Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

The two walked quickly, and within half the time of burning incense, they arrived at a street market outside the mountain. The market was not prosperous, and even a little dilapidated. It was much worse than the market where they stopped last time in Poison Valley.

"Oh, it's getting so late. You two gentlemen, the shop has no room. I'm really sorry." The owner of an inn said.

"Master, let's go to the front and take a look."

"Ah."

There is actually a Bamboo House Inn hidden in the very back of this remote market, which has a rather ethnic feel.

It was more like a restaurant than an inn. People gathered here, singing and dancing. A big stove was burned in the house, and men and women talked and laughed around the stove.

As soon as Bei Yi entered the house, a wave of heat hit his face. The cold wind of late autumn was isolated. It was like a different world here.

A woman was wearing a collarless narrow-sleeved blouse and a colorful skirt, with a fine silver belt tying up the skirt. She walked towards the two of them delicately: "You two gentlemen, are you staying in a hotel?"

"Yes." Bei Yi thought about the woman's clothing.

"Take the two guests to the third floor." The woman smiled.

"Okay." The waiter said.

Han Ziyu walked behind Bei Yi: "Did you hear anything?"

Bei Yi pricked up his ears: "No."

It's so noisy down there, it would be strange if I could hear any small sounds.

The waiter looked at the two people's clothes, and his head sank even lower: "Two guests, our restaurant has a variety of delicacies, all in color, flavor and taste. I guarantee that you will want to eat them a second time. Our restaurant also provides Bali women. Come and toast to our guest, there is a hot spring in the backyard of our store..."

Han Ziyu frowned.

Bei Yi saw something wrong and immediately said: "My master doesn't like these vulgar things, he only wants two rooms."

The waiter said with embarrassment: "At present, our store only has one fur room."

"Cell?"

Han Ziyu's tone cast a layer of cold mist on the warm air, making Xiao Eryi tremble with fear.

"Yes, it's fur fur, not a prisoner's prisoner." The waiter said.

Bei Yi felt distressed and took out the silver he had saved for a long time: "Is it enough?"

The waiter's eyes shone, and he saw half a silver ingot. The silver ingot shone in the candlelight, and the silver light reflected in the waiter's eyes. The waiter stretched out his hand to take it: "Enough, enough, enough, I will keep the two guests happy tonight."

"Master" Bei Yi held onto the stairs and turned to look at Han Ziyu, who was a creature.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

“This place is quite nice.”

"generally."

The two followed the waiter up to the third floor, opened the bamboo door, and saw a screen. The furnishings in the house were not exquisite, and there were objects made of bamboo everywhere.

Han Ziyu placed the five paintings in his hands on the table, and his face turned red when he thought of the objects in the paintings.

"Your Majesty, you are enjoying your life. The little one will go down first." The waiter leaned over, turned around and bit the silver ingot.

The woman waved her feather fan and leaned against the balcony: "How's it going?"

"Shopkeeper, as you expected, those two spend a lot of money. You can tell they are from rich families." The waiter handed the ingot to the woman.

The woman smiled and took the ingot: "Arrange a suitable girl to cook some decent dishes. The hot spring in the backyard will be warmed, and arrangements will be made for the two distinguished guests."

"Yes, I will arrange it right now."

The candlelight flickered in the room, and Bei Yi sat on a stool made of bamboo, legs together. The room was hot, and his heart was even hotter. Staying in the same room with Han Ziyu was like sitting on pins and needles.

"Excellent in painting skills."

The sudden words made Bei Yi tremble.

"Disciple, I have nothing to do but study."

"I think you have taken advantage of your ambition. What do you study in your daily life?"

Bei Yi glanced at the man in front of him. His face looked extremely scary in the flickering candlelight. Although his brows were peaceful, there was an air of coldness in his eyes.

"Disciples usually have a wide range of interests. Master often says, don't limit yourself to books, you must practice everything."

Bow? What on earth are you talking about? If you do this, Han Ziyu will be so angry that he vomits blood.

Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu with a cheeky smile. He was already embarrassed anyway, so he wasn't afraid of losing more.

"Master, is what my disciple said correct?"

Han Ziyu raised her eyes and met his piercing eyes: "Everything means the right thing. Now that you are not as young as a weak crown and have not reached the age of getting married, you should not think about this matter too early."

Bei Yi smiled and scratched his head, smiling like an innocent golden retriever: "What is the master talking about? The disciple is talking about painting. I often hear that people with superb painting skills can express their love for landscapes, and even more so. He painted people's faces vividly. The disciple felt that the painting he learned from books was too simple, so he learned painting seriously. Isn't this what Master said that everything must be done carefully? Only by learning painting can you understand the predecessors It’s the feeling of being in love with the mountains and rivers.”

Han Ziyu's face turned red, then dark, and finally turned white: "Yes, that's right."

Bei Yi laughed heartily: "Master, how good is this disciple's painting?"

There were a lot of sweat on Han Ziyu's palms. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something else. The young man in front of him was so magnanimous, showing his unique arrogance in every word, and his smile had the feeling of a rising summer sun, which made Han Ziyu felt sorry for a while, she was really old.

"Fortunately."

"Master, as long as you like it."

When the two were chatting happily, the woman's chuckle came from a distance.

