Master, he always wants to leave me

Su Yao hasn't been out to set up a fortune-telling stall recently. Since the system reminded him that the plot will develop, he has basically started to meditate and practice every day, taking care of two little kids, and teaching some basic principles of Taoist cultivation. Other times are like this now , sitting on the outer hall... mending clothes.

Thinking of the tasks issued by the system, Su Yao gritted his teeth. It would be best if his sharp teeth could tear the system apart.

Su Yao first went to Taiyi Palace with two little kids, and got this month's Lingshi. By the way, Ling Wuzheng and Ling Wu'an also turned six years old, and the disciple records on Taiyi Palace were also registered. their names.

Gave them two Taoist robes from Taiyi Palace, and Su Yao went to the market to order some accessories, mahogany, cinnabar, talisman paper and so on.

In fact, as a cultivator, Lin Shuyao doesn't need to live like this... into the world.

According to Su Yao's words, his meow is living the life of a mortal.

A true Taoist cultivator puts all his energy into cultivation. As long as he is strong enough, which Taoist cultivator sect won't rush for it?Don't hold it in your hand?There is no need to worry about these worldly things, and there is a special trading pavilion in the Taoist world to sell magic tools, celestial herbs, medicine pills, and magic charms. As long as you have spirit stones, you can buy anything.

Yes, Su Yao does not have spirit stones.

He is so poor that he can't even imagine how he can support Ling Wuzheng and Ling Wu'an

His cultivation base is too low, he does not slay demons and eliminate demons, and he does not wander in the world of Taoism and cultivation. He is a different kind and can only dawdle in the mortal world.

He can't even afford the most common bigu pill for Daoxiu...

Not to mention the Foundation Establishment Pill worth dozens of middle-grade spirit stones... In addition to the daily expenses of the two brats, he had to go out and set up a stall to fight mobs to earn extra money.

He could have used his various ideas to do things and make himself rich, but the problem is that the system's collapse of the human design successfully stopped the ideas of making a fortune in Su Yao's mind.

Su Yao was sewing the little clothes in her hands, feeling worried.

He is extremely short of silver and spirit stones...

Accidentally pricked her hand, Su Yao lowered her head and sucked the blood from her finger, frowning tightly.

The two little kids who were practicing calligraphy also noticed this scene, and ran over in a hurry, with worried and concerned expressions on their faces.

"Master, master... oh, your hand...does it hurt..."

Especially Ling Wu'an's watery eyes were full of tears, his mouth was curled up pitifully, and he looked like he was about to cry in the next second, but Su Yao, who had a headache, ordered the manly man not to shed tears.

"Don't cry, it's just being pierced, it's not very deep, it's okay."

The crystal tears swirled in Ling Wu'an's wronged eyes for a while, but they didn't fall down...

Su Yao stared at it quietly, feeling that the world is so big and full of wonders.

On the one hand, Ling Wuzheng looked very calm, he just looked at Su Yao's injured hand quietly, then he frowned, reached out and picked up Su Yao's hand.

He directly lowered his head, and put Su Yao's fingers into his pale pink mouth...

Su Yao, whose fingers were wrapped by those soft lips, trembled all over his body, and his whole body was in a state of incomparable shock. Then, he lowered his head stiffly, and looked at Ling Wuzheng in disbelief...

Ling Wuzheng also seemed to notice the trembling and stiffness of his master's body, his pale pupils moved upwards, and met Su Yao's dull gaze directly...

Under Su Yao's dull gaze, Ling Wuzheng stuck out his tongue and licked Su Yao's stabbed finger.

A burst of electricity shot through Su Yao's sensitive body like sparks, and he felt it! !

Su Yao was a little confused.

shit...

What exactly is going on?

Why did Ling Wuzheng act so ambiguously towards him?

What made him feel even more terrifying was the reaction given by this bisexual body.

He immediately turned around and yelled at the golden book in his mind: "What the hell is going on!! Why did I start to estrus after Ling Wuzheng licked off my finger??"

"Hey, you are responsible for the bisexuality you wrote about. What does this have to do with Ling Wuzheng?"

"I'm so fucking hard, you tell me it's okay??"

"Hey, Ling Wuzheng is just a child, are you sure he can satisfy you?"

"........."

Su Yao really wanted to cover her face.

"Drip, you really, think too much."

Su Yao drew circles resentfully behind his back.

Why did he make Lin Shuyao so sensitive in the first place, but he can't be blamed for it, intersex people are generally very sensitive...

In particular, treat love. Things above.

Ling Wuzheng also found that his master's sitting posture was too stiff, and the fair skin on that side of his face was slightly pink...

His eyes were clear, but he was a little puzzled: "Master, Master?"

Su Yao's heart: ah ah ah, don't you fucking talk with Laozi's fingers in your mouth!Do not talk!don't lick...

His body... is really too sensitive.

Finally, Su Yao spoke almost feebly.

"It's okay... Wuzheng, but, the blood on my teacher's hand is no longer there, so there is no need to lick it..."

There seemed to be a hint of teeth gnashing in the gentleness of the tone.

"Okay, Master."

Ling Wuzheng lowered his eyelids obediently, his gaze seemed to be as calm as usual, clear and bottomless.

Ling Wuzheng's finger was finally let go by Ling Wuzheng's lips, and Su Yao directly approached Ling Wu'an, who was curious and wanted to lick his finger, and forcibly stopped him.

Su Yao: Hehe, Ling Wu'an, do you still want to lick?Don't follow your senior brother and learn badly! !

Ling Wu'an said sadly that he also wanted to show his concern to Master, but Master refused!Crying!

System: emmmm, who is teaching who is bad?

