All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

Jing Zhou choked, trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence, when there was a knock on the door.

Qi Wuwu was introverted, so he only said that the medicine was ready in the corridor, and then put the medicine bowl and tray outside the door, afraid that even his new teacher would not like to see him.

Jing Zhou opened the door to get the medicine. After the autumn rain, it became cold again. The damp cold wind poured into the room. The young man on the couch covered his mouth to suppress his cough.

He hastily closed the door tightly.

The young man brought the medicine bowl to his lips and paused. He frowned and raised his head to drink it. After a while, the medicine bowl bottomed out. He pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple kept sliding.

That face that always makes people unpredictable, happy and angry, rarely reveals two words candidly: unpalatable.

Jing Zhou took the empty bowl, and handed him warm water that had been heated with spiritual power, "Shuss your mouth."

The young man did as he said, and after drinking half a cup of tea, his brows relaxed, but he couldn't help but coughed twice, his shoulders trembled, he was very weak and pitiful.

Jing Zhou glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, it was dark red again.

"If you are afraid of suffering, I will prepare some candied fruit for you next time."

"Oh, candied walnuts, candied green plums, and candied osmanthus are the best, followed by honeydew crabapple, candied lotus seeds, and candied bayberry. I don't even eat honeydew melon sticks, kumquat cakes, candied lotus root slices, ginger slices, or green and red shreds." The young man said. Without any exception, he told Jing Zhou about his preferences and tastes.

Jing Zhou's forehead twitched: "...OK."

In fact, this kind of temperament that says everything clearly is quite good, saving trouble and worry.

It didn't take long for the medicine to come back, and the redness on the boy's face became deeper, spreading to his collarbone, and the finger marks on his neck became more shocking.

Jing Zhou glanced at him, hesitated to speak, and finally didn't ask any more questions, which was useless.

But the young man didn't fall asleep right away, he asked Jing Zhou for pen and ink, and sat at the desk with his clothes on, writing a letter eloquently, before he had enough time to make a cup of tea, he burned the written letter with spiritual fire, and sent it to a place thousands of miles away. Jiulin City.

Seeing that he was busy, Jing Zhou dimmed the candle and lit the incense, and asked casually: "Are you really asking for a dowry with the Shen family?"

The young man nodded, put the pen in the inkstone pool to wash it, and said after a while: "Thirty thousand spirit stones."

Jing Zhou was stunned for a moment, then his heart exploded, and he said suspiciously: "[-] spirit stones is not a small amount, why did the Shen family agree?"

"On the matter of me marrying away for the second young lady and saving the Shen family's face, they shouldn't treat me poorly, right?" The young man smiled with confidence and wickedness, "Besides, they have something in my hands. You should be afraid of me."

Jing Zhou pushed the teacup, didn't drink it, didn't ask any further questions, just smiled and said: "If the Shen family really gave it, can I borrow money from you to pay off the debt?"

The young man looked at him: "Sect Master Jing, isn't he afraid that my interest rate is higher than other places?"

"I'm happy to pay interest for my family, don't you think so?" Jing Zhou had already got up, and used his spiritual power to warm the cold bedding again, "Go to sleep quickly, you won't be able to see the wind if you drink this medicine."

The young man didn't try to be brave. He took off his outer robe and got into the warm quilt. He exposed his eyes and blinked: "I have a troublesome illness. I cough easily in the middle of the night. I'm afraid that sharing the same bed will disturb Sect Master Jing, and I wronged Sect Master Jing to continue sleeping." on the ground."

After saying this, without waiting for Jing Zhou to respond, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jing Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this sick little bastard killed him, is he a gentleman?

Forget it, Jing Zhou didn't argue, he extinguished the candle for him and exited the house, went to Xiwushe to find Qi Wuzuo to continue discussing the debt repayment.

Because of the binding of character skills, Jingzhou's Yujian is very smooth, and it takes only a moment to go from Haitangwu on the top of the mountain to Xiwushe on the mountainside.

Their Xuanji Mountain is barren, unlike other Xianmen pavilions and buildings all over the mountains and plains, they are so poor that they only built thatched huts and thatched sheds on the peaks, and the mountains and plains look poor.

In autumn, the sky is short, and the creek house built by the water is getting darker and hazy, and the two or three houses are hidden in the clouds, and the lights can be seen faintly.

Jing Zhou walked towards the house where the lights were lit, but just happened to bump into Qi Wusuo who was going out with a food box, "I just wanted to bring some food to Master."

"Young Master Yu fell asleep after taking medicine, you didn't eat yourself, did you? Let's discuss how to make money after eating."

"Okay." Qi Wusuo and Jing Zhou turned around and entered the room, by coincidence, Jing Zhou's stomach growled inappropriately.

The voice was really loud, Qi Wusuo paused, obviously surprised.

It stands to reason that Sect Master Jing, who has already entered the realm of spirit void, should have bigu long ago. Although Xuanji Mountain can't help eating and drinking, food should be dispensable to him.

In short, eating is to satisfy your appetite, and it’s okay not to eat... Such a gaffe that your stomach growls, it’s a small shame, and if outsiders know about it, they will question the cultivation ability of this Sect Master Jing.

But Qi Wusuo was understanding after all, and he returned to his usual expression after a while: "Master has worked hard for several days, and today he has to go back and forth to the Valley of Immortal Medicine. It must be too much consumption. It's just right, let's have dinner together later."

Jing Zhou couldn't save face as a teacher, so he just muttered vaguely, and went into the house with Qi Wusuo.

The warm aroma of food rushed over, and Qi Wuwei happened to bring out two plates of stir-fried vegetables, which were red mapo tofu and green stir-fried spinach, homely and vegetarian.

