Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan is a notorious bastard on the top of Biluo Yunding. People have heard of his stories, but not everyone recognizes him.

Under the two men's horrified gazes, he swaggered and put the jade chopsticks back.

To the two female disciples who were "dumb and unable to express their pain", he said with a proud and indulgent look: "Did you see clearly? I... I am here to return something, I have never stolen anything."

He then folded his hands behind his head and walked away leisurely, "You can talk in an hour."

"If you say anything you shouldn't, I can make you silent forever." A cold voice came from the corridor, making people shudder.

Xiao Jingxuan thought in his heart: If you don't unblock my mute point, then I will never be able to speak. I am not lying, nor am I trying to scare you on purpose.

In this world, not only the dead cannot speak, but people who have had their mute points pressed cannot speak either.

He took two quick steps, and suddenly remembered something. He spread his hands, picked up a bronze mirror on his finger, and looked around.

The small room where the jade chopsticks are placed is located at the innermost part of Shuwei Hall.

The light in the corridor was a little dim.

He had a pair of ice-green eyes that twinkled faintly, and there were two bright red spots on both sides of his cheeks, which were neither even nor symmetrical. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a hanged man.

Xiao Jingxuan wiped her face and touched up a handful of bright red rouge and powder, which she had secretly "borrowed" from Senior Sister Songlan.

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. He nodded and muttered to himself, "How can it look like a ghost? I think it's pretty good, doesn't it? It looks like something from the human world, doesn't it?"

The two female chef disciples were so frightened by the "Old Man" that their legs went limp. The moment the "dead ghost" turned around and left, they immediately collapsed to the ground.

After the footsteps faded away, they kept winking at each other, winking and making faces, which was very funny and hilarious.

The two gestured to each other.

"Who is that person? Why is he so familiar with the route to Shuweitang? What is he doing here?"

The other woman shrugged and spread her hands.

"How should I know? I have never even stepped through the gate of Shuwei Hall. Even if they are disciples, I would not recognize them."

"Follow up and take a look?"

He shook his head, stood up and prepared to lift the swill bucket, "You go if you want to go, I'm afraid of ghosts, I won't go."

"Why are you so timid?"

"If I wasn't a coward, would I be willing to be a cooking lady in Shuweitang?"

"Then... let's go take a look together?"

Having someone to keep them company, the two women mustered up some courage, walked through the kitchenware sculpture together, and walked out of the room in a few steps.

Turning around, he looked at the corridor that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was empty and dark, with an indescribable eerie atmosphere. The cherry-red figure who had just entered the doctor's office was nowhere to be seen.

!!! The two female disciples looked at each other, opened their mouths wide, and fled in panic, screaming silently: Aaaaah! Is it really a ghost? ? !

I have already skipped this class. No matter if I go back now or not, I will be scolded. So I might as well just skip it.

Xiao Jingxuan changed into a dark purple robe and wandered around leisurely, taking a closer look at the terrain of Biluo Yunding.

The nine peaks in the blue sky are like nine giant swords forged by the magic of nature, majestic and steep, reaching straight into the nine clouds and blue sky.

The highest peak in the center is the main peak, and the other eight peaks are considered subsidiary peaks.

On top of the main peak is Huangquan Pavilion. Immortal Yunhuai is also the base of the Pavilion Master of Biluoyundian, where the most abundant spiritual energy is gathered between heaven and earth.

The small southwestern peak where the Fuguang Palace is located is not very high, being the shortest among the immortal peaks, but it is the most secluded and peaceful place, with lush green trees, tea trees and elegant lotus everywhere.

The disciples who practice Taoism at the top of the blue sky don't just study Taoist techniques all day long. From time to time they also learn some arts such as playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, etiquette and archery. Then you can hear the sound of recitation and the sound of piano.

Because of this, many nobles are willing to send their children to practice at the top of the blue sky for a period of time so that they can learn something.

Xiao Jingxuan wandered around and when he returned to the Mengxian Coffin, it was already dusk, and the orange glow of the sunset was reflected behind the Small Southwest Peak.

He thought: The sunset in Fuguang Hall must be very beautiful at this moment.

He had only been back in the room for a moment when there was a soft knock on the door, soft and slow: "Knock, knock, knock."

Cautiously probing with ambiguous meanings.

Xiao Jingxuan swallowed half a sip of hot tea before getting up to open the door, guessing it should be Xie Cijing.

Although he was carefree, lively and cheerful, and his conversation was interesting, many of his disciples were still afraid of him and were unwilling to get close to him.

The only one who came at this time was Xie Ci... "Huh? That's weird, where are the people?"

Xiao Jingxuan opened the door wide and stuck his head out to look around. He couldn't help but feel strange: No one? Who is playing tricks?

After not seeing anyone for a long time, he had no choice but to close the door and drink the remaining half cup of hot tea.

As night fell, the sky began to get colder, and the chill penetrated the bones.

I sat down, and before I could even warm up the bench, there was another knock on the door, this time more urgent, "Knock, knock, knock."

Xiao Jingxuan poured another cup of hot tea and looked at the wisps of white mist, not intending to pay any more attention to it.

At night, there are inevitably some mountain monsters in the mountains. Some of them are intelligent and often knock on doors in the middle of the night to lure people out and eat them.

However, there is a realm of Dharma set up by the Immortal Venerable Yunhuai at the top of the blue cloud, and ordinary people cannot enter here.

The knocks on the door became more and more urgent. Xiao Jingxuan looked out the window and saw the sun disappearing into the top of the mountain. He stood up.

I want to see what kind of demon or monster dares to dream of eating me!

He opened the door angrily, but there was still no one there. Shit! He became even angrier.

Did I get into trouble with some little devil who loves to play tricks on pretty boys today?

When he was about to slam the door again, a voice came from downstairs, cold and carrying a hint of the chill of the night.

"Xiao Jingxuan, you only look around and never look down?"

This tone is that of Junior Master-Uncle!

Uh... the one who wanted to eat me was Chu Huaizhou...

Xiao Jingxuan shook his head, threw away the strange idea, squatted down, and took a closer look at the little guy on the ground.

It is a puppet that looks very impressive. It cannot be said to be pretty or lifelike and one can barely make out its facial features.

Perhaps it was because Chu Huaizhou had injected spiritual power into it, or perhaps it was created by Chu Huaizhou, and he had an aura that was similar to his that could not be desecrated.

He originally thought that the person sent by Chu Huaizhou was a real disciple, but he never expected that it was a puppet. He felt an unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

"Junior Master? Hello?" Xiao Jingxuan carefully held the puppet on the ground in his palm and said with a smile.

Two palm-sized puppets were also wearing sky-blue robes and camellia crowns on their heads.

"Xiao Jingxuan, purse, Xiao Jingxuan's purse, don't touch it, it's Xiao Jingxuan's purse."

The puppet repeated these two sentences somewhat mechanically, and his eyes rolled around with joy.

The puppet placed on the table turned around, "Xiao Jingxuan, get the purse."

He was a little dazed, and only then realized that this doll, who looked like his junior master, had a purse on his back.

The words "Yunlan" are embroidered on the silvery-white purse, with fine stitching and excellent workmanship.

After Xiao Jingxuan took out the silver, the little wooden puppet stopped talking and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Junior Master? Why are you suddenly silent? Is something broken?" Xiao Jingxuan held the little man's waist with one hand, gently pinched it in his hand and looked at it in confusion.

Chu Huaizhou, who was meditating far away in Fuguang Hall, couldn't help but let out a soft moan, frowned slightly, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

He felt someone pinch his waist lightly: Evil beast Xiao Jingxuan! What did you do to his puppet? !