The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

If longing becomes ill, will you often see the shadow of your sweetheart?

"Lovesickness rots bones, three nights of frequent dreams." In Wenfeng's deep and cold smile, he hummed a little self-deprecating helplessness, "If you want to talk about lovesickness, shallow lovers don't know." (*1)

She raised her jaw slightly one after another, and took a closer look at him.

Junya's eyes were also looking back at him deeply, the turbulent emotion hidden in her eyes was almost hard to hide, and there was a clear reflection of a person in her focused eyes.

A gentle and luxurious statue, because of the ecstasy in the heart and soul, it is tinged with a bit of gloomy coldness and paranoia.

After the phoenix trees are half dead and the frost clears, the white mandarin ducks fly away. (*2)

The master's deep affection for that senior made people admire and feel moved one after another.

He sighed silently.

It would have been great if that senior had practiced the mystical soul technique back then.

As long as the soul is still alive, with Master's current ability, she will definitely be reborn.

……

Taoist Juechen picked up a useless apprentice with mediocre qualifications.

He raised people by his side and pampered him to the fullest, but he had other plans.

This good-for-nothing apprentice has a special physique, and can become the body for the resurrection of the Taoist sweetheart.

——Such a slightly frightening legendary storybook suddenly popped up in my mind one after another.

Stop!

He quickly shook his head violently, forcing the whimsy that appeared out of thin air out of the spiritual platform.

It's a pity that once a thought arises, it is like a vigorous seed falling into the fertile soil. In a moment of quicksand, it grows wildly and becomes a towering tree.

Master will make the decision to accept him as an apprentice, which makes all the monks in Yantian Realm unimaginable. Maybe, there is such a plan.

Since he can become the substitute of that senior, it is possible to become the body of that senior who is reborn.

Master may have been looking for a way to return the soul.

Let him eat well and live well in Lingyuan Peak, and raise him like a second-generation ancestor, so that one day, if he finds a way to call back the soul, he can use his body to revive his beloved.

Ok……

The master's kindness to him is as great as a mountain, and there is no way to repay his great kindness and virtue. If he can revive the bright moon in his beloved heart...

... I have no opinion one after another.

It's just that Qin Shi and the others have to find a way to tell Qin Shi's conspiracy to the senior who was reborn with his own body.

It would be great if that senior had a high cultivation base, so she wouldn't be afraid of Qin Shifang Xiu and Liu Changji.

However, when that senior passed away, it seemed that he was only in the Golden Core realm.

However, Master loves her deeply, so he must be obedient and obedient.

Master doesn't believe what he said, but for that senior, Master might believe it.

Besides, the master said that as long as that senior is in his ear and begs a few more times with gentle words, no matter how capricious the request is, he will agree.

Thinking about it this way, it would be better for that senior to be resurrected as soon as possible.

It's just that I don't know when Master will find the method of summoning souls.

... So, Master often travels, could it be that he is looking for secret methods in Xia Tian?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that these incidents are interlocking and logically self-consistent.

He may have inadvertently guessed the truth.

Now the only thing left is how he can come up with a method that won't be discovered by others and cause the plot to be leaked, but let the senior know.

"Ah Xu, we're here."

One after another, his wrists were suddenly grabbed by someone, pulling his wandering thoughts back together.

Qingrun Yayin quenched a slight chill: "What are you thinking, so fascinated?"

"I'm thinking about what that boy said just now."

It is naturally impossible to tell the truth one after another.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips, completely concealing the thoughts that had been floating around along the way: "If what he said is true, then the fact that Steward Wang saw the ghost of Mr. Wang is very strange."

Juechen Taoist Lord raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and took a deep look at his lover, without saying a word.

The two of them happened to stop at the gate of Wang Zhizhuan's courtyard at this time, and with invariable smiles on the corners of their mouths, they stepped over the threshold and entered the house first.

He had been in this room before.

That day, he went down the mountain to play with his uncle and brother. He had a fight with a group of casual cultivators and his arm was injured.

Passing by the gate of Wang's house on the way, I ran into Xue Songyu and his adopted son Wang Zhizhuan who were helping Miss Wang's funeral, and followed Wang Zhizhuan into the house to bandage the wound.

There are not many furniture in the house, nor are they exquisitely carved luxury objects, but they are all made of high-quality wood, simple and generous in style, clean and refreshing, and the price must not be too cheap.

