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Taojun Hanchu was interrupted when he wanted to accept her as his disciple. Tang Jiaojiao glared at Yueyue and was even more dissatisfied when she heard that she also wanted to become his disciple.

"Every sect in Buwen Mountain must have ice spiritual roots to enter the Tao. Master and I both have ice spiritual roots that are unique among all. You, a mortal child, also want to become a disciple? Do you have ice spiritual roots?"

Daojun Hanchu was silent, because this was indeed true, and the inheritance of the sect could only be initiated by collecting ice spiritual roots.

Yueyue asked in her heart, "Zhui Hua, Zhui Hua, do I have it?"

Zhuihua: "...you didn't."

"Oh, then I don't."

Tang Jiaojiao felt proud, she just said, Bingling root is not radish and pickle, do you really think anyone can have it?

"Child, when is your home? Let Master take you home soon. It's cold all year round in Buwen Mountain, so it's not suitable for you."

Send this eyesore away, and the master will be her only master.

Yueyue didn't reply to her. Instead, she got up from the doghouse and held Daojun Hanchu's robe.

"Hanchu, Yueyue has nowhere to go. Since you can't accept me as your disciple, do you need a sister? Being your sister can't also require ice spiritual roots, right?"

Hanchu's eyebrows moved, he bent down and stretched out his delicate white fingers, pushing her back into the doghouse.

"Don't come out, it's cold outside."

Yueyue thought he had agreed, holding her robe and calling him brother. Daojun Hanchu didn't look at her, but hummed softly, with an unusual smile on his lips.

Tang Jiaojiao was even more dissatisfied. As the senior sister and she were still of the same generation, and as the master's sister, wouldn't that mean she was her uncle?

Seeing Tang Jiaojiao's reluctance, Yueyue raised her eyebrows provocatively, and said with a triumphant face, "Call me uncle!"

Tang Jiaojiao became even more angry...

Being Daojun's apprentice requires hardships, but being Daojun's sister does not.

The next morning, Tang Jiaojiao was asked to sit on the floor in the courtyard and feel the spiritual power of heaven and earth. As soon as Yueyue woke up, she drank white porridge made from spiritual rice.

She was surprised by Daojun Hanchu's learning speed and saw him sitting aside with a book in his hand and reading.

The writing clearly says "Parenting Manual - Mortal"

There was a pile of such books next to him, including but not limited to "How to Raise a Child", "How Mortals Grow Up", "Mortal Encyclopedia", "Encyclopedia of Recipes for Young Children", "What to Eat?"how to eat? 》

He had a serious look on his face, and when he saw something he didn't understand, he also marked it up. He was just short of writing a paper worth tens of thousands of words.

Yueyue was in awe upon seeing this, this must be the ancient version of the God of Learning!

Big boss is indeed a big boss!

Yueyue eats porridge without forgetting to be a porridge person, and takes Daojun Hanchu to taste it together.

Hanchu had long forgotten what grains in the world tasted like.

But seeing how delicious Yueyue was eating, he also began to wonder about the taste of this food.

The grains in the world are a burden that affects the practice of monks who have just entered Taoism, but they have no impact on monks like him who are in the period of transcending tribulation.

He was holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand, and his fingers were even more translucent and white than the white porcelain, which was pleasing to the eye.

Just as he was about to pick up the spoon, Yueyue stopped him.

Holding the bowl, she pursed her lips slightly, slurped, took a big sip directly along the edge of the bowl, and then sighed contentedly.

Han Chu is following the same example, sucking...

Well, it’s true that the aroma of rice is rich, and it warms up all the internal organs after one bite.

This kind of warmth made Han Chu, who had always been around ice and snow, a little stunned, but he didn't hate it.

suck...

Another bite.

Tang Jiaojiao, who was practicing outside, saw that her master had not come out to pay attention to her, so she stood up and pushed the door open and entered.

"Master, what are you busy with..."

She opened the door and saw one large and one young facing each other, sipping porridge.

How could her master, who was like an immortal, drink porridge!Still with that little brat!

"Master! All these mortal grains are filthy. How could they enter your mouth?"

Yueyue, who had just swallowed the "filth", rolled her eyes at her.

"Oh, so you grew up drinking dew."

"Master! If that's the case, then I want to drink too!"

Tang Jiaojiao has always had this kind of temperament.

She is the youngest child in the family, but she is also the most domineering.

It was only right for her parents to treat her well in every possible way, and to treat other brothers and sisters well. As long as she knew about it, she would always feel unhappy.

She always believed that people who liked her should only like her.

If it's the same to others as it is to her, then that's fine, she might as well not want it.

Children who cry always fare better, and she is indeed the most favored one in the family.

When she arrived at Buwen Mountain, she was satisfied that she was Han Chu Daojun's only disciple, but suddenly a little kid came out. How could she feel comfortable?

If she were at home, she might have started to make a fuss, but she didn't dare to face Daojun Hanchu.

The apprenticeship ceremony has not yet been held, and her name has not been written on the famous book by the master.

Hanchu didn't understand her convoluted thoughts, but he only noticed that she couldn't sit still after meditating for half an hour.

"You have just entered the path of spiritual practice. It is best not to eat these grains. This is the Bigu Pill I practiced yesterday. I give it to you."

Did you practice Bigu Pill yesterday?The master has no need for these low-level elixirs for a long time, so he is training them for that little brat?

Give her something the brat won't eat?

Neither does she!

"Master, I don't like the taste. Can you make another one for me?"

Daojun Hanchu frowned slightly. He had never heard that Bigu Dan could also choose the flavor.

"It will taste the same if you practice again. In order to introduce the Qi into your body as soon as possible, you'd better be patient."

Tang Jiaojiao reluctantly took the Bigu Pill and went out.

After a moment, he came back and said, "Master, I can't feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Please come out and teach me again."

Daojun Hanchu planned to accept her as his disciple, so he naturally fulfilled his duties. Although the aura of his peak was lush and green, and although the ice attribute here had an affinity for people with ice spiritual roots, he didn't say anything, put down the white porridge in his hand and went out. .

Tang Jiaojiao once again explained in a simple way how to sense spiritual energy. Less than half an hour had passed.

When Han Chu returned to his room, he saw that Yueyue had finished her porridge and was nestled in her little nest.

Seeing that she seemed to be asleep, Daojun Hanchu's footsteps became even slower.

Yueyue suddenly sat up, and then he saw that Yueyue was protecting a bowl of steaming porridge.

"To your brother, this is what Yueyue left for you."

Daojun Hanchu took the porridge and felt like he was scratched by something neither light nor heavy.

"You don't have to work so hard next time. You can use your spiritual power to heat it up at any time."

"No, it's different. It's just porridge. This is the porridge that Yueyue left for you."

Daojun Hanchu felt the temperature of the porridge, and it seemed that it was indeed different.

It's so heavy in your hand that it can make someone's heart feel sour.

He couldn't help but stretched out his finger and poked Yueyue's chubby little face. It was as soft as cotton, and when he poked it, a shallow pit appeared. Seeing Yueyue's bulging face and staring at him, there was something in his eyes. A few smiles, "Okay, I'll do whatever you want."