Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

Jiang Huai flipped through the calendar over and over again, counting the days.

Seeing that the day Li Wenzhao promised was coming, he was full of joy, and just after class here, he took Qingluan to the other side and made a special trip to Xiangzhaifang.

Xiangzhaifang is no different from the past, standing on the busiest street, it is still full of visitors and footsteps.

At the end of July in the south of the Yangtze River, the scorching heat was unstoppable. Jianghuai came all the way, very thirsty, and asked the clerk for a bowl of peanut cheese soaked in crushed ice, and went to the restaurant to eat.

He kept fanning the wind with his hands, trying to cool it down, but it didn't work at all, the wind from the fan was full of heat, the sweat stuck to his body, and his clothes were wet, making people feel uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, 007 turned on the cooling mode for him to cool down the wind coming from his surroundings.

The peanut butter was served quickly, Jiang Huai picked up the spoon, smashed all the crushed ice in, and stirred it several times to make sure that the ice melted inside, before he started eating.

【Li Wenzhao will be back tomorrow,】 007 muttered beside him, 【After waiting for so long, it will be the end. 】

"I'll bring back some egg yolk cakes for Master," Jiang Huai said, and then said, "There are also crab cakes, but they have to be chilled with ice, otherwise they will easily spoil."

[I'll turn on the low temperature mode for you. ] 007 said, 【Take it with you. 】

"Okay." Jiang Huai dug another spoonful of peanut cheese and put it into his mouth. The peanuts floated in the milky white cheese.

After he finished eating, he asked the buddy for a lot of pastries, and the buddy said while wrapping it in oiled paper: "This day, it's not easy to put it away, it's easy to spoil."

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Huai said and handed over the money bag.

The man gave him the wrapped pastry and told him to eat it as soon as possible. The weather is hot, and such things as pastries can't last for half a day.

007 turned on the low temperature mode for him, and there is also storage space, so that the food can be preserved for a longer time.

When Jiang Huai returned to Jiuyi Mountain, he saw a few disciples gathered around a stone table, enjoying the shade under the shade of a tree. He knew all the disciples, and they all attended classes with him, but they were not from the same teacher.

"Jianghuai!" One of them also saw him and waved to him, "Come on!"

Jiang Huai trotted over and saw them gathered around a stone table, playing leaf games. This place is shaded by trees, which can block the scorching sun. Many disciples like to come here to escape the summer heat.

"Three missing one, will you come?" the disciple asked him.

Jiang Huai stared at the wooden bird cards stacked on the table, hesitated a little, and played mahjong... It's addictive, what if the master comes back early?

Before he could think about it, the disciple next to him had already pulled him over, pushed him to sit on the stone stool, and said with a smile, "It's just you."

"Do you really want to play?" Jiang Huai glanced over, then retracted, "I—"

Before he finished speaking, the disciple next to him was afraid that he would leave, so he hurriedly said: "No, it doesn't matter, we will teach you."

Jiang Huai hesitated again and again: "But——"

"Oh, it's very interesting," the disciple replied, "The lord taught us before."

Master taught them to play the leaf game?Jiang Huai couldn't believe it, he was stunned for a moment, the master had never mentioned this to himself, and he had never seen him touch it.

"Who is Master playing with?" He couldn't help asking.

"Playing with the elders, those elders couldn't beat him. Later, he would occasionally play with our group of disciples. There was a senior brother who was very good at playing leaf games, and the Lord often called him to join him."

"Who is Senior Brother?" Jiang Huai was stunned again.

"It's under the third elder's sect," the disciple replied, "surnamed Xu."

Surname Xu?Jiang Huai ran through his mind quickly. He didn't remember that Li Wenzhao had mentioned this person to him, why didn't he?When did you play together?Why don't you say it?Why did you teach others how to play leaf opera, but never mentioned this to yourself?

A series of questions rushed over, he couldn't think of it, he was depressed for a long time, and finally put his hands on the stone table, and directly started to count the bird cards skillfully.

Amidst the sound of shuffling the cards, he asked slightly jealously: "What are you betting on?"

"Gambling on spirit stones." The three disciples replied in unison.

The day was long, and they sat for several hours in a row, until dusk appeared in the sky, and the four of them were still sitting there, shuffling the cards.

"Oh, I don't want to play anymore." The first disciple who called Jiang Huai was full of frustration, "I called you here because I thought you couldn't play, and now all the spirit stones are in your pocket."

Jiang Huai played the bird card skillfully, and asked without raising his eyes: "Are you really not coming?"

"No, no, no more," the three disciples waved their hands and said, "If you come again, you will lose all your dirty pants. Next time, you can try it with the Lord, we can't play with you any longer."

Jiang Huai pushed the bird card away while laughing, and said, "It's a deal. Master may not be able to win me."

When the three disciples heard what he said, they all shook their heads and replied: "You try it next time, and you will know how powerful the Lord is." After speaking, they threw their last housekeeping money on the table.

Jiang Huai stood up with a smile, took the money bag over, shook it in his palm, and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll go back first."

***

In summer, the sky is dark and late, and the sky is still crow-blue, and it can't get dark.