The orientation of the house is very good, facing south from the north, the window lattice is wide, the light is abundant, and there is a faint fragrance of lotus in the house.

It is said that during his lifetime, Mr. Wang treated his adopted son very well, even better than his own.

At this time, there was no one in the room. After looking around for a week, I walked to the place where Wang Zhizhuan said that the ghost appeared.

The sunlight slantly shone on the door of the house, and it cast a strong warmth, which made people's eyes and heart brighten.

The breeze blows, the grass and trees sway, and the shadow of the wooden leak seems to form two figures, vaguely projecting the joyful sound of a loving father holding the child's hand, and the joy of the family.

If people have spirits in heaven, they will definitely come back and take a look.

——Is there really?

There is a flat and clean courtyard outside the door, with a wide field of vision, and you can see the tower flying around swallows not far away.

Like Mr. Wang's courtyard, there is no place to hide people, and it's not suitable for pretending to be ghosts.

In these two most unsuitable places to pretend to be a ghost, the soul of Mr. Wang not only appeared, but also clearly visible.

It feels weird no matter what.

Having said that, the caster deliberately pretended to be the ghost of Mr. Wang, in order to make the Wang family think that Mr. Wang died in peace, and came back to claim the lives of these unworthy descendants.

These unworthy descendants competed for the position of the head of the family and for the family property, but none of them learned the ancestral skills well.

Since no one has learned the true biography of the old man, who made the cakes that taste exactly the same?

Even if there are ghosts, can ghosts still be cakes for people to eat?

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through successively.

I vaguely have an idea, but unfortunately the boundary is blurred and the outline is vague, and it has not yet taken shape.

After walking around the Wang family compound, he returned to the hall.

Zhang Daochang didn't know where he went.

Yun Yazi and Taoist Jueming were still sitting in the hall majestically, eating and drinking tea, it was not at all like coming to the Wang family to help them solve their problems.

Several Wang family members still stayed in the hall, serving them tremblingly.It seems that being closer to them, you can get a little bit of fairy energy, and you won't be cursed to death by sorcery.

One after another, I randomly asked people about pastries.

Where are the pastries left by ghosts?He was going to have a look.

As soon as they heard the pastry, the two immortals who were as immobile as a mountain moved their hearts instantly, expressing with great interest that they would also move their steps to take a look.

So everyone in the main hall, even the stools where the two fairy elders were sitting, went to a side hall together.

A large group of descendants of the Wang family gathered together again. Zhang Daochang heard the news from nowhere, and came quickly.

The housekeeper, Wang Huai, ordered the servants to take out the cakes from the fairy food box.

There are Taoist formulas engraved on the food box, which can ensure that the food put inside will never rot.

Although the rank of this kind of Taoism is low, it can add a lot of convenience to the lives of ordinary people.

In order to make money, the monks at the bottom will make some similar talismans and sell them to mortals.

Nowadays, various professional products have been formed, which are widely circulated in the market.

Seven pieces of green pastries, each served on a white open plate, were presented in front of several fairy elders.

Wang Huaichao explained to everyone that the Wang family was curious about the first few pieces that appeared, so they daringly ate them.

After eating two or three yuan, it was all the handicraft of the old man. After confirming that the ghost was the old man, he didn't dare to move the rest, so he just kept it.

Yun Yazi was suddenly dissatisfied, and snorted coldly: "Wang Ji lotus leaf cake, there is a daily limit, unless you come to line up before dawn, otherwise you won't be able to buy it."

Judging from his contemptuous and sneaky eyes, he must be very greedy.

"The Wang family's signature dim sum is all handmade, with complicated processes and special materials. You can only make so many of them every day." A member of the Wang family rubbed their hands and explained to the immortal head, "I will give it to the immortal head personally later. Let's do it now."

He immediately ordered the servant to prepare the materials, but the servant explained to the elder in great trepidation: the fresh materials of the day are used to make the cakes, and they have been used up today, and they can only be made after purchasing at five o'clock tomorrow.

After some pretentious and courteous performances, everyone refocused their eyes on the row of finished products in front of them.

Although I have eaten many Wangji pastries one after another, this is the first time I learned that this thing is so difficult to buy.

If he had known that this lotus leaf cake was so troublesome to make and it was a limited product, he would have kept it for himself, which would not be cheap for Qin Shi.

