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"No trouble, no trouble. No outsiders have come to our village for many years. This place is remote and we have to cross the Yuanchi Forest, so no one has come."

The village chief waved his hand and said to the few people who came with him: "You go and do your work quickly. I will take the two guests to find a place to stay. Huzi will stay."

Several villagers said hello and left.

"Xianjun, come with me."

The village chief and Huzi walked in front, followed by Song Huaiqing and Xiao Fangchi.

The village chief went from house to house and asked, but they all said there were no extra rooms.

Their village was already poor, so there would be no empty house for Song Huaiqing and his wife to live in.

Finally, the village chief took the person to his home.

"Immortal Lord, I'm really sorry. There is no extra place to live in the village. Only our family can spare an empty house. If you don't dislike it..."

As the head of a village, he couldn't ask the villagers to make room for themselves, so he had to squeeze in their homes and make room. This was the best he could do.

"It's okay, thank you village chief."

Xiao Fangchi thanked him.

Living in the same room as Master, it was too late for him to sense.

I just feel wronged to Master, living in such a simple place.

"Huzi, clean up quickly." After saying that, the village chief said to Song Huaiqing, "Xianjun, I'm going to work first. If you need anything, just call Huzi. Huzi is a hard-working child and a very smart person. "

"Okay, village chief."

Huzi was very neat in doing things, so he probably tidied up a bit.

"Xianjun, please clean up. Call me if you need anything." Huzi bowed like the village chief, "I had no intention of offending Xianjun before, but I hope Xianjun will forgive me."

As he spoke, he knelt down.

He was stopped by Song Huaiqing.

"It doesn't matter."

Huzi was stunned, Song Huaiqing's cold look made him a little scared.

The Immortal Lord should really not care about it...

But Xianjun obviously didn't want to say more. Huzi felt that he couldn't stay here, so he said, "Xianjun called me if you have something to do."

Then he went out, closing the door thoughtfully before leaving.

Song Huaiqing looked around the room. It was quite clean. It didn't matter whether it was simple or shabby, just clean. After all, it was a room specially set aside by others.

He was about to sit down when Xiao Fangchi stopped him.

"Master, wait for the disciples to arrange it."

I saw Xiao Fangchi perform a dust removal technique, and then took out fluffy blankets from the storage bag, covering the tables, chairs, and benches, and also replaced the bedding with high-quality silk quilts, and also replaced the tea sets. It became a crystal clear glass cup.

Song Huaiqing looked calm and calm on the surface, but in fact, he was extremely shocked in his heart.

This...these are the things Xiao Fangchi packed?

I'm afraid I just need pots and pans.

Xiao Fangchi tidied up the room from top to bottom, using the same things that Song Huaiqing usually used in Canglang Pavilion.

Finally, Xiao Fangchi made tea and handed it to Song Huaiqing: "Master, the disciples have packed up. Master, please sit down."

"Ah."

Song Huaiqing took the tea and sat down slowly.

I couldn't help but admire Xiao Fangchi's attentiveness.

Later, Huzi brought dinner over.

Song Huaiqing didn't eat, but Xiao Fangchi ate some.

"Master, please rest early."

After waiting for Song Huaiqing to wash up, Xiao Fangchi spread a quilt on the ground.

"Ah."

Song Huaiqing responded, took off his coat and lay down on the bed. He was indeed tired from running around today.

Seeing Song Huaiqing lying down, Xiao Fangchi turned off the lights and slept on the ground himself.

Xiao Fangchi was not tired, but was very excited.

The master in his previous life was also on the way to Tongjian Sect, leading him to practice all the way.

They would often share a room.

The master treated him very well. Occasionally he would do something that was beyond his control, but the master would not punish him. Instead, he would smile gently.

This time, he must seize the opportunity.

In the darkness, Xiao Fangchi stared straight at Song Huaiqing's back, unable to hold back the corner of his mouth.

As he watched, Xiao Fangchi couldn't help but shout: "Master."

Song Huaiqing didn't want to say anything. He was very tired, but just lying down, there was always a burning gaze on his back, which he couldn't ignore.

He thought it would be okay if he didn't respond to Xiao Fangchi, but he didn't expect Xiao Fangchi to call out again: "Master."

Song Huaiqing: "..."

In the middle of the night, the soul is screaming, preventing anyone from sleeping!

Song Huaiqing closed her eyes and pretended to sleep without making any reaction.

After a while, just when he thought Xiao Fangchi fell asleep.

Suddenly, there was the sound of quilt turning.

Song Huaiqing's body stiffened and her breathing tightened.

What does this evil person want to do?

Listening to the almost imperceptible footsteps behind him, Song Huaiqing was thinking about whether to slap someone with his backhand and then give him a severe spanking, but he was also curious about what Xiao Fangchi wanted to do.

So anxious, Xiao Fangchi walked to the bed.

Reach out...

Cover him with a quilt.

"Master, good night."

The young man's soft and gentle voice sounded in the darkness.

Immediately, Xiao Fangchi retreated, and there was a sound of the quilt being pulled.

The room fell completely silent.

After a while, Song Huaiqing fell into a deep sleep.

……

Day two.

Xiao Fangchi got up early. He put away the quilt on the ground gently. As soon as he went out, he met Hu Zi who came to deliver breakfast.

"Xiao Xianjun."

Huzi didn't know what to call Xiao Fangchi.

But the village chief said that they were from a large sect and called the other one Immortal Lord, so this one must be called Little Immortal Lord.

Xiao Fangchi put his index finger to his lips, motioning Huzi to speak softer, and pulled Huzi further away.

"My surname is Xiao."

"Okay." Huzi nodded, "Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Fangchi cast his gaze on the two bowls of plain noodles held by Huzi and asked, "Huzi, can you take me to the kitchen?"

Master is not used to eating things made by others. Master didn’t eat anything yesterday.

Although Master’s cultivation means that he no longer needs to eat three meals a day, Master’s body is weak and it is still necessary.

Although Huzi was puzzled, he nodded and took Xiao Fangchi to the kitchen.

"Lingmi!"

Huzi's eyes lit up when he saw Xiao Fangchi taking out the spiritual rice from his storage bag.

Shuitao Village is remote and isolated from the world, so it is impossible to buy spiritual rice. The village also grows spiritual rice, but the harvest of spiritual rice is not much. It is very precious and is only eaten during holidays. Not to mention it was such a good spiritual rice, so good that even his children who could not build a foundation could feel the strong spiritual power inside.

Huzi watched eagerly as Xiao Fangchi made porridge and stir-fried a side dish in a few seconds.

Smelling the delicious food, my mouth watered.

Xiao Fangchi felt Hu Zi's gaze and looked towards him.

Huzi ran out quickly, saying, "Master Xiao, I'll leave first."

It was so fragrant that he wanted to eat it, but the village chief had told him not to offend the two guests. He was afraid that he would do something embarrassing if he stayed any longer.

Xiao Fangchi didn't know what Huzi was thinking, so he returned to the room after serving the food.

Song Huaiqing happened to wake up and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

"Master, it's time for breakfast."

Then Xiao Fangchi went to bring water again.