master has never been in the habit of teaching disciples, and it has always been senior brothers and sisters who have been taught by senior brothers and sisters. "You're pretty lucky!"

The Qi shijie looked at me meaningfully, then patted my shoulder and winked at me charmingly.

I bit my lower lip and said something I didn't know. I thought to myself, "For such a cold person like Martial Uncle, I don't know what to do with me, but he might be even stricter than Aunt Eleven …"

I immediately wiped off my cold sweat and asked Qi shijie, "Big sister Zhi Xia, what kind of person is Martial Uncle usually? How much did he want from his disciple? Is he going to hate me? "

After asking so many questions in one breath, I took a big gulp of the tepid tea and watched as she fiddled with her hair with a troubled expression on her face. She said, "We don't have much interaction with Uncle-Master and I don't know what kind of method he has to teach his disciple, but it will definitely be very effective. Yin Zhu arrived three thousand years later than me. Right now, he has already reached the realm of an immortal like me. "

After Qi shijie Zhi Xia finished speaking, he immediately fell back into his memories. His ten fingers tightly clenched as he stared at the window sill, and after a moment he said: "At that time, Martial Uncle personally tied up the bamboo with a blue ribbon, and everyone was looking at him. I still remember when he was extremely honorable. Martial Uncle only has one disciple, and to be able to bring honor to Martial Uncle is naturally what he is the most proud of. "

I could only sigh, "Then he must be very smart."

"Are you talking about Uncle-Master or Fengzhu?"

"Of course, it's to serve the bamboo."

Qi shijie thought for a bit, then pouted and said: "Being Junior Master's only disciple, naturally means that I have extraordinary experience, Junior Master should also be well-educated, so, if you can follow Junior Master, then you must cherish this opportunity well."

I felt dizzy again. He felt as if he was in a semi-conscious state, with clouds floating beneath his feet. It was as if he was floating in the air.

Wrong, this world is wrong.

There was even a certain senior brother's voice that floated by the window: "Qiao Yan! Martial Uncle is looking for you! "

So fast! I don't know how to react...

"Elder sister Zhi Xia, do I have to face Martial Uncle alone?"

Zhi Xia continued to stroke her hair and helplessly said, "Of course, I'm an outsider. How can I go with you to meet Martial Uncle?"

Qi shijie, do you want me to enter the tiger's den alone? Just a moment ago, he treated me so well and in the blink of an eye, he became an outsider. I didn't even say a few words to him, so how am I supposed to communicate with him?

Even though I was hesitating, I still kept up with senior brother's footsteps. As an idiot, if he lost the guide, the result would be him wandering around like a headless fly, not knowing where he was going.

The Clear Order Hall was empty as usual.

I kept my head down, looking at the ground where I could see my dim reflection, not daring to look around.

There was only silence, not a single sound.

Uncle-master's emotionless voice rang out. "You're here."

I replied with an "En" from my nose, then deeply bowed and respectfully said, "Please give me your guidance, Uncle-Master. "I am deeply grateful."

A wisp of white clothes appeared in my line of sight, and I knew that Martial Uncle had already walked up to me. A slight oppressive aura came over me, but I still didn't dare raise my head.

"Are you afraid of me?"

As he said this, my heart skipped a beat. I bit my lower lip, shivered twice in the chilly wind, and slowly shook my head.

I can't put my finger on it. Uncle-master is indeed very strong, but such an unknown power makes me at a loss.

I said, "Being able to practice Immortal Techniques with Martial Uncle is my good fortune."

This is the delusion of many people, but when I stand on this delusion, I bear a great pressure. If he followed Uncle-Master, it meant that he had to achieve something, or else he would be shamed by his teachings.

Even though at that time, the rumors would say that my talent is lacking, and not that Martial Uncle's teachings are lacking.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I sneaked a glance at Martial Uncle. He frowned slightly and used his usual slightly disdainful gaze to look at me. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "I don't like to flatter."

He was indeed a difficult person to serve. You actually don't like saying nice words about you. Don't tell me you like people to mistreat you? But, but I can't do it either!

I looked up, half shy, half frightened, and still couldn't meet his eyes. I just stared at him.

He was like a painting, only allowing others to see him from afar, no matter how much they dared not touch him.

He was afraid that if he were to lightly touch it, it would cause him to disappear.

Suddenly, the red pillar of the Clear Order Hall disappeared from his vision, and only his figure remained standing in between the heaven and earth, as thin as a statue. Losing the whole world, he was also a unique existence.

My heartbeat suddenly quickened sickly.

He said, "Show me the immortal arts you've been training in the past few days."

The commanding tone of the voice didn't allow disobedience.