Jing Zhou swallowed subconsciously, and the hunger of the beast became more and more intense.

Qi Wuwu put down the dishes, found another chair, and said with a blank expression, "I'll get another dish."

"No need..." Before Jing Zhou finished speaking, Qi Wuwei turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Qi Wuzu smiled: "Master, it's rare for Master to come to Xiwushe. Junior brother is very happy."

Before Jing Zhou could figure out where Qi Wuwu's happiness was reflected, Qi Wusuo said again: "I'm actually very happy too."

The voice was very low, like talking to himself, or whispering, Jing Zhou always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't take it to heart.

The original owner's setting is that kind of cold and strict master, who is either retreating or catching ghosts. He never engages in production and does not care about his disciples, so he will never appear in the apprentice's dormitory if he has nothing to do.

As soon as Jing Zhou sat down, Qi Wusuo went to clean the teacup and pour tea, Jing Zhou hurriedly smiled and said, "Don't be so busy, I won't dare to come here in the future."

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about? Aren't these what disciples should do?" Qi Wusuo put hot tea in front of Jing Zhou, and was busy scooping up rice again.

After half a cup of tea, Qi Wuwu brought out another plate of eggplant with minced meat, and this table finally had a bit of meat.

"Master eat."

Jing Zhou didn't move his chopsticks, but the two disciples who were born exactly alike didn't move their chopsticks, which made him feel nervous.

I tried egg porridge last night and it didn’t work, and I didn’t feel any obvious discomfort afterwards, so Jing Zhou didn’t give up, and wanted to try if he could eat, but being stared at by two young disciples like this, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if he couldn’t eat it? Hurt someone?

The oppressive feeling in the live broadcast came back again. In the cold weather, a thin layer of sweat floated on Jing Zhou's back.

He unconsciously used force with the chopsticks, his knuckles turned white, and he picked up a chopstick of spinach as if he was dying. He was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, but as he expected, the moment the food touched his lips, his scalp tingled with disgust. Feeling hit again.

Jing Zhou held back for a moment, couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, and sighed heavily.

Qi Wusuo made no secret of his surprise, and even Qi Wuwu, who was always calm, showed a little strangeness.

"To tell you the truth, something went wrong in my practice some time ago. I got sick that I couldn't eat, and I felt sick when I saw food..." Jing Zhou had no choice but to make up a random reason.

Qi Wuzhi said: "Aside from not being able to eat, can Master feel hungry like before Bigu?"

After all, just now he clearly heard Jing Zhou's stomach growling.

Jing Zhou nodded without saying a word: "This illness is strange, but apart from being hungry, there is no other discomfort, so there is no need to worry."

With the cultivation of the role of Sovereign Jing, he could not starve to death without eating for ten or eight years, but his stomach was uncomfortably hungry, which was much better than his need to rely on nutrient solution to maintain his life in reality.

Seeing the serious faces of the two apprentices, and concern written in their eyes, Jing Zhou comforted him softly: "It's really nothing, I won't starve to death anyway, and I'll pass it soon, eat quickly, the food will be cold later." gone."

After all, Qi Wusuo is considerate: "Well, my junior brother and I are also thinking of ways. If the master feels uncomfortable, please tell the disciples."

Jing Zhou didn't refuse any more, only thinking that he had found a cure for anorexia, which was to attack the new Taoist leader Yu Ci.

Qi Wuwei remained silent the whole time, eating with his chopsticks under the urging of his elder brother, but he seemed absent-minded.

After the meal, Qi Wushou joked, "Perhaps, Master can eat the meal cooked by Master's wife."

Jing Zhou was joking, and also laughed: "If so, I will treat Mr. Yu as my ancestor and confess every day."

Qi Wuwu, who finished washing the dishes, didn't participate in their after-dinner chat, squatted under the couch and tossed around for a while, then raised his head with ashes: "Senior brother, you took away my words?"

Hearing this, Qi Wushou stopped smiling, and looked at Jing Zhou with a guilty conscience: "Cough, I'm burned, don't watch those time-wasting things all day long."

Qi Wuwu's face was blank for a moment: "Oh, I see."

There was no sign of knowing what was wrong on his face.

Jing Zhou: "The script?"

Qi couldn't hide his face: "A few days ago, I purchased ingredients from the mountain, bought a few bundles of miscellaneous books at the second-hand book stand, and brought them back. I didn't want to have a few unscrupulous books mixed in, but my junior took it to read it, so I went to see it." Addiction... But the disciples had already burned the books in time."

Jing Zhou: "Oh, little Huang Wen?"

Qi Wusuo gritted his teeth: "...Yes."

Jing Zhou smiled and asked, "How is the quality?"

Qi Wushou said frankly: "Very vulgar."

Jing Zhou was still smiling, Qi Wusuo didn't know what he meant, and hurriedly said in shame: "I know I was wrong."

"No mistake, no mistake, although you are a practitioner, you are still a body of flesh and blood, and you have not grown grains, and you will suffer from all kinds of diseases after eating five grains. It is normal to have the seven emotions and six desires. Besides, when you grow older, dual cultivation is also a compulsory course, but... "Jing Zhou paused, then smiled frankly,

"If you want to read it, read some good ones. Most of the scriptures in the market are poorly made, and most of them have no elegance at all. If you read too much, you may be taught badly, and the double cultivation will go astray in the future, which is not good."

Qi Wusuo was stunned and nodded.

Jing Zhou: "I heard that Yousi Academy has dossiers on double cultivation, from beginners to advanced, to intensive cultivation. If you are interested, you can borrow them at the academy with nothing."

In the process of passing through, before the system shuts down, the first thing the system does is to mark the borrowing place of the double repair course in this world to Jