After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

Wen Gu lay prone on the table, his cheeks were deeply buried in the crook of his arms, a slight coolness oozed out of his eye sockets, and he shed hopeless tears again.

Now he really wants to go home, he doesn't want to be Yuan Jiuyuan, he just wants to be himself, but...he returns to his own world, and he is also an existence hated by others.

Since he was in kindergarten, Wen Gu has been the strangest kid in the class. Watching a cartoon, the villain was beaten into the sky, and the other kids clapped their hands and laughed. He is so weird.

Later, Wen Gu went to middle school, and changing schools became commonplace. One year, he switched to four schools before finishing his studies, because when he returned home during that time, his clothes were dirty and dusty, and there were always minor wounds on his face.

He was very stubborn, and he would not say a word no matter how wronged he was, but he knew his son better than his mother. Mother Wen knew everything about the school.

The high school family sent him to study abroad. Mother Wen hoped that he would grow up healthily. In fact, the situation was not much better. Everyone stopped fighting him and isolated him naturally.

In those few years, he was very lonely and could only rely on cooking to relieve his depressed emotions. Unexpectedly, he was very talented in this area, and the dishes he made were very delicious.

It was at that time that Wen Gu met the high-spirited Shang Ze. Unlike him who was alone, Shang was a man of the school, handsome, rich, and very popular.

Wen Gu never thought that such a person would take the initiative to show his affection to him, and Shang would send him bouquets, take him to class reunions, lean on his shoulder when he was drunk, and say he liked him.

Naturally, his heart was moved. After returning to China, Wen Gu tried his best to attract Shang Ze's attention, and he did not hesitate to sign a contract with Starway Company.

But Shang made a 180-degree turn in his attitude. He hated him for being clingy, crying, blushing at every turn, and even hating the bento he gave carefully, throwing it into the trash can without even looking at it.

Just like today's master, Wen Gu cried until his nose turned sour, and he was still very wronged. He tried his best to take care of others, but he was always hated by others.

Is it because I like crying too much?

Thinking of this, Wen Gu wiped his tears with the corner of his sleeve and picked up the photo mirror on the table.

In the mirror, Yuan Jiuyuan's handsome face was turned into a big tabby cat by his crying. His black and thick eyelashes were glued together, his deep eye sockets were wet and moist, and the end of his eyes and the tip of his nose seemed to have been rubbed with rouge.

Wen Gu pursed his lips, clenched his fists tightly, and encouraged himself not to cry anymore, tears are poison, and Yuan Jiuyuan's Fuyuan opportunities would all be cried away if he cried again.

Suddenly, a dark red figure appeared behind him in the mirror.

Wen Gu was so frightened that his hands shook, he immediately turned his neck, and unexpectedly bumped into the cold and aloof face of Chongren Zhenren again.

There is a red fluffy cloak on the Taoist robes that are white as snow. The fur of the fire mouse is thin and thick, and the color is even and bright, like the heart of the most burning fire, beautiful and eye-catching. Kind of dazzled.

"The real person..." Wen Gu sniffed his nose lightly, after the baptism of tears, his eyes were clear and clean, obediently flattering.

Master Chong paused, Wen Gu looked at him straight, the grievance and sadness in his eyes gradually receded, and turned into joy that was about to come out, and the corners of his mouth raised a small arc.

"I came to see you as I passed by here." Master Zhong turned his head and looked at the lush bamboo forest outside the window, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

Wen Gu blinked, the back mountain is the most remote place on Qianhe Peak, where can Master go to pass this place?

Reverend Chong looked around the shabby room, picked up the old teacup on the table, and looked down, "Are you used to living here?"

"I'm used to it, I like it here." Wen Gu turned his body sideways, deliberately approaching him.

Reverend Chong looked past him, and then stared at the dry and warped red paint on the table, "If you are not used to it, then move to the front peak. There are plenty of spare courtyards in Qianhe Peak, so you don't have to live here alone."

The curve of Wen Gu's side was deeper, and he insisted on letting him look at him, "The real person doesn't like me. I live in Qianfeng and you get angry every day when you see me. I'd better stay away from you so as not to make you angry."

He is very speechless, he is notoriously arrogant and mean, and he has long been used to cynicism and sarcasm. Now he wants to say a few words of concern, but he doesn't know what to say to make Wen Gu feel better.

After a while, he said nonchalantly, "You don't need to call me a real person from now on."

Wen Gu pursed his raised lips, and asked knowingly, "If I'm not called a real person, then what should I be called?"

"Just call me Master." Master Chong finished quickly, as if he was worried that if he said it too late, he would regret it.

The corners of Wen Gu's mouth immediately turned up, and his blunt happiness had a strong appeal. Everyone could see that he was very happy now. He stretched out both hands, and suddenly hugged Zhongrenren's waist tightly, "Master... Master... Master..."

Master Zhong let him hold him, and raised his hand uncomfortably. The disciples of Qianhe Peak feared and respected him, and they had never been so close to their disciples.

"Master...Master...Master..." Wen Gu was like a small repeater, babbled and babbled for a long time, the tip of his nose rubbed against the soft and fluffy fur of his cape, and it was slightly itchy. He raised his face and asked expectantly, "Is it warm? Yes?" Isn't it cold anymore?"

Reverend Chong nodded slowly. Facing Shang Wen Gu's shining eyes, he couldn't help but squeeze out a deliberate smile, "It's very warm, Master likes it."

The Yuan family had already severed Yuan Jiuyuan's name and removed his name from the genealogy. The jade tablet of Lixiao Shaozhuang was the only symbol of his past. It was very precious to Yuan Jiuyuan. Zhenren Chong knew very well. Besides, this little The apprentice also went to transport the pot for him.

During the 300-year ups and downs of Zhenren Chong, his Taoist couple died unexpectedly, his master was devastated, the Xuanyue Sect was glamorous on the outside, and the factions in the interior struggled complicatedly. They all wanted to inherit the mantle of Zhenjun Ziyi. We must also beware of internal fighting among the teachers and brothers.

This bitterness is unspeakable. He is the master of Qianhe Peak, the master who is extraordinary and holy in the hearts of the disciples. They respect him and fear him, but no one has ever cared about him.

Only this little disciple of the Demon Race.

Wen Gu wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, and rubbed his head against his excited body. Although Master Chong couldn't see his face, he could feel the vibration of his chest when he laughed.

Isn't this feeling more real than those illusory prejudices?

People from the demon race are certainly hateful, but this little apprentice has never done anything bad. The knot in Zhong Zhenren's heart was reconciled with himself the moment he saw Huoshuqiu.

Reverend Chong raised his hands hanging on both sides slowly, and gently placed them on top of Wen Gu's head. When he was hesitating whether to touch it, Wen Gu actively rubbed his head against his hands.

"Hey, master." Wen Gu smiled, his fair cheeks were flushed, and his eyes looked more beautiful and innocent.

Master Chong stroked his hair unnaturally, "You're so good."

No wonder Miaozhen defies authority and speaks uprightly. His little apprentice is really good at deceiving people.