Sand sculpture apprentice dressed as black heart lotus

Xu Muyan dared not speak out, but he still humbly called Master.

After calling out, he stared at his hand and didn't speak again.

Strangely, the little widow didn't speak either.

There was an eerie dead silence all around.

Just when Xu Muyan felt strange and was about to look up, the little widow hugged his head and hugged him in her arms.

Xu Muyan: "..."

Damn, little change.It's scary!

"Hey, master is here. From now on, master will never lose you. As long as master is alive, no one will be allowed to bully me...Jiao Jiao."

Yulisheng embraced him emotionally, as if treating some lost and found treasure, slowly flowing out from his indifferent eyes.Hot tears.

It dripped on the top of Xu Muyan's head.

Xu Muyan felt strange, raised his hand to catch it, and just caught a drop of crystal clear water.

He stared at the drops of water in his palm and froze for a full moment before suddenly saying in astonishment: "Isn't it? Master? Your saliva dripped on my hand!!!"

Yu Lisheng: "..."

"Master, are you hungry? My disciple is going downstairs to cook you a bowl of... noodle soup?"

Xu Muyan was terrified.

He knew before that, the little widow is a person who kills and sets fire to eat children.

In the past, the little widow herself admitted that she had eaten many people.Meat.

But Xu Muyan had never seen her before, and she had no choice but to be a little widow.

But just now I saw the little widow hugging his head, sniffing his neck and drooling...

Could it be that he planned to cut out his heart and liver and eat it?

This is not impossible, after all, the little widow has a lot of criminal records, so she can eat by herself, and she even dissected the devil's heart and liver to make soup for him to drink.

It was so fishy that I almost vomited thinking about it.

Xu Muyan's face was pale, and he said again with fear: "I'm good at making noodle soup. The noodle is thin and long, even in thickness, and it's not easy to rot in the pot. The noodle is strong..."

"I...don't want to eat noodle soup."

Xu Muyan: "..."

Ah, it's over, the little widow said he didn't want to eat noodle soup!

If you don't eat noodle soup, isn't it just to make his thin skin tender.Meat the kids ate?

Last night, I ate so much that I was satisfied, but now I want to change the way of eating.

Xu Muyan felt that his life was over.

As soon as his body softened, he slumped on the chair.

When Yulisheng saw her, she thought that Xu Muyan was rejected by him, so she was disappointed.

Immediately his eyes brightened, and Yu Lisheng said: "Do you want to eat for me?"

Xu Muyan nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"Do you really want to eat for me?"

Xu Muyan's tone was very firm: "Yes!"

"Then you...then have you done it for other people before?"

Yulisheng walked around in front of Xu Muyan, staring at him condescendingly, with a little nervousness in his eyes.

He desperately wanted Xu Muyan to take the initiative to recognize his master and apprentice.

He unilaterally believes that the tension between the two is not all the time.

Speaking of making noodles, Xu Muyan's hand was injured like that before, and he still insisted on kneading, rolling, and cooking noodles for him.

Could it be that Xu Muyan couldn't forget all these things?

Xu Muyan's thoughts were completely opposite to his.

He was very annoyed when he mentioned this matter.

In the past, in order to please the little widow, he endured the pain of hurting his hand, gritted his teeth and cooked a bowl of noodles for the little widow.

Afterwards, the little widow pinched his neck and humiliated him like a dog all night, even kicked him, stepped on his head, and humiliated him in various ways.

Even if Xu Muyan wanted to forget it, he couldn't forget it. Even thinking about it now, he still felt very tight in his chest.

Xu Muyan said expressionlessly: "Naturally, I had a little white dog in my family before, and it was extremely difficult to raise. Once I cooked a bowl of noodles for the little white dog, and I was reluctant to eat it, so I fed it all to the dog. Who would have thought that the little white dog would bite me afterwards!"

Yu Lisheng: "..." Why did he feel that this story sounded so familiar?

And no matter what, I felt that Xu Muyan was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, mocking him as an ungrateful little white dog.

"So that's it, what a... strange story."

Yu Lisheng reluctantly gave a comment against her will.

If it was the past, he would have grabbed Xu Muyan's neck and asked him who he was scolding.

But now, Yulisheng doesn't care anymore, as long as Yanyan stays by his side, he can scold anyone he wants, even if it's Yulisheng himself.

As long as Xu Muyan doesn't leave him, he can do whatever he wants.