Su Yao, who has a few gigabytes of resources in his notebook: ...

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Su Yao's Yunhe Temple is located on the mountainside, with its back against the mountain. The mottled walls are painted red with age. In the courtyard of the Taoist temple, there is an elm tree.

That was when Su Yao had just brought back the two little kids. He really couldn't afford a penny to make up for the weak Ling Wu'an and Ling Wuzheng, so he went to steal chickens.

It turned out that he stole the chicken back, but he was also shocked by the system to death.

Anyway, during that time, he and the system were fighting very hard.

The system despises him for wanting to cheat and get something for nothing, but he despises the system for forcing him to control him and calls him for nothing.

In the end, Su Yao won. He endured the pain of being paralyzed all over his body, but he still stole the chicken back. In the end, the chicken turned into nourishing chicken soup, which entered the stomachs of Ling Wu'an and Ling Wuzheng one after another. inside.

Perhaps it was Su Yao's stubbornness that made the system, which was not very malicious, relax some rules a little. The system gave Su Yao an elm money tree. According to the plot, Ling Wu'an remembered the smell of elm money rice.

This is finally Su Yao's first bucket of real estate, and in April and May every year, Ling Wu'an and Ling Wuzheng can enjoy a delicious Yuqian meal.

Behind the Taoist temple is the vegetable field cultivated by Su Yao himself, and small vegetables are often planted in it. This can be regarded as Su Yao's idea that he can't have his own vegetable field in a big city in reality.

There is a well next to the elm tree, and the daily water is drilled in it.

If Su Yao hadn't known that this was a practice, he might have felt that he had transmigrated into a farming novel...

The small Taoist robe was embroidered with exquisite white cloud patterns, and there were shallow traces of green hills on the material. Su Yao embroidered a crooked word "Zheng" on the corner of the small Taoist robe in his hand, which belonged to Ling Ling. Wuzheng's Taoist robe, Ling Wu'an, he has already sewn it.

In order to avoid getting the clothes of the two little kids wrong, he embroidered the last letter of Ling Wuzheng and Ling Wu'an's respective names on these Xiaodao robes.

At the same time, he also made two yin-yang fish pendants that he sewed by himself, which are black and white, small and exquisite, and very beautiful.

This is to be hung on the sword spikes for Ling Wu'an and Ling Wu'an's mahogany swords.

When he was in the Sanqing School, he often made this kind of pendant as a gift.

Ling Wu'an and Ling Wuzheng seemed to like the pendant made by Su Yao very much. They all lay on Su Yao's lap, quietly watching Su Yao sew stitch by stitch, with eager anticipation in their eyes. .

"Okay, no contention, no anger, come and try this robe to see if it fits."

Su Yao put away the needle and thread, tidied the clothes in his arms, and called the two little kids who were lying on his lap to watch him sew to come over and try.

"Master, master, I want to wear it first!" Ling Wu'an muttered loudly.

"Okay, okay." Su Yao sighed helplessly, hugged Ling Wu'an with doting eyes, put him in his arms, helped him put on his shoes and clothes, and straightened his Taoist crown.

After Ling Wu'an finished dressing, Su Yao felt like she was about to get a nosebleed...

How can you be so cute, it's a foul...

He resisted his urge to rub Ling Wu'an,

Ling Wu'an was originally very cute, with white and tender skin, and a little red flame pattern between his eyebrows. Now he is wearing a Taoist robe, with a crane crown on his head, and a mahogany sword with a yin-yang fish pendant on his back, standing clumsily. In front of Su Yao, with big eyes, she looked at Su Yao happily, like a cute little Taoist priest...

Ah, I really want to pinch my face hard, and then pinch Ling Wu'an's little butt...

Su Yao frowned, unwilling to admit his obscene thoughts, he has never had any resistance to cute things...

"Master, this dress is a bit stumbling..."

Ling Wu'an lowered his head, tugged at the small sleeves in his hands, and said aggrievedly.

"It's okay, just get used to it, Wuchen looks good in clothes."

Su Yao touched Ling Wu'an's head, the school's Taoist robes are indeed a bit cumbersome, but they are really beautiful.

When Su Yao was dressing Ling Wu'an, Ling Wuzheng had already silently picked up the Taoist robe and put it on by himself, with a cold expression on his small face. If Su Yao hadn't known that Ling Wuzheng had facial paralysis, he might have thought that The child puts on clothes in a serious manner, so seriously.

They are obviously the same style, but Ling Wuzheng and Ling Wu'an wear different styles.

There is a little silver icicle dotted between his brows, Ling Wuzheng is serious and serious, his little face is tense, just like a little adult, he looks extremely delicate, his brows and eyes are distant and indifferent, his standing posture and demeanor are extremely With an upright appearance and a sword behind his back, there is even a faint aura of cultivating immortality...

One is cute and silly, and the other is delicate and cool.

"Wu Zheng also looks good in clothes. As a teacher, I have never seen children cuter than you in the three... sects."

Su Yao bent down, hugged Ling Wu'an and Ling Wuzheng in his arms, and gently stroked their heads.

He really didn't expect that these two little milk babies have such good looks and temperament... As expected of the protagonists, their looks are beyond the charts, and their strength is beyond the charts.

"Master, master, it is enough for you to have our two apprentices."

Ling Wu'an hugged Su Yao and said, the soft and waxy voice was cute and naive, Su made Su Yao almost melt.

"Yes, with you two, I have no regrets in my life."

"Master, who was the priest who came to see you a few days ago?"

A word from Ling Wuzheng made the gentle expression on Su Yao's face restrained, and he raised his eyes to look at the mulberry elm tree in the Taoist temple.

That priest...

It's Mu Yunqing.