Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan's phoenix eyes were as cold as ice-green, as cold as a deep pool. Sometimes he was extremely cruel, and sometimes he was tender.

Ye Cijing scratched his head and ears, full of suspicion, "Xiao... Senior Brother Xiao, what did you say? I've been practicing recently, and I may have become a little hard of hearing. I didn't... didn't hear clearly."

"Are you deaf?! How many times do I have to say it again?!" Xiao Jingxuan roared in his heart, almost shouting out loud, but he seemed to be clear-headed and shut up.

"I... May I ask, what is Junior Master's immortal title? Which palace do you live in now?"

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't explain the matter of rebirth clearly, but he was afraid that people couldn't know that there was a thirty-year-old ghost living in this ten-year-old body.

"I never cared about it before, but since he saved me today, I should come and thank him anyway."

It would have been fine if he didn't explain this. The more he explained, the more confusing it became. Ye Cijing took two steps back, "Junior Master... Junior Master's immortal name is Yunlan, and he lives in Fuguang Palace."

Xiao Jingxuan waved his hands habitually, as if to greet his subordinates who didn't care about him, "Okay, you can leave first."

Ye Cijing was so shocked that he looked back at him, but in the end he said nothing, closed the door and went out.

Xiao Jingxuan stroked the rim of the cup and murmured, "Fuguang Palace?" How could it be Fuguang Palace?

After he became a demon in his previous life, the place where he lived was also called Fuguang Hall. This plaque was put up after he exhausted all his life's knowledge.

The aimless gaze, like the sunlight outside the window, fell on a sweet snack box wrapped in kraft paper, a small box specially tied with a silk rope.

Remembering what the waiter said, Xiao Jingxuan opened the box and saw that the four-color sugar pastry was still fine, but the beautifully shaped Luocha pastry had broken into pieces.

He couldn't help but think of Chu Huaizhou's always sickly and pale face, which seemed just like the butter, delicate and fragile, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

You have to hold it carefully in your hands, nurture it, and protect it, and keep it from the wind and rain.

Xiao Jingxuan changed into casual clothes and, having nothing to do, walked down the mountain again, thinking of buying some Luocha pastries to bring back to his junior master uncle.

By the way, I have to take a look and see if there are any other places that are different from the previous life, except for this place on top of the blue clouds.

The foot of the mountain was still very lively. Because his spiritual eyes had opened early, at the age of nineteen, he could almost remember everything he saw.

After a simple sweep, I found that there were no major changes at the foot of the mountain. The more famous small restaurant and Qingge were still there, and they were consistent with my memory.

"Hey, Mr. Xiao! Do you want to go to my Yaoqing Pavilion to play today?" An old lady waved a handkerchief with rouge and lip balm on it at him.

Qingge, as the name suggests, is a brothel, but Xiao Jingxuan went there just for fun, to listen to some little songs, and when he got in the mood, he rolled a few dice.

This lady was the one who often liked to pull him. Xiao Jingxuan frowned, took two steps back, and then imitated his previous life and smiled frivolously.

"Today, I am afraid that I will disappoint you. I really don't have the time or interest to listen to some music or drink some wine."

Seeing that the old lady was about to persuade him, he hurriedly said, "I will definitely come to visit you someday if there is another day."

As a businessman, the words that you should never trust are what will happen in the future or what will happen. Most of the time, this means that your business will fail.

How could the madam let him go? She dodged nimbly and stood in front of him, then shook off a powdered handkerchief and threw it in his face.

"Mr. Xiao, are you in a bad mood? That's just right. Come to my place and I'll find you a secluded room. You can listen to some music and relax."

The cheap fragrance wafted in his nose, and Xiao Jingxuan felt nauseous. He couldn't help but scold himself. He thought he must have had such poor taste in his previous life. How could he be attracted by such tacky stuff?

Her big red lips, which looked like they were filled with blood, kept opening and closing, and she kept chattering, "Mr. Xiao? Mr. Xiao, come on."

