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On a winter day, just after a light rain, a carriage left deep ruts on the muddy land.

The driver was a middle-aged man who looked like a dark-skinned farmer in the countryside, but was slightly taller than ordinary people.

He had a thick stubble, probably a beard, but he didn't grow it.

What was more surprising was that he had a pair of squinting eyes on his big, dark, rough face.

If Lu Xun saw him, he would definitely pay special attention to it. He has watched a lot of anime, and in his impression, narrow eyes are monsters!

The swarthy man seemed to have seen something. He suddenly stopped the carriage, jumped out, and said, "Hey, these wild vegetables are good. I can make soup for Mr. later and let him try my newly developed dishes."

Although his cooking skills are unanimously disliked by everyone, and he also likes to develop new dishes that leave people speechless, he has always been passionate about cooking and feels that he can one day become a great chef.

Therefore, along the way, whenever he sees good ingredients, he will always stop.

In the carriage, a middle-aged scholar wearing an old white shirt sighed. He leaned against the window, took a look outside, and then used his spiritual power to seal off his sense of taste.

The swarthy man parked the carriage on the side of the road, took out a complete set of kitchen utensils and tableware from the storage ring, and began to do what made him the happiest.

Before long, he had cooked a pot of green, sticky vegetable soup.

He tasted it himself, and then his face turned even darker.

After tasting it, he tasted it and felt that he had tasted nothing. Then he tasted it carefully and felt that he had tasted the fragrance of nature.

"It's not bad, at least it's better than before. It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not. What Mr. cares about most is always this intention." He said in his heart.

Holding soup and rice, he stood outside the carriage and said, "Sir, it's time to eat."

"Bring it in." said the middle-aged scholar who was already prepared.

But when he saw the appearance of the vegetable soup, he immediately felt that his preparation was not sufficient.

"Forget it, forget it, your thoughts are the most important."

The swarthy man was right. He is such a person. He pays more attention to his heart. As long as everyone remembers and thinks of him, he will feel happy.

"Lao San, how far is it from the Demon Sect?" the gentleman asked.

The swarthy man, Zhuge Laifu, replied: "If we continue to travel like this, it will probably take another seven days."

"It will take another seven days. It's a little slow." After thinking for a while, the gentleman looked at the sticky vegetable soup in his hand and couldn't help but said: "Fly back."

"Okay." Zhuge Laifu nodded and said, "It's been several months and I haven't seen my junior brother yet."

The gentleman, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression.

After the meal, Zhuge Laifu listened to his husband and released the horse.

Miraculously, this horse refused to move and seemed quite spiritual.

"Let's go, let's find a place to practice well." Zhuge Laifu waved to it again.

This time, the big dark horse knew that it would be useless if he persisted, so he did not dare to cheat and leave. He lowered his horse's head, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times as if to salute, then got up and ran towards the forest.

The carriage without horses looks a bit weird. Zhuge Laifu sat on it and muttered: "Hey, come on!"

Then, he waved his rough big hand in the air, and the entire carriage floated. Then it flew higher and higher, faster and faster, until it turned into a black light and disappeared.

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The husband returned to the sect, but the news did not cause much trouble in the Demon Sect.

For the disciples of the Demon Sect, their whereabouts are beyond their ability to understand. The Demon Sect disciples have no idea when the master is in the back mountain and when he is not.

Including Shen Yan and others, they did not know that their husband had returned to the sect at first, but they sensed the aura of his third uncle Zhuge Laifu, so they guessed that his husband was back, and quickly got up and came out to greet him.

Shen Yan stood in a row with the four peak masters and saluted the carriage suspended in the air: "Welcome to the sect, sir!"

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to salute Zhuge Laifu: "I have met Third Master Uncle."

Zhuge Laifu nodded with a smile, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a slightly raised palm with orchid fingers. The gentleman stuck his head out of the carriage, waved his hand casually and said:

"I've told you so many times, don't do this. Let's go back and do our own thing."

He didn't ask anything like "Is the Demon Sect still stable recently?" This gentleman didn't care. To be precise, there weren't many things worth caring about.

When Shen Yan and others heard this, they looked at each other and smiled, and quickly gave way to the gentleman, allowing the carriage to continue drifting towards the back mountain.

In the small study at the back of the mountain, Mao Nanbei was lying on her big wicker chair, basking in the warm winter sun. Suddenly, her cat ears twitched slightly, and then she sat up from the wicker chair, startling the little mute next to her.

Mao Nanbei turned towards the house: "Lu Xun! Come out quickly!"

Lu Xun ran out a little confused and asked, "What's wrong, Fourth Senior Sister? You were so surprised."

"I sensed the aura of Third Senior Brother. He must be back." After Mao Nanbei finished speaking, he stretched out his little hand, grabbed Lu Xun with one hand, and Lin Chan with the other, and flew towards the bamboo forest. go.

In the bamboo forest, the second senior sister was still sitting high on the boulder, but she was obviously waiting for something.

"Sir, are you back so soon?" Lu Xun was slightly surprised.

He raised his hand to adjust his robe, trying to leave a better first impression on his husband.

Of course, with his natural charm10, Lu Xun was very confident and felt that there was no reason to leave a bad first impression.

A simple black carriage landed in the bamboo forest, and the swarthy man driving the carriage jumped out of the carriage.

He glanced at Lu Xun and was stunned for a moment.

Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a very ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing an old white shirt stepped out of the carriage.

He is not tall, shorter than Lu Xun. His temperament is not as outstanding as Lu Xun's. He looks a bit like a poor and down-and-out scholar who has failed to pass the exam.

And Lu Xun could clearly see his raised orchid fingers and the small steps when he walked... He was a bit gay.

The most important thing is that everyone in the Demon Sect wears black robes, and the female disciples also wear black shirts or black skirts. Only he wears white clothes.

To be disrespectful, Lu Xun felt that his husband was a bit of a slut inside and out...

And when he was sizing up his husband, he was also sizing him up.

The gentleman just glanced at him, could not help but frown slightly, and said:

"Um?"

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