The group favorite master became a sweet bun after amnesia

Xiao Qing's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, began to glow little by little, and then bent into two arcs.

"it is good."

As long as it is given by Master, everything is fine.

Under the candlelight, his already light-colored eyes became more and more golden, clear like a mirror, softly reflecting Yu Sheng's shadow.The gentle smile on Yu Sheng's face remained unchanged, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He's such a donkey, this is really embarrassing me, Yu Sheng!

Name it, give it a hammer?

As long as he can give a name, he will not teach these little bastards here.

Go down the mountain and set up a stall with Fengshui to touch the bones and name it!

The content of the daily lectures was written by Sui Yi, and he read them accordingly.

Name it and wipe out the inventory in your stomach!

In any case, he didn't lose the chain in front of his disciples, and Yu Sheng silently shed two lasagna tears in his heart.

"Go to bed early." Yu Sheng was afraid to say something that would show his flaws and fall off the chain in front of his apprentice, so he extinguished the candles in the room with a wave of his hand, and was about to go to bed.

Xiao Qing suddenly stopped him.

"Master."

"Huh?" Yu Sheng turned his head, praying in his heart that Xiao Qing would never ask him about small print.

As a result, Xiao Qing spoke again.

"Master, what about your small print?"

Yu Sheng's whole body froze all of a sudden.

"Hahaha, Master is such an adult, why are you still using small characters?"

"Uncle Kelan has fine print."

"Hahaha, it's been too long, no one called, Master has forgotten."

Xiao Qing couldn't help being abrupt, and blurted out: "Master told me, if I yell more, Master will never forget!"

Now Yu Sheng had even more reason to reject Xiao Qing justifiably.

"Presumptuous, I'm your master, how can you call him by my first name? Don't think about it, go to sleep!"

Yu Sheng dropped a harsh word, Xiao Qing finally calmed down.

Yu Sheng lay down on the bed with wooden hands and feet.

his fine print.

Of course he has fine print, given by his master.

... called the title cicada.

Kitten means.

When he was young, he was ignorant, and he only knew that he was the first disciple under the master's seat, except for Lan Wuqi, who was personally given small characters by the master.Quite proud.

For a long time, people called him Yu Xianchan.

Yu Kitty.

As long as he recalled it for a while, Yu Sheng would pick out the soles of his feet with his toes in embarrassment, and he could find a big restaurant in the capital!

What a shame!

Yu Sheng has made up his mind to bury this past, and it is absolutely impossible for his disciples to know his little characters—chicken cicadas one by one, Yu!Small!cat!

The next morning, when Yu Sheng woke up, the sky was already bright.

Of course not waking up naturally.

Was awakened by a knock on the door.

Yu Sheng subconsciously ignored Xiao Qing who was lying on the couch, and walked over to open the door.

Lan Wuqi stood outside the door carrying a food box.

Yu Sheng yawned: "Qiqi—why is it so early?"

"It's getting late." Lan Wuqi said and walked into the room, Yu Sheng gave him a way.

Seeing Xiao Qing when passing by on the couch, Lan Wuqi's eyes froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Did you sleep on the couch last night?" "Ah?" Xiao Qing, who was soundly asleep, came back to his senses.

Shit, almost forgot.

Xiao Qing lived here last night!

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Yu Sheng hurriedly explained: "I slept on the bed last night! I slept by myself!"

Are you kidding me, if I make my fellow disciples misunderstand that I am sleeping with my apprentice, will I lose my face?

Throw me to death!

Immediately afterwards, Yu Sheng added: "His wound is inflamed. I was afraid that he would be too hot in my room, so I let him rest in my room for the night. Lan Wuqi seemed very dissatisfied with Yu Sheng's answer. Put the food box on the table with your mouth open.

Xiao Qing heard the movement of Yu Sheng and Lan Wuqi, rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Master, morning."

Yu Sheng glared at Xiao Qing: "When is such a young man still sleeping late? Get up quickly."

Xiao Qing sat under the quilt, motionless.

...can't get up.

At this age, when the firepower was in full swing, I slept in Shizun's room for a night, covered with the quilt that Shizun had covered, and what smelled in my nose was the orchid breath from Shizun.

It is impossible to fall asleep directly.

It is impossible to wake up in the morning without any reaction.

Staring at the eyes of his master and the master of Fumo Peak, Xiao Qing bit the bullet and buried himself in the quilt.

"I'm such an adult, I can't wake up at this time."

Lan Wuqi's tone was light and light, seemingly without emotion, but Xiao Qing clearly felt the ridicule.

He also remembered.

However, my current reaction is too obvious... If I get up like this, the master will slap him to stop it.

I'm sorry, I can't afford it.

Hao Lai has to wait for his reaction to subside before he can get up.

Yu Sheng didn't know why Xiao Qing refused to get up, he could only sigh and thought Xiao Qing was lying in bed, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Okay, let's not get up if he doesn't get up."

Lan Wuqi snorted coldly: "It's just fine if I don't get up, anyway, I don't have his share."

Xiao Qing rolled her eyes.

"I don't eat my uncle's food."

"You child, what did you say?" Yu Sheng glanced across, with a hint of anger, anyway, Lan Wuqi is also Xiao Qing's uncle, so how can he talk like that?

Xiao Qing snorted.

After Yu Sheng scolded, Lan Wuqi smiled a little: "Eat."