The last time Qin Shi gave him the fierce sword, Xue Songyu happened to bring him lotus leaf cake, and he gave it to Qin Shi after changing hands.

I wanted to add some poison, but unfortunately I didn't.

The crowd stared blankly at the crystal clear cakes on the white porcelain plate for a while.

"Cut one and taste it." Zhang Daochang smiled, "I checked it with my spiritual sense, and there is no spell in it, it's just ordinary food."

I kept staring at it, but couldn't find any flowers.

Daoist Jueming agreed: "I also want to see what is the secret of this pastry."

"As long as the fairy elders don't think it's bad luck."

A royal family immediately ordered the servants to bring silver knives and small forks, cut two pieces and divided them into eight pieces.The monks each took a piece.

"Ah Xu." Lian Li was about to enter, when Daoist Juechen suddenly stopped him.

The exquisite phoenix eyes are slightly bent, and there is a hint of playfulness in the noble smile.

One after another suddenly remembered that Master should be served by him.

The young apprentice of Taoist Jue Ming who was next to him had already actively fed food to the master's mouth.

The behavior of the two apprentices is obvious.

One after another hurriedly served the piece of snack in his hand to the master to eat, and then took a piece with a small fork and put it in his own mouth.

Zhang Daochang chuckled suddenly, and looked at him with deep meaning, staring at him inexplicably.

The lotus leaf cake is placed in the fairy food box, even after a few days, it is still fresh.

Thin skin and thick filling, it melts in the mouth, a sweet fragrance spreads in the mouth, and the aftertaste is long.It is indeed a rare delicacy in the world.

No wonder the monks of Bigu are also full of praise for it.

The Wang family said that this is the old man's handicraft, which is slightly different from what the rest of the Wang family did.

He couldn't taste the difference between this and the one Xue Songyu brought him last time.

"This lotus leaf cake is indeed different from the ones sold outside your Wang family."

Taoist Cassia raised his head and looked up, his expression arrogant.He pretends that he is an expert and can distinguish the slight difference in food.

His soft little apprentice was whispering something in his ear.

I'm afraid the taste is different, and he didn't taste it himself.

It was tasted by this little fairy master who was highly inspired and could cast spells before entering Taoism.

Successively, he felt a little ashamed, and he was again compared to other apprentices.

After the words of Taoist Cassia Ming fell to the ground, he stood with his head held high, waiting for the Wang family to say some flattering words.

No one in the crowd expressed his intentions, and they all stood there with awkward expressions, as if they wanted to say something, but they were afraid of angering the elder and dared not speak.

The obvious anomalies would naturally not be ignored. Both Yun Yazi and Daoist Zhang told the Wang family to speak up.

The butler, Wang Huai, is also the big shopkeeper in the store. He explained to the elders: "This lotus leaf cake has different fillings from the ones we sell to customers."

"Don't say that the master didn't make it for sale a few years before his death. Even when the master was doing the knife himself, he didn't sell this kind of stuffing to customers."

"This stuffing is special, the old man will only make it for his family."

He added another sentence: "Wangji has a wide variety of cakes, all of which have unique recipes, but the lotus leaf cake is the most complicated. Whoever can make the lotus leaf cake well will be considered a master."

Butler Wang meant that no one except the Wang family could eat lotus leaf cake with this kind of filling.

There is no need to distinguish any nuances - it is different from the fillings sold outside, and anyone can taste the difference.

That's weird.

Doubts arose one after another.The one that Xue Songyu brought to him was obviously the same as this one.

What different people do, he may not be able to distinguish the subtle differences.

The fillings are different, and the color and taste are very different. No matter how dull he is, it is impossible to distinguish red beans and mung beans.

"Master," he asked Taoist Juechen for instructions, "I have something to ask, and I want to ask Butler Wang alone."

Daojun Juechen's warm fingertips gently and slowly stroked delicate thin lips, brushing off the food crumbs that did not exist.

Yayin smiled lightly: "What does my Xu want to do, how can I not agree as a teacher?"

The hot touch made her feel uncomfortable one after another.He leaned back slightly, avoided it calmly, turned his head and called Steward Wang to the next door alone.

"I'm Xue Songyu's friend." One after another straight to the point, they said to Wang Guanjia.

Wang Huai nodded: "I know, on Qingyuan Festival, Song Yu and Xiao Xianjun were together. I was also there at that time. Zhizhuan welcomed Xiao Xianjun into Wang's house. I ordered someone to get the wound medicine."

Didn't expect this to be the case.

Thanked Wang Huai one after another, and said: "I heard Song Yu said about you."

Xue Songyu has been friends with the deceased old man of the Wang family, the fifth girl, and the still alive housekeeper and adopted son for more than 20 years.

"Songyu often comes to buy pastries, and brought me a lot. I also ate lotus cakes."

Wang Huai looked at it carefully for a long while, but doubts, scrutiny, and hesitation flashed in his old but still hale eyes, and finally mixed together, turning into the determination of breaking the boat.

The old deep voice spoke slowly: "Songyu is a regular customer and watched Zhizhuan grow up. Zhizhuan called him Sister Xue."

They nodded one after another.he knows.

Butler Wang continued: "Song Yu came to buy pastries, if she was not in a hurry to go back to the mountain that day, even if we have been friends for so many years, she would still wait in line like everyone else."

They raised the corners of their mouths slightly one after another.

Xue Songyu is like this, he never makes a fuss about the world.

Even though she knew that there were many elixir and magic weapons in her body, she never thought about getting something from him.

The rough voice was even deeper, and he slowly and firmly said the facts that he had already guessed one after another, and asked himself to verify: "Song Yu is a member of Xianzong, so it is impossible to have time to line up all the time."

"If it's Wu girl and Zhizhuan's turn to make pastries one day, they will specially prepare one or two boxes for her."

Therefore, the Wangji pastries that I eat one after another are limited within the limited.It is not sold in shops outside at all.

The lotus cake he ate was the stuffing that the Wang family ate.

He was silent for a moment: "Why?"

Wang Huai raised his eyelids drooping due to aging, and looked at the other party deeply for a while again.

He let out a long sigh, and his old eyes were suddenly stained with powerless fatigue: "I didn't know before, and it was also recently, after the master's ghost appeared..."

He shook his head helplessly: "Guess. He didn't tell me."

Watching him quietly one after another, patiently giving enough time.

Wang Huai was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "The old man has never appointed the next head of the family, because the Wang family has rules, whoever has learned all the skills of the ancestors will be the head of the house."

"But those people think that the Wang family is rich, and they only want to fight for the family property. No one is willing to delve into the craftsmanship passed down by the ancestors. They even want to curry favor with the monks, and want to change the rules set by the master and treat all customers equally. .”

After a few breaths of silence, Qingyue's voice became dull: "How did Mr. Wang die?"

Wang Huai shook his head: "I used to think that the master was dying. No matter how bad it is, he was pissed to death by those unworthy descendants."

"But now, I want to know too. Was he murdered by someone?"

The old man's voice paused: "The next head of the Wang family has not been decided yet. The master has to test their skills every year. A year ago, according to the usual practice, the master called those unfilial children and asked them to make lotus leaf cakes. Have your skills improved?"

They frowned one after another: "That time there was no result?"

"Master didn't say that at the time. Then..."

"In a few days, he passed away. I always thought that none of them learned the true biography. Until recently, one after another, the ghost of the master and the appearance of the lotus cake. I discovered that the death of the master may not be So easy."

"You didn't ask him?"

"No." Dry tears flashed in the vicissitudes of the eyes, "The child's life experience is miserable, and he is well-behaved and sensible since childhood. The master loves him, and I like him too."

"I want to know how the master died. But if it's really... Immortal Master, tell me, what should we do about this?"

The corners of his mouth dropped slightly one after another: "Since he chose this method, he must want the truth to be made public."

Wang Huai was silent.

After half a moment, he raised his eyes and looked outside the door.

From here, you can see the tall pavilion next to Mr. Wang's courtyard.

Although it has been built for decades, it is still new and bright because of proper maintenance.

After the clouds are scattered, everything changes.

"When the master was young, he often took me up to play. When Zhizhuan was young, we often went up too."

Finally, Wang Huai let out a long sigh, and his turbid eyes suddenly flashed a hale and hearty light, which was as firm as his determination: "Xiao Xianjun, let's go. Let's ask."

Following the old housekeeper one after another, they returned to the Wang family hall again.

After they left the side hall, some members of the Wang family also left.Now they are all called back.

Outside the hall, birds chirped crisply, and a flock of birds flew high around the trees.

In the hall, a group of people stood in the shadow of the tree, looking at each other, and the green smoke from the incense burner created a strange and fragile tranquility.

