Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan squinted his eyes and looked at the arrogant "dog" leader who was standing next to his master with his tail raised.

I cursed silently in my heart: How can a Pavilion Master be such a bitch? Why does he complain about everything?

"Uh ah..." He blinked in a confused manner, then scratched his head stupidly, "My disciple is having a nightmare."

"Due to the nightmare, my mind was a little unclear, so I did those crazy things. I hope Master will not be offended."

He bowed his hands and bent over to face Yu Changfeng, rolled his eyes slightly, and said lazily, "I hope Pavilion Master will forgive me."

Yun Huai happened to be sipping hot tea with his head down, so luckily he didn't see it. "I see, then the Pavilion Master must have wrongly blamed you."

He turned his head and glanced at Yu Changfeng. His dark and meaningful gaze swept across him from head to toe and then fell on his face.

"I think the Pavilion Master has been too idle to do anything lately." Yun Huai said yin-yangly, "He was just joking with a 19-year-old kid."

Yu Changfeng instantly felt like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of the neck. He stood up straight and smiled awkwardly, "I just stole half a day to relax."

Xiao Jingxuan watched the fire from the other side of the river, and asked in a tone of accusation: "Ah, Pavilion Master, have you found the whereabouts of Elder Yu Huai?"

Yun Huai seemed to have suddenly remembered this and gently put down the teacup, "Yu Huai's intentions are not pure. The longer he lives at the foot of the mountain, the more danger there will be for the people."

"Master, this matter needs to be done as soon as possible."

Yu Changfeng stopped smiling and turned serious. "According to the messages from disciples from all over the mountain, no trace of him has been found in many places."

"He escaped after the initial trial when his body was covered in wounds. I don't think he will cause any trouble for the time being."

Yun Huai said slowly: "At that time, in the dungeon, he said some extremely treasonous words, and I slapped him for it."

Yu Changfeng continued his words, "And it's only ten days until New Year's Eve, and all the disciples down the mountain are preparing to come back and gather together."

"I've been thinking about it. The demon bones have reappeared in the world, and Yu Huai has run away again. The coming year will definitely not be smooth. I want them to have a good new year."

Yun Huai placed his fingers lightly on the rim of the cup, tapping it thoughtfully, "That's fine, let's leave these trivial matters for next year."

"Ah...times have really changed," Yu Changfeng sighed heavily, "Usually these things were handed over to Yu Huai to handle."

"Thinking back to this time last year, the top of the Azure Cloud Peak was already decorated with lights and full of joy."

At this moment a few years ago, it was quite sad.

New Year’s Eve is a day of celebration for the whole world. Ordinary people living down the mountain take it very seriously, and all the major immortal sects and families also prepare for the celebration.

When Xiao Jingxuan was a child, he looked forward to the Chinese New Year the most, because only on New Year's Eve could his poor family eat meat.

Perhaps it is due to inertia, even though he has enough food and clothing now and can drink and eat meat at every meal, he still looks forward to New Year's Eve.

For example, when a vicious dog sees his owner holding a stick, he will immediately bare his teeth, thinking that his owner is going to beat him as usual.

Bad qualities that are ingrained in your bones can never be changed.

When Xiao Jingxuan was a child, he would pick up buns from the mud because he was hungry, and he still does so now.

Even though he wasn't hungry now, even though he wasn't starving.

"Pavilion Master, Master." Xiao Jingxuan's eyes were deep, and he said with a cupped hand, "Disciple has an unwelcome request."

It was rare to see him being respectful, Yu Changfeng acted as if he had seen something strange, "Can you still ask for something?"

As soon as he finished his words, Yun Huai glared at him. He quickly changed his words, "Well, tell me how it is unfair."

"This New Year's Eve, could you let me prepare it? I will definitely do it properly."

He looked over with a determined gaze, like a puppy with earnest hope.

Looking at those round green eyes makes one's heart soften and unable to refuse.

Yun Huai naturally favored him. He pretended to have considered it seriously. After a moment's silence, he said, "I have no objection. What do you think, Master?"

Yu Changfeng was naturally a strict husband, so he waved his hand and said, "I'll leave it to you to do it, so you don't have to waste your time looking for trouble all day."

"Thank you, Master."

Accompanied by the falling snowflakes, if you listen carefully, New Year's Eve is really approaching.

Looking east, time is slowly approaching

Hot memories surge up.

Xiao Jingxuan went down the mountain to purchase some useful decorations, especially big red lanterns, and carried two sacks on his shoulders.

He walked and stopped frequently along the way, but instead of putting down the things on his shoulders, wiping the sweat off his face and taking a rest, he took out a paper box from his arms.

He held it in the palm of his hand, looked at it carefully, and then put it back in his arms cautiously.

It was a small painted clay sculpture, which he had the craftsman boss rub and paint according to Chu Huaizhou's appearance.

He originally wanted to ask the boss to make another one of himself to make a pair, but unfortunately it was getting late and the craftsman had to pack up and go home.

When they reached the top of the blue sky, Xiao Jingxuan dropped the lantern and other things, holding the small wooden box, and ran straight to the Fuguang Hall.

Before he even reached the wing room, he ran and shouted, "Junior Master! Junior Master! I just went down the mountain and brought you a gift...!"

"Pah! Gulu!" Xiao Jingxuan, with his head full of snow, was so excited that he didn't pay any attention to the snow-covered steps under his feet and fell flat on his face.

He raised his face from the snow in embarrassment and looked at the wooden box that had been thrown not far away. A painted clay sculpture rolled out of it with a broken arm.

Xiao Jingxuan walked over to the cricket pupa in a mess, and carefully picked it up with both hands, "My little clay doll."

He just crawled on the snow, staring blankly, and suddenly, without any warning, he burst into tears.

It was the kind of crying that was like a tantrum, and at the same time, she was rolling over and over in the snow.

Chu Huaizhou was wearing a snow sable and sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lotus pond, quietly and leisurely admiring the view. The heavy snow fell into the pond.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell continuously, forming a snow curtain on the sky.

Like willow catkins, as white as silver, as smooth as jade, they flutter in clusters, slowly falling, flashing cold silver light.

Once it falls, the endless autumn ends; once it condenses, the vast mountains and rivers become cold, reflecting the loneliest and coldest beauty in the world.

Three parts of wandering and vastness, three parts of loneliness and coldness, and three parts of deep sorrow. Chu Huaizhou slowly closed his eyes in the cold.

Just at this moment, I heard a pig-slaughtering howling and crying sound, similar to "Ah, Ah, Wuuuuuu."

He suddenly opened his eyes, his handsome and relaxed brows slightly frowned, and he suddenly felt confused: What is that sound?

He held up the red oil-paper umbrella beside him and slowly walked into the pure white snow.

Xiao Jingxuan was unaware of anything and was still rolling around in the snow holding the clay sculpture.

"Xiao Jingxuan?"

His voice is clear, deep and pleasant, like a trickle of water flowing into the lungs, which makes people feel strangely relaxed.

There was a hint of doubt in his calm tone, "Why are you lying in the snow?"

Xiao Jingxuan raised his head upon hearing the voice, his eyes were misty and crimson, and the corners of his mouth were puffy with anger.

The north wind was blowing, the snowflakes were fluttering, and on the white ground, a man in white was standing.

Her snow-white dress flutters in the wind, as if she is about to fly away. She has a smile on her lips, and she is as beautiful as an immortal. The oil-paper umbrella and maple leaves are as red as fire.

To be honest, Xiao Jingxuan was so stunned that he even forgot to cry.