Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

In the main hall, the only place for receiving guests, two adults and one child were sitting in completely different postures beside Nian Heng's square, worn-out wooden table.

They all talk about sitting and standing in a proper way. Among the three people, Zhao Dushan sat in an elegant manner. The posture that he had cultivated through years of meditation was just right for him to bow. His waist was straight and his back was not sluggish. Even if he temporarily left the extraordinary place like Sanqing Sect, the good habits he cultivated from the inside out would not deceive people.

Compared to his senior brother's unintentional elegance and grace, Cen Xin just sat however he felt comfortable. It was too stubborn of him to pay attention to these basic etiquettes outside. Besides, who would take a second look at him sitting so nicely?

He realized that his eyes were glued to his senior brother for more than a few times, and the thought that had just popped up in his mind instantly turned into a slap in the face, a self-deprecating one at that.

The sunlight outside rushed into the house with a gust of hot wind. The little girl curled up in the armchair with an illness. Her tired eyelids opened and closed, and her little face was listless, allowing the heavy spirit to drag her down. The little head with two buns could not resist the lingering sleepiness and was spinning around happily.

Perhaps it is because these two big brothers have given me enough innate sense of security, and staying with them makes me feel cherished and cared for. Or maybe it is because the high temperature today has baked out the sleepiness in my body, and they have crawled along the tendons, blood vessels and nerve fibers to the brain, releasing the sleepiness factor that makes me want to close my eyes and lie down.

Coincidentally, just a few minutes after the little girl fell into a deep sleep, when Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin were considering whether to put the little girl back to the bed in the room to sleep, her father kicked open the gate and walked in, carrying a large bundle of firewood.

The hurried footsteps and the rustling sound of branches dragging on the ground attracted the two young men in the main hall to look in the direction of the sound. When they looked up, the three of them happened to take a closer look at each other.

A handsome young man stood on the steps, behind him was a shabby house that could only provide shelter from the wind but not the rain. On the grass next to it were several poultry of varying sizes, busy pecking at rice for food. The mix of the two was so incompatible that it was hard to accept it and suppress the sense of disobedience in one's heart.

The burly man's heart skipped a beat. Was his house robbed?

Although the two strangers did not look like petty thieves, one should not judge a person by his appearance. The better-looking a person is, the higher his danger level is. I had repeatedly warned the maid not to let strangers into the house, but now there are two of them.

They look like immortals who have descended to earth. Could these two be lewd thieves?

It's over...his daughter!

The sturdy man didn't have time to go to the kitchen to put the firewood, so he put it down on the spot, pulled out a broken axe and pointed it at the two teenagers he thought were flower thieves.

The atmosphere at the scene became terrified as he drew and raised the knife in succession. In order to prevent the uncle from further misunderstanding, Zhao Dushan quickly spoke to ease the situation, "Uncle, don't be nervous. We are not evil people who are greedy for money and murder. We entered your house to investigate important matters. Don't be impulsive."

After listening to Zhao Dushan's introduction of the sect's name and the whole story, the sturdy man lowered his knife-holding hand a little, still doubtful, "Where is my daughter?"

Zhao Dushan and Cen Xin retreated from the middle to the sides. It turned out that their tall figures blocked the view of the sleeping girl in the main hall...

The strong man dropped the hatchet in his hand that he had used to save his life and kill the thief, apologized a little embarrassedly, put down the dry firewood, washed his hands and face, scooped a ladle of cool well water to fill his stomach, and then went to the main hall to carry the sleeping little girl back to her sleeping place. After a series of things were done, he did not sit idly by to take a breath, but returned to the well and fished out the wooden barrel that was submerged in the well.

There was a round watermelon lying in the wooden barrel, which he had soaked before going out to work.

The watermelons were thick in flesh and thin in skin and full of juice. While eating the watermelons, they talked about the rumored black couple in Lushui Town.

The strong man had heard some local rumors about Lushui Town. Some of the rumors were true, and some were false. For example, the rumors about a man eating female snakes would lead to a harmonious marriage, and some about a woman eating male snakes would lead to a loving marriage. These were completely fabricated lies, except for one thing that could not be more true, which was that eating the broth of the Black Shuangfu could indeed get rid of heat and prickly heat.