Yulisheng said: "Since you are so eager to be a teacher, then I will teach you how to write today as a teacher... I will teach you another piece of "Clear Heart Sutra". The anxious heart is not calm, and you are obviously a teacher. But I'm always thinking about other men."

Xu Muyan didn't have anything good to say about him, so he simply rolled his eyes at Tian.

Unexpectedly, Yu Lisheng happened to catch a glimpse of him, so he heard him say: "Jiaojiao rolls his eyes so beautifully, from now on he is only allowed to roll his eyes in front of the teacher, understand?"

After hearing this, Xu Muyan felt his eyes turn black and then white, and felt that between him and Yu Lisheng, someone must have had his brain bitten by a dog.

Yulisheng seemed to like hugging him very much, so he hugged him horizontally, and walked to the table in stride.

Then, without letting go of him, she sat directly on the chair behind the desk, and then put Xu Muyan on her lap.

He held Xu Muyan in his arms from behind.

The two were so tight that there were hardly any gaps.

Xu Muyan felt a chill in his heart, and felt that something was wrong with the little widow, very wrong.

Why does she linger like a ghost, and is always clingy to him, trying every means to take advantage of him.

The rooms in this inn are not big, and the furnishings inside are also very ordinary.

A chair is not too big, but now there are two big men squeezed, it is a bit cramped.

However, Yulisheng didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and instead took the brush, first dipped it in some ink, and then stuffed it into Xu Muyan's hand.

"Jiao Jiao, first write something casually and show it to the teacher."

Saying that, Yu Lisheng took the initiative to spread the rice paper and looked at him with a smile.

Xu Muyan's scalp was numb. If he wrote this, it would be over. The little widow knew his handwriting.

He simply drew a black ink blob on the rice paper.

After the painting was finished, Xu Muyan was a little nervous, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, for fear that the little widow would make things difficult for him.

Fortunately, the little widow didn't make things difficult for him. Instead, she took a serious look at the black ink blobs on the rice paper, nodded and said, "It's very well written. From now on, this type of writing can only be written for teachers."

Xu Muyan: "..."

Unexpectedly, after seeing each other in just a few months, the little widow's appearance has not aged, but her temper has improved a lot.

But anyway, as long as you don't hit him.

"Jiao Jiao, you write the word "shizun" and show it to me."

Yu Lisheng naturally put his arms around Xu Muyan's waist, and lifted him into his arms like pulling a carrot.

In this way, the two of them stuck closer together, almost able to feel the unusual temperature of the little widow through a thin layer of clothes.

Damn it, it's stuck just right, not even a crack.

Xu Muyan dared not speak out, and almost broke the brush in his hand.

Gritting his teeth, he secretly comforted himself, don't be angry, don't be angry, life is just a drama, so angry that he came to widow Ruyi.

After thinking about it like this, Xu Muyan stopped being angry, and still drew two black ink blobs on the rice paper.

Then he looked up at Yulisheng, and pretended to be innocently blinking his eyes, like a fox dog waiting for his master to praise him.

Yu Lisheng glanced at it, nodded solemnly and praised: "It's very well written, very beautiful, and you are not allowed to write other people's names in the future, do you understand?"

Xu Muyan: "..."

"Come on, Master will teach you."

Yulisheng suddenly grabbed Xu Muyan's hand from behind, grabbed the ruler with one hand, pressed it on the rice paper to make it smooth, and then led Xu Muyan to write stroke by stroke.

The first word is "vanity love".

Xu Muyan had a lot of opinions about this, and always felt that the little widow was pointing fingers at Sang and scolding Huai.

Call him vain, really treat him as a blind man who can't read or something?

It's true that the pig butcher has forgotten his roots. Doesn't the little widow think that he is an upright gentleman if he is dressed up like a fairy?

Xu Muyan couldn't let go of the past until today.

And think that the little widow's pity and his evil are two different things, and one size fits the other.

It was one thing for him to sympathize with the little widow, but it was another thing to wish that the little widow would die in front of him immediately.

Just when Xu Muyan was gnashing his teeth with hatred, Yulisheng suddenly noticed his distraction, and tapped on the table with his fingers, and said in a calm tone: "Be careful, which wild man did your soul fly to again?"

Xu Muyan: "..."

Listen, Fan Fan is an upright gentleman, Fan Fan looks like a teacher, and Fan Xiao Widow is a normal person.

