Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The next day, it was not yet the hour of Mao.

The dim sky was just beginning to brighten. There were no sounds of insects or birds, and it was so quiet that one felt a little lonely.

For no reason, Chu Huaizhou woke up in such an environment that was perfect for a deep sleep.

He turned over slightly irritably, curled up in the corner of the bed, and pulled the quilt over his head.

However, his heart was so anxious and flustered that he couldn't calm down, and his whole body felt restless.

"Tsk, what's going on? It's so annoying."

Chu Huaizhou kicked the quilt impatiently. He was a little grumpy after waking up, but not too serious.

I lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position, staring at the plain and simple beams and roof, and my anger slowly subsided.

He casually grabbed a cloak and draped it loosely over his shoulders, pushed open the door, and slowly walked into the night.

The night was dim and dark all around. Only the flicker of candlelight shone through the window, vaguely reflecting the swaying figure in Mengxian's coffin, which seemed blurry and almost indistinguishable.

The disciples who were doing morning exercises and lessons were already gathered in the Yama Palace, yawning all over. While waiting for the Immortal Master to arrive, they were complaining loudly.

The small mountain where the Fuguang Palace is located is not the highest in the blue sky.

However, if the people here want to see the Yama Palace and the Mengxian Coffin clearly, they can see all the way to the end without any obstruction.

Chu Huaizhou stood for a moment in the morning light, his eyes fixed on the top layer of the Mengxian Coffin.

That was the residence of the chief disciples of all the immortals. The window of the room where Xiao Jingxuan lived happened to be facing him.

I don't know how long I stared at that place. The sun rose at dawn and it was almost dawn. The flickering light of a red candle shone through the window.

A blurry figure flickered in the window, and he seemed to be stretching lazily. His shoulders were broad, and under the flickering light and shadow, the muscle lines of his raised arms were obvious and smooth.

Chu Huaizhou's eyesight was quite good, and the completely exposed wheat-colored skin hit his eyes without missing an inch.

! ! ! ! !

He immediately lowered his eyes, his eyelashes rustled quickly, and a blush crept up his cheeks again.

She murmured shamefully, "Why is Xiao Jingxuan like this? He has developed a habit of sleeping naked! He really has no sense of shame!"

Perhaps he felt that his eyes were dirty, and no matter how he did it, he still felt unsatisfied, so he cursed in a low voice: "Shameless! Shameless! Wolf-hearted and dog-like! Dirty and filthy!..."

Chu Huaizhou was very ashamed and originally didn't want to look anymore, but most of the time he couldn't help but open his eyes again.

Between the distant mountains and clouds, the flickering red light became blurred, and only a tall man standing in the window could be seen.

As for whether he was wearing clothes or not, even if Chu Huaizhou had good eyesight, he couldn't see clearly through the thin morning mist.

But somehow, in his mind, he couldn't help but recall the body he had just glanced at.

It is really strong and perfect, which can make women admire it and make people salivate.

Even though Chu Huaizhou appears to be aloof and otherworldly, he is not worldly and has nothing to do with worldly affairs.

But he couldn't change that. He was born with a heart made of flesh and blood. He also had worldly desires and evil thoughts.

And just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, he could not change it at all, could not control it at all, and could not do anything about it.

Those emotions in his heart were like weeds touched by the spring breeze, which gave them a bit of warmth and began to grow wildly.

It can never be eradicated, and when that person looks over, there is a tendency for it to reappear.

The candle in the room where Mengxian Coffin was kept went out, and Chu Huaizhou's eyes were plunged into darkness.

And the figure that filled his heart and eyes was also hidden in the darkness.

Among the clothes that Xiao Jingxuan brought back from Fuguang Palace, he chose a darker one and a white copper hair crown to reinforce his ponytail.

Like the rising sun, it is full of vitality and ready to go.

He strolled leisurely to the Yama Hall and gathered with his fellow disciples.

There are not many disciples under the tutelage of Immortal Master Yun Huai, and there are only three or five people who have not yet summoned weapons.

However, there were at least twenty people gathered in the Yama Hall, including Ye Cijing.

"Senior Brother Jingxuan! Here! Come here quickly!" The two people who used to urinate and make things muddy haven't seen each other for a while.

He had just returned yesterday, and before he could say a few words, Xiao Jingxuan ran after his junior uncle.

Xiao Jingxuan walked over lazily, yawning, and stood beside him. "Why are there so many people? Some of them don't even seem to be Master's disciples."

"Yes, he was a disciple of Elder Yu Huai. When something happened to him, the disciples naturally divided the blame equally."

"Those who pass the tests of the immortal elders will enter that hall. If you fail any test, you will be sent to the outer gate to do odd jobs."

"The test questions our master gave were really difficult. They required the coordination of both force and intelligence, which is why we have so few talented people here."

Once Ye Cijing opened his mouth, he couldn't stop talking. He had nothing to do, so he just listened to what he said.

"You don't know that the question asked by Lord Ningyou is very simple. His sect is now overcrowded."

"I heard that when the sect holds meetings, there is no room for standing in the hall, and people have to listen from behind!"

"Do you think this is funny? It really made me laugh to death, …………"

Xiao Jingxuan looked around and saw many disciples coming to see him off, some even giving him amulets.

But for a long time, I still didn't see the figure I was thinking about. He didn't speak, nor smiled, and just hung his head indifferently.

He didn't know what Ye Cijing was talking about until the four words "Your Majesty Yunlan" brought him back to his senses.

"What did you say? Did you mention Lord Yunlan just now? What happened to him?"

"Senior Brother Jingxuan, what are you talking about?" Ye Cijing was confused, "I didn't say anything bad about Lord Yunlan."

"I'm just saying, it's a pity that His Majesty Yunlan is not at the top of the Biluo Cloud Peak this time."

He listened attentively, his curled eyelashes trembling from time to time.

"Otherwise, there should still be some female disciples willing to become his disciples."

Ye Cijing smiled frivolously, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "This is probably the only chance for his temple to receive a disciple. What a pity."

"The only chance?" Xiao Jingxuan had a smile on his face, his deep eyes slowly turned cold, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura.

Ye Cijing had been with him for a long time, so he naturally understood him. He could tell from his expression that something bad was not going to happen.

Mo Ming began to panic. He scratched his head and looked around, changing the subject: "Senior Brother Jingxuan, look at the small mountain in the southwest, is there a figure?"

Xiao Jingxuan originally didn't intend to pay attention to it, but the small mountain in the southwest, isn't that the Fuguang Palace?

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his head and looked in the direction, squinting his eyes slightly, and indeed he saw a blurry white figure.

If that wasn’t his junior uncle who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, then who else could it be?

Xiao Jingxuan didn't hesitate for a moment. He turned around and ran away, as fast as the wind blowing past his face, running in gusts of wind.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind. He wanted to see his junior uncle-master. He wanted to see his junior uncle-master's cold and handsome face.