Jiu Laoxian waved goodbye to Gu Nanchen and followed his disciple step by step.
The usually careless little old man shook his head like a child who had done something wrong. He said weakly: "Sword practitioners, it is best not to like anyone except your own sword, and you have a weakness. But it’s a big taboo when it comes to cultivating immortals!”
Lu Feixue leaned forward and gently placed the sleeping little girl in his arms on the bed. After pulling up the quilt to cover her, he stretched out his hand to explore her forehead.
When he was sure that she was not feeling any discomfort, he opened his lips and replied: "She is Kenshin, not a weakness."
Jiu Laoxian counted the words his apprentice had said with his fingers back and forth. The more he counted, the more irritated he said: "If I could have known that she had such a profound influence on you, I would have seen you on the beam when Old Man Jin kidnapped you. , you shouldn’t have stayed to see who you wanted to wait for, and even brought her up to you!”
Lu Feixue quietly listened to his master's complaints and pursed his lips in silence.
After his master ran out of words, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to his master, lowering his eyebrows and saying, "Thank you."
Jiu Laoxian took the tea cup smoothly, raised his head and drank it down his throat to quench his thirst. He suddenly heard his apprentice's voice of thanks and choked on the tea!
Ouch... This brat has been chattering to himself for so long, how dare he say thank you?
Ahhhh... I am so angry!
Jiu Laoxian raised his sleeves to cover his face and ran out crying!
However, within a moment, Jiu Laoxian walked back with his short legs and fat paws carrying an oil paper bag, humming.
"If you don't eat it, throw it away!"
The little old man forced the oil paper bag into the young man's hand, and when he turned away proudly, he heard another thank you.
In fact, Jiu Laoxian had already figured out his apprentice's gratitude not long ago, but he couldn't keep his face.
When he heard his apprentice's thanks again, he slowly stopped, suddenly turned around, moved a chair to the bedside and sat down, looking at his apprentice obediently.
"Why are you thanking me? We are all on our own. Please call Master and come and listen~"
When Lu Feixue entered a state of silence again, a soft white hand held his big hand, and soft words rang out.
"Just do what you want"
When those big clear eyes looked at him, I always felt like my heart was about to melt.
Lu Feixue held Zhuang Ling's little hand tightly, turned to Jiu Laoxian and called: "Master"
Jiu Laoxian stretched out his hand to touch the white beard around his mouth with satisfaction. He glanced at the delicate little girl like a porcelain doll from the corner of his eye. He seemed to have found a way to control his apprentice.
The so-called "doing what you want" means that those who are willing do not need to be taught, but those who are unintentional cannot be taught.
It seems like he didn’t bring her to the world of immortality in vain!
This little girl can not only make fine wine for him, but also help him deal with his cold and taciturn, boring apprentice. She is really a sure profit!
Originally, he had some complaints against her, fearing that she would delay his disciple's cultivation.
Now it seems, it's not that bad.
Jiu Laoxian looked at Zhuang Ling and smiled very kindly.
"Your senior brother has called me, you can't be left behind."
Zhuang Ling was stunned for a moment. After regaining his strength, he suddenly sat up from the bed, cupped his fists and said, "Master!"
It turns out that the plot in the novel is really not static!
Because it is recorded in the novel that Jiu Laoxian, who has only one apprentice in his life, Lu Feixue, has made an exception and accepted her as his apprentice!
Jiu Laoxian accepted it happily. He reached into his sleeves and took out two palm-sized wooden plaques and handed them to the two disciples respectively.
"This is Wan Renfeng's pass order, and it is also your identity order that allows you to enter and leave the sect. Don't lose it!"
Jiu Laoxian added solemnly: "Because I can't get ten thousand spiritual stones, I won't give you a replacement!"
When Zhuang Ling got the wooden sign, she saw her name appearing in the lower right corner engraved with the words "Wan Renfeng". She was so happy that she felt like she was holding a treasure. She replied seriously: "Don't worry, Master, I have lost my token." They won’t be lost!”
When Lu Feixue heard what she said, his handsome face turned gloomy. He stretched out his hand and took away her wooden sign.
