Master, he always wants to leave me

"Lin Shuyao, didn't you go to Taiyi Palace after the Sanqing sect disappeared? I heard that Taiyi Palace will give three low-grade spirit stones to the outer disciples who stand outside every month. How about borrowing money from me?"

"No, Senior Brother Yun Qing, I, I have raised two apprentices, and the cost is relatively high..."

As Lin Shuyao spoke, he neither dared to show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction in Mu Yunqing's accusation, nor did he dare to recall anything about the Sanqing faction.

He and Mu Yunqing once had a feud.

"Hehe, what funny joke did I hear that you actually accepted a disciple?"

Mu Yunqing shook the whisk in his hand and smiled.After staying outside for a long time, he also felt a little cold. He came out in fox fur, but it was freezing cold, and the coldness penetrated to his bones.

At first, he thought that some bosom friend came to the door, but he didn't expect it to be Lin Shuyao, an "old friend". It was a waste of his time.

Looking at Lin Shuyao who was nodding in front of him, shrinking neatly and thin like a piece of paper, Mu Yunqing thought in his heart that after so many years, this piece of leather is still so beautiful, and it is not stained with any dust, like fireworks in the world. .

At the beginning, Lin Shuyao was also favored by the master and the elder brother by relying on such a pure face.

But now?

When Mu Yunqing thought of the people who came to his Taoist temple today, he secretly laughed in his heart, because he really wanted to laugh.

Although he didn't know what Lin Shuyao had experienced in the past few years, but a dull talent is a dull talent.

No matter how good the destiny is, now that he is reduced to borrowing money from his old friends, he still cannot rely on his own strength to earn money by slaying demons and demons.

Sure enough, it's fancy but not useful, an embroidered pillow.

"I have taken in two apprentices, they are very young, very pitiful, they have no parents...they only have me."

When Lin Shuyao said this, he seemed to think of his two well-behaved apprentices, and his somewhat messy face became lively, and his smile seemed to make people see the sun.

It's a pity that this sunshine and vitality made Mu Yunqing feel very dazzling, he frowned, and said impatiently: "I don't want to hear your nonsense here, I still have distinguished guests here to entertain."

As he spoke, he was about to close the door and shut Lin Shu away.

Lin Shuyao's face turned pale all of a sudden, he hurriedly used his hands to block the door that was about to close, but was pinched severely by the door, and immediately screamed out in pain.

Mu Yunqing didn't expect Lin Shuyao to block the door with his hands, his face was a little ugly, and at the same time, a cold voice came from the Taoist temple.

"Yunqing, is there something wrong?"

Mu Yunqing hurriedly smiled and replied to the Taoist temple: "It's okay, just wait a moment, I'll be here."

Then, he turned his head and looked at Lin Shuyao, who was covering his hands with a pale face. He didn't have any patience to deal with Lin Shuyao anymore. He tore off the gentle breeze just now, and directly faced Lin Shuyao viciously. Yao just scolded.

"Are you fucking disgusting? I've already let you go, what else do you want?"

His voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid of being heard, with the meaning of gnashing his teeth.

Before Lin Shuyao could say a word, he was kicked down to the ground by Mu Yunqing, and the world was spinning instantly, and then he heard Mu Yunqing's sound of closing the door.

"..."

But before he regained his strength and got up, the door was opened again, and a package was thrown out.

"Don't even think about Lingshi and silver, here are some scallion pancakes, take them and go!"

"...Thank you, brother..."

Lin Shuyao raised his head and saw the door closed at last, thanking him.When he had the strength to get up, he quickly picked up the package to protect it in his arms, and staggered away in the wind and snow.

No one saw that although the young man was hunched over in the wind and snow, there was a hint of resentment flashing in those drooping, seemingly weak eyes, and even a hint of killing intent. Finally, he pursed his lips and turned all The expression faded.

Lin Shuyao walked slowly in a bamboo forest, and saw a bit of old lacquer red in front of him.

That is the mottled and dilapidated lacquered red wall of Yunhe Temple, which has been in disrepair for a long time.

But Lin Shuyao stopped. He stood in the wind and snow, his body was shivering from the cold, but his face was blue and ugly.

He looked at the scallion pancake in his hand from beginning to end for a long time.

Suddenly he slammed the cakes in his arms on the ground, and before he had time to stretch out his feet to crush the cakes, his body trembled in pain, lying on the snow, twitching all over.

The golden book shone golden in his mind.

"Dick, Su Yao, your behavior has been seriously OOC, forcibly interrupt your behavior and accept punishment."

"Grass, there is no fucking here -ah ah, don't, don't electricity ... You are paralyzed ... Labor and capital knows that I am OOC ... roll! ah--"

Su Yao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and vented to the system. He was unwilling to accept his incompetence, unwilling to have a golden finger, and could only be insulted and trampled on.

"Drip, don't swear."

Su Yao still wanted to spit out some dirty words, but in the end she was paralyzed by the electric current all over her body, and her muscles trembled.

His eyes were red, his expression was ferocious, his body was extremely distorted, he grabbed the cold snow under his body and panted rapidly, he was completely different from the weak and incompetent Taoist priest in front of Mu Yunqing just now.