Yu Sheng silently picked up the chopsticks and started eating the steamed buns.

Halfway through eating here, Xiao Qing finally sat up slowly, and began to put on a coat for himself.

After all, it was produced by the Spirit Medicine Peak of Qianshan Sect. After one night, the wound on Xiao Qing's hand had healed a lot with the naked eye, and even the blood scab was faintly falling off.

Yu Sheng called him to his side to have a look. After Yu Ning's ancestor's treatment, the almost injured meridian recovered well.

"Okay, you are also resting in the peak today, when you recover from your injury, go to practice swords."

Xiao Qing nodded, and then left Yu Sheng's room.

Lan Wuqi muttered a little guilty: "You are too kind to the disciple."

Yu Sheng sighed: "It's my fault too."

Lan Wuqi frowned and said, "How can I blame you for what happened before? You didn't do it one by one at that time." Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to hear more about it.

How was he then?

He also wants to know!

But Lan Wuqi kept his mouth shut and refused to say more.

Yu Sheng stared at Lan Wuqi resentfully, like some kind of abandoned resentful woman: "No, Qiqi, how can you only say half of what you said?"

Lan Wuqi was very honest this time: "Sui Yi won't let me speak."

"Damn, stinky Sui Yi!" Yu Sheng angrily pierced Xiao Long Bao's fat and white body as Sui Yi's face, and then slammed it away viciously.

Lan Wuqi casually rubbed the juice on the corner of Yu Sheng's mouth.

"By the way, you have to start preparing recently."

"Preparing for what?" Yu Sheng asked subconsciously.

Lan Wuqi also paused: "You still don't know?"

Yu Sheng shook his head in confusion.

Lan Wuqi sighed: "It's time to go to Wanjian Peak to pick a natal weapon for your disciple, and your natal weapon is also in Wanjian Peak, won't you take it back?"

"I have a natal weapon?" Yu Sheng asked back.

He remembered that he didn't have any. When they were about the same age as Xiao Qing and the others, the master had taken them to Wan Jianfeng to choose them.

Although Wan Jianfeng is called Wan Jianfeng, it is actually more accurate to say that it is the arsenal of Qianshanzong.

Swords, guns, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, edged, bladed, hooked, and chained... All in all, as long as it looks like it is on the weapon list, it can be found in Wanjian Peak of Qianshanzong.

It's just that Yusheng remembered that all the weapons in Qianshanzong's collection, except for the standard iron sword of the disciples, were all equipped with spirit.

When he went there, none of the spirits cared about him.

Lan Wuqi's expression was light: "Of course you have, but you didn't find it in Wanjian Peak, you brought it back from outside."

"Later, your weapon also fell asleep, so it was taken into Wan Jianfeng."

"Try this time, see if you can wake it up."

Yu Sheng nodded subconsciously: "OK."

What would his natal weapon... be like?

Yu Sheng pursed his lips, feeling a bit of anticipation in his heart.

Wan Jianfeng.

The clouds were densely covered and the wind was blowing everywhere, rolling violent snow particles towards the face, like a knife cutting a person's flesh and blood.

A big burgundy horse resisted the bad weather, snowflakes fell on its face and were melted by the white air from a loud nose, and a layer of water droplets formed on the hair around its lips, ready to condense and fall.

Yu Sheng's legs clamped tightly on the horse's belly and tightened the reins. The fierce horse neighed and snorted and stood firm. He got off the horse and tied the reins to the stable.

Yu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and went into the thatched shed—they were blown tottering by the strong wind, as if they were about to be opened in the next second.

"It's so cold, so cold!" Yu Sheng rubbed his hands and walked in with his nose flushed. The room was so hot that the stove was burning, and the ice crystals on his eyelashes melted quickly, dripping down into water.

"Ye Wuqing, is this a place for people to stay? It's too cold! What do you think, the abuse of spiritual power is still prohibited under the mountain?"

Ye ruthlessly glanced at Yu Sheng and looked away: "There are rules."

"Ye Wuqing, your mouth seems to be rented, and you are charged by the word? Fuck his donkey one by one" Yu Sheng was just about to scold the rules of bullshit, but every time he came to Wan Jianzong, he tortured him enough, and suddenly thought of himself. Several disciples are still here.

Not good, not good.

"Cough, indeed, it can sharpen the disciple's mind."

Fu Yue looked at Yu Sheng speechlessly.

Master, your mind is about to be worn down, okay? Yu Sheng sat down on the stool next to the stove, and put his stiff, red hands on the stove to warm up.

"Are you all ready? Come back quickly, Wan Jianfeng is really not a place for people to stay!"

Ye Wuqing glared at Yu Sheng.

Wu Ming blinked, a little excitedly: "Ready, Master, when can we set off?"

Yu Sheng remained silent, shrinking his body closer to the stove.

"Wait, wait...it's too cold, I haven't recovered yet."

After a long while, Yu Sheng just stood up, and the color of blood appeared on his face again, but this time it was warm red, obviously the cold air outside had finally eased.

"Are you ready? Let's go now."

"Wait." Ye Wuqing suddenly stood up and walked in front of Yu Sheng.

A pair of eyes are as clear as a cold spring at the bottom of a mountain, reflecting Yu Sheng's shadow.

"Be careful."

"Be careful of what?"

"yours."