Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Xie Jingshu lowered his head and drank the water. He didn't realize that the water was gone. He didn't even know how much wine he drank. It was useless. What was useless?

A layer of redness spread from his ears to his face. All the disciples looked at him, and the female disciples couldn't take their eyes off him.

"Look, the elder is blushing."

"It seems to be even better looking." At this time, most of the disciples had gone back, but there were still many people who wanted to see him here.

Mu Qinghan came over and said, "Master, you seem unhappy."

The corners of Xie Jingshu's eyes were red, perhaps because his skin was as white as ice and snow, which made it look even redder, but his mind was still clear. He glanced at Mu Qinghan and said, "No."

"Master, you really seem unhappy,"

Xie Jingshu said, "Then tell me, what is it that makes me unhappy?"

Mu Qinghan rubbed his head for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He muttered, "I just look unhappy. Master, is there something I did wrong? Tell me, I will definitely change."

"I am sorry for you," Xie Jingshu's voice was so soft that it could not be heard. I am sorry for not paying attention to you in time all those years, for taking Ye Fengci out without you, and for only letting you practice martial arts every day.

"Master, have you been drinking? I am so lucky that you can accept me."

Mu Qinghan took Xie Jingshu's hand, and Xie Jingshu stood up. "You should go to rest earlier. I need to rest too."

"No, Master, can you let me accompany you there? I, I will leave quickly."

Xie Jingshu agreed, and Mu Qinghan pulled his sleeve and walked in front of him. "Master, your alcohol tolerance is worse than mine, hehe,"

Xie Jingshu said, "What's the point of drinking wine for a kid?"

Mu Qinghan raised his head and said, "I'm not a child anymore."

"Then you should be more mature, otherwise I can't see it," Xie Jingshu felt dizzy.

He patted his forehead to prevent the dragon horns from appearing and to make himself less dizzy. "Master, why do you always pat your forehead?"

"It's just a habit. I just clap like this when I'm drunk," Xie Jingshu said, but he didn't clap again. If he did, he would look like a fool.

"Master, we're here," Xie Jingshu walked in. Mu Qinghan glanced at him reluctantly.

"Master, I'm leaving now," Xie Jingshu raised his head.

The figure of the young man overlapped with the figure of the young man back then. "Master, I'm leaving."

That year, Mu Qinghan went to subdue the demon bandits. When he came back, he was trapped in the demon's cave and could not see them again. He did not dare to think about his lost mood that year.

"Ugh," Xie Jingshu kicked the pillow to his legs while lying on the couch. He held another pillow in his hand and lay on his side. Dragon horns appeared on his forehead unconsciously. When his head was dizzy, he couldn't retract the dragon horns. Xie Jingshu was depressed.

After feeling depressed, he fell asleep. He felt that he slept for a long time. When he woke up, it was already morning. Xie Jingshu hurried to the morning exercise platform and saw Mu Qinghan fighting with someone.

"Your master is not as good as my master. My master taught me what is good."

"My master is also very capable," Xie Jingshu saw this and stepped forward to pull Mu Qinghan away, taking him to a place with fewer people, with a sullen face.

"How old are you? Still acting like a child? After morning exercises, kneel in front of my hall for two hours as punishment," Mu Qinghan quickly admitted his mistake.

"Master, I just..." Xie Jingshu waved his hand, "Stop talking, go back."

Mu Qinghan went back with a downcast face. He was used to being spoiled and had the patience of a child. Xie Jingshu thought that he must temper his character.

After the morning exercise, Mu Qinghan obediently knelt in front of the hall for two hours. Few people walked in that place, and occasionally one or two people passed by. Unfortunately, the disciple who passed by today was a disciple who had some conflicts with Mu Qinghan on weekdays. The man smiled behind Mu Qinghan and said,

"Oh, it's only the first day and you've been punished by your master to kneel down. Ouch, hahaha~~"

Just as Mu Qinghan was about to stand up and beat him up, Xie Jingshu came out from behind the door.

He asked slowly, "Where do you want to go?" The disciple ran away quickly when he saw Xie Jingshu.

Mu Qinghan's expression froze, "Master, you, you are here too,"

Xie Jingshu picked a stool and sat down, not far from Mu Qinghan. "Mu Qinghan, what did you want to do just now?"

