Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Nineteen-year-old Xiao Jingxuan skipped morning classes, had breakfast at Shuweitang, then turned over and lay down on a crooked tree, dozing off in the sun.

He was holding a small wild flower picked from the roadside between his lips and humming a new song he had heard recently. He was such a carefree and handsome young man.

From time to time, people passed by the tree and talked about unfounded strange stories, such as: Who is the Taoist partner of Yunhuai Immortal?

There are also facts where concepts are replaced and the truth is distorted, such as: Did Senior Brother Xiao and Immortal Master Yunlan fall in love and kill each other today?

A female cafeteria disciple who looked unfamiliar and sad-looking, carrying a sandalwood lunch box, headed towards the small southwestern mountain peak, on which was the Fuguang Hall.

The casual Xiao Jingxuan suddenly became interested. He jumped down from the branch and landed steadily in front of people with an unruly smile on his face.

He had the air of trying to flirt with a decent girl, but the moment he spoke he sounded like a gangster, "Junior sister, where are you going with your lunch box?"

"Xiao, Senior Brother Xiao," the female disciple was confused and panicked by the good fortune of a beautiful man falling from the sky, "I'll go and deliver food to Immortal Yunlan."

Xiao Jingxuan smiled gently, took the small wild flower from his mouth and gave it to someone, "Why not give it to me? I'll deliver it to my junior master for you."

The female disciple was dazzled by his smile, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she nodded, "Okay, okay, thank you for troubling Senior Brother Xiao."

"No trouble, no trouble." He was very happy with this useless junior master.

What the hell did he do, you bastard?

Xiao Jingxuan acted cute, pitiful, and spoke sweet words. He copied and used all these skills on his junior uncle.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt wronged. He said, "Uncle Junior, I am sincerely apologizing this time. Uncle Junior, won't you even give me a chance to reform?"

Chu Huaizhou believed him again, and even happily took the tofu pudding sent by his junior nephew and ate it without any precautions.

I had diarrhea for two or three days, and my already ill body was made even worse. I felt exhausted and as thin as a piece of paper that could be blown away by the wind.

When Xiao Jingxuan met Chu Huaizhou's eyes, his light purple eyes were indifferent, revealing a sense of aloofness and coldness, but without any resentment.

In his previous life, he felt that Immortal Yunlan had a kind of pretentious nobleness.

He was curious about what extent such a holy person would jump off the altar and start to take revenge.

Therefore, Xiao Jingxuan, who had a bad nature, always angered him, bullied him, and humiliated him. In the end, when he was dying, he was rescued by him.

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"Why don't I believe you? Don't you really know? Chu Huaizhou stopped and turned around. Behind him was a field of gorgeous blue and white aquatic irises.

"Master, you know the reason. I..." Xiao Jingxuan choked.

He rubbed his sleeves with his hands, his eyes dim, and raised a bitter smile, "It's only right that Junior Master no longer believes in me."

"Now that you know, take your things and leave. Don't skip school and run to my Fuguang Palace if you have nothing to do in the future."

Chu Huaizhou's leisurely figure wandered in the blue, white, withered and yellow autumn colors, a touch of sky blue, seemingly lonely, but unwilling to be lonely.

Xiao Jingxuan took a deep breath, waved his hand and chased after him. Senior Sister Songlan’s second skill: being persistent and shameless.

"Uncle Junior Master, wait for me!"

Since he couldn't outrun him anyway, Chu Huaizhou simply didn't leave. He sat down in the tea pavilion beside the pond and asked calmly, "What else?"

Xiao Jingxuan then took out the roast chicken that he had hidden for a long time and placed it in front of him, "Junior Master, you haven't had breakfast yet, have some of this."

He seemed to have forgotten what he had just said, with a smile on his face, "I baked it early in the morning, it is now crispy and fragrant, little master uncle, come and try it."

Nowadays, there are very few cultivators in the world who abstain from eating meat. Sects like Lingxiaozhai have been sticking to their old-fashioned ways. Because they don't give people meat to eat, the number of disciples in the sect is decreasing, and the sect has almost disappeared from the world.

