Reborn Just To Be a Big Shot Family Freeloader

   Chapter 478 Slap on the ground

   Seeing the good guy who had been smiling all the time, suddenly had a small temper, like a blown-up kitten, the drunkard found it very interesting, and said with a smile: "First-rank warrior, second-rank scribe!"

   With this cultivation base, how dare you blow it?

   Qixun rolled his eyes: "My father and mother practiced late, only less than two years ago, what's wrong with this cultivation?"

As he spoke, he smashed a collection of her mother's poems into his master's arms: "My mother's literary style is the top in the world! You can see for yourself, after reading it, tell me, the most powerful Shengzhou continent in the five continents, Wendao Among them, whose talent is stronger than my mother? Not to mention stronger than my mother, if she can be compared with my mother, I will serve him!"

   Drunk Hou saw this, but he was a little interested. He opened the collection and flipped through it. The expression he didn't care about was slowly put away. The more he looked, the more energetic his eyes were.

   Don't look at the rough image of a man with a long beard and a sloppy appearance, but back then, when he was the prince of the town army, he was also a Confucian general who was familiar with the history of military affairs, and his cultural literacy was really not bad.

   The more drunk Hou watched, the more and more addicted he became. After reading the wonderful point, the aftertaste was endless. Long ago, he was a good boy and forgot about it.

   He even forgot to taste his favorite food and wine.

   Qixun didn't bother his master to appreciate her mother's work, he ate something, put down Babai, took out the talisman paper, pen and ink, and began to draw talismans.

It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky, when she finished painting the magic talisman and was about to put away the magic talisman to adjust her breath, her master closed the poetry collection and praised: "The world's great talent! I have to say, good boy, your mother will be able to soar to the sky in Wendao in the future!"

   After he finished speaking, he looked at it again, and he was actually drawing a talisman, so he could not help but take the amulet drawn by Qixun to check it.

   "Hey, the fourth-grade thunderbolt talisman? It's still all superb talismans? Good boy, can you still make talismans?"

   Qixun nodded: "I'm a double-cultivator of talisman formation. Now I'm a fourth-grade spiritual talisman master, a fourth-grade formation master. However, the formation path has only broken through the fourth-grade, so I can only say that it is barely a fourth-grade formation master."

   Drunk Hou: !

  My darling, she's only ten years old!

  I am one of her knives, and my talent is no less than mine.

   My good disciple, she is still a fourth-grade talisman master! Rank Four Array Master!

   What kind of monster is this.

  The four arts of cultivation, those without talent cannot learn it at all. In particular, the formation path has the highest requirements for talent. To put it bluntly, the formation path is simply the biggest mockery of the words "diligence can make up for clumsiness".

   Therefore, the master of the four arts, no matter which continent, or even which world, are rare. As long as there is a talented person, as long as it is discovered by the sects, it is definitely a treasure cultivated by the sects.

   Before he heard his good disciple say that his third sister was an alchemist and his fifth sister was a spiritual planter, he didn't care. After all, in the broken place in the mainland of China, where the inheritance is cut off, what kind of master of the four arts can be produced?

   Now, I'm afraid he was really wrong.

   He didn't say that he was a Talisman Formation Master before, but at this level, a rank 2 warrior can make rank 4 magic talismans, and it is a top-quality talisman as soon as he shoots it!

   And in such a short time, seven or eight magic talismans, all of which are of the highest quality, such a success rate, what a heaven-defying aptitude!

  I found a treasure!

   I am a good boy!

   Qixun's straight hair was seen by his master: "Master?"

   The drunken man laughed out loud, that laughter soared into the sky, and he could not wait to scream in the sky.

  To get this good apprentice, even if I am a poor ghost for a lifetime, I will recognize Xiao Yidao!

   I'm not sure, Tiandao took away his fortune because his apprenticeship was too unnatural?

  If this is the case, the poor will be poor, and labor and capital are not afraid!

   Drunk Hou was happy and slapped the back of Qixun's head with a slap: "The talisman is well drawn, very good!"

Qi Xun was slapped directly on the ground by his slap, dizzy, his nose was almost knocked off, and he was shaking with anger: "Master, do you want your good disciples and my life to go to Huang Quandao, and we will be cut off today. Master and apprentice karma?!"

The drunken Hou picked up his good disciple with an embarrassed look: "How can we, we are master and disciple, this is a destiny. Isn't this happy for the teacher, didn't you control your strength for a while? What, treasure, you? The body still needs to be practiced. It's not strong enough."

   told the beautiful girl that she is not strong! This pot is thrown.

