Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

After Chu Huaizhou applied the medicine, he placed the small white porcelain bottle on the small table beside the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense and stiff back slowly relaxed.

"This medicine is very effective. You can use it once a day. Remember not to apply it too often, otherwise it will backfire. Do you understand?"

Xiao Jingxuan poked his head out from under the quilt, just in time to see a glimpse of tenderness and pity in his eyes. His heart felt somewhat comforted, and the perception of pain seemed to have faded a little.

He nodded like crazy, and said cutely, "I have taken note of what Junior Master has taught me."

The warm yellow candlelight reflected on Chu Huaizhou's cold brows, making them seem equally gentle. He stood up and was about to leave, but someone behind him called him back.

"Junior Master, can you help me take off my hairband? I can't lift my arm." Xiao Jingxuan said, raising his arm covered with whip marks as if to verify.

"Yeah." Chu Huaizhou returned to the bed with good temper and worked hard, and gently untied the sky-white and lake-blue headband that was wrapped around his long black hair.

The black hair slid down her round shoulders and scattered through her fingers onto the bedding and pillow. Under the candlelight, it looked like soft jade.

Chu Huaizhou gathered his hair and placed it on both sides of his muscular body to avoid getting the ointment on the wound. "Is there anything else? If not, I will go back to Fuguang Palace."

Xiao Jingxuan hugged the pillow, half of his face was covered, one eye was exposed, staring straight at people, his mind moved: "Little Master."

"Hmm?" Chu Huaizhou answered subconsciously, and gently opened his eyes. The tenderness in his eyes could not be collected or hidden in time. "What else?"

"Nothing." Just wanting to call you, Xiao Jingxuan raised his upper body, respectfully as if he was about to salute, "It's getting late, Junior Master, please go back to the hall and rest early."

Chu Huaizhou said nothing, turned around and left. His stubborn and proud back revealed, "This is exactly what I meant. You don't need to remind me."

Xiao Jingxuan lay on the bed like a dead fish for three or four days. The blood scabs on his wounds had just healed and it was no problem for him to get up and move around, copy the sect rules or something.

Even though the rules say he has to memorize and write it, the ready-made textbook model is right in front of him. He must have a brain stem deficiency to memorize and write it obediently, right?

Copying the sect rules a hundred times was boring and tedious. He sat upright at the desk, but in just half an hour, his thoughts had already drifted to the top of the blue cloud mountain.

A light suddenly flashed in his dull mind, and he thought of the wooden doll that looked like his junior master uncle. He suddenly felt inspired and rubbed his hands to try to make one himself.

Ye Cijing, who had delivered the short pieces of wood to the room for the tenth time, finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xiao, what exactly are you planning to do with all this effort?"

Xiao Jingxuan, with disheveled hair and a gray face, only half of his body stuck out of the half-open door. He touched his nose, which was rubbed with a little sawdust, and smiled mysteriously, "A fun and strange little gadget."

The more excessive the mystery is, the more easily people's natural curiosity will be aroused.

Ye Cijing couldn't help but stretch his neck and peek inside through the narrow gap in the door. "How fun is it? How strange is it?"

"Hey, it's still a secret at this point, so I can't show it to you yet. Go back first. If you need wood, I'll send a message to call you up."

Xiao Jingxuan held the door with his hands. His tall figure blocked most of the view. The situation inside the house could not be seen clearly. Only vaguely, a lot of sawdust could be seen.

"Oh, that's fine too, alright." Ye Cijing stretched his head to look reluctantly, but after being blocked by him, he walked away looking back every few steps.

Xiao Jingxuan stayed in the house for three days chiseling wood, using countless short pieces of wood. Finally, a barely decent faceless wooden doll was born in his hands.

So far, it has been the sixth day that he has been in solitary confinement. Since the junior master uncle took the medicine and left that night, he has not come to see him again.

Xiao Jingxuan felt a little bitter in his heart. He was really a heartless person. His dark green eyes rolled around and said, "If the mountain doesn't go to me, then I will go to the mountain."

-

Beside the aquatic iris pond with colorful fallen petals, at the end of a winding stone bridge that extends almost to the center of the pond, in a relief stone pavilion, blue and white robes are fluttering in the wind.

The naked, faceless little doll, with its arms outstretched, walked cautiously on the handrail of the stone bridge and crept furtively behind the stone pillar.

Today, Immortal Master Yunlan is wearing a straight-collared robe with a light green main body, a simple waist belt with a moon-white auspicious cloud pattern, his long black hair is tied up, and he wears an elegant white jade and silver crown. He looks noble and arrogant, but also exudes an abstinence-like aura.

Holding the torn and yellowed scroll in his hand, his eyes, which had been moving slightly, suddenly paused for a moment, and he turned his head to the nearest stone pillar and shouted vigilantly: "Who is here?!"

The little doll that carried part of Xiao Jingxuan's spiritual power stumbled out from behind the stone pillar and fell headfirst onto the stone table in front of Chu Huaizhou.

Covered in dust and dirt, with mud and camellia all over her body, naked, with nothing on, and between her legs... her gender was even emphasized...

Chu Huaizhou's clear and moist brows frowned, and his pale face instantly turned red. He didn't need to guess who was the one who made this ugly puppet.

"In broad daylight, in the open, how shameless! How immoral! How brazen! How filthy and filthy!"

The cold and noble Immortal Yunlan cursed under his breath for half an hour with his face flushed. Only then did he look up from the holy book and look at the human-shaped short wooden stick on the table.

Chu Huaizhou twisted the doll's extremely lifelike hair with two fingers, threw it into the wooden barrel for soaking clothes, soaked it in cold water for a while, took it out, wrapped it in cloth and wiped it dry.

While rubbing vigorously, he muttered: "Immoral - Xiao Jingxuan... shameless - Xiao Jingxuan..."

Running around the mountains naked.

-

The evening dusk in the mountains is not dark, but a bright blue. Under the illumination of the setting sun, the mountains are covered with a thin layer of red.

The top floor of the Mengxian Coffin is just the place where one can enjoy this magnificent view. Xiao Jingxuan propped up his head and sat in front of a small table by the narrow window, staring blankly.

“Knock knock knock.” There was a knock on the door, followed by a cheerful female voice that gloated over someone else’s misfortune: “Hahahaha! Xiao Jingxuan, I heard you were put in solitary confinement!?”

Xiao Jingxuan opened the door with a sour face, and said with a helpless smile, "Yes, I am really happy for you, right?"

"How could this be?" Bai Songlan, with a bamboo basket on his elbow, rushed straight into his room without caring about the difference between men and women.

"The first batch of cranberries in my orchard have ripened. I picked some fresh ones to see you make fun of me... Bah, look at your injuries."

"Yeah, it's just a whip wound." Xiao Jingxuan smiled and said nothing, twisting his shoulders, "It's been seven days, it's healed a long time ago."

She pretended to be mysterious and lifted the square cloth covering the basket. The red fruits with brown and yellow seeds looked very appetizing at first glance.

The color was attractive, and the fruity aroma was fragrant. Xiao Jingxuan couldn't help but stretch out his claws, but was slapped away by Bai Songlan, "Have you washed your hands?"

Xiao Jingxuan watched for a while without any expression, and suddenly asked, "This fruit... is it sweet? It shouldn't be sour, right?"

"Sweet? Don't you like sour things? These cranberries are sweet and sour. The darker the color, the sweeter they taste."

There seemed to be shimmering light in Xiao Jingxuan's eyes. Those deep and unfathomable pupils were sparkling, and their icy green color moved lightly like autumn water.

"Occasionally, once you have tasted the sweet taste, you will no longer be willing to like the sour taste or the bitter taste."