Master will only delay my promotion

"Then throw it away." Qing Yi raised his hand and was about to throw the mochi into the garbage ditch beside him.

"Hey!" Duan Yibai opened his eyes wide, "Don't waste food."

I really should throw Master to the last world to experience it, so that I can know the preciousness of food.When Duan Yibai was in the end of the world, he almost ate zombies.

A low laugh came, Duan Yibai's head was rubbed, and then the piece of mochi was passed to his mouth.

"Xiaobai is too thin, he should make up."

Qingyi has been intentionally trying to make Duan Yibai fatter these days, but her waist, which feels like it would break if she hugs her, is too thin, and her whole body doesn't weigh much.

"..." Duan Yibai took the mochi and swallowed.

But in the end it was secretly fed to the system.

He can't be fat, otherwise, if he wears another female queen world or entertainment world in the future, how can he dance with the fat on his waist!

What Master said about him being too thin is all nonsense.In the eyes of the elders, a child who is too fat to become a pig is too thin.

Duan Yibai said that he is a person with clear self-knowledge.

That night, the local people were having a funfair, and the streets were extraordinarily lively.

Qing Yi thought that it was time to return to Jiuxiaozong tomorrow, and it would be good to take Xiaobai tonight to have fun.

Knocking on the door of Duan Yibai's room, a voice that seemed to be struggling came from inside, "The door is unlocked...Master, just open it...just fine."

Pushing open the door full of doubts, Qing Yi was shocked by the scene inside.

Duan Yibai supported the ground with his forearms, and stood upside down by the wall, with a heavy weight hanging from his feet on the left and right.

That fair face was already flushed, and beads of sweat dripped from the forehead.

That posture was even more spectacular than when Qingyi punished the three disciples

"Xiaobai, what are you doing...?" Qing Yi seriously suspected that Duan Yibai's intermittent insanity had relapsed.

Duan Yibai took a breath, and said with great effort: "Lose weight."

He wanted to get rid of those nasty fats that sneaked into his body while he was not paying attention, and restore his perfect golden ratio.

An excellent tasker must not have fat!

"..." Qing Yi didn't know that his little disciple cared so much about his figure.

"But Xiaobai, you are not fat at all." Even thinner.

Duan Yibai calculated that the time for this movement was almost up, so he retracted his legs from the wall.

After taking a few breaths, he performed another difficult yoga pose.

While posing, he said: "Master, you don't need to comfort me, I know I'm fat."

"..." Qing Yi looked at the man who was about to turn himself into a twist, and didn't know what to say for a while.

What kind of weird posture is this?

After a while, Qing Yi said softly: "There is a fun fair tonight, let's go and see it together?"

"No need, Master, you can go and play by yourself, this disciple wants to reduce... the pain, pain, pain, pain!"

Duan Yibai burst into tears in his heart, he really has gained weight, before doing this movement his legs would not cramp.

Qing Yi immediately stepped forward, gently lowered Duan Yibai's leg from his head, and gently rubbed the tendons of his thigh.

"Are you okay, does it still hurt?"

Duan Yibai was terrified by being pinched, and quickly pushed Qing Yi's hand away, "It's okay, it's okay, don't pinch."

"Xiaobai, you are not fat at all, so you don't need to lose weight." Qing Yi frowned slightly, "Don't torment your body like this."

"Go for a walk with the teacher." Qing Yi pulled Duan Yibai and walked out, giving no chance of rejection.

Duan Yibai staggered, "Master, don't talk, don't talk, I'll just go."

The street is indeed very lively, and there are more people at night than during the day.

"Funfair, is there any performance?" Duan Yibai looked around and found that there was a lot of people around, and bursts of applause burst out.

Walking over curiously, Duan Yibai said, "..."

Broken boulders on the chest, hot palms with boiling oil, swallowed big swords, turned white porcelain plates with poles...

He seems to have found a good way to make a fortune again.

"Master, I think..."

"Xiaobai, you don't want to." Qing Yi's eyebrows twitched, and he interrupted immediately after guessing what his little disciple was thinking.

How decent is it for a dignified disciple of the Immortal Sect to perform on the street?

It was because of his negligence that he didn't stop him from dancing in the arena of the brothel before, but this time it is absolutely impossible.

Duan Yibai let out a long sigh, his face full of regret, as if he missed a hundred million.

Qingyi: "..."

He didn't understand where Xiaobai's obsession with making money came from.

I remembered Duan Yibai's previous explanation that he wanted to be independent and no longer rely on himself.

So there was the next step, burning clothes to make alchemy, sneaking down the mountain to sell his portrait, and competing with the brothel for the leader.

Now I even want to be a performer.

Qingyi felt more and more urgent to untie Xiaobai's knot, otherwise God knows what else Xiaobai could do in the future.

"There are gadgets over there, Xiaobai, if you are interested, you can go and have a look."

Duan Yibai only wants to make money and doesn't want to spend money, and wants his master who spends money like water to know that making money is not easy.

But thinking so in my heart, I obediently walked to those stalls.

Anyway, I can't sell art, and it's boring to stand there, so I might as well go and have a look.