There was once a new disciple who was wishful thinking that since he had learned the art of shapeshifting, he could get whatever he wanted, right?

It’s not easy to say if you want to eat meat, I can just conjure up a plate of it. In fact, the spiritual power comes from the heaven and earth, it just gathers into the surface.

It has no real aroma and tastes like chewing wax. It does not have the taste of real meat. Even if you eat it, you will not feel full.

What is fake is fake, and it can never be confused with the real thing.

It was also the same at the beginning of Biluo Yundian. Thanks to the early changes in the sect rules, it was able to barely maintain its current scale.

Shuweitang originally only served vegetarian dishes and knew nothing about cooking meat.

The roasted chicken and duck are not even bled, the taste is so indescribable and hard to swallow.

Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyes and thought: I wonder what the difference is between this and Shuweitang’s.

Knowing that Junior Master's diet is light, Xiao Jingxuan always uses less oil and salt, and doesn't add cumin or anything like that. "Junior Master, sweet."

Xiao Jingxuan tore off a leg, thought about it, put it down, tore off a new wing tip, and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Don't worry, Junior Master, nothing else has been added, and there is no chili."

Chu Huaizhou raised his eyes indifferently, looked at the chicken leg he handed in front of him, hesitated for a moment, gave in to his hand, lowered his head and took a small bite.

He was really hungry. The disciple who delivered the food last night came very late, put down the food box and left without saying a word. When he found out, the food was already cold.

The salty and sweet taste melts in your mouth, the chicken skin is very crispy, the chicken meat is tender and juicy, not greasy, and leaves a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

Most importantly, this roast chicken has been bled, so there is no disgusting bloody smell in the meat.

Xiao Jingxuan looked at him, his hands tucked into his sky-blue sleeves, crossed neatly in front of his abdomen, his legs together, and his back straight.

He was distracted and thought: Is it because he doesn't want to dirty his sleeves? Or does he just want to feed himself? He is so stubborn and delicate.

The junior uncle's brows relaxed, he chewed slowly, his cheeks slightly puffed up, and his eating manners were elegant. He could be said to be a young master of an aristocratic family.

Chu Huaizhou glanced at the oil paper, his eyes twinkling like stars, "Didn't you prepare bamboo chopsticks?"

He looked down at his robes, "Is this the barbaric way to eat?"

The junior master uncle was wearing a sky-blue crescent-shaped brocade robe. He had a thin figure, a picturesque face, and calm eyes. He was indescribably elegant, which was totally out of place with the roast chicken in front of him.

Xiao Jingxuan smiled and scratched his head, saying honestly, "I had prepared it, but I was in a hurry to send it to Fuguang Palace and forgot about it for a moment."

"You don't need to do anything, lest your sleeves get dirty. I will just feed you."

Chu Huaizhou was thin-skinned. A hint of shame flashed across his calm and indifferent expression, and his cheeks turned slightly red. "How can you be so shameless?"

Xiao Jingxuan's two narrow and bright eyes were filled with smiles, "Don't worry, Junior Master, wait a moment, I'll go find a pair of chopsticks and come back soon."

"Wait," Chu Huaizhou quickly grabbed his clothes, "When will you learn the art of shapeshifting?"

Shuwei Hall is far away from Fuguang Hall. In addition, under the influence of Yundian Dharma Realm, it is a fantasy for anyone below the level of Immortal Venerable or Elder to fly a sword in the realm.

So shapeshifting is the easiest way.

He does not mean that.

Using the magic of illusion in front of Junior Master-Uncle is like wasting water in front of a person who is about to die of thirst; it is killing and destroying the person's heart.

"Haha, my nephew is stupid. I can't remember the method of the illusion technique for the moment. Uncle, please wait for a moment. I will be back soon."

After saying this, he ran away, leaving his unfinished warm words dissipated in the bone-chilling autumn wind and fallen leaves.

The wind falls silently, as if it had never been there. If it weren't for the scent of oil filling the tip of your nose, it would seem as if you had never been there either.

Will people really come back this time?