Su Yao scolded the system that punished him over and over again in his heart, and finally because he refused to stop cursing the system, he became insensitive after being shocked, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

His last move was to stretch out his hand and hide those cakes that he had begged for with his dignity and thrown on the ground under his body.

Damn it, this is the cake he finally bought with his acting skills...

Can't be cheaper than others...

He himself was still hungry and didn't eat a single bite...

The system watched Su Yao struggling to protect the scallion pancake in his arms, its golden light flickered, and the punishment was withdrawn.

It won't admit that it was pitying Su Yao just now.

Lin Shuyao only felt his body twitch violently, the world was spinning in his eyes, and the next moment he fell into a coma...

There are two little kids waiting for him at home...

Now he felt that he was a little stupid just now, it was just that his dignity was trampled on.

It doesn't matter at all, why lose your temper?Why OOC?

…………

Before he passed out, his mind was full of regret.

He still regrets why he wrote the book "Enchanted Demon"...

System: "If I knew this earlier, why bother."

Su Yao: "...I believe in your mother's evil, if you have the ability, let labor and capital return to modern times."

System: "No, I mean, you have already completed the task and got Mu Yunqing's scallion pancakes...why do you have to break down the avatar at the end?"

"I have hands and feet. Why should I listen to your arrangement and go beg for things with that bitch Mu Yunqing?! Then let him humiliate me?!"

When the system heard the word "slut", it thought to itself: Fortunately, he is already in a coma, otherwise he would have to apply 360 vodka electric shocks.

Then the system turned the pages of the book. It endured a desire to speak but didn't want to speak, feeling a little anxious.

In the end, it couldn't help but said: "Su Yao, you wrote this plot."

Su Yao: "..."

Su Yao clearly remembered that "Being Demon" was about Ling Wu'an's life, and there was no such detailed description of Lin Shuyao at all.

System: "If you don't believe me, look..."

A paragraph of text appeared in front of Su Yao like this:

Both he and Ling Wuzheng are orphans.

No one was willing to take them in. They spent day after day in the ruined temple, thinking that in some winter, they would die unknowingly like the old beggar in the ruined temple.

Until a Taoist priest with a thin figure and a sword holding the dust, stretched out his hand towards them and pulled them out of the boundless abyss.

The old wall is painted red and mottled, and the mulberry elm in the Taoist temple is full of greenery, casting a half shadow on the ground.

He and Ling Wuzheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed gratefully to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest smiled gently, pulled them into his arms, and stroked their heads.

"From now on, you will be my disciples of Lin Shuyao."

From then on, they had a family and a master.

Master had already lived a life of poverty, and raising the two of them was a difficult and difficult life.

But Master never treated them badly.

In childhood, the smell of elm money and the smell of scallion pancakes one night were the saddest but happiest smells in his life.

……

After reading it, Su Yao got goosebumps all over her body...

"This scallion oil scent...couldn't be... the scallion pancake Mu Yunqing gave me?! But, I just wrote it casually!"

Could it be impossible for him to say that he wrote it casually while eating scallion pancakes?In his outline, there is no such thing as a good plot.

System: "Hey, the world's ability to complete the plot, you will experience it in the future."

Su Yao: "I don't want to experience it at all."

Su Yao, who was chatting enthusiastically with the system in her mind, didn't notice his body lying in the icy and snowy bamboo forest at all.

Until a weak figure slowly approached the bamboo forest, it was a child.

There was no expression on the child's dirty face, and there was a little snow-white icicle between his eyebrows, coupled with his delicate and lovely appearance, it was very beautiful.

Looking at the figure on the snow, he couldn't help frowning and walked over.

"Master..."

In a haze, Su Yao felt a cold and warm little hand caressing his face.

Who?

Su Yao wanted to open her eyes, but finally fell into a deep sleep.

……

At this moment, Mu Yunqing's guest is drinking a cup of clear tea. The warm water vapor hides his face, and only the guest can be seen wearing the Baiyun Qingqiu Taoist robe of Taiyi Palace. The sword exudes a powerful momentum, and Ye Ye shines brightly.

There is also an ancient Yin-Yang fish pendant hanging on the hilt of the sword, which is really beautiful.

The pendant is clean and shiny, enough to show how much the owner cherishes it.

And his whisk was pinned to his waist.

Sitting next to him, Mu Yunqing made tea for this guest with a smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were as warm as jade, and he didn't show any ruthlessness in driving Lin Shuyao away just now.

He poured tea and asked, "Senior Brother Yunzhi, I haven't seen you for so many years, why do you have time to visit my place?"

Jing Yunzhi frowned when he heard the words, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Yunqing, his eyes were a bit sharp, like the sword he was carrying, exuding a powerful aura.

"In these years, have you seen Yunhe?"

His voice is as indifferent and cold as his expression, covered with thousands of years of ice and snow, repelling people thousands of miles away.

Mu Yunqing still had a smile on his mouth, he lowered his head and closed his eyes to pour Jing Yunzhi a cup of tea, but said calmly:

"No, I haven't seen him since the Sanqing faction disbanded."