Jiang Huai fetched a basin of water, washed his hands, and put all the homework that he had organized during this period of time in the place he had chosen before, so that he could see it as soon as he got close to the table, and it was difficult to ignore it.

He took out the red string from the small wooden box, put it in the palm of his hand, and played with it. The wooden box was preserved by him so that it was not even stained with dust. He put the red string down, and took a cloth to wipe it again.

The cakes he bought earlier were piled up in white porcelain, and they were arranged as they were served in the store.

If you come back at night, you will definitely be hungry and need to eat something, these are salty, Master should like them.He thought in his heart, but couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, and smiled sweetly.

After waiting for a while, it finally got dark, and he closed the doors and windows, so as not to hear Li Wenzhao's footsteps.

Feeling worried afterwards, he simply moved the chair to the window sill, sat on the edge, propped his face with his hands, and pretended to look at the moonlight outside the window, but actually observed the wind and grass outside.

He waited from the willow tip on the moon to the middle of the moonlight, and counted the bright stars in the sky repeatedly, but he still didn't hear the sound of footsteps.

The courtyard was quiet, and the moonlight spread down, making it cool.

Jiang Huai's eyes moved from the sky to the crabapple. The crabapple bloomed in spring, but it has already withered, and the branches full of flowers are only left with a little greenery, waiting for the next year to bloom again.

The turbulent mood gradually settled down, and he sat and waited for a long time. He was very sleepy, so he took out the red quilt rope, wrapped it around the end of the dragon bone, and finally tied a knot.

How could it be impossible to tie it, but I just wanted Li Wenzhao to tie it for him personally...

After tying the knot, he took it off again and again, rubbing the rope back to its original shape, afraid that Li Wenzhao would notice the clue.

The moon is getting more and more partial, and the few clusters of dancing flames in the house are gradually extinguished.

Jiang Huai was still sitting there without moving. The cakes on the table reminded him that he hadn't eaten at night and it was time to eat something.

He stared at the egg yolk crisps on the plate, his throat bone slipped uncontrollably, and then looked at the crab flour crisps next to him, only then did he realize that he bought a lot.

There are so many, just eat one or two yuan, it's okay... He rubbed his hands, feeling that his mind was bewitched by those pastries, and he was entangled.

You can't eat it, it's for the master.He bit his lower lip, looking more and more hungry, and finally simply changed his seat and sat on his back.

He propped his chin with his hands, and changed his posture, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. He felt that there must be something in the chair, otherwise why would he be so uncomfortable.

Later, he moved the chair back, opened the door, and sat down next to the door, tucked up and waited.

His eyes slipped from the entrance of the yard to his knees, until the drowsiness could no longer be suppressed, he hugged his knees in a daze, and fell asleep.

In the dream, he saw Li Wenzhao standing under the light of the sky, smiling at him through the sunlight, the crabapple flowers in the yard were in full bloom again, and the fragrance filled his sleeves, but none of them smelled as good as the fragrance of the master...

In his dream, he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and wanted to walk over, but just as he raised his heels, his body suddenly lightened, and before he had time to panic, he had already fallen into the abyss.

He woke up from his sleep, the glare of the sun temporarily obstructing his vision.

He rubbed his eyes, and found that he had fallen asleep leaning against the door. There were footsteps suddenly heard in front of the yard. He didn't care to distinguish, and hurriedly stood up to run over.

However, his hands and feet were numb all night, and he lost consciousness. He stomped his feet anxiously, trying to relieve the feeling. As soon as he stomped his feet, his knees immediately softened, and he fell down because he couldn't bear the force.

The person was lying on the ground, embarrassed, but because Li Wenzhao came back, he didn't think about it so much, and hurried to stand up.

He rubbed his hands, and when he got up again, what appeared in front of him was not the figure in his imagination, but Nanzhu.

"Don't salute me like this," Nanzhu was startled by his actions, and pulled him up from the ground, "Let Li Wenzhao know later, he will cut me."

Looking at him, Jiang Huai felt a sense of loss in his heart. He felt that all the joy just now was like an illusion. He was standing in the sun, but he seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, cold from head to toe.

He was stupefied for a long time before he came to his senses and said in a low voice, "God Nanzhu..."

"What's the matter? Are you not happy to see me? Or is it that Li Wenzhao hasn't come back?" Nan Zhu could probably tell something from his expression, and helped him into the house.

"Master hasn't come back yet." Jiang Huai didn't want to say anything else, and buried his face in the quilt as soon as he touched the bed.

"What's the rush? Isn't it the last day today?" Nan Zhu pulled out a chair to sit, saw the cakes on the table, and took them to eat.

"Don't eat!" Jiang Huai wanted to stop him, but it was too late, Nanzhu took a bite before he finished his words.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Nanzhu looked back at him, "Even if you leave it to Li Wenzhao, you don't know when he will come back. This day, it might be broken by the time he comes back, and if something happens on the way, It's normal to delay for a day or two."

"Forget it, you are right." Jiang Huai lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing that his eyes were red, Nanzhu put the pastry he took a bite of back on the plate, and said in disbelief, "It's just a piece of egg yolk pastry, at worst, I'll just buy you another one, it's not a rarity..."

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Wrote me to death, terribly...

Last modification time: 2021.12.3