After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

His own son believed that the newly minted deputy sect leader Yunyun was forced to take a big blame.

Yun Fu was expressionless.

Luo Jiuqiu suppressed a smile.

Xiao Luoyao blinked his big eyes, bit his finger and asked again: "So good or bad, who is this?"

Hong Ling was afraid that Deputy Sect Leader Yun would be displeased and annihilate the family, so she quickly hugged Xiao Luoyao and ran away. As she ran, she said, "Hey, dear, let's go play with the butterflies with my sister. I'm doing my mother's business."

Xiao Luoyao nodded obediently and waved her fleshy little hands to say "goodbye" to her mother.

Luo Jiuqiu also waved his hand, then looked at Yun Fu with evil intentions, curled his lips and said: "Yun Yun, I didn't expect you to be so bad in my son's mind?"

Yunfu had no expression on his face and said calmly: "I can be worse, do you want to know?"

Luo Jiuqiu had goosebumps all over his body, and he cursed in a low voice: "I'm sick!"

Then he didn't bother to pay attention to Yun Fu, who might go crazy at any time, and turned to look at his eldest disciple who was suspected of being split in two.

Bai He, who was lying there, still had no soul, only a shell, no breathing, no heartbeat, his body was not rotten, and there was no reaction at all.

On the side, Bai He looked at his other self who was lying unresponsive, his brows slowly furrowed, and then he suddenly stretched out his finger, and his fingertips quickly touched the center of Bai He's eyebrows on the Hanyu bed.

Luo Jiuqiu was shocked and it was too late to stop him.

Luo Jiuqiu did not expect Bai Heer to suddenly take action.

A burst of white light suddenly lit up between Bai He's eyebrows, and was immediately absorbed by Bai He's two fingers.

Baihe Eryi closed his eyes for a moment.

Luo Jiuqiu resisted the urge and did not slap the fake apprentice to death.

The fake apprentice retracted his fingers, closed his eyes for a quarter of an hour, and then opened his eyes, with lines like water waves swaying in his eyes.

The fake disciple said: "Master, I have just received all the memories of me lying down."

Luo Jiuqiu: "..."

Luo Jiuqiu suspected that this fake apprentice had evolved and knew how to sleep, but he would not do it.

Luo Jiuqiu frowned and said, "Even if you have all the memories of Bai He, you are not the real Bai He. If you act like a monster again, I will kill you."

Baihe's second child glanced at Luo Jiuqiu.

It is clear that Bai Minghe is much taller than Luo Jiuqiu, but at this time his eyes are looking from bottom to top, with some attachment and full reverence, as if he has been looking up, looking up at the eternal years.

After a while, Bai Heer said calmly: "Master, don't worry, I will not hurt Bai He. My time of existence is limited, I just want to know more about him."

What he knew more about, Bai Heer didn't say in the end.

Luo Jiuqiu frowned. She naturally knew that Bai Heer, as a memory carrier, had a time limit.Wuming speculates that the moment the memory carrier naturally dissipates, Bai He's spirit will naturally return.

Luo Jiuqiu temporarily believed Wuming, so she was very tolerant to Bai Heer, the fake disciple, otherwise, she would have broken his neck.

Luo Jiuqiu straightened the collar of the real disciple lying on Hanyu's bed, then turned and left.

Luo Jiuqiu is not afraid that the fake disciple will hurt the real disciple, not because of some vague intuition, but because she cast a one-way counterattack spell on the bodies of the real and fake disciples. If the real disciple is fatally injured, he will Instantly transfer the injury to the fake apprentice.

Bai Heer stood there, looking at Luo Jiuqiu's back, and in his heart was the story of how Bai He and Luo Jiuqiu met and got along.
Memories belonging to the other Bai He washed back and forth. Bai He Er had no expression on his face and murmured after a while: "Master is so ruthless."

The ruthless Luo Jiuqiu changed his body and took three-year-old Luo Yao to check his homework.Luo Jiuqiu, a crazy cultivator, discovered painfully that his son had not yet entered the door of cultivation. Except for a little innate spiritual power, this little kid had almost no acquired spiritual power.

As we all know, the monks in Jingxuan Continent can only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into their own use if they truly step into the door of cultivation.

Luo Jiuqiu was shocked and asked Yunfu: "Is it your fault or mine? Why is our son so stupid?"

The three priestesses who had been ordered by Wuming to accompany Luo Yao at all times endured it for a long time. Finally, they couldn't hold it back and opened their mouths to clear Xiao Luo Yao's name.

The priestess said: "Xiao Luoyao has excellent bones, a natural Taoist body, and nine spiritual channels. The reason why he has so little spiritual power in his body is because he hasn't started practicing yet."

Luo Jiuqiu said: "Since we have this opportunity, wouldn't it be a waste not to practice?"

The second priestess said: "Xiao Luoyao is still young, and he still has a long way to go."

Luo Jiuqiu: "Fart! At his age, this sect master has already meditated and entered samadhi. If we don't practice as soon as possible, no matter how long the road is, there will be an end."

The third priestess said: "Don't worry, Sect Leader Luo. After the high priest comes back, he will personally teach little Luoyao and lead him to start practicing."

Luo Jiuqiu: "If a young man doesn't work hard, the old man will be miserable. Wait until Wuming comes back to teach me, and the day lily will be cold."

The three female priests were completely defeated, not because Luo Jiuqiu was right, but because Luo Jiuqiu did not listen.

Luo Jiuqiu has one point of view, that is, her son should practice cultivation.

Xiao Luoyao looked at her mother innocently, judging from her expression that her mother was not very happy.

Luo Jiuqiu stuffed a copy of the Introductory Mental Methods of Moon Worship into the arms of ignorant little Luoyao, and sighed: "Son, my mother thinks it's time for you to practice. You are limited to three months to read this book." Familiar. Next time we meet, mother wants to see you become a monk."

Little Luoyao didn't know the difficulty at all, so she nodded obediently, hugged her mother, kissed her several times, and said softly: "Mother, smile, you must be good."

Luo Jiuqiu, who had always pretended to have a straight face, instantly raised his lips and smiled, and touched the soft back of Xiao Luoyao's head.

Luo Jiuqiu smiled and said: "It's good. Practice hard. Mother will come back to see you."

Xiao Luoyao nodded obediently: "Okay, mother, listen to me!"

The three priestesses: "..."

They had reason to suspect that Sect Master Luo just used the excuse that little Luoyao had not practiced yet, and then took the opportunity to abandon his son and leave.

Sure enough, Xiao Luoyao, who had not seen her mother for a long time, was not willing to let her mother leave.

As soon as Luo Jiuqiu flew away, Xiao Luoyao rushed over to hug his legs.

Luo Jiuqiu looked helpless and said: "Didn't my son promise his mother to practice hard? My son is too weak. You need to retreat!"

Although little Luoyao, who was too weak at three years old, didn't quite understand it yet, she was already very ashamed and wanted to let go without crying and no longer stop her mother from leaving.

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Luoyao nodded obediently like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "Yao Yao, be obedient and stay in seclusion!"

Murong Xun, who happened to come to the Four Gods Meeting to see Luo Jiuqiu for something, was amazed and shouted: "Luo Jiuqiu, you are so shameless! Even your own son..."

Luo Jiuqiu covered Murong Xun's mouth and said, "This is called strategy."

As Luo Jiuqiu spoke, he nodded with satisfaction to Xiao Luoyao, turned around and ran away.

Tuliu's obedient little Luoyao really went into seclusion with the moon worship method.