I became a peerless master

Chapter 4 Immortal Cultivation Is Just My Occupation
Chapter 4: Immortal Cultivation Is Just My Occupation
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Zhang Xuemo's tone changed slightly in this direction, and Song Ye immediately understood.

That's right, even though he hasn't personally seen how immortals and mortals get along with each other, Song Ye's ears have already been filled with the full 18 years of his life.

In the eyes of those immortal cultivators who destroy the world, mortals are nothing but ants.

Just as ordinary people are not polite to ants on the ground, immortals are not polite to mortals.

If a mortal has something good that others are interested in, it is a great thing for the ancestors to accumulate virtue~

No wonder Erya, a silly child, made a false accusation and harassed him, but the other party hasn't lost his temper yet.

"This painting was made by me in the past two days. I just want to send it as a gift. If the fairy likes it, it's the same to give it to you directly!"

The tone was full of casualness, and Song Ye deliberately paused at the point of "doing it casually".

This is Song Ye's careful strategy, emphasizing that the painting is his own work, and secretly hinting to the other party that he can still paint in the future, and don't kill the chicken to get the egg.

Damn it, these high-flying monks get the painting and reveal their true colors, killing people to silence them or something.

The other party smiled indifferently, and there was even a look of humility and sincerity on his face, but Zhang Xuemo's mind suddenly tensed up?
Random?
Send it directly to me?
What the hell is this old monster thinking? Could it be to me...

Bah... He is such an existence, already at the same level as Master and the others, how could he have any thoughts about a little monk like me.

A bigger conspiracy, could it be that he had a crush on Dazezong...

"Fairy?"

After a brief glance, Song Ye was almost speechless when he saw the expression of hesitation on the face of the cold female immortal in front of the table.

Nima, are you a cultivator, okay?If you are so hesitant to take mortal things, you are directly degenerate!
You should hurry up and collect it, is it possible that you still plan to not want it now, can you steal it at night?

"Then...little...little girl, thank you...senior~"

Urged for the second time by this inscrutable 'old monster', Zhang Xuemo almost burst into tears and quickly took the ink painting handed over by the other party.

"Don't call me senior, I'm just an ordinary person!" Hearing her call senior again, Song Ye quickly waved his hand to stop her, and his tone was quite desperate.

Young Master is really just an ordinary person!
What if you yelled like 'senior, senior' one day you feel wronged and command Feijian to chop me off?
It really can't afford to get along with these immortals who are flying into the sky and escaping from the ground.

Oops, it's going to be exposed!
I'm so confused, I think that people are playing games here, how could they be so stupid to try to expose it again and again!
Hearing Song Ye's words, Zhang Xuemo suddenly shivered, and explained in a flash of inspiration:
"Cultivating immortals is only my profession, and ancient ink painting is my true love in my life. Sir, you are unparalleled in ancient ink painting. Looking at one of your paintings, I suddenly realized that I deserve the title of 'senior'."

Feelings are like this!It turns out that this is also an immortal cultivator who is not doing his job properly!
Song Ye suddenly realized, no wonder this girl couldn't move her feet when she saw the master's painting.

Feeling a little complacent in his heart, indeed, Song Ye's attainments in calligraphy and painting are enough to be called the world's best.

Although there is no way to be like those immortals, there are mountains, rivers, mountains and rivers in the painting, but top-level artworks cannot escape.

"Little sister-in-law, why is Taoism not your hobby?"

Zhang Xuemo's 'nature' was exposed, and the round-faced girl behind her opened her eyes wide, showing a look of shock.

"Didn't you say that you have to relax in practice? My way of relaxing is different from yours."

Quickly tell a lie to prevaricate one or two, at this moment Zhang Xuemo can't wait to hang up and beat the stupid niece and niece behind her.

"I see!"

Sun Shuang'er, a round-faced girl, showed a dazed expression, nodded one after another, and said, "Let me just say, it's absolutely impossible to practice boringly every day!"

"It's a pity that I only like to eat Shuang'er. Are you the one who made these beautiful juices in the store?"

Zhang Xuemo's face was full of black lines. Before he could open his mouth to smooth things over for Sun Shuang'er, Song Ye had already answered calmly.

"I made some fruit wine at random, if this fairy likes it, I would just take two bottles back with me."

"Thank you sir!" Afraid that his stupid niece would say something shocking again, Sun Xuemo hurriedly grabbed her and thanked her sincerely.

"Don't be polite, it's fate for the two fairies to come to my shop, you can't enter my 'Worriless Grocery Store', and let you return with sorrow and regret!
Song Ye waved his hand casually, and explained calmly, Zhang Xuemo seemed to have caught something, but he couldn't explain why.

I had no choice but to put away the painting solemnly, offered to pay for two bottles of fruit wine for Sun Shuang'er, and carefully pulled my niece and teacher out of the grocery store.

"The young master is really talented, and even the female fairies are fascinated by him..."

After watching the two leave with great care, Song Ye couldn't help showing a smile.

That's right, there are also many immortal cultivators who are not doing their jobs properly. Otherwise, how could there be products of modern cities such as spiritual stones, cars, airplanes, and neon lights?

I hope that this good-looking fairy girl will come back to discuss ink painting with my master in the future...

After looking forward to it casually, Song Ye put the matter behind him.

Outside the store door, the noon sunshine of Binhe City shone on Zhang Xuemo's body, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his body in an instant, and his body suddenly staggered.

The pressure dissipated, and sweat drenched the whole body in an instant.

"Little aunt, why did we leave in such a hurry, there are obviously a lot of juices in the store..."

The delicate and innocent girl complained dissatisfiedly behind her, but she was facing a pair of deserted eyes filled with terror.

"I…"

Sun Shuang'er was taken aback by her gaze. Although she didn't know why the other party's gaze was so frightening suddenly, she hurriedly stammered to explain.

"Little...Little master...Auntie, I know that cultivation is the most important thing, no...you can't indulge yourself too much, two bottles of juice are enough!"

"Frost!"

Zhang Xuemo's eyes were extremely serious, almost gritted his teeth and made a sound.

"You must remember what I say next."

The round-faced girl's eyes were foggy, but she didn't dare to disobey it in the slightest.

Zhang Xuemo said word by word, cadenced and solemn: "This world is very big, and many times blessing and disaster are only in one thought."

"Put away your character of cultivating immortals, no matter who you touch in the future, be polite to me!"

"Otherwise, with your brain, you don't even know how you died!"

The words were extremely warning, and Sun Shuang'er subconsciously nodded, but she still couldn't help but want to refute.

The little aunt also said to me, when did this girl go to the street to buy food, didn't she honestly line up to pay?
It's just that the round-faced girl didn't have time to say anything in the future, Zhang Xuemo had already dragged her into a light, and flew straight towards the Zongmen's location in the city center...

(End of this chapter)