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Chapter 3443 What to do if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (33)

Duanyuan Peak,

Yu Chen had just one thought, and the two of them disappeared from the spot for the next second, and appeared directly in Duanyuan Peak in the next second.

The girl in red looked at the fairy-like scenery in front of her. She curled her lips and smiled, looked at Yu Chen, with a little casual joke: "I never accept disciples?"

The young immortal king was cold and desireless, "I agree to your bet."

Ranbai raised his eyebrows, which was unclear.

There were only two of them in the huge Duanyuan Peak. Yu Chen arranged a residence for Ranbai, which was very close to him.

"Master." Ranbai finally asked what he hadn't asked. She pondered for two seconds and said, "Is there no third living person here?"

Yu Chen replied indifferently: "Duanyuan Peak is forbidden from entering and leaving."

“…”

Yes, very OK.

The immortal king's voice was cold: "Duanyuan Peak is not another place, so you should not be unscrupulous."

Ranbai nodded carelessly and didn't listen much.

"As a disciple of Duanyuan, you should restrain yourself and regain your etiquette and abide by the immortal rules." The immortal king looked at her coldly, knowing what Ranbai was thinking. His tone was calm: "I will take you to understand the immortal rules of Duanyuan one by one until you recite it backwards."

"Yeah." Ranbai nodded subconsciously. After pausing for a second or two, he carefully considered what Yu Chen said just now, "Hmm??"

Abide by the rules of immortality?

Reciting it like a flow?

Try her to die??

She looked at Xueyi's slender figure, and saw his solemn and cold look, and her smile curled a little, "...Immortal Rules, there is no need."

"You are the only disciple under my throne, how can you not know the rules of the Immortal of the Abyss?" Yu Chen replied calmly.

Ranbai suddenly felt a little tricky.

Is it still time for her to rebel from the master now?

Duanyuan Peak is very big, and when you look at it, you will feel a little bit empty and lonely and cold, and it is isolated from the world.

For several years, only the Immortal Lord lived here, and his heart was lonely and lonely.

In this way, this style is not surprising now.

Ranbai never expected that on the first day she entered the master, she was familiar with the rules of immortality.

It's simply deadly.

Bookstore,

layer,

The wooden bookcases are arranged in a row, and ancient and modern books can embrace the world, with a bit of ancient charm.

The sunlight shone in from outside, and the light golden mottled drifted away on the ground. The fairy man in white knelt on his knees at the pear blossom table. His back was straight and solemn, and he always looked expressionless and cold. Even in the halo, there was no warmth, like the green mountains and ice that never melted all year round.

A girl of sixteen or seventeen sat opposite him, with her red dress and gorgeous and flamboyant, lying on the table lazily, as if she was not on the right track, her face buried in her arms, with a layer of hazy light and shadow, and her body was lying like a beautiful bow. Her arms on the table pressed against the messy paper scattered on countless immortal rules. Her ink hair fell behind her, and a long black hair winded on the table, which was set against the black words of white paper and almost melted into the light and shadow, exuding a strong youthful aura, lazy and perverted.

The girl lay there like a boneless person, like a cat, playing with a brush that the immortal king placed beside him with one hand, and turned beautiful afterimages in her hand, causing the immortal king who was practicing calligraphy to glance at her calmly.

Ranbai blinked innocently.

Yu Chen said calmly while writing on rice paper: "Sit upright."

Ranbai was confident and impolite: "I'm tired after sitting for so long."

"Can't you lie down for a while?" she muttered in a low voice, her voice lazily and pleasant: "Master, please feel comfortable."

Just now, Yu Chenxue's sleeves drooped lightly, half covering his white wrist bones. His hands holding the brush were clearly tied, his eyelashes drooped in a long curve, his pupils were cold, and his fingertips were stuck there, "Since that's the case, he should be familiar."

"By the way." His eyes were calm and calm, without any emotion, and it meant a bright moon and a clear breeze.

The red-clothed demon cultivator took a deep breath, calmed down, and gave a sincere suggestion: "Sir, should Master teach me some sword skills?"

Yu Chen was indifferent and just spit out a word: "Back."

The Demon Lord, who fell to the Xuanqing Sect, was unhappy and pressed against the tip of the snow-white teeth with her tongue. Her peach blossom eyes were weird and charming, staring at Yu Chen with a gaze. Suddenly, she licked the corner of her thin lips, and supported the table with one hand to approach the white-clothed immortal in front of her, the closer and closer.

The young immortal king remained silent and left his eyes to practice writing.

There is an inch of distance between them.

Ranbai stopped. She looked at Yu Chen and casually glanced at the brush calligraphy on the rice paper. The pen tip was clear and sharp, with a unique style. Do you still need to practice?

boring.

Stained the corners of her lips, she stretched out her hand and boldly pressed Yu Chen's wrist holding the pen. Her hand was covered with snow-white and cold sleeves, and her wrist bones felt slightly hard. She smiled and said, "Is there any reward for your back?"

Yu Chen was forced to stop his movements. He quietly raised his eyes and looked at each other. The immortal king's eyes were not the coldness that was so cold that he could keep people from thousands of miles away at the beginning, nor the arrogance of laziness and impetuousness, but it was like the lonely moon in the mountain stream, with deep quiet water, revealing a faint coolness, and an indescribable sense of distance, as if no matter how close he was, he was still amiable.

Very beautiful pair of eyes, but unfortunately there is no emotion.

"release."

His voice was cold and unremitting.

"After all, I am your apprentice now, and I am still the only one." The girl's eyebrows and eyes were curved, her chin was slightly raised, and she felt a kind of casual and arrogant ruffian. "Master, can't you stop being so indifferent?"

Yu Chen said indifferently: "Respecting teachers and respecting the truth, do you still need me to teach you?"

"That's too rigid and can be acquainted." Ranbai tilted his head, and was strong even if he was not righteous. From her, he always seemed to be natural, "I'm communicating with my master."

Yu Chen lowered his eyes indifferently, his clear pupils reflected the slender fingers pressed against his wrist. His wrist flipped and circulated his spiritual power. However, the momentary movements were filled with the ruthless oppression of the great way, as if the wind was blowing away, directly shaking the girl's hand!

Ranbai increased his strength the next second, and his five fingers gathered together and clenched Yu Chen's thin wrists, and his finger bones were pale.

The two of them fought several tricks on the table.

The spiritual energy that is running is rich and sharp, and it directly lifts the rice paper on the table!

Yu Chen controlled his strength, and the rice paper floating in the air was fixed in one thought, and then it fell steadily on the pear wood table.

"The 79th Rule of the Immortal of the Abyss, you must not fight at will." Ran Bai tsk, she withdrew her hand, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Master, you seem to have violated the Immortal of the Abyss."

"It seems that you are familiar with me." The persistent brush in Yu Chen's hand did not move at all, and the falling voice was cold: "Continue."

"If I could really recite it all..." Ranbai supported his delicate jaw and thought: "Do you never have to touch the immortal rules again?"

The immortal looked at her calmly and nodded coldly.

Ranbai smiled, and when he raised his eyebrows, he showed a bit of cynical aura. He was arrogant and not restrained, casual and lazy, "Okay, then Master, please listen."
Chapter completed!
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