   Chilling!

   Qixun put away the food angrily and decided to starve her unprofessional master.

   Drunken Hou felt a little distressed about the food. He was fascinated by the poems of the good disciple and her mother, and forgot to eat it.

   But seeing his obedient being angry, he said in his mind, don't eat if he doesn't eat, anyway, he is a Wuzun, and he won't be hungry if he eats or not, it's just for the sake of eating.

   It is safer to change the subject.

   He just pretended that he didn't see Qixun putting away the dishes, and only said, "Those poems are really written by your mother?"

  Qi Xun hummed, "Then there is still a fake?"

   The two talked about poetry, and Qixun was very surprised. He didn't expect that the seemingly old and rude master was actually an all-rounder who was proficient in chess, piano, calligraphy and painting.

   Qixun felt that whenever his master paid attention to his image, repaired his eyebrows and beard, and wore a generally elegant robe, he would be like a yellow pharmacist.

  Her uncle, who used to be a martial arts fan, her uncle's idol, the female character is her third sister, and the male character is Huang Yaoshi.

Qi Xun simply said: "Master, why do you have such a big beard? You cover your face. If you shaved one day, your disciple would not recognize you. Your disciple still doesn't know what you look like. so."

   Drunken Hou sighed: "Speaking of which, you may not believe it, disciple. The reason why I have such a big beard for my teacher is really annoying to those female nuns in the cultivation world.

   In addition to being the first swordsman in the Shengzhou mainland, he is also the first beautiful man in the Shengzhou mainland. From childhood to adulthood, all the women I have seen, from four or five-year-old children to hundreds of years old female cultivators, all like to run after the teacher. In desperation, the teacher can only grow this big beard. Cover your face. In this way, it does reduce a lot of trouble. "

  Shihiro: You keep blowing! Believe me I lose.

   Drunk Hou saw what his apprentice looked like, and knew what she was thinking, he snorted, used spiritual power as a blade, shaved his beard, and showed his true colors.

  Seven Search: !

I lost!

   "Although it can't be compared to my second brother, it can be compared to my father. Master, I believe that there are indeed female nuns chasing you."

   Drunk Hou smirked: "I never brag about being a teacher. No, your second brother's aptitude is against the sky, and he looks handsome compared to being a teacher? Why don't you believe it?"

When it comes to the looks of her second brother, Qi Xun is very proud, and directly takes out a group photo of their family: "Master, see for yourself, how good is my family! You have to write down the appearance of my brother and sister and sister, In the future when you are in the refining realm, if you encounter it, please help me keep safe."

   She doesn't think that her master should waste these ten years on her.

   After all, her master also said before that the refining realm is a place of opportunity even for monks in the Martial Holy Realm.

   And being always with Master, for her, also lost the meaning of experience.

   So she plans to separate from Master after a while.

  The Drunken Hou was not only surprised that his apprentice's second brother was really handsome, but he was also amazed at the fineness of the painting, as if he had been engraved on a piece of paper.

   And this piece of paper is extremely rare, he has never seen it before.

   Qixun explained that this is not a painting, but a photo taken using factors such as light and shadow.

   After he finished speaking, he took out his camera and took a picture with his master and Babai.

   Then she gave the photo to her master: "You can put it away. If you think you are a good disciple, take it out and take a look."

   Drunk Hou carefully put it away, planning to go back to the sect to show his disciples in front of the **** in front of the sect.

   After taking the photo, Qixun simply took out a motorcycle and taught him how to ride.

   Then he taught off-road vehicle driving.

   After trying the two, the old man started talking about teenage madness, and he loved paying for the car.

  Especially on motorcycles, it made him feel excited, even more exciting than driving a spirit boat!

   Qixun smiled and said, "This is an artifact of love. When you have my mistress one day, you bring her and go for a ride on a motorcycle, then it will be called a beauty."

   Drunk Hou really wanted to slap him again, Master dares to make fun of it, is it like a word?

   But when he thought about the previous slap that slapped him on the ground, he held back.

   He managed to forget that slap with great difficulty, so she couldn't be reminded of it again. He's worried about his breakfast tomorrow!

   Qixun watched his master practice the car for a while, and then went to study the formation by himself.

  Although Drunken Hou was having a good time, he did not relax the safety of his apprentice and the little dumplings. His spiritual consciousness has been paying attention to it. It is very gratifying to see his apprentice working so hard.

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