This teacher is not his sister.
The teacher is a man who is like a fake, and when it comes to entry time, he is still a burning brother.
The reason for taking such an unfortunate name is entirely due to the lack of knowledge of the Lord at the top of the dead.
The teacher was originally an orphan and was picked up by the lord in the wild. The child was weak and sick, and the lord thought about it, and he had to give this baby a cheap name, and the cheap name is easy to support.
The child had red lips and white teeth, like a very cute little girl, so the Lord racked his brains and thought of a name for others, called Xue Ya.
Xue Ya is getting bigger and bigger, and the longer she is, the more handsome she is.
It's okay for a country man to bear the name Xue Ya, but have you ever seen a beautiful woman named "Dog Dan" and "Tie Zhu"
The brothers and sisters in the same sect felt that it was inappropriate, and gradually stopped calling them Xue Ya, but it was not easy for them to change the name given by the Lord, so they half-jokingly called them Junior Sister.
The junior sister was short and the junior sister was short. Later, the lord simply waved his hand and said understandingly: "Xue Ya, you just change your name, let's call it a teacher, what about the ignorant ignorant?"
I'm too embarrassed to ask how... Where did normal people get this donkey's name? But the teacher has a good temper. He looked up at the Lord and found that the other party was looking at him happily, and he dared to think that he had done a great deed. The teacher couldn't bear it, and felt that even if he was wronged, he couldn't sweep the face of the Lord. So glad to kneel down and thank you, and change your name and surname from now on.
"Cough cough." The black cloak choked a few times before taking a breath, and looked up at the ink burning, "Huh? Ah Ran? Why are you here?"
Across a layer of hazy gauze curtain, those eyes are as soft as spring water, bright as stars, and they go straight into the bottom of the ink burning heart.
At a glance, those tender feelings and young men's thoughts that have been in the dust for a long time on the immortal prince are all unblocked in an instant.
It is a teacher.
Can't go wrong.
Mo Ran is a rogue embryo. In his last life, he played a lot of men and women. In the end, he didn't die of exhaustion, and he himself was quite surprised.
But the only person he liked with all his heart, he was careful and never dared to touch it easily.
In those years, he and the teacher were ambiguous, but when the teacher died, the ink burned and held the hand of others, and even the mouth was only accidentally kissed once.
The ink burned and felt that he was dirty, and the teacher was too gentle and pure, and he was not worthy of it.
This person has already made him cherish so much when he is alive, let alone after he dies. Then it has completely become the white moonlight that treads on Xianjun's heart. Let him worry about it, the people have become a loess, and under the Jiuquan, the trace of the fairy is hard to find.
However, at this moment, the living teacher appeared in front of him again, and Mo Ran had to use all his strength to restrain his excitement.
The ink burned to help the person up, dusted off the dust on the cloak for him, and felt so distressed that the flesh fell.
"If I weren't here, what would you be bullied by them? Why didn't you fight back when someone beat you?"
"I want to be reasonable first..."
"What's the point of talking to these people! Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"
"Cough cough, Ah Ran, I... I'm not in the way."
The ink burned his head and said fiercely to the Taoist priests: "People at the top of the dead, you dare to do it? You are very courageous."
"A Ran... Forget it..."
"Aren't you going to fight? Come on! Why don't you play tricks with me!"
Those Taoist priests were photographed by Mo Ran, and they knew that this person's cultivation base was far above him. They were all soft and afraid of hard.
The teacher sighed again and again and persuaded: "A burning, don't fight, you have to forgive people and forgive them."
The ink burned back to look at him, and couldn't help but feel sad and his eyes were slightly hot.
The teacher has always been so kind-hearted, and when he died in his last life, he had no resentment and no hatred. He even advised Mo Ran not to hate the master who could save his life, but stood by.
"But they..."
"I'm not fine, am I all right? It's better to have less than one thing, listen to my brother."
"Oh, well, listen to you, listen to you." Mo Ran shook his head and glared at the Taoist priests, "Did you hear? My brother is begging for you! Don't you roll? The pestle is here. , do you want me to send you?"
"Yes yes yes! Let's get out! Get out now!"
The teacher said to the Taoist priests: "Wait."
Those few people felt that the teacher had just been beaten up by them, and they felt that he would not let him go easily, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again: "Xianjun, Xianjun, we are wrong, we have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. Please Xianjun. Leave us alone!"
"I just told you well, you don't listen." The teacher sighed, "You kidnapped other people's children and suffered such a crime, making their parents feel like knives, can their consciences be okay? "
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Xianjun, we were wrong! No longer dare! No longer dare!"
"You have to be honest and upright in the future, and don't do evil things again, do you all know that?"
"Yes! What Xianjun taught is! We, we have been taught, we have been taught!"
"Since this is the case, please ask a few people to apologize to this lady and heal her children."
Even if this matter was settled, the ink burned to help the teacher to mount the horse, and he borrowed another horse in the post house. The two walked slowly and returned to the sect.
Wu hook hangs high, and the moonlight penetrates the forest and leaves, and sprinkles on the forest path.
Walking and walking, the ink burning gradually became more and more beautiful: he thought that he would at least return to the top of life and death before he could see the teacher again, but he did not expect the teacher to go down the mountain to help the road, and it happened that he bumped into it, and the ink burned more and more believe that he There is indeed a fate with the teacher.
Although at this time, the teacher has not been with himself, but he has hooked up in his previous life, and this life is obviously familiar and a matter of course.
The only thing he needs to worry about is to protect the teacher and not let him die in his arms like he did in the past...
The teacher didn't know that Mo Ran was a reborn person, and he was chatting with him as usual. The two chatted and reached the foot of the top of death and life.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, there was a person standing in front of the mountain gate, staring at them.
