Instant Kill

Guo Twelve smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew he could not refuse at all. Fortunately, he didn't have any taboos. It is good for him to study art with a teacher. He said, "Master, uh, you are the second master of the twelve." He respectfully gave the dead wood a respect.

Withered wood had a smile on his face like an iron plate. He didn't care what Guo Twelve said. As long as he recognized himself as a teacher, everything was easy to say. He nodded and said: "Okay, we are going to fly over, don't move ..."

He led the two of them up from the platform and flew towards the front quickly.

A moment later, the dead wood took the two to fall on the mountainside of a mountain, where there was a small building. He said: "This is the place where Zongmen is responsible for disciple registration, and also the lobby where the disciple accepts Zongmen's task. Let's go in."

There were two inner disciples standing in front of the door. When they saw the dead wood coming in, they quickly shrieked and said, "I have seen Master Uncle."

Withered wood said indifferently: "Who is on duty today?"

One of the inner disciples said, "Uncle Yan Ling is on duty, I will notify you."

Withered wood said: "No need!" Take Guo Twelve and Eagle Demons straight into it.

Two inner disciples looked at Guo Xie with a puzzled look, and seemed to be curious about this kid dressed like a savage, not knowing what Uncle Zu brought him to do. A disciple's complexion suddenly changed and whispered: "It's broken! The trouble is big."

Yan Ling is a middle-aged man, wearing a silver-white robe, all covered with spotted wine stains. He lies halfway on the ground without a picture, holding a large green gourd in his hand, drinking with his eyes closed On the last bite, a scent of wine was scattered everywhere. Withered wood came in and could not help frowning.

"Yan Ling!"

Yan Ling waved his hand and said drunkenly: "It's okay ... don't disturb Laozi's drinking ... Uh! Uh! Ah, so cool ..."

"Asshole!"

The dry wood raised his hand just to slap in the past, the green gourd burst with a crack, and the wine flowed immediately. Yan Ling jumped violently and scolded: "Fuck ... who is it ... my wine ..." He opened his eyes and saw that it was dead wood. He couldn't help but stunned. He never thought that there would be an uncle here. Usually this is the most leisure place, and the lobby where the task next door is released is lively.

"Hehe, it ’s Uncle Drywood, hehe, hehehe, uh! This ... is a disciple ... hehe, he did n’t pay attention ... hehe, cough ..." Hard to mess with.

Withered wood sneered: "You are on duty, not in a pub! If you don't want to do it, go back!"

Yan Ling was about to cry without tears, and secretly scolded the two inner disciples who were guarding the gate outside, even without notice, and let him eat a big loss. Where did he know that the dead wood would not let the notice, how dare the two disciples come in to report.

"Yes, yes ... Uncle Shi, all disciples are ignorant, haha, the disciples must change, they must change ... By the way, Uncle Shi, you are here ... What can I do for the disciples to serve?"

Withered wood did not plan to pursue, he said: "Let me go through a formality, I will receive the proselytized disciple, and another me to do an inner disciple."

Yan Ling was taken aback, and asked in surprise: "Uncle Shi, have you accepted the disciples?"

The dead wood didn't have a good air: "Why? I can't accept the disciples?"

Yan Ling hurriedly said: "No, no, I am ... this is ... Ha ha, congratulations to Uncle, congratulations to Uncle, and congratulations to the younger brother!" Although he drank too much, he was still sober, knowing just now That's not right, hurry to change his congratulations, so that the dead wood won't go up.

Withered wood is famous for being picky and difficult in Chen Xiaozong, and is still a lonely family until now. Chen Xiaozong once asked him to choose his apprentices in a large-scale recruitment of disciples, but this guy turned around and said, "It's all waste!" So he left, annoying all senior people Vomiting blood.

Didn't expect this time to take the initiative to accept a personal disciple, which was a big deal. The strength of the dead wood is definitely ranked in the top three in Chen Xiaozong. Some ancestors of the ancestor level are inferior to him. He enjoys a high prestige in the sect.

Yan Ling began to register. This is a necessary procedure and involves the welfare rights and obligations of the sect. Pro-discipline disciples have a special presence in the sect, and they have a higher status than the inner disciples. They almost do not have to take on the sect's tasks, and they can take on some important but leisurely positions. Yan Ling is a personal disciple.

"Uncle Shi, you must accept the disciples, you must report to the Sect Master and the Presbyterian Church, ha ha."

The procedure is very simple, mainly to ask for the name and age, and then leave a real person shadow.

Yan Ling said: "Well, younger brother, this is your identity sign. Please hang it on your waist and keep it carefully. If you lose it, you must make it up again." It was a small sign with a hint of fuchsia, It is a pretty little thing hanging on the belt.

Next, he made an inner disciple's sign for the eagle demon, and marked it as an inner disciple who served the dead wood. This is just borrowing the name of dead wood, in fact, the eagle demon still follows Guo XII.

Yan Ling confessed: "Someone will come over soon and give you tailor-made clothes and bring you various items. Then you can sign for it."

