Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan had no intention of getting involved with him or having too many interactions with him, but when he mentioned his junior master uncle, he couldn't help but feel happy.

After so many years of wandering alone in the world, this was the first time he met someone who was willing to listen to his story.

Xiao Jingxuan raised his eyelids, looked at the girl indifferently for a few seconds, and then leaned against the edge of the city wall.

"My junior uncle has bright eyes and white teeth, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, he is tall and graceful, and his face is like a jade crown; he is handsome, cold, arrogant and noble."

"He actually doesn't like to tie his hair up. He likes to let his hair hang loose behind his head and sit on a bench to bask in the warm sunlight."

"Even if I am lazy and casual, when the gentle sunlight shines down, my fingers are also shining and beautiful."

"He is the benefactor of my life, he is my blessing in disguise, he is my beginning and destination that I could never ask for."

The woman's face turned red as she heard this, her eyes filled with a wicked smile, "Is he your junior master? Where is he now? Can I see him?"

While Xiao Jingxuan was speaking, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his head drooped dejectedly.

He tried his best to suppress the grief in his heart, but in the end he couldn't help it and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders kept shaking and tears flowed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground, wetting a large area.

"I can't see him. I don't know where he is now. I lost him. I lost my destination."

His voice was a little low and hoarse, and he seemed to be trembling with an unusual cry. "I want to see him, too."

"Lost?" The woman was stunned, with a puzzled look on her face. She walked around him twice, fanning herself.

"How can such a grown-up person get lost? I think you two are really talented people."

Xiao Jingxuan let the black hair on his forehead messy in the wind and pulled the edge of his hood, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

He gently stroked the hairband and black hair on his left wrist with his right hand, said no more, and turned away.

The woman was unwilling to give up, so she started to catch up with him. However, when she realized that she couldn't keep up with him, she took a half step back.

"So now you are traveling alone through the snow and wind, through the four seasons, are you looking for your Junior Master?"

Xiao Jingxuan walked alone on the bustling and noisy streets that were out of place for him, weaving among the crowds of all kinds of people.

"If you ask me, it will be useless if you keep searching aimlessly like this. You can only move yourself."

He finally showed some interest, and there was a hint of expectation in his indifferent eyes, "What do you think I should do?"

The woman thought about it carefully for a moment, "You should at least get a portrait, right? If you ask as you go, your chances of finding it will be better."

Xiao Jingxuan pursed his lips and quickened his pace again, "What I do is not as simple as you think."

The lively woman circled around him, the wind from the fan ruffling his hair, and then she smiled smugly.

"Walking alone in this world, don't you feel lonely, miserable, and helpless?"

Xiao Jingxuan didn't care about her. His eyes were indifferent with his eyelids drooped, and his face was cold.

"How can one be lonely if one has love in his heart? Although you may think I am alone, I actually have someone to rely on in my heart."

The woman was stunned for a moment, her hand holding the fan froze in the air, and she opened her mouth but could not refute.

He turned around and bowed, saying, "Please don't follow me anymore, young lady. We just met by chance, so let's say goodbye now."

The woman used the handle of her fan to lift the brim of his hat. "Who says that if we just met by chance, we have to say goodbye? Just like you and your junior master, weren't you just meeting by chance?"

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes were filled with desolation, and his smile was broken. "No, I spent my entire life begging for him after I came to my senses."

The woman looked at him. This man seemed to be isolated from the world, wrapping himself in a shell of ice and not allowing anyone to approach him.

In the end, she bowed to him with respect and admiration, and spoke as if she was muttering to herself, or as if she was whispering self-reproach.

"Perhaps I really shouldn't bother you. I'm sorry, sir."

The wind picked up late at night, and the dust was flying. In the middle of winter, the streets were very cold and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians.

"Uncle Junior Master, I have never been with you to see the falling flowers and flying snow in the city walls of this capital."

"I don't dare to hope for a second chance, nor do I dare to blame fate for being so fickle. I just often regret it myself."

"If I had known this dilemma earlier, it would have been enough for me to exchange my chance of rebirth for your happiness and well-being in this life."

"But, things are always unpredictable, and you and I have come to this point. Although it is not a disaster, it still makes me feel heartbroken."

Xiao Jingxuan looked up at the colorful sky that was lit up by the fireworks. The stars were scared away by the loud noise, leaving only a half-moon, hanging in the sky sadly.

"Chu Huaizhou, I have been surrounded by darkness for a long time, but I always want to give you a ray of light."

The days and months pass quickly, as if in the blink of an eye, the cycle of seasons has completed one cycle after another, and the sands of time slip through your fingertips and disappear in an instant.

After several twists and turns, Xiao Jingxuan had completely lost track of where he was.

He once walked with Shang Dui through the desolate and scorching desert, and drifted along the turbulent river.

He once lived with beggars and huddled on dirty straw mats in dilapidated temples when the cold air hit late at night.

