Gu Fenghua can be sure that this time it's not Guiye's help, and from her understanding of him, it seems that he doesn't have such strong strength.

"If it's not him, who will it be?" Lornmen asked, puzzled.

"I'd like to know, but who do you want me to ask?" Gu Fenghua.

"Who will it be, and who will it be?" Lorne thought hard, but he couldn't figure out the answer. He said to himself, clutching his hair.

"Unfilial, unfilial! I think Zhong Nantian thinks he's very noble. He doesn't want to accept disciples all his life. In the end, he accepts such an unworthy disciple as you! " All of a sudden, the figure flashed around, and an old man with silver beard appeared out of thin air, thumping his chest and feet, said with a sad face.

"Master!" Lorne raised his head in surprise, and his face immediately changed. He jumped up like a cat that had been trampled on its tail, and uttered a soul stirring scream, "hell, master cheated his body..."

Gu Fenghua was surprised to hear Luo en calling out the word "master": did he really guess that the coffin of nanlizong, the supreme elder, could not be covered?

However, looking at the old man's sullen face, Gu Fenghua was relieved. If he really came back from the dead, he didn't have to worry. Seeing this, he would be angry again.

"Well, stop screaming. Your master is not dead." Gu Fenghua catches up with Luo en, who just fell to the ground and is ready to jump up, and covers her mouth.

"Really not dead, master. Are you really not dead?" Lorne finally calmed down a little, opened Gu Fenghua's hand on his mouth and asked carefully.

"Do you really want me to die? Are you satisfied with being a teacher? Pity me, Zhong Nantian, who was the heartless disciple of you in the end? I've been gone for only a few days, and you forget me. Are there any disciples like you in the world? How can you be worthy of my teaching? That's how you become an apprentice. Can you have a snack... "It's OK that Luo en didn't open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Nantian was even more indignant. He talked like a complaining woman, and almost didn't cry.

The elder of Tangtang nanlizong was angry by his precious apprentice and became a resentful wife. Gu Fenghua felt a chill when he saw it. But when she thought about Lorne's heartlessness, she was relieved. No matter who it is, such an apprentice would not be better than Zhong Nantian.

"How can I blame you? How can I know you're not dead? Besides, when did you tell me that you have such a strong strength? How could I guess it was you? " Lorne muttered.

"You dare to quibble. You are heartless and ungrateful. You don't remember me as a master at all." Zhongnan's beard was trembling, and Luo en was scolded bloody.

"Well, I know it's wrong. Don't be angry, master. I'm wrong this time. I won't do it next time. I'll pinch your shoulders and beat your legs for you to calm down. " Being scolded like this, Luo en was not ashamed. Instead, he sat down holding Zhong Nantian with a smiling face, pinching his shoulders and beating his legs. He was very busy.

"Well, you have a conscience." Zhongnantian grunted twice, squinting his eyes, showing a pleasant color.