The effect is more significant than those heat-clearing and fire-removing medicines prescribed by doctors in pharmacies. In addition, after eating snake meat, no mosquitoes will bite you when you go to vegetable fields, rice fields, or rivers. That's why the Black Double Women in Lushui Town are so famous.

After eating a few pieces of watermelon, there was still a small half of the watermelon left on the table. The strong man took out a food cover to cover it. That half was for his wife to enjoy when she came back.

Monks have been visiting his home one after another, and the identities of the two who came today are even more extraordinary. It is an honor for my humble home to have the favor of these two immortals. The opportunity to meet them for the first time is the blessing he has earned from eight lifetimes of accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and it is also thanks to the protection of the black women for his family. The snake meat was not caught by him personally in the reed marsh, but bought from the largest and most comprehensive slaughterhouse in the town for six cents.

If he could go to the reed marsh and trap the black couple, he wouldn't have to pay the six cents to anyone else.

Zhao Dushan gave a wink to his junior fellow apprentice, and when they were about to leave, the sturdy man suddenly stopped them and said that several immortals had left their pendants in his house before, and he saw them after the group of immortals left. He had kept them well at home, fearing that one day someone would discover that they had lost something important and come back to look for it.

A square jade bundle only as long as a thumb came into the eyes of the two people. The jade bundle looked like an ink painting with highlights, giving off the beauty of scholars traveling around the mountains and rivers and appreciating the beauty of the wind, flowers, snow and moon alone.

But... that's where the problem lies. Their Sanqing Sect doesn't have square jade bundles at all, only round jade pendants.

A line of regular script was engraved on the jade bundle:

I hope you will obey your orders.

Inferiority arises from jealousy, and hatred arises from love.

The eyes are evil and the hands are kind, the mouth is critical and the hands are righteous.

Yu Fumen was reluctant to say goodbye to the second disciple under the elder's seat, and Jie Jiangqing held the order.

The two dumbfounded people were thinking in a whirlwind. In other words, in addition to the disciples of Sanqing Sect who had been to his house, a group of disciples of Yufu Sect also came to his house to eat snake meat?

Cen Xin was used to being straightforward, and he told the strong man frankly that the jade bundle was not a token of their sect, and the holder of the jade bundle was not a disciple of their sect. Zhao Dushan took the opportunity to ask the strong man when this group of disciples came and whether they had eaten snake meat.

"Master, I'm sorry. I'm a crude man who can't read. If our sects are on good terms, please help return the item to its original owner. I almost forgot whether this group of disciples had eaten snake meat. I seem to have, but I also don't think so. I can't help you with this matter."

Since the uncle is so sincere, let's give the disciples' tokens of Yufumen to them for the sake of those pieces of watermelon.

The slaughterhouse and the reed marsh are two key locations. They must stay in Lushui Town for a while longer. The master's message was all about the difference in the snake meat. He did not urge them to resolve the issue as soon as possible and return to the sect as soon as possible.

Return to Ancheng——Baicao Pavilion.

Bingzhu hid in Su Mu's storage bag and lived a fairy-like life day after day, until one day Su Mu threw the failed medicinal plant into the storage bag...

Bingzhu swore that if it would get into Su Mu's storage bag again in the future, no matter it was due to active or passive reasons, as long as it had the disgust to meet the inner space of Su Mu's storage bag again, it would be worse than the fly-hating grass that fed on carrion and feces.

It's not safe or pleasant here at all. The "corpse" of the same kind could be thrown anywhere else but in the storage bag. It's a bit scary, but brother, you smell so good.

When can the storage bag be opened? It can go in but not out. It feels so helpless and desperate.

Wanting to return to his father and into his storage bag, Bingzhu cried to heaven and earth for help but to no avail. Dejected, he moved away from the corpse ground that he disliked.

Is he dead? Is he going to be resurrected in the blink of an eye?

Oh my God! It can't just sit here and wait for death.