One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Huai Shan took over the ancient book from Meng Guiwen's hands.

This is what he put away.

How could it be in Gui Ni's hands?

Thinking about how Gui Ning robbed him last year, he probably took it away accidentally at that time.

"Master, sacrifice your body to the sword, don't use it anymore." It was rare for Meng Guiyi to take the initiative to take Huaishan's hand, and said this to him seriously.

When Huai Shan heard the words "sacrificing the sword with his body", his hands trembled slightly.

"You girl, what nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean don't use it anymore, are you hoping that Master will die soon?" Huai Shan came to his senses, and tapped her forehead again with his fingers.

Meng Guiwen looked at his appearance, but leaned into his arms actively, hugged his waist and said: "I dreamed, I really don't like Master now, but I don't want Master to die, so Master, there must be someone else. way."

At this time, Huai Shan's mood was as complicated as that of the five-nut moon cake.

It really has everything.

It's good for my apprentice to dream of him and care about him, but he still stabbed him severely.

Although he could feel his apprentice's rejection of him for more than a year.

It's just that when I really heard the words that I don't like Master, I was very sad.

"Forget it, Master doesn't ask you why you don't like Master. After all, you are fourteen, and I can no longer treat you like a child and teach you nothing." Huai Shan stood up holding Meng Guiyi as he said.

The head of the spirit is right, he really should teach this child something else.

He always protected her very well and never let her get a trace of mortal air.

Because of her extraordinary talent, she cannot be disturbed by the secular world.

At this time, he recalled what the headmaster said.

If the child made a mistake, what should he do?

How can he be?

Fortunately, the master woke him up, and there was still time for everything.

-

Meng Guiwen did not resist Huai Shan's embrace this time.

When she was young, she was always carried up and down the mountain by the master like this, but she didn't think it was a big deal.

In addition, her stature has really not grown much over the years.

Even being hugged by Huai Shan like this doesn't violate harmony.

Huai Shan hugged Meng Guiwen and sat in the yard.

Yu He's face slightly turned towards Meng Guiwen's side, and then retracted.

"Sorry, our master and apprentice talked a little too much, your courtyard gate, people from the training hall will come to repair it later." Huai Shan took out a bag of meat buns that were still warm from the storage ring.

This is something that Meng Guiyi has never gotten tired of eating since she was a child.

Meng Guiwen looked at the several big meat buns stuffed in his arms, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Master hasn't bought her a meat bun for a long time.

She squinted her eyes and squeezed away the soreness in her eyes.

He lowered his head and gnawed on the meat bun.

In fact, as long as she is obedient, Master will always protect her.

Yu He waved his hand, expressing his indifference.

But those eyes moved towards Meng Guiwen's direction again.

"Yu He, since my disciple came here to look for you, I probably have something to tell you. I'm going to Taiqing Peak. If I don't come back today, this girl will go back by herself. Don't be afraid."

After saying this, without waiting for Meng Guiwen to refute, Huaishan disappeared in a flash.

No, what is Yu He afraid of?

She doesn't eat people!

For a moment, the small courtyard became quiet in an instant.

"Miss, do you have something to say to me?" Yu He waited for a while, and then opened his mouth when he saw that Meng Guiwen was silent.

Meng Guiwen stuffed the last morsel of dough into his mouth, chewed it, and then said, "Sorry, I kept you waiting for more than ten days."

"Seventeen days." Yu He answered a number.

Meng Guiwen:...

I didn't ask you to say how many days you waited.

This person is too honest and not very nice.

"No problem, it will be made up later." Yu He said again.

After saying this, he poured a cup of tea for Meng Guiwen.

Then the two fell silent again.

Without Huai Shan's dealings, the two people who talked less were even more silent.

-

"Miss likes to eat pasta?"

After a while of silence, it was Yu He who broke the silence.

The mountain breeze is blowing, carrying the green wood fragrance of the forest, curling up in front of the two of them and then drifting away.

"Well, you know?" Meng Guiwen took out another meat bun, and was surprised when he heard Yu He's words.

"Because the eldest lady is very happy now." Yu He tapped lightly on the stone table with his fingers, as if to hide his nervousness.

"You know again?" Meng Guiwen replied subconsciously.

The tone is not heavy, but a little resentful.

This made the two of them freeze again.

Meng Guiwen seldom speaks like this in front of others.

Even when she consciously liked Gu Junchao, she had never talked to him like this.

Only when she was in the small courtyard of Luoxia Mountain, she would say that occasionally when she was angry with Yuhe.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen looked at the meat buns wrapped in oil paper bags, grabbed one and stuffed it in Yu He's hand.

"I came here today to apologize to you, and this meat bun must be an apology to you."

When Meng Guiwen's oily little hand was stuffing the meat bun from grabbing the meat bun, he stained his fair fingers with oil by the way.

The fingers soaked, bringing up a few traces of reverie.

Yu He pinched the meat bun in his hand, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

He has been fasting for nearly 200 years, and he has never touched meat.

Now the eldest lady stuffed him with a greasy meat bun.

It's not right for Yuhe to eat, nor is it not to eat.

But in the end, he opened his mouth slightly and ate the not-so-small meat bun.

One was the size of his fist.

Meng Guiwen ate five of them in a row.

This kid can eat it.

Meng Guiyi felt refreshed after eating the meat buns.

She squeezed a small trick to get the water out, and the water went around her fingers to clean the hand.

Meng Guiwen cleaned up his hands, then took the handkerchief and wiped it.

This oil-stained water polo flew out in an instant and exploded at the door.

The few disciples at the door avoided in time, otherwise the little water polo would fall on them.

"Junior Sister Guiwen, we are here to repair the gate of the courtyard by the order of the venerable." A disciple quickly explained loudly when he saw Meng Guiwen sitting in the courtyard.

When Meng Guiwen heard this, he didn't say anything more.

On the contrary, those few disciples in the training hall did not dare to look at it again after taking a second look.

A few days ago, it was still rumored whether Master Yuhe liked to return to Junior Sister Nie.

It's just that Master Yuhe waited for more than ten days in vain.

They all felt that Junior Sister Gui Nie must have looked down on this elderly blind man.

But now they hit him squarely.

But the gossip fire in the hearts of these disciples in the practice hall was very intense.

But he felt a long sword hanging from the back of his neck.

-

Meng Guiyi stared at the disciple who was repairing the door with his chin stuck, but didn't speak.

But it made them all sweat coldly.

Junior Sister Gui Ningming is not very old, but the oppressive force is quite strong.

Just being stared at by her with such an expressionless face makes people sweat coldly.

Forget it, they didn't see anything today.

Several people quickly repaired the gate of the courtyard, and even hung a sign on the gate of the courtyard.

It's just that when they want to start writing, they have a difficult time.

"Master Yuhe, what is the name of your yard? We are a good brand."

Hearing this, Yu He raised his head slightly, and was in trouble for a while.

He really hadn't thought about what the yard was called.

"It's called Yinsu." Meng Guiwen said.

Hearing this, the disciple of the Zhixiu hall agreed without asking Yuhe.

Silver millet is good.

Doesn't this real Yuhe look like a silver millet?

They dare not put it in the sun for fear that it will melt.