In the beginning, they were all jewelry stores, but Duan Yibai only glanced at them twice before leaving.On the contrary, there are small toy sellers in the back, Duan Yibai gradually became interested.

"Can I knead dough by myself?" Duan Yibai asked, pointing at the colorful dough.

"Yes." After collecting the money, the stall owner made room for Duan Yibai.

"Little Bai, can you knead dough?" Qing Yi discovered another skill of a young disciple.

"A little bit." Those trained in those primitive worlds, if they don't know how to pinch, they won't even be able to use pots and pans.

Duan Yibai pinched a body first, then pinched out the limbs and head, and carefully strung them together with toothpicks.

Qing Yi stood quietly and watched.

Is Xiaobai trying to pinch him?

The stall owner occasionally glanced at it at first, but he couldn't find time later.

Duan Yibai and Qingyi were like living signs, standing there, a lot of customers came over.

"I'm sorry, those two are also customers, but they are there because they want to knead dough by themselves. They can't knead it for you." explain.

Although those customers were disappointed, they still bought some men in order to get a better look at the beautiful men, but they were very slow in choosing them.It's not so much picking someone, it's better to say it's delaying time.

This point can be clearly seen from a certain girl who picked a black pig for a long time and finally bought a black pig.

Qing Yi's face turned cold after watching, because Duan Yibai pinched his hair, and that hair was black, so it was clear that it wasn't him.

So who is Xiaobai pinching?Judging by the style of the clothes, it doesn't look like Xiaobai himself.

As the facial features of the clay figurine gradually became clear, a familiar person appeared.

Li Fang

Qing Yi: "..." It's Li Fang again, why is he everywhere.

This is not over yet, Duan Yibai pinches Shen Ye and Wu Hongxuan again in the following time.

In the end, he even pinched Jian Shaochi.

Qing Yi became more and more depressed.

Xiaobai has pinched so many people, but there is no him.

Seeing Duan Yibai pick up another ball of dough, Qing Yi thought to himself that this time it must be him.

But it turned out... the yellow thing looked at, it was the strange spirit beast that Xiaobai used to have.

"Wow, host, you pinched me!" The system happily jumped up and down in the sea of ​​consciousness.

That joyful appearance and Qing Yi's indifferent appearance are simply a gap between heaven and earth.

"It's over, master, let's go..." Duan Yibai turned his head, shocked by Qing Yi's cold look.

What's going on, what happened?

Why did Master's expression suddenly look like his daughter-in-law ran away with someone else, or the person who owed him money ran away.

"...Nothing." Qing Yi said lightly.

Duan Yibai looked strangely at the master who was walking ahead alone, and sighed that the master's heart was needled.

"Guest officer, you are really good at pinching." The stall owner admired, and then asked curiously: "Is that young man your friend? Why doesn't he look very happy?"

"No." Duan Yibai shook his head, and replied sonorously: "Not a friend, he is my father."

"?" The stall owner looked puzzled at the young man who seemed to be in his early twenties, and then at Duan Yibai who was also in his early twenties.

Is that father too young? I'm afraid he had a son when he was in the mother's womb.

Qingyi, who was walking in front, paused, obviously hearing the conversation between Duan Yibai and the stall owner.

Suddenly, my heart became even more depressed. Is this how Xiaobai introduced him in front of others?

How old is he?

"Believe it or not, my father just looks young." Duan Yibai explained.

"Really?" The stall owner still doesn't believe it, no matter how young he is, he doesn't look like his son.

"Do I still recognize my father casually?" Duan Yibai rolled his eyes.

That's true, no one would be so bored as to recognize their father casually, the stall owner finally believed him somewhat.

Then he pulled Duan Yibai and asked: "Does your father have any secret maintenance methods, can you teach me, my family has wrinkles on his face all day long."

"Well..." Duan Yibai thought for a while, and was about to open his mouth to fool around, when the soft flesh on the back of his neck was picked up again.

With this proficient technique and precise location, you don't need to look back to know that it is his master.

"Xiaobai, don't talk nonsense, go back." Qing Yi grabbed Duan Yibai's neck and led the people out of the stall.

The stall owner stared blankly at the two people who left, and finally completely believed Duan Yibai's previous words.

The way these two get along looks like elders and juniors.

So how on earth did that son manage to look so young?

"Xiaobai, why did you tell that person that the teacher is you...father." Qing Yi looked particularly displeased when he said the last word.

"Because Master is just like my father in my heart." Duan Yibai said sincerely.

"Disciples are full of respect and admiration for Master, just like respecting their father."

Yes, yes, he has such a pure master-student relationship with his master, and he has absolutely no other thoughts.

"..." Qingyi never wants to hear about her father or anything in her life.

"The teacher is your master, not your father." Qing Yi sternly corrected.

"So Master never regarded me as his own child?" Duan Yibai lowered his head in disappointment.

Qing Yi was taken aback for a moment, realizing that what he said just now might have hurt Xiao Bai, and regretted it for a while.

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The author has something to say:

Duan Yibai: Dad!

Qingyi: ...

People who eat melons: This father is so young, he must be good at taking care of himself.