Indeed, Fengjing now has a strong feeling that she is a rag doll kept in captivity by Wu Ya. Regardless of how patient he is with her now, she is already sure that once he loses interest in her, her It will end badly.
"Isn't Mr. Wuya never accepting disciples?" The one who asked the question was Shochi who had just recovered from a serious illness.
Following Shochiku's "Mr. Wuya", the younger generation who had never seen Mr. Wuya suddenly exploded, talking non-stop that this man is actually the one who only lives in legends!
If you want to say who is the most mysterious person in Wu Wang Tian, of course it is Wu Ya Jun.
Just because he is Wu Yajun, even with the scenery standing next to him, he can feel that those gazes that were originally let go have become stressful at this moment.
But seeing Wu Ya still smiling, Feng Guang resisted the urge to turn around and leave.
"When I'm old, I suddenly want to accept a disciple. Is there anything wrong?" Wu Ya smiled and looked at Songzhu. Something in the bones.
Of course, it was impossible for Shochiku to answer "No". Although he was young, he also knew who could and couldn't be messed with, and on the few occasions when he saw Wu Ya, no matter which time, those qualifications were more important than him. Old people will put on an obedient appearance. Of course, Shochiku can't get the answer that other people want to do. It's just that people go with the flow and do what other people do. Even if he thinks he is noble, he can't bear it. Live is affected.
"I don't have that intention." Shochiku lowered his head slightly, which was a sign of respect, and he said again: "I'm just surprised that Mr. Wu Ya would choose to accept disciples."
"It's nothing unexpected." Wu Ya said with a smile: "I've taken a fancy to the scenery, so naturally I want her to be by my side."
Feng Feng's face turned crimson all of a sudden, did he have to make his words so imaginative! ? If people who don't know listen to it, they might say that there is something wrong with the two of them.
Elder Songzhu was somewhat embarrassed, he said: "What Mr. Wu Ya said is true."
Then take a step back and don't speak.
At this moment, Daoist Yunji finally smiled and said: "Since Mr. Wuya has accepted Xia Fengguang as his disciple, then Xia Fengguang will also be our Wu Wangtian's disciple in the future."
"My dear disciple." Wu Ya looked down at the scenery beside him, and reminded with a smile, "What are you still standing there for? Call Master."
"Master..." Fengfeng yelled reluctantly, and I don't know how many people envy and hate her because of this yell.
Wu Ya said that hearing the "Master" made him feel at ease, and then he took Feng Jing's hand, and in less than a blink of an eye, they returned to Sunset Peak.
Wuya has always come and gone without a trace, even more unrestrained than the wind, showing his face at the teacher apprenticeship ceremony is already considered to give Yun Jidao a good face, it is impossible for him to stay from the beginning to the end matter.
It is a foregone conclusion that Feng Jing became Wu Ya's disciple, but Wu Ya has never understood the sadness of Feng Jing.
On this day, when Wu Ya was busy in the kitchen, Jing Jing was sitting on the steps of the door in a daze, when a slender figure just broke into her field of vision.
Qianxi... She should be called Qianxi now, she smiled and asked, "Is Mr. Wu Ya here?"
This attitude of smiling three-pointedly on the face of everyone is easy to arouse people's favor, but the scenery can only look numb, she has not forgotten that this person is the cruel and merciless male lead, and even if she tells others He is actually the Demon Emperor, but no one would believe her.
The glory was getting bigger, she stood up and shouted, "Master!"
But for a moment, there was an extra voice beside her, "What's wrong?"
"This person will bully me in the future!"
Wu Ya looked at Qianxi, he narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said with a light smile, "Then Master will beat him up for you."
This is enough to make people feel heart-pounding without asking the reason, if one can ignore the spatula still held in his right hand...