Ancestor, your soy sauce bottle fell off

As soon as Shan Qingya's words fell, Wei Lin came out from the shadows. Under the bright moonlight, the young man in his middle coat had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, but his expression was very depressed.

Shan Qingya frowned slightly, a strange guilt flashed in his heart, he waved to the little apprentice who had grown into a man, "Come here."

Wei Lin walked over without the slightest hesitation, and then stopped a step away from him stiffly.

"Why are you hiding there?" Shan Qingya looked into his eyes, but found that he couldn't find anything in the eyes of the other party. It was not that there was nothing, but it was full of deep and coldness that made people tremble.

"I found out that someone is coming, I'm worried about you." Wei Lin's voice was low and gentle, and what made Shan Qingya uncomfortable was that this was the first time Wei Lin didn't mention the words "disciple master". I always felt... something wrong.

Wei Lin looked at his master's rare stunned look, and couldn't help but soften his eyes, "Let's go in, it's cold outside."

This time, Shan Qingya finally realized what he was talking about, and his hair exploded (in his heart), but his face was still so cold that he had no friends, "We are monks, and we are not afraid of the cold."

Wei Lin smiled lightly, "But the wind is blowing so cold."

Although he claimed to be a disciple, it still feels... not quite right.

Shan Qingya looked at him suspiciously, seeing that his clothes were really thin, she couldn't help but shake off the little bit of something wrong that flashed in her heart just now, and nodded, "Go in."

Wei Lin nodded contentedly, and naturally walked over to support him.

Shan Qingya frowned fiercely, but seeing Wei Lin's innocent face, she couldn't help but silently...bear it, after all, it would be too shameless to push him away, and it would insult his masculine demeanor.

The corners of Wei Lin's mouth curled up in a triumphant arc, and the two of them entered Yebing Mansion with such strange movements.

"Go back and sleep." Shan Qingya gently pushed him away, sat in front of the table, touched the teacup, and felt the bone-chilling cold.

Wei Lin moved his fingers, but he picked up the teapot, "I'm not sleepy, I'm going to make tea for Master."

Shan Qingya glanced at him indifferently, his eyes were cold, but his face was still calm, "Go."

Sure enough, the protagonist took the wrong medicine again tonight...

Yawning lightly, Shan Qingya boredly took out the rare artifact refining book, but it was just a yellowed scroll, and read it.

Wei Lin stood outside his room holding the cold pot handle, the expression on his face changed again and again, and finally returned to calm.Sighing softly and helplessly, he clenched the handle of the pot and walked out.

Shan Qingya looked at Guben, feeling a little helpless, did he really think his consciousness was just a display?

However, what's wrong with the protagonist, why does it feel like a puppy love, or a sad unrequited love.

His attitude towards Zhang Mianbing is not very similar. It feels that although he didn't initially hate and reject Zhang Mianbing, he still seems to have a good impression of Zhang Mianbing. Or is it that he is really old and can't keep up with the thinking of young people?

Not seeing at all that the master from home was worried about his "puppy love" that was imaginary and impossible to appear at his age, Wei Lin scalded two cups with boiling water, poured the tea he had made into it, and Immediately, a strong tea fragrance permeated the air.

Although Shan Qingya was very picky about the tea brewed by others, he still picked up a cup and took a sip slowly, then he was a little stunned, as if... not bad?

No, it should be said that it is much better than what Wei Lin brewed that day, but——Wei Lin, how did the protagonist of a stallion novel brew such a perfect tea?

Seemingly seeing his master's slight surprise, Wei Lin hid the affection between his brows and eyes, and asked with a slight smile, "Master, how about this tea?"

"That's right." This time, Shan Qingya did praise sincerely, but after the praise, he was entangled again, should he ask the protagonist how he did it?

Wei Lin seemed to have the ability to read minds, and then said, "Master, would you like to know how this disciple did it?"

Shan Qingya looked at the pretending protagonist, the corner of his mouth moved imperceptibly, but he still didn't say anything.

"This pot of tea is specially brewed for Master." Wei Lin said with a sigh, but after saying such a vague sentence, he closed his mouth, as if he refused to say any more.

Shan Qingya: ...

Let's not talk about the protagonist, what do you want to do?

Yes, from Shan Qingya's point of view, Wei Lin's words, which are almost the same as a confession, are real nonsense without a trace of water.

Seeing Master's indifferent appearance, Wei Lin really didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed. If Master is so unsympathetic, he can naturally cut off a large number of rivals in love for him, but at the same time, he may also be a part of being cut off.

Silently suppressing the thought of saying everything, Wei Lin suddenly said, "Master, I went to Yunheng before, and saw the two brothers pressing each other's shoulders after finishing the farm work. I can only do it, I don't know if Master can satisfy this little wish of this disciple?"

Shan Qingya: ...

The protagonist, you are kidding me, you have already said that he is a brother or a peer!What age are we?Press to find your elder brother!Wouldn't it be great to be able to swipe each other's favorability to kill two birds with one stone?

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the protagonist's longing, pitiful eyes.

Shan Qingya: ...

"Click it."

Wei Lin's eyes gradually softened, and he turned to his back, his fingers almost trembling slightly landed on Shan Qingya's shoulder.

Wei Lin's hand rested on Shan Qingya's shoulder for a while, and then moved slowly. His young and strong fingers massaged his shoulder moderately, and Shan Qingya's body gradually relaxed from the original stiffness. He even closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed it.

Although Wei Lin's fingers were steady and strong, there was a dark tide surging in his eyes that he couldn't see from Shan Qingya. He stood behind the master, and the tip of his nose was filled with the scent of tea mixed with the coolness of the other party's body, which made him feel that he might be the same as This tea smells the same, maybe he can also leave a strong mark in Master's heart.

This pressing lasted for an hour, and Wei Lin reluctantly put down his hand the moment Taoist Liuya came.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Taoist Liuya always felt that there was something wrong with this pair of master and apprentice, but he had confiscated the apprentice, if he was really asked to tell the reason, he would not be able to tell, so he had to ignore the inner feelings Something was wrong, and he asked lazily, "Can we go?"

Wei Lin backed away when Shan Qingya told him that someone was coming, and now he just poured another cup of tea for his master with a low eyebrow, and didn't even look at the person who came.

Taoist Liu Ya was not in the mood to argue with a little doll, he just looked at Shan Qingya with an impatient expression on his face, "Don't be silly."

Shan Qingya glanced at the persistent apprentice, and poured the tea in the teacup as if it were plain water, tsk, it's a pity for the tea to be chewed by a cow.

Liu Ya rolled his eyes, and when the man stood up, he walked out impatiently, "Hurry up, don't keep those old men waiting."

Hearing this, Shan Qingya raised his eyebrows, and he guessed who those people were. Speaking of Liu Ya's mention of Feng Kuang, he wanted to gather all the casual cultivators of Jiuao Villa into one...

He paused with some hesitation, but Shan Qingya still said, "I'm leaving for the teacher."

"Yeah." Wei Lin smiled, "Disciple sends Master off respectfully."

Shan Qingya still felt that something was wrong, and the protagonist was too calm... But before he had time to think about it, Shan Qingya heard someone shouting outside, "Shan Qingya, what are you dawdling about?"

Sighing silently in her heart, Shan Qingya walked out slowly.

Wei Lin let out a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, put the used cup of Shan Qingya back into his sleeve, and walked out expressionlessly, since the master is not here, it is meaningless to stay here.

Shan Qingya and Liu Ya have not known Liu Ya for as long as Feng Kuang. Although he is not close to him because of the other party's behavior style, he still has a little friendship. The reason for looking for him is also the reason why he decisively agreed without much consideration.but……

This doesn't mean that he knows all the Nascent Soul stage loose cultivators in Jiuao Villa.

Therefore, when the two groups of people met, their expressions were very subtle. The casual cultivators did not expect that Liu Ya, who had always been at odds with Shan Qingya, would invite Shan Qingya, and the reason for Shan Qingya's subtle expression was even more so. It was speechless, he hadn't seen most of them, or he didn't remember them.

As a person who only chats with people he knows at the banquet, Shan Qingya said that he can proudly (bei) proclaim (shang) that he doesn't know how many Nascent Soul monks there are in Jiuao Villa.

But he doesn't know the other party, but it doesn't mean that the other party doesn't know him who is famous in the whole Yunxiao. It doesn't mean how far his reputation as a genius has spread. An excellent craftsman like Shan Qingya is naturally very precious. The moment they first met, their eyes changed when they saw Shan Qingya, as if they were glowing.

Shan Qingya: ...

Sure enough, there is a generation gap between him and this group of people? What the hell is this look that wants to eat him?

"Okay, since everyone knows each other, stop talking nonsense, let's start." Liu Ya seemed to have not noticed the weird atmosphere around him, still talking happily to himself.

As it was about Huashen, several people put away their other thoughts and began to concentrate. It seemed that Liu Ya did not tell the others about anything else. As soon as he spoke, everyone turned their attention to him.

Shan Qingya is no exception. It can even be said that his eyes are the calmest among this group of powers. After all, with his understanding, it is only a matter of time to transform into a god, although the time between morning and evening may be ...will be a little long.