The spiritual power leaked out, knocking the person back a meter. He angrily shook off the sleeve that had been pulled, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?! I said I don't need it! I'm not interested!"

The word "I am the deity" startled everyone. "Who is this kid? How can he call himself the deity?"

"I don't know. He doesn't look like the Immortal Lord of the Blue Cloud Peak."

"What if it's the sect's Immortal Lord?"

"Are you stupid? Would an immortal from somewhere else have the leisure to come to our place?!"

"I recognize him, but I don't know when did Master Xiao become an Immortal Lord?"

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Xiao Jingxuan stepped forward to help the madam up, "Everyone misunderstood, Xiao just made a slip of the tongue, please don't take it personally."

As the saying goes, a word is worth a thousand gold. Once the words are spoken, they cannot be easily erased.

After explaining for a while, it was completely useless. Xiao Jingxuan quickly left the scene and finally just ran away.

He really ran, with sweat on his forehead, and rushed into an alley. He had never been so embarrassed in his two lifetimes.

I walked into the sweet shop from the alley, "Waiter, give me a Luocha pastry."

If this had happened in his previous life, he would have just moved his fingers to wipe out the gossipers.

Only the dead will shut up and truly keep silent.

The waiter put a handkerchief on his shoulder and said, "Mr. Xiao, have you changed your taste these past two days? Today's four-color sugar crisps are also good."

When Xiao Jingxuan heard this, Chu Huaizhou's face flashed through his mind. The anger in his heart immediately disappeared and he smiled faintly.

"The pampered lady in my family, I was wrong. She doesn't like these four-color sugar cakes, but rather Luocha cakes."

In his previous life, he was stupid and mistook his master for a treasure. Now that he is alive again, this spoiled nobleman has become his junior uncle.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. He even mixes up the preferences of his beloved. Is Mr. Xiao a playboy?

The waiter said, "How can a customer change his taste instantly? Master Xiao, why don't you bring some four-color sugar crisps to serve as a transition."

After the demonic energy entered Xiao Jingxuan's body in his previous life, his temper became violent and erratic. He couldn't change after his rebirth and remained the same.

But when talking about Chu Huaizhou to others, he would always be much more patient and his tone would be much gentler.

"No need, he always likes Luochasu, and he won't make the same mistake again this time."

Chu Huaizhou is him after all, the one he should respect, love and protect, and he will never be wrong in this life.

At this point, the waiter couldn't persuade him any more. "Okay, one Luocha pastry."

"Mr. Xiao, please drink some tea first and wait for a while."

When Xiao Jingxuan went back, he was so impatient that he flew up on his sword. However, he was too excited and crashed into the barrier.

He was wearing plain clothes and was surrounded by a group of outer disciples who treated him as an uninvited guest and beat him up severely.

Xiao Jingxuan protected the candy in his arms, not daring to let go, for fear of breaking it, "Stop, I... I am Xiao Jingxuan!"

He was helped up and leaned against the stone pillar, and he found that this was the Fuguang Palace he had been thinking about for a long time!

But this is not the case. The palace he built in his previous life was magnificent, even simpler than the palaces of other immortals.

Chu Huaizhou likes quietness and is unwilling to live with others. Few people are willing to live with him, so he is the only one living on this small hill.

Xiao Jingxuan immediately jumped up, conjured up a bronze mirror and held it in his hand, tidied up his messy black hair, tugged at his collar, and went inside.

Chu Huaizhou has never accepted any disciples, and few people are willing to worship in his temple. However, there are a few female disciples who would like to worship him as their master, and the reasons are obvious.

The Fuguang Hall was extremely deserted, and the gatekeepers were all cold puppet mechas, without any human presence at all.

On the road leading to the main hall, there are pure white camellia trees planted, the fragrance of which is refreshing and cleansing to the soul.

Chu Huaizhou was sitting under the camellia tree on the top of the mountain, his eyes covered with a sky-blue cloth, and a black chess piece twisted between his white fingertips.

Xiao Jingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came to his mind. In this life, Chu Huaizhou... could he be a blind man? ...