Mu Qinghan opened his eyes wide, "Master, I'm here, I'm practicing."

Xie Jingshu turned his head and said, "Kneel down properly."

"Yes, Master." Although Mu Qinghan was kneeling, he was not afraid of Xie Jingshu at all.

Xie Jingshu could only look down on himself, "Stop talking nonsense, kneel down properly, and then go boil some water."

Mu Qinghan thought he had heard wrongly, "Master, what did you say to boil?" He patted his face, and Xie Jingshu said, "Boil water. Do you want me to say it again?"

"Oh," Xie Jingshu wanted to test his patience first, and added, "You are not allowed to leave until the water is boiled."

Mu Qinghan almost patted his chest and said, "How can the water not boil?"

Xie Jingshu nodded, "You'd better keep your word." Two hours later, Xie Jingshu and Mu Qinghan came to the kitchen together.

"Boil it," Xie Jingshu sat down calmly, while Mu Qinghan started to boil water in a hurry, as if he was eager to prove to Xie Jingshu how could he not be able to boil a pot of water.

Xie Jingshu wanted to laugh secretly. Mu Qinghan's competitive attitude was really the same as Ye Fengci's, but also different. In short, one was more stubborn than the other, so they became two people who were irreconcilable.

Thinking of Ye Fengci inexplicably, Xie Jingshu couldn't help but want to open his head to see if he had really lost his mind recently. Steam was slowly rising from the pot not far away. Xie Jingshu gently tapped the table in front of him twice with his fingers, and two strands of black ice power fell silently into the water.

Fortunately, the lid of the pot was closed, otherwise Mu Qinghan would have discovered that the water had actually frozen. Since there was no steam coming out, he had no choice but to continue adding firewood. Xie Jingshu coughed lightly to cover up his smile, and Mu Qinghan's face and neck were red and thick from being steamed by the fire.

Finally, he could no longer sit still and stood up to lift the lid of the pot. Xie Jingshu propped up his head with one hand and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. "Strange, why is the water still cold?"

Mu Qinghan said doubtfully, and then looked in the direction of Xie Jingshu, who had his eyes closed again.

Forget it, let's continue to burn it. Add more firewood. The black ice dissolved in the water can't make it boil. Mu Qinghan tried to boil it for the whole morning.

Xie Jingshu asked, "Why, it hasn't boiled yet?"

Mu Qinghan was not convinced, "Impossible, why hasn't it boiled yet?"

Xie Jingshu stood up, "Okay, then boil the water and come see me again," "Master,"

"Why don't you cook it quickly?" After cooking for a long time, the air in the kitchen became hot.

He didn't want to stay in a hot place, and he felt suffocated. After Xie Jingshu left, Mu Qinghan became even more anxious, and he threw a handful of firewood inside.

Seeing no change, he finally used his spiritual power to fill it up, "I'm so angry, why can't it boil?"

Xie Jingshu estimated that the power of the black ice added to the water would be just enough to keep Mu Qinghan's fever at bay until night, so he lay there thinking about something.

In the evening, "Bang bang bang—" Mu Qinghan, covered in dust, knocked on Xie Jingshu's door, "Master, I've boiled the fire."

Xie Jingshu nodded and asked knowingly, "So long?" Mu Qinghan wiped the dust off his face.

"Master, it's impossible,"

"It's getting late, you should go to bed early. Don't quarrel with others tomorrow and practice hard."

"Master, I want to stay here with you for a while." "It's up to you."

Xie Jingshu did not treat him as an outsider like the others. He lay down again and rubbed his temples, wanting to touch the rabbit ears. "Jinchu, have you ever seen a monster?"

Mu Qinghan shook his head. "During the war between gods and demons, I heard that many monsters appeared. My father said I was still young and wouldn't let me go." "Are you afraid of monsters?"

Mu Qinghan shook his head, then nodded, "A little bit, Master, why do you ask this?"

Xie Jingshu was a little sad. If Mu Qinghan was not afraid, it would not be impossible for him to bring Bai Jin with him. It seemed impossible for him to cover up the evil spirit for Bai Jin.

"You can sit for a while and then go to rest early." "Master, what's wrong with you? You seem unhappy." Xie Jingshu hugged a pillow and said nothing more.