Shouldn't be able to say that.

No one would dare to believe that such harsh words would actually come out of the mouth of a jade-like immortal master.

Xu Muyan was even more convinced that the little widow was just a dog and couldn't change what she ate.

"I... I'm stupid... It's innate, I just can't learn it."

Xu Muyan pursed his lips, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm not like a fairy..."

"Huh?" Yu Lisheng snorted coldly.

Xu Muyan quickly changed his words: "I'm not like Master, someone taught me how to write, and I didn't get much attention from my relatives when I was a child, and they didn't like me either, thinking that I... think that I am useless in other aspects except for my face... "

In fact, he didn't lie.

In fact, this is the case. Apart from having a more beautiful face, there is no other advantage in being a child.

The family is too poor to open the pot, and it is good to have a stutter, so I dare not ask for anything else.

Unexpectedly, after Yu Lisheng listened, her expression also became lonely, and it took a long time before she calmly said: "I was taught by someone, but everyone who taught me died in the hands of me in the end."

After a pause, he moved closer to Xu Muyan's ear, and said softly, "Write well, if you write well, you will be rewarded, if you don't write well, heh..."

Yulisheng laughed softly, as if a cloudy wind was blowing from somewhere in the blue sky.

Xu Muyan subconsciously shivered all over, opened his eyes wide and asked, "Write...can't write well...will...will I be beaten?"

"Yes," Yu Lisheng said in a very firm tone, looking at Xu Muyan with a meaningful smile, "I will reward you so hard that you won't even be able to cry, and you won't be able to get out of bed for three days..."

But Yu Lisheng didn't specify where to hit, but just grabbed Xu Muyan's hand and wrote another word: Insincere.

Xu Muyan thought over these two words over and over again, always feeling that the little widow was implying something to him.

Could it be that... the little widow has recognized him?

This is impossible, right? !

The little widow hated him so much, if she knew that he was back, she would definitely abuse him in various ways as before.

Although it doesn't treat him very well now, at least he won't beat him, and he won't be hungry anymore.

Even... Even in doing that kind of thing, he still made him cry for his father and mother, almost broke his waist, and cried out of breath.

"Okay, let's write it, write a word ten times, and the teacher will watch you write it."

Yu Lisheng let go of his hands, and seeing Xu Muyan slid down a bit, he lifted his waist and dragged him back to his original position.

His eyes were fixed on Xu Muyan.

Under such fierce eyes, Xu Muyan didn't dare not stop writing, trembling with the pen, he just wrote a stroke.

Suddenly he felt his waist loosen, so frightened that he almost jumped up, he hurriedly said: "What are you doing?!"

"Shh, don't move, sit still, Master will teach you the "Clear Heart Sutra"."

Yulisheng pressed the man back, hugged him from behind, and said in Xu Muyan's ear like a monk chanting: "A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. Turbidity, the sky is moving and the earth is still, men are pure and women are turbid...Naturally the six desires are not born, and the three poisons are eliminated..."

Xu Muyan was sweating coldly when he heard it, and rolled down his forehead hair to the crest of his neck.

He didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, and sat in Yulisheng's arms very carefully, not daring to move.

The hand holding the pen trembled slightly. It was not easy to write ugly and serious words.

In particular, the little widow is still clinging to him, reading the "Clear Heart Sutra" to him!

The one who should be cleared up should be the little widow herself!

Xu Muyan managed to finish writing, and was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He held two pages of big characters written by him with both hands and showed the little widow.

Yulisheng reached out to take it, took a serious look, then grabbed the brush, and drew circles on the particularly ugly characters.

Later, he said to Xu Mu: "Tonight, I will teach you how to write for the first time as a teacher. It is understandable that your writing is not good."

Xu Muyan listened, and was about to let go of his suspended heart, when he suddenly heard Yulisheng say: "But in order to give you a better memory, I'll just set up a rule for you today, a circle, a brush, what do you think? "

Xu Muyan: "..."

He didn't think so, not at all.

He didn't realize that the little widow gave him a brush as a decoration.

I cried silently in my heart, how many circles did I draw?

Xu Muyan raised his eyes and took a look.

It's okay, it's not too much, it's just three circles, not too many, it's not too much.

You know, the little widow alone is probably worth more than a dozen brushes.

Such a comparison is simply too easy.

Xu Muyan even felt that it would be okay to let him sleep with him overnight.