"Ink burning! Do you still know to come back??"
"Hey?"
The ink burned and raised his eyes, oh, what an angry arrogant son of the sky.
This person is none other than Xue Meng when he was young.
Compared with the Xue Meng he saw before he died, he was more rebellious and handsome when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. He is dressed in a light and simple battle armor with a black background and blue edges, a high ponytail, silver hair buckles, a lion head belt with a strong and slender waist, all hand guards and legs, and a narrow scimitar with a bright cold light behind him. The upper sleeve quiver shimmers in silver.
The ink burned secretly and sighed, thinking neatly:
Um, Sao.
Xue Meng, no matter when he was a teenager or when he grew up, is really very showy.
Look at him, good boy, don't sleep at night, wear the full set of battle armor from the top of the dead, what are you doing? Does the performance of the pheasant courtship peacock open the screen
However, Mo Ran does not wait to see Xue Meng, and Xue Meng may not wait to see him.
Mo Ran is an illegitimate child. When he was a child, he didn't know who his father was at all, and he lived in a music hall in Xiangtan. It was not until the age of fourteen that he was found by his family to the top of life and death.
Xue Meng is the young master of the top of the dead. After all, he is actually the cousin of the ink. Xue Meng was a young man and was a genius, known as "Heaven's Pride" and "Phoenixer". The average person builds the foundation for three years, and it takes at least ten years to cultivate the spiritual core. Xue Meng is talented and intelligent. From the entry to the spiritual core, it took only five years before and after, which made his parents happy and praised from all directions.
But in the eyes of Mo Ran, whether he is a phoenix or a chicken, a peacock or a duck, it is a bird anyway. The difference between long hair and short hair.
So the ink burned to see Xue Meng: bird stuff.
Xue Meng looked at the ink burning: dog things.
Perhaps it is a family inheritance, and the talent of ink burning is also very amazing, and it can even be said that it is even more amazing than Xue Meng.
When the ink burned, Xue Meng felt that he was very noble and glamorous, well-cultivated, knowledgeable, strong in kung fu, handsome, and did not know a few big characters like his cousin, and the stinky hooligan who was hanging around was not the same.
So the narcissistic phoenix hummed and commanded the entourage and said to them: "Listen, Mo Ran, this person is idle, ignorant and ignorant. He, treat this man like a dog."
The entourage flattered: "What the young master said is that the ink burning is already fourteen years old, and he is only now starting to cultivate immortals. I think it will take him at least ten years to build a foundation and twenty years to form a spirit. Nuclear. By then, our young master will have risen through the calamity, and he can only watch from the ground."
Xue Meng sneered proudly: "Twenty years? Well, I see his waste appearance, and he can't repair the spiritual core in this life."
Unexpectedly, the trash has been learning with the master for a year, and he has become a spiritual core.
Fenghuang'er felt like she was struck by lightning, and felt that she had been slapped in the face, and she couldn't swallow this bad breath.
So he secretly stabbed his villain, cursed Yujian's feet to slip, and cursed his tongue to knot.
Every time I see the ink burning, Xue Meng's little phoenix has to persevere to reward the two big-eyed Ren'er, and the sound of humming in the nose can be heard three miles away.
Mo Ran thinks of these childhood memories, and can't help squinting. He has not enjoyed such fireworks for a long time. After ten years of loneliness, even the things that he hated in those days are now chewing and crunchy, and the fragrance is very good. .
When the teacher saw Xue Meng, he immediately dismounted, took off the black gauze hat, and revealed a stunning face.
It's no wonder that he has to dress like this when he goes out alone, and the ink burns to the side, and he feels that his heart is shaking and he is thinking. Xindao, this person is really a stunning appearance, which is awe-inspiring.
The teacher greeted him: "Young Master."
Xue Meng nodded: "Come back? Has the human bear's affairs been handled properly?"
The teacher smiled and said: "That's right. Thanks to meeting A Ran, it helped me a lot."
Xue Meng's proud eyes were like a sharp wind and a sharp blade. He quickly swept over the ink and turned away immediately. He frowned and looked disdainful, as if looking at the ink for a while would dirty his eyes.
"Master, you go back to rest first. Don't hang out with him in the future. This is a sneaky thing. With him, you have to learn badly."
The ink burned and didn't show weakness, and laughed: "The teacher doesn't learn from me, can it learn from you? At night, he is well-dressed and fully armed, with a tail like a bird. The proud girl?"
Xue Meng was furious: "The ink burns, you let me clean your mouth! This is my home! How old are you?"
The ink burned and counted: "I am your cousin, in terms of it, it should be in front of you."
Xue Meng seemed to be splashed with shit, and immediately frowned in disgust, and said sternly: "Who has a cousin like you! Don't put gold on your face, in my eyes, you are just a quagmire. Rolling dog!"
Xue Meng especially likes to scold others as dogs. What kind of dog is born to a dog who is raised by a son of a bitch, and when he touches his lips, he is so skilled. Mo Ran has long been accustomed to this, digging out his ears and not paying attention. However, the teacher was embarrassed to hear it next to him, and whispered a few words. Xue Meng finally snorted from his nostrils and closed his noble beak.
The teacher smiled and asked gently: "Young master is so late, waiting for someone in front of the mountain gate?"
"Otherwise? Do you admire the moon?"
The ink burned and laughed: "I just said how did you clean up so good-looking, it turned out to be waiting for someone to date, hey, who was so unlucky to be missed by you? I sympathize with her, hahahaha."
Xue Meng's face was even darker, and his fingernails could drop three catties of coal. He said harshly: "You!"
"… I?"
"My son is waiting for you, how are you doing?"
Ink burning: "... ... ???"