When the old man said this, he suddenly shook his gourd and laughed, "But, my wine is gone, so as his disciple, shouldn't you show some appreciation... Hehe!"
He Xi was a little overwhelmed for a moment. This plot twist was too dramatic.
She coughed softly and said, "Untie me first."
"Okay! Okay! Then you have to give me some wine, my good disciple."
The old man raised his black hands, as if he was about to move, but suddenly stopped. "No, my dear disciple, you haven't called me master yet! If you don't call me master, how can I help you? I only save my dear disciple~"
The corners of He Xi's mouth twitched, and he glared at him fiercely, "You threaten me!"
"Hehehe, how can that be considered a threat? Didn't you agree to take this old man as your master in the mountains?"
"When did I agree?!"
The old man made a scoundrel-like expression, pointing at Wuxin who was standing beside him and saying in a fuss, "Oh my, this little fellow is seriously injured. If he is not treated, his cultivation will drop from the Nascent Soul stage. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful. It's a pity that no one can save him."
He Xi glanced at Wu Xin, who was covered in blood and dying, and gritted his teeth, uttering two words, "Master!"
"Oh, my good disciple!" The old man suddenly smiled and waved his hand to immediately remove the black rope on He Xi.
He Xi didn't bother to talk to him, and quickly walked to Wu Xin and fed him a pill first.
Wu Xin was already in a daze at this time. He opened his eyes and saw her, muttering: "Fortunately, Princess, you are okay, otherwise... the master would definitely... be worried to death..."
"Fool!" He Xi picked up the silver needle and inserted it into his body neatly, preventing his injury from getting worse. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Idiot! How can someone's life be more important than your own? You're almost dead, and you're still afraid that Nangong Yu will worry..."
At this time, the cloaked man who was knocked away by the gourd finally climbed up from the roof.
He felt dizzy from the blow to his head, but his body was not injured. Seeing He Xi and the crazy old man who had been untied, he immediately became furious and said, "Where did you come from, you stinky old man? How dare you ruin my good thing? Are you tired of living?"
The old man shook his head and said, "How can you be so rude, young man? Do you understand the principle of respecting the old and loving the young? It was you who spilled my wine, so shouldn't you compensate me?"
"Tsk tsk, you actually plotted against my beautiful and well-behaved little disciple. Look at you wearing a cloak in the middle of the night, how shameful it is! I think you must be jealous of my disciple's beauty..."
This nonsense made the cloaked man so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
He Xi's mouth twitched, and he interrupted the old man, "Master, who is stronger between you and this guy?"
Since he has already acknowledged that the old man is his master, He Xi will naturally not be pretentious anymore.
The old man touched the gourd and laughed, "Oh, it's hard to say, it's hard to say. If there is wine to drink, I can kill three cows. If there is no wine..."
"Master, if you beat him down, I will make sure you have endless wine to drink in the future!"
"Really?! My dear disciple, please don't lie to me~"
He Xi crossed his arms and looked at him with a smile, "If I lied to you, you can just expel me from your sect!"
"Oh, how can that be? You are my good disciple whom I finally got~" (To be continued)