He took his seat one after another like the four Golden Core cultivators, narrowed his glamorous and peerless eyes, and carefully scanned the unworthy descendants of the Wang family in front of him.

A member of the royal family tremblingly asked several immortal elders in an excited and trembling tone: "But the person who cast the spell has been found?"

Daoist Zhang chuckled and looked at one after another: "Fellow Daoist Wen, what clues did your disciple find?"

Taoist Juechen had a leisurely attitude, smiling without saying a word.

After taking a deep breath in silence one after another, he asked straight to the point, "How did Mr. Wang die?"

The Wang family was taken aback suddenly.

Some people were confused and didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question.

But one after another, they saw clearly that someone's expression changed obviously.

"Grandpa, didn't you die?" A grandson of the Wang family didn't know why, so he replied.

Everyone knows that Mr. Wang caught wind and cold in those few days.It is not strange for a person of his age to fall asleep and never wake up again.

Qingyue's voice was slightly low: "Really?"

No one answered.

He continued: "Do you think Mr. Wang will be harmed by others, and he will not die with peace, and his resentment is hard to let go, so he came back to take revenge?"

"Nonsense!" The Wang family didn't speak, Yun Yazi was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"It's just that ordinary people don't understand anything. You, a monk, don't you know that souls return to heaven and earth after death, and there can be no ghosts? Your master..."

He originally wanted to ask Fellow Daoist Wen how he taught his disciples.

Before he could speak, he suddenly felt an invisible coercion, like many sharp swords, directly attacking the soul beyond the body.

The severe bone-shattering pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and the remaining words were cut in his throat.

"My Axu is talking," said Taoist Juechen with a noble and gentle smile, and a kind tone, "I hope fellow Taoists don't disturb you."

The gentle and elegant demeanor and the cold and gloomy Reiatsu formed a stark and strong contrast.

It never occurred to Yun Yazi that this cultivator, who apparently seemed to be in the same realm as himself, had such a terrifying cultivation base.

He had no doubt that if he interrupted his little apprentice again, the other party would crush him like an ant without mercy.

Yun Yazi didn't dare to speak anymore.Silently huddled aside, watching his nose and nose and heart.

Although others saw that he was abnormal, they didn't know why.

He stopped talking, and everyone ignored them, refocusing on the successive questions.

The rumor that Mr. Wang came back to claim his life had caused panic.Many people have been skeptical.

However, yesterday the immortal masters spoke convincingly that there are no ghosts in this world.The dead are killed by the curse.

They naturally believed what Senchangto said.

But this couldn't explain what happened to the old man's pastries.

At this moment, Xiao Xianjun brought up the old story again, but what he said was somewhat different from the current gossip.

"Father was murdered by someone? Come back for revenge?" The seven daughters of the Wang family said in surprise, "Who was murdered by?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly reacted.If the father's grievances cannot be dispelled and he comes back to seek revenge from the murderer, then the brothers and sisters who died...

The Wang family, who were also quick-witted, also thought of this, and many of them turned pale instantly.

"Immortal... Immortal Elder." The eighth son of the Wang family tremblingly spoke, "But you said yesterday that it was a spell. This... Is this the work of an evil spirit, or was it killed by a living person?"

"Living people." The voiceless voice continued in a low voice: "But the murder is to avenge Mr. Wang."

Qingjue's cold eyes passed through the Wang family and landed on a corner: "Is my guess right?"

The author has something to say:

*1 Yan Jidao "Bodhisattva Man"

*2 He Zhu's "Partridge Sky · Overcoming Changmen and Everything Is Not"

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: Master accepted me as an apprentice in order to allow Bai Yueguang to take her home and be reborn! !

One after another: My reasoning is impeccable!

One after another, the brain power is too strong, and the master is really... powerless.

This book is also called "Master, he is angry every day"

ps Because it is all brain supplements one after another, so there is no need to care about gender issues~

2.

One after another secretly observed another apprentice: I was compared to other apprentices.

Master: As a teacher, I only want you to sleep with me, nothing else is important.

3.

They asked questions one after another, and the master also answered, but the two were not on the same line at all.

The misunderstanding is getting more and more outrageous.

There are iron trees one after another, which bloom very late (.

In February, the daily change started again at 2.

I hope that the sisters will not be fattened (there are no fattened ones, only dead ones...)

Xiao Lu, thank you readers for the milk tea!