Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Chang Qing threw the broken bark on his face to the ground and put on Lan Shuang's mask.

Although the mask is made of wood, it doesn't feel uncomfortable when worn on the face. Every corner is polished very smoothly without any wood thorns or roughness.

Even the size fits him very well, which surprised Chang Qing.

He usually spends time with Lan Shuang day and night, so it's not surprising that Lan Shuang can remember his face shape.

But it's still a bit strange to carve a mask of the right size according to his face shape, and it fits so well.

"It's quite suitable."

Chang Qing asked casually.

"How did you carve it so well."

"Hehe."

After receiving the praise, Lan Shuang seemed very happy and said happily.

"I learned carpentry when I was a child, and I remembered the face shape of the young master a long time ago, so I carved it according to this."

Chang Qing nodded, and he understood why Lan Shuang could carve such a thing.

"How come mine is so beautiful, but yours is not as good?"

He asked again.

Before putting on the mask, he looked at his own mask, which was very beautifully carved.

Not only are there many patterns and exquisite craftsmanship, but there is also a kind of majestic momentum.

On the contrary, Lan Shuang's own mask, although it can be considered beautiful, is mediocre compared to Chang Qing's, and even the carving skills seem far inferior.

It is hard to imagine that the two masks are from the same person.

Of course, Lan Shuang would not lie to him about this kind of thing, and there is no need to lie to him, so it is likely that Lan Shuang carved it alone.

"Because it is for the young master, of course it must be better than mine."

Lan Shuang said a natural answer that Chang Qing did not expect.

"Did you deliberately carve your mask to be bad?"

Chang Qing was a little puzzled.

"Well... because I am the young master's foil."

Seeing that she had such childish thoughts, Chang Qing stopped asking and asked curiously.

"Who taught you this carpentry skill?"

Lan Shuang's skill is very special.

First of all, she can carve a mask that fits Chang Qing in her imagination based on her memory, instead of measuring, calculating, and comparing like ordinary carpenters.

There are deep skills in every walk of life. She is fifteen years old this year and has been wandering for three years. She was twelve years old when she wandered. It takes at least two or three years to learn this skill.

In other words, the master who taught her carpentry can train an eight or nine-year-old child to this level, so how deep must the master's skills be.

"It's my mother-in-law."

Lan Shuang replied.

"Is she your grandmother?"

"No, I don't know who my mother-in-law is to me. In my childhood memories, I called her mother-in-law. She only let me call her mother-in-law. We depend on each other for life."

Chang Qing didn't ask any more questions. Since Lan Shuang could be a refugee for several years, it means that her mother-in-law should have died long ago.

Although he didn't care much, Chang Qing didn't have the bad taste to deliberately expose people's scars, so he stopped the topic at the right time.

"Is this mask the gift you said you would give me? Thank you, I like it very much."

"No."

Lan Shuang shook her head.

"What is the gift?"

"Well... keep it a secret. Oh, okay, I'll tell you in a while, young master, wait a little longer, please, we still have important things to do, it's time to go, it's time to go."

"Well, that's fine."

Chang Qing is not a child like her, so he naturally won't be entangled in such trivial matters as gifts or not, so he simply didn't ask.

"Wait, wait, Master."

As soon as Chang Qing turned around, his sleeve was grabbed by Lan Shuang.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"That... Master, hand... hand."

Chang Qing was a little confused, but he took Lan Shuang's hand without thinking.

Rather than saying it was holding hands, it was better to say that he was holding her wrist. Lan Shuang's wrist was very thin, as thin as a child's wrist. Chang Qing holding her wrist was not much more difficult than holding the hilt of a sword.

"No... not this..."

Lan Shuang blushed instantly. Obviously, the two of them had even had more intimate contact than this, but it was the first time for them to hold hands outside.

The atmosphere in this world is much more conservative than on Earth. At least on the surface, men and women are very conservative.

This is why young men and women attach great importance to the Moon Worship Festival, because it is a rare open day in the conservative world.

"Huh?"

Chang Qing was a little puzzled and didn't know what Lan Shuang meant.

Lan Shuang shyly stretched out a hand, opened her palm, and there was a roll of red thread inside.

"Wire......I forgot to tie the string, Master."

Her voice was so small, like a mosquito buzzing.

"Oh."

Chang Qing then remembered that men and women who went out together on the Moon Worship Festival had to wear the same masks and tie red strings on their wrists.

"You are quite attentive."

Chang Qing squatted down and took one of Lan Shuang's hands.

"Your left hand is injured, so tie it on your right hand. It happens that my left hand is tying the string, so it is convenient for my right hand to do things."

"Well, OK."

Lan Shuang's voice was still small.

Chang Qing tied the red string on Lan Shuang's small wrist, but because Lan Shuang's wrist was too thin and her hand was too small, it would easily slip off if it was tied loosely, and it was afraid of strangling her if it was tied tightly. Chang Qing tied it two or three times but failed to tie it properly.

Lan Shuang pinched the red string with her other hand, pulled it hard, tightened the string on her wrist, and then pressed it.

"You are too tight, it's squeezed out the blood vessels. "

Lanshuang's blood vessels are very thin, and they are almost invisible on her wrist.

Changqing was about to loosen the thread, but Lanshuang said hurriedly.

"No, I want it tighter, Master, please."

Seeing her say that, Changqing no longer bothered with her. It wouldn't matter if it was tighter, it would just be uncomfortable, she didn't care, so he tightened the red thread.

He quickly tied the red thread on his wrist, and also tied it very tightly. For the convenience of movement, he left a long section between the two of them.

But the two were close to each other, and the remaining red thread dragged on the ground, so Changqing held the extra red thread in his hand, and Lanshuang raised her wrist slightly, and followed him obediently.

The two walked together, and at first glance they didn't look like lovers walking side by side. Walking around, it was like Chang Qing was walking a puppy.

Lan Shuang lowered her head, her mind was blank, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She really didn't know what she was thinking, she felt that she couldn't even hear the sound.

She could only hear the sound of "bang, bang".

That was the pulse of Chang Qing coming from the red line.

Chang Qing's arm was very thick, with knotted muscles, and the red line was tied on it. Lan Shuang didn't know if it was an illusion, she could even feel the red line on her wrist beating slightly.

It took her a while to react.

That was her own heartbeat.