Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

After Feng Canglin and his wife, Shen Siguan and Zong Zhengling had finished talking about things, they were ready to go back. After all, the weapon refiner conference was not over yet.

Seeing Rong Yueyuan who had no intention of leaving, Song Luo glanced at Feng Canglin, and then took the first step with Shen Siguan and Zong Zhengling.

As the fifth elder invited by Zijing Mansion, he definitely can't stay here.

Looking at Feng Canglin who was about to take him away at any moment, Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice rang out, "I'll just say a few words to Zhizhi."

When he first arrived, Zhizhi scratched himself a bit and had to be coaxed.

Based on her distrust of Rong Yueyuan, Feng Canglin said, "I'll wait for you outside."

After saying that, Feng Canglin stood up and went out.

Yesu also went to find the kitchen.

When only the couple was left in the room, Song Yizhi turned around and stared at Rong Yueyuan.

"I was wronged." Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi with an innocent face.

Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows.

Looking at Song Yizhi, who was about to lift his chin and looked arrogant, Rong Yueyuan said gently, "I originally wanted to go and talk to Palace Master Han. After all, he was very worried, but I met those people on the way there. Under the dissuasion of the Great Elder and the Demon Emperor, I can only bring them together."

Song Yizhi fed half of the snack in his hand.

Rong Yueyuan opened his mouth and ate.

"I'm not angry, I just want to be a monster." Song Yizhi said it so confidently.

Rong Yueyuan nodded, his gentle eyes filled with helpless indulgence.

"They just came here to see if I was okay." Song Yizhi put his elbows on the table and leaned forward with most of his body, as if he was half-lying on the table.

"They must be very disappointed when they see me like this." Song Yizhi shook his head, "But it can only disappoint them. I absorbed a lot of dragon scales and restored a lot of strength."

Rong Yueyuan said worriedly, "Reach out your hand and let me take a look."

Song Yizhi slowly stretched out a hand and handed it over.

Rong Yueyuan held Song Yizhi's wrist and checked it with his spiritual power.

After sensing the abundant and majestic divine power, Rong Yueyuan felt a little relieved.

After Rong Yueyuan let go of his hand, Song Yizhi retracted his hand and picked it up.

Looking at the little girl who looked like a cat holding hands, Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and tapped her forehead, "Looking at the divine power flowing in your body, I think you are almost fine."

Song Yizhi raised her head to hide from Rong Yueyuan's hand, and she said slowly, "No way, oh, I don't have any strength anymore."

Looking at the little girl who fell down at the drop of a hat, Rong Yueyuan was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Cunning." As he said this, Rong Yueyuan moved the dessert plate further away from the table to avoid blocking Song Yizhi from lying on the table.

Song Yizhi tilted his head and looked at Rong Yueyuan, then lowered his eyes and muttered, "I have no strength, I can't walk anymore."

Looking at the delicate and frail person, Rong Yueyuan stood up and walked up, bent down and reached out to pick him up and walked towards the bed.

Song Yizhi, who was almost paralyzed in Rong Yueyuan's arms, raised his head and glanced at the person. Seeing his still gentle and indulgent expression, he asked curiously, "Don't you think I'm being pretentious?"

"I don't think so. I think you are naughty and cute." Rong Yueyuan weighed the little girl in his arms and saw that she was still hanging lazily. He felt helpless.

Rong Yueyuan put Song Yizhi on the bed, looked at the person slumped on the bed, and said with some reluctance, "I'm going back first."

Song Yizhi raised a hand.

Rong Yueyuan stretched out his hand to hold the cold catkin and gently pulled the person up.

Song Yizhi sat up and looked at Rong Yueyuan, "Be careful."

"You too." Rong Yueyuan warned, "Don't wrong yourself."

Song Yizhi's mouth curved, his eyes full of helplessness.

When Rong Yueyuan came out of the house, he saw Feng Cang Linzheng standing under the eaves with his hands behind his hands, looking at Song Yiyue.

"Demon Emperor." Rong Yueyuan walked up and said hello.

Feng Canglin glanced at Rong Yueyuan, and then looked at Yaonv not far away. Looking at Song Yiyue practicing her sword in the wind and rain, Feng Canlin said happily and a little distressedly, "This child has become tougher."

Rong Yueyuan looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

Feng Canglin turned his head and glanced at the silent Rong Yueyuan, "Looking at you like this, you don't seem to agree?"

"For those who cultivate immortality, this is nothing." Rong Yueyuan said truthfully.

Feng Cang raised an eyebrow, "What if it were changed to Zhi Zhi?"

"It will hurt." Rong Yueyuan said gently.

Feng Canglin looked at Rong Yueyuan, who only said three words without any follow-up, and asked, "What next?"

"If Zhizhi is willing, I will give him everything I have." Rong Yueyuan's tone was slow and steady, "It might be more stringent than this."

Generally speaking, Su Dai Professor Song Yiyue was a bit gentle.

Feng Canglin glanced at Rong Yueyuan and said nothing in the end.

"Fellow Daoist Su, can you let me have a few words with Yueyue?" Feng Cang said to Su Dai on his side.

Su Dai glanced sideways at the Demon King, then nodded.

After Song Yiyue stopped practicing her sword, Feng Canglin used his demonic power to roll her over, and then used two dust-removing techniques.

Looking at Yaonv who felt refreshed, Feng Canglin asked, "How do you feel?"

"The rain is so heavy!" Song Yiyue said. She raised her hand and wiped her face where there was no rain. "I can't keep my eyes open!"

When Feng Canglin saw this, he was a little dumbfounded.

"As long as you draw your sword fast enough, you can cut off the rain." Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice sounded.

Song Yiyue trembled, then put away her sword and saluted her father and Rong Yueyuan.

"Come, let father see how you are progressing." Feng Canglin said.

Facing the sudden father's love, Song Yiyue felt like crying.

really! It doesn’t have to be this way!
Rong Yueyuan remained silent as he watched the father and daughter competing in the rain.

Song Yiyue's strength was there. Although it had improved, she still couldn't get through three moves under Feng Canglin's Fanghai.

Seeing Song Yiyue who was a little discouraged, Feng Canglin took her back to the roof.

"Great progress." Feng Canglin said.

Song Yiyue looked up at her father's gentle expression, and her anxious heart gradually relaxed.

"The foundation has become much stronger, and the understanding of swordsmanship has also become much deeper." Feng Canglin was very pleased.

Facing her father's praise, Song Yiyue raised her hand and scratched her head in embarrassment.

"I feel that I have calmed down a lot during this period." Song Yiyue looked at her father and said, "When my mind is calm, I can understand the swordsmanship very quickly."

Feng Canglin nodded, "Keep going."

"Yes! Father!" Song Yiyue said.

Looking at Yaonv, who was full of energy, the look on Feng Canglin's face became gentler. He waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Song Yiyue nodded.

After Song Yiyue went over to continue practicing his sword, Feng Canglin and Rong Yueyuan left and returned to Zijing Mansion.

After the two left, Song Yizhi came out of the house at some point. She lazily leaned on the pillar and watched her sister practicing her sword in the rain.

Su Dai teleported to the eaves and leaned against another pillar. "You are also good at swordsmanship. Do you want to give me some advice?"

Song Yizhi waved his hand, "I can't."

With Su Dai here, it's better not to show off oneself.

Su Dai glanced at Song Yizhi and then sneered, "You're just lazy." (End of Chapter)