Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Yes, I guess that's true," Xiao Jingxuan lowered his eyes and tilted his head, thinking for a while, "but the fetal spirit is in the mother's body."

"Even if you used the copper gilded tripod to cover the entire house, the evil spirit should have been locked up under the same roof as you. How could you have been living in peace for so long?"

"It's not the gilded copper tripod that scares it, but something else on you that temporarily intimidates it."

After Xiao Jingxuan finished speaking, he immediately turned to look at Chu Huaizhou, shook his ahoge hair that had stood up due to the fight, and said obediently, begging for praise or a touch: "Uncle Junior Master? Am I right in my analysis?"

"Yeah." Chu Huaizhou praised lightly, his eyebrows and eyes curved quietly, revealing a subtle warmth and tenderness, "That makes sense."

"I have another question. Please tell me the truth." Chu Huaizhou turned to the outsider, his face suddenly cold, "Can you describe the appearance of the immortal who advised you to go up the mountain to practice Taoism?"

"Yes, of course." Wang nodded and began to recall carefully, "She had a slender figure, wore a blue silk Taoist robe, and a white jade pendant with a blue palace feather around her waist. She did not wear a hair crown, but tied her hair with an ordinary blue ribbon. Her face was three-dimensional, but not sharp."

"There is another most crucial point. He is very good at swordplay with his left hand, but he cannot lift the handle of an ordinary knife. He can only swing it with his right hand."

Hearing the latter words, the confusion between Xiao Jingxuan's brows disappeared instantly, his eyes lit up unconsciously, and he said happily: "Little Master, it's Master!"

As everyone knows, there are three immortals sitting at the top of Biluo Cloud. Yun Huai specializes in swordsmanship, Ning You specializes in knife skills, but Yun Lan neither practices sword nor knife skills. Instead, he dances with a fan and plays the piano, practicing both the piano and the fan, a refined gentleman.

No matter who hears it, they will sneer and "praise" a few sentences: "When I think of a gentleman, he is as gentle as jade." "There is no gentleman who is as sharp as a knife and as polished as a jade." "Except for your three layers of snow, who in the world is worthy of white clothes."

The poem is beautiful, and the praise for Chu Huaizhou's beauty is true, but it is all ironic. You are here to cultivate the Dao, not to learn the demeanor of a gentleman.

Only the young man seven years ago lightly touched his Taoist robe as he leaned against the camellia tree. He was thin and short, and his robe was not even as high as his waist. Before he could even hold his sleeve, he was pulled away.

Reluctant to leave, she looked back every few steps, and her whispering voice was still tinged with childishness and tenderness.

"That immortal is so handsome." That was the most sincere, coming from the heart of a child, "The pile of stones is like jade, and the people are like pines, cold and beautiful, unique and there is no other like him in the world."

Thinking of this, Chu Huaizhou's eyes swept across Xiao Jingxuan's face calmly, his long, soft, and thick eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, "Well, it should be Senior Brother."

Just as the light and faint voice fell, a sharp scream suddenly came from Gong Yu at the waist. The ground of the house covered with thick ice suddenly shook, and the dim candlelight jumped.

The three corpses turned transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally slowly dissipated into the air. No matter how Wang Yuanwai knelt on the ground and screamed, no one responded. They turned into thin fluorescent lights.

Throughout his life, he had grasped nothing.

Xiao Jingxuan looked at the person sitting on the ground warily, then quietly and naturally stretched out his arm to half-cover Chu Huaizhou behind him.

"Uncle Junior Master, be careful, there may be a scam." He turned his head and lowered his voice, facing the people behind him and said, "Just now... was that the cry of a young nephew?"

Mr. Wang knelt woodenly in front of the couch. He didn't curse, cry, or get angry at anyone. He just knelt quietly with a dead look in his eyes.

Xiao Jingxuan confirmed that he had no intention of attacking again, so he spread out his palms and then suddenly closed them, taking back the soul-binding chain that was tied to him.

He said: "I have lived in a muddle for half my life. Under the pretext of resurrecting my mother and in the name of filial piety, I have done all kinds of bad things. Not only have I accepted bribes, but I have also rumored to increase taxes, causing the people to be resentful and hate me to the core."

"But, I have no regrets about anything I have done."

After he finished speaking, he stood up slowly, his movements were stiff and slow, like a broken rag doll, or even more like a rusty iron golem, and lay on the bed covered with thin ice.

"I have been running away for most of my life, thinking about how to resurrect my mother and Madam Yoru in order to cleanse my sins and numb my brain."

"You guys go now." He lay flat on his back with eyes as silent as a deep pool, looking dejectedly at the roof beams, "The butler will give you the reward, I told you in advance."

"No..." Xiao Jingxuan wanted to say something, but he scratched the back of his head and couldn't find the right words to persuade him. "We..."

Chu Huaizhou patted his shoulder gently, turned around, and walked slowly towards the door, "Xiao Jingxuan, let's go."

He looked at Mr. Wang, who was lying on the bed with no intention of living, and then at his junior uncle with a resolute back, and hesitated for a moment.

He rubbed his already messy hair in annoyance, "If you really want to die, no one will stop you, but I think that even if it is a worthless life that has fallen into the quagmire, it is worth continuing to live. Whether it is carrying hope or hatred, that is what you deserve, and it is the blessing or sin that you should bear."

Having said this, Xiao Jingxuan chased after his Junior Master Uncle without looking back, stretching out his hand and shouting, "Junior Master Uncle! Junior Master Uncle, wait for me! Ah! I'm scared! Junior Master Uncle!"

His voice was faked to be trembling, and he really sounded like he was terribly frightened and about to wet his pants.

Chu Huaizhou had just stepped out of the room, and disappeared into the dim corridor in his white robe. A faint smile appeared on his usually stern face, and he slowed down his pace not too obviously.

The young man behind was still chasing, screaming in despair: "Ahhh! Junior Master-Shifu? Where are you? The road is so dark here! I'm scared! Wuuuuuu..."

Chu Huaizhou had no choice but to hold his forehead and stand there motionless, thinking of the voice that carried the frost and snow, and the tenderness of the first melting of the cold snow, "I'm here, don't panic."

Just these simple words, carried by the cool breeze in the corridor that caressed his face, shook Xiao Jingxuan's heart violently, and then he was comforted and slowly calmed down.

The ghostly howling sounds from his mouth also stopped.

Closer and closer, all senses were weakened in the dimness, and all that was left was the warmth felt on the skin, the lightest breathing sounds by the ears, and the uncontrollable pounding of the heart.

Xiao Jingxuan stood in front of him, staring at his handsome face, which was half-lit and half-dark by the candlelight. He opened his thin lips and said, "Junior Master."

Chu Huaizhou's face flushed with an imperceptible blush. Her beautiful eyes glanced to the side and her head turned away, not looking at him. She responded softly, "Yeah."

But at this moment, Xiao Jingxuan's face was as calm as usual, and he was still as relaxed as before, without any fear or terror on his face.

He said lazily, "If we leave, Mr. Wang might... want to commit suicide."

Chu Huaizhou said: "Life and death are determined by fate. If he wants to humiliate himself like this, there is nothing we can do..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud crash and a sound of rocks colliding behind him. Xiao Jingxuan opened his eyes wide and subconsciously turned around to look.

"Uncle Junior Master, is he... self-destructing his soul core?"