The same thing happened last night.

Xiao Jingxuan gradually came back to his senses from the long dream, with traces of tears still in the slightly red corners of his eyes.

The warm sunshine shone equally on everyone without prejudice, including Xiao Jingxuan who was hiding in the darkness.

He moved his fingers slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes was the confusion of just waking up and the powerless sadness after a nightmare.

In southern Xinjiang, there was a heavy rain in the past two days, and the air was filled with the smell of moist earth.

Xiao Jingxuan scooped up water from a deep puddle on the side of the road to wash his face, and accidentally touched the prickly beard on his chin.

As he leaned over, the unrecognizable clay sculpture of Chu Huaizhou rolled out of his pocket.

Xiao Jingxuan quickly picked it up, held it in his palm and looked at it, then ripples of mist appeared in his eyes and he smiled.

"Does Junior Master dislike me? I haven't shaved my beard, I haven't washed my face properly, and I haven't changed into a new robe."

"Uncle Junior Master, don't be angry. I was planning to go to the shop on the street today to get a new dress made."

He stood up, put the clay sculpture to his lips and kissed it, then carefully put it back into his breast pocket.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Junior Master, but would you mind staying in these ragged clothes for a while?"

"If Junior Master Uncle doesn't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement."

"Huaizhou, in fact, you are always like this. You want to indulge me and agree to many of the excessive requests I make."

"But you are too shy. You are too embarrassed to say it out loud every time, so you just express your consent through silence."

Xiao Jingxuan walked slowly along the muddy road, with a smile on his face, talking to himself, asking himself questions and answering them.

When trying on clothes in the store, Xiao Jingxuan subconsciously chose a green dress, letting the green gauze brush lightly against his fingertips.

"Uncle Junior, do you think this white brocade green robe looks good? It would definitely look good on you."

"But I can't wear it. It's too dirty. I travel a lot, so black is the most suitable color for me."

As he was choosing, he muttered to himself a few simple sentences, which frightened the shopkeeper greatly.

He dared not even breathe, "Sir from the Central Plains, are you talking to me?"

"In your Central Plains culture, is this little uncle-master... a general term for the store owner or the shopkeeper?"

Xiao Jingxuan pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time. Along the way, there were always discussions around him, but he didn't care too much.

He glanced at the shopkeeper indifferently, took his robe and went into the inner room. After changing, he still asked without paying attention to anyone else -

"Uncle Junior, it turns out that the dark color suits me better. You think so too, right?"

"Master Taoist!" The shopkeeper suddenly rushed out from somewhere, pointed at Xiao Jingxuan's nose and shouted loudly.

"That's him! He's been mumbling to himself ever since he came into the store! He must be possessed by an evil spirit!"

Xiao Jingxuan had disheveled hair and tilted his head in confusion. Before he could react, he was surrounded by a group of alchemists.

The shopkeeper whispered softly and comforted him: "Young Master from Zhongyuan, don't be afraid."

"These are the most powerful Taoist priests in our southern border. They will definitely get rid of the evil spirits attached to you."

Xiao Jingxuan didn't want to waste time on such boring things. "The shopkeeper made a misjudgment. There is no evil spirit in me."

The leading Taoist priest shouted sternly, "All those who were possessed by evil spirits before were just as you said."

"You evil spirits, get rid of me now! Surrender now!"

Xiao Jingxuan finally understood that these were not just a group of wandering Taoists, but a group of shameless liars.

"Hey, shopkeeper, you've been cheated by them."

He slightly raised his eyelashes, flicked his sleeves and was about to make a move, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd.

His mind froze and his sight fell on the young man at the end of the crowd. Xiao Jingxuan completely stopped what he was doing, but his guard increased a bit.

Isn’t this the person who was looking for Xue Yinghuai when he and his junior uncle met in the inn, the one who was unconscious due to the devil bone miasma entering his body?

How did he appear in the southern Xinjiang area now? He didn't look like he was in a trance, but rather very sober.

He stood behind all the alchemists, seemingly unwilling to do anything deceptive, but forced to do so due to life's pressures, so he remained silent.

Xiao Jingxuan gathered his gaze, lowered his head thoughtfully, and turned his eyes to the shopkeeper with an ambiguous expression, "You've been deceived. They are not Taoists. At most, they are half-baked."

Looking at the young man's expression, he was shocked and panicked, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and he seemed to want to escape when he saw his scam was exposed.

Xiao Jingxuan turned over, easily passed through the crowded crowd, grabbed the young man's shoulders, and escaped by jumping over the eaves and walls.

"You unlucky bastard! Hurry up and put down the little junior brother I'm waiting for!"

He paused his feet in the air, then his body became as light as a flying bird and leaped into the air, landing lightly on the top of the wall. He stood steadily, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

"I will borrow it for a few days. I will return it unharmed on a chosen day."