"I'll keep it"
Zhuang Ling wanted to take it back, but it was not long enough for his raised arm. She looked at the Jiu Laoxian who was watching the fun rather discouragedly.
"Master, look at my senior brother bullying me!"
Jiu Laoxian waved his hands helplessly and sighed: "How can I cure your senior brother~"
The implication is, take care of yourself, little disciple!
When Zhuang Ling looked at Lu Feixue aggrievedly, he raised his hand and rubbed her hair without expression.
Then he put away her wooden sign in front of her without any doubt.
Okay, Lu Dashen has a heart of stone and won't take advantage of honey traps.
Zhuang Ling lowered her head helplessly, only to see his slender jade-like fingertips holding a big meat bun and gently placing it in her hand.
She immediately turned her grief and anger into appetite, and she ate without hesitation!
Ever since she entered the book, she had been so busy that she had no time to eat or sleep. Now she was finally free.
After Zhuang Ling had eaten and drank enough, she fell lazily on the bed to rest, and suddenly sat up again!
"Where's my baggage?!"
Lu Feixue was walking in with a hot water basin. When he heard her question, he went to the table and brought the bag over. He stretched out his hand and handed it to her.
Zhuang Ling took the bag and opened it. She felt relieved when she saw that all the gold, silver and jade ornaments she had packed in were there!
Although the recognized currency in the world of immortality is spiritual stones, and no mortal money is accepted, gold, silver and jade are decorations and can be circulated everywhere.
It is precisely because of this that she will dress herself up as gorgeously as a Christmas tree to save her from having to go back to the original owner's house to collect travel expenses.
Zhuang Ling was pulling the mattress with her fingertips, using her brain power to calculate how many spiritual stones the jewelry in the bag could be exchanged for, when she suddenly saw Lu Feixue leaning over and placing the hot water basin next to her shoes, and he stretched out his arm to hold her in his arms very naturally. trousers!
At that moment, her mind flashed to the little boy holding a basin on TV with a bright smile on his face, softly shouting to her.
【Mom, wash your feet~】
Zhuang Ling's toes curled up in embarrassment and she hurriedly rejected his touch. She blushed and said, "No, no, no... I can do it myself!"
This is going crazy!
The strongest swordsman in the future would personally wash her feet, how could she possibly be able to bear it?
Regardless of whether she was qualified enough to bear it or not, just seeing that the door was open, she had no nerve to take advantage of him, lest he lose his head in front of his colleagues.
Even if you have to wash it, just close it at least!
But she is her daughter's house, so how can she really ask him to close the door?
Lu Feixue saw how much she resisted, so he stood beside her silently, looking down at her white feet soaked in the water, looking a little aggrieved by being rejected and hurt.
When Zhuang Ling felt his gaze, she couldn't help lowering her head and soaking her feet. Her eyes wandered around uncertainly, not daring to meet his eyes at all.
Because she was afraid that she would kneel down and kowtow, saying that she was wrong!
It was terrible, really terrible, very terrible. She felt that maybe she didn't want to mess around anymore, so she dared to refuse the kindness of the strongest swordsman in the future to help her wash her feet.
Zhuang Ling began to think that she was ignorant.
That Jiuxian who wandered out to eat and hasn't come back yet, how long will he be willing to go shopping before he comes back?
Just when she was racking her brains to think of a topic and was about to say something to break the ice, she heard him whisper: "Lingling, don't push me away..."
The tone was pitiful and pitiful, and she suddenly felt that she had sinned terribly!
When Zhuang Ling stretched out her hand to hold his big hand guiltily, he entwined his fingers in an inseparable manner, and looked at her with eyes that were as warm as the sun melting away ice, and his eyebrows were arched.
This fool is so easily satisfied!
A hold of her hand made him laugh, and she felt even more guilty.
In the novel, Lu Feixue, who only knows how to cultivate, is so diligent and hardworking, but also how unmoved by emotion. His eyes are always calm and calm, and no one can disturb his inner lake.
She was lucky enough to seduce him, but she dared to make him unhappy. It was really inappropriate!
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to push you away, I was just afraid that if others saw you washing my feet, they would..."
Lu Feixue raised his hand and touched her seaweed-like black hair, and said seriously: "Don't worry about it."