Deadwood asked: "Are you all right?"

Yan Ling was sweating coldly and said, "Just, just ..." He confessed some cautions. He couldn't help but make it clear that if Guo XII encountered something he didn't understand in the future, the dead wood would anger him again, which would be troublesome.

After all the explanations were clear, Yan Ling said: "Uncle Master, all right."

Guo Shizhan smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother."

Yanling had a flattered feeling, and said repeatedly: "No thanks, no thanks ... Ha ha, we will be brothers in the future, please be close, ha ha."

The dead wood said lightly: "Let's go."

After the three dead woods left, Yan Ling shouted, "Two little kings and **** come in! Damn ... the skin is itchy, isn't it? Dare to play with Lao Tzu, get in! Fuck ... Uncle Master comes and doesn't say With a cry, sincerely watching Lao Tzu jokes? Ah? "

Two inner disciples ran in with a roll, one disciple mourned and said, "Uncle Master, the Uncle Master will not let us report, this can't blame us ..."

Yan Ling kicked over and scolded: "You can't **** louder, so I'm a little bit prepared?"

The two disciples grumbled and said, "Uncle Master, I'm sorry! It's the disciples' fault. You have a large number of adults. Forgive us."

Yan Ling glanced at the broken green gourd and said, "Well, do you admit to beating or punishing?"

A disciple said tremblingly: "How to admit the fight ... how about the punishment? Let the disciples ... have a choice ..."

"Recognize the fight, let Lao Tzu beat you up, admit the penalty, and buy me two gourd wine!"

Two inner disciples whispered: "Acknowledge the punishment, let's confess the punishment!" Just kidding, if you confess to the fight, half of your life will be gone, of course, the punishment is punished.

Yan Ling said with a bad smile: "Very good, my wine is Biguo wine."

The faces of the two disciples suddenly turned blue. Biguo wine is not cheap, it is one of Chen Xiaozong's best wines, but they dare not refuse, but can only agree with a bitter face.

……

Witherwood led Guo XII to his residence. It was a small manor, backed by a mountain, which was his private property. He has few people in the manor, mostly ordinary people, and he is an orphan and has no wife, children, or disciples, and this little village is his home.

Although the manor is small, there are a lot of houses. There are more than a hundred houses in it, which is far from Luo Jie's big manor.

Withered wood briefly introduced the people in Xiaozhuangzi, a housekeeper, two cooks, two old gardeners, four little servants, and nine ordinary people to take care of this small manor. It can be seen that the dead wood basically does not ask anything, Zhuangzi looks very dilapidated, and many houses have been damaged and cannot be occupied at all.

Withered wood said: "Lao Yu, you find a few clean houses for the twelve."

Lao Yu is a butler of dead wood, an ordinary person in his fifties, very calm. His name is Yu Jie, and he has been in charge of everything for Xiao Zhuangzi since he was in his thirties. Because dead wood is a shopkeeper who throws his hands, when he thinks about it, he throws him some money, even if he ca n’t think of it, it is not easy for him to support this family.

Yu Jie said: "Yes, sir." His face showed a happy look, and finally there was a young master. He said, "I'm going to prepare now, just ... Master ..."

Withered frown asked, "What's wrong? Say ... What are you doing?"

Yu Jie said: "There is no more food in the house, there is still a little meat ..."

Withered wood said: "If you don't, just buy it."

Yu Jie smiled bitterly: "Master, we have no money ......"

Guo Twelve couldn't help but puffed out his music, he said: "Master, you go to rest, it's here for me."

Withered wood showed a trace of embarrassment, he never thought of this, and said: "Okay, in the future twelve in charge of everything in the house, you listen to him." Then he walked into his room.

Yu Jie dumbfounded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Let a half-old child steward, this master is too irresponsible.

Guo XII took out a Tibetan character bag and said, "Uncle Yu, you call someone else." Yu Jie was startled and said, "Don't call me Uncle, call me Lao Yu, or a housekeeper."

Guo Twelve smiled and said: "It doesn't matter at home, Uncle Yu, you can call someone over."

Yu Jie called all the people in the manor. Guo Xiu couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was really old and small. He took out a dozen bags of flour and a lot of meat and said, "You take it, prepare dinner." These are the supplies he brought.

Yu Jie was overjoyed, he was already dying of poverty, and said: "Okay, okay, thank you young master."

Everyone gathered in the small courtyard, Guo XII asked: "What does the money here look like?" He could not help lamenting: Do we have to raise a whole family by ourselves?

Yu Jie smiled bitterly: "We have no more money."

Eagle Demon shook his head straight, this dead wood wouldn't live too much, it was so miserable.

Guo Twelve sighed and said, "Okay, let's do this first, and then I will figure out a way."

Yu Jie asked everyone to carry away food and fresh meat, and whispered: "If the master never comes back, we will be hungry."

Guo nodded and said, "Uncle Yu, don't worry, there will be me in the future."

At this moment, I heard the door of the courtyard rattling, and someone shouted outside, "Hey! Open the door!"

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