The door was gently pushed open, and several women wearing tall hats, long skirts and neckless shorts came forward.

The waiter from the shop behind him stepped forward and said, "This is our distinguished guest, and you guys will serve him well."

Han Ziyu looked at the young man in front of him. The young man's eyes were fixed on the five pretty girls in front of the door.

"Two guests, my servant Xiao He."

"Maidservant Xiaoping"

"Maidservant Xiaofang"

"Hours of the Maid"

"Maidservant Xiaoli"

Five girls came together: "Two officials, it's late at night, and I'm here to serve you."

Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu under the candlelight across from him. He must have never had such contact with a woman. Han Ziyu, Han Ziyu, I took away your first time in your previous life, so you have never touched a woman in your previous life. . I wonder if you can love women in this life.

The two girls walked towards Bei Yi. Bei Yi was stunned: "Go and serve my master first."

The two girls walked towards Han Ziyu. Han Ziyu's cold eyes trembled, and a blue-white light condensed on his palms.

Li Xuan took off his hand in an instant, scaring the two girls back frequently.

Bei Yi covered his mouth and almost laughed.

"I am a Taoist and I am not close to women." Han Ziyu said with her eyes closed.

Bei Yi bit his lip, this look was really funny: "You guys go down first."

Unexpectedly, the five girls started crying: "Guest sir, we, today is our first time to entertain guests. If we are kicked out, the five of us will only be beaten severely."

"Please, gentlemen, please don't drive us away."

"Please, sir."

"Please, sir."

Han Ziyu didn't answer, so Bei Yi cleared his throat and said, "Okay, okay, stand far away, pour the wine and dance."

Bei Yi picked up a girl and poured a glass of wine. The wine tasted very familiar, but it felt like it was missing something. Yes, it was lotus clear, lacking the bitter taste of lotus seeds.

In his previous life, he brewed a lot of lotus flowers and put them in the wine cellar of White Water Palace. He would bring them out jar after jar when he had nothing to do. In his previous life, Han Ziyu brewed the wine in the first place. Later, several elders often came to ask for wine from him. , the method of making this wine spread, so that the most popular wine on Wangya Peak was Lianhuaqing.

However, the top of Wangya was occupied by his demon king. Han Ziyu stopped brewing wine and the formula was destroyed. He often pondered by himself, and finally brewed Lianhua Qing, but the wine he brewed always had a bitter taste. He remembered that even though he had not left out the lotus seeds, it still tasted bitter. Later he got used to drinking it, and sometimes it even tasted bitter. Drink it with a refreshing and sweet feeling.

"Master, try it, this wine is delicious."

Han Ziyu raised his glass and took a sip: "Yes."

After a glass of wine, the complicated mood from the previous life also came with me, and I felt a little sad for no reason: "Master, do you know how to make wine?"

Han Ziyu met the young man's affectionate gaze. He was frightened by this gaze. The first thing that came to his mind was the kiss in Tianshui Town, and then everything he experienced in the illusion of the city palace. Later, the young man was injured for him in Poison Valley. After being possessed by an evil spirit, he actually...

"Master?"

"Ah."

"Can you make wine?" Bei Yi eagerly wanted to know the answer to this question.

"meeting."

After getting the answer he wanted, Bei Yi smiled lightly. He knew how to make wine, he really knew how. I have wanted to drink the wine he brewed for hundreds of years. Although I hate him, the wine he brews is really fragrant, with a mellow aroma and a sweet taste.

"Master, this disciple wants to drink the wine you brewed."

The young man's ignorant eyes rubbed the candlelight into Han Ziyu's eyes, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

He made wine once. He made it with his senior brother and buried it under a dwarf peach tree in the courtyard. The senior brother said that he would take out the wine when he meets his destined person...

He bent down to pick up the dropped wine glass, and the aroma of wine spread all over the floor.

"Master?"

"Well, I'll brew it again when I have time in the future."

Bei Yi smiled and downed a glass of wine. The girl beside him immediately drank a drink for him. Bei Yi drank several drinks in succession and was already a little tipsy.

There was singing and dancing in the room, just like a dissolute emperor who only knew about pleasure.

After the master and apprentice ate some food, they were urged by the waiter to go to the backyard to soak in the hot spring.

"Two guests, you must enjoy this hot spring when you come to our store. This is lava water, which has the effect of beautifying and healing the skin."

Bei Yi drunkenly pulled on Han Ziyu's robe: "Master, good master, let's go to the hot springs. It's very comfortable. I won't lie to you."

Han Ziyu's old face turned red and red: "Let go."

Bei Yi pursed his lips and smiled like a gangster: "Master, if I don't let go, if I don't let go, you, you will abandon me. I, I, don't want you to die."

"What did you say?"

"Don't leave me."

"Bei Yi, wake up."

Han Ziyu couldn't resist the kindness of the waiter, so she had to drag Li Xuan and the drunk Bei Yi to the backyard.

The waiter called the two of them to a wooden house: "Two guests, please change your clothes first. After changing into our bathing clothes, we can soak in the hot springs. Be careful."

Han Ziyu took out the elixir from his arms and stuffed it into Bei Yi's mouth without looking at it.

After a while, Bei Yi woke up from drinking: "Master, Master?"