Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan turned around in surprise, eagerness and fear, and finally saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

He was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, with sword-like eyebrows that were neither thick nor thin. His narrow eyes were like the gurgling spring water, as warm as the spring breeze, and his thin lips were light in color.

It turned out that the 32-year-old Chu Huaizhou, who looked sickly all over, looked so delicate. This was the first time he saw him like this.

In his previous life, he had never paid any attention to him in his entire life, and even joined the other disciples in laughing at him.

After he lifted the man back onto the bridge, he wanted to let go, but Xiao Jingxuan immediately hugged his arm, his voice trembling and broken, "Chu...Chu Huai..."

He didn't call out his name, but felt a fishy sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the handrail of the stone pillar at the bridge head, blurring his vision.

Chu Huaizhou's originally pale face turned even paler when he saw this. He pulled the person into his arms, "Xiao Jingxuan? What's wrong? Xiao Jingxuan?!"

The cold fingertips scraped across his hot face. Xiao Jingxuan held the pastry in his hand in front of him, his breathing disordered and his voice weak.

Chu Huaizhou put his ear to his lips and barely heard what he called, "Chu Huaizhou, this time, I haven't forgotten your name."

Xiao Jingxuan was sick for three days. In a trance, he returned to the day when he was judged in his previous life. He felt cold and painful all over, and the curses of thousands of people rang in his ears.

In the last moments of his life, that cold and distant voice, accompanied by a sigh from time to time, became the warmest voice to him in that world.

When I was half asleep and half awake, I heard a voice beside my ear, "Ye Cijing, his pulse seems to have stabilized. He should wake up soon."

"I'll leave first. Please take care of him. He has never liked me, so you don't have to say that I sent him back."

Ye Cijing said disdainfully in his heart: Senior Brother Jingxuan is not the only one who doesn't like you.

After all, he was an Immortal Venerable, so he could only say respectfully: "Rest assured, Your Excellency Yunlan, I will take good care of you, Senior Brother."

Chu Huaizhou brushed off the non-existent dust on his knees and seemed to be getting up and leaving. His wide sleeves were tightly grasped by seemingly weak hands.

He tried to pull it out several times but failed. He sighed helplessly, "What did he dream about? It's so difficult to pull it out."

But after all, the words had been spoken, and there was a sober person listening. He had no choice but to leave, but he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Chu Huaizhou was thin-skinned and his face turned slightly red with embarrassment.

Seeing this, Ye Cijing spoke to smooth things over, "In that case, Your Excellency Yunlan, why don't you stay a little longer? Senior Brother should be waking up soon."

Listening to the respectful tone and the sarcasm in the words, Chu Huaizhou was no longer surprised. On the top of the blue sky, everyone treated him like this.

The one lying on the bed is even more excessive. It’s fine if he’s disrespectful and mocking him in person, but he’s also doing little tricks to tease him behind his back.

Considering Xiao Jingxuan's good looks, Chu Huaizhou never pursued the matter. He just wanted to say that he was just not diligent in his martial arts, not stupid.

If Ye Cijing said nothing and just left quietly, he would have stayed. But he said this as if to remind Xiao Jingxuan that she disliked him and urged him to leave quickly.

Chu Huaizhou grabbed his sleeve, turned to Ye Cijing and said, "No need, go find a pair of scissors."

Ye Cijing almost dropped his jaw in shock, staring at him with wide eyes in uncertainty, "?? Ah? Scissors?? You can't...?"

The art of illusion is a relatively basic technique. The first lesson for new disciples is various types of illusions. How could a great Immortal... not know how to do it?!

This made Ye Cijing even more disdainful. He chanted a spell of transformation in front of him, and a pair of ordinary scissors appeared in his palm.

Chu Huaizhou thought: You really don't give me any face at all. The corners of his mouth curled up into a soft smile, "Thank you very much."

Less than half an hour after Chu Huaizhou left, Xiao Jingxuan suddenly woke up and sat up. It was already bright outside and the sunlight was so bright that he could not open his eyes.

He turned his head to the side and saw three or five fellow disciples gathered around a small table, discussing something in low voices and occasionally letting out a few sneering laughs.

Xiao Jingxuan was very familiar with that expression. In his previous life, whenever someone mentioned Chu Huaizhou in front of him, he would respond with this kind of sneer and expression.

Now that he has a chance to start over again, no one in this life can insult his junior uncle in the slightest.

Xiao Jingxuan lifted the quilt and found that he was holding a piece of cloth in his hand. Although it was only a small piece, it could be barely seen that it looked like a cuff.

The main body is white, with intricate sky-blue embroidery patterns. There is only one person on the top of the blue sky who prefers the sky-blue color so much.

He folded it over and over again, tried both the front and back sides, and finally chose the one he was most satisfied with. He folded it into a square and put it in his chest pocket.

The whispering and sneering sounds from around the table reached his ears again, and Xiao Jingxuan's angular face immediately showed a hint of depression.

"No way? I've seen useless people in cultivation, but I've never seen someone as useless as this? He doesn't even know the basic techniques?"

I don’t know if it was because his realm was high and his footsteps were too silent, or if they were too engrossed in the conversation, but he was standing in front of the table and no one noticed him until he was standing in front of the table.

"Hey, Senior Brother Jingxuan, you're finally awake. Let me tell you something funny."

"Young Master, he, he, he even...wait a minute, let me laugh for a while."

A close friend of his gave up his seat, pushed him to sit down, held his shoulders, and laughed non-stop.

Xiao Jingxuan remained calm, poured himself a small cup of tea and took two sips.

That buddy then said, “Your Excellency Yunlan, you don’t even know such a basic technique as the Shapeshifting Technique. I’m dying of laughter. Hahahaha.”

"We knew he was useless, but we didn't expect him to be so useless. I can't imagine how he could become the Immortal Lord of the Azure Cloud Peak."

He lowered his eyes and stroked the rim of the teacup, and the words he spoke were chilling.

"You know that he is your uncle and an immortal, but you still disrespect him and make fun of him behind his back?"

Xiao Jingxuan himself didn't know who he was talking to, this group of people, or himself in his previous life with the same ugly face.

Faced with Xiao Jingxuan, who did not laugh along and whose temperament changed drastically, everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ye Cijing, who was more stubborn, stood up and said, "Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you today? Why are you still speaking for him?"

Xiao Jingxuan threw away the teacup, but the tea did not cause any ripples. In his slightly raised narrow and cold eyes, there was a hint of murderous intent that made people shudder.

The voice seemed to come from ice, cold and biting, carrying an invisible pressure.

"If I hear you say something bad about Junior Master-Uncle again, don't blame me for not considering our friendship."

Faced with the senior brother who had woken up from a serious illness and had a drastically changed temperament, several fellow disciples looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. No one dared to contradict him, and they all found an excuse and ran away.

Xiao Jingxuan called out to Ye Cijing, who was walking at the end, scratching his head and wondering, "Who sent me back?"

Ye Cijing said honestly: "Yes... Junior Master."

If it were any other time, he would not have been so honest. He would have patted his chest and said, "Of course I sent you back."

But the important thing is that Xiao Jingxuan had just spoken for this junior uncle whom he despised the most, so Ye Cijing didn't dare to lie.

Xiao Jingxuan was speechless and furious, "How could I not know that it was Junior Master?"

His tone was a little colder, "In this life... uh... ahem... what is Junior Master's immortal name?"

Ye Cijing looked at him suspiciously, his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he almost said, "It's over, I'm stupid, Senior Brother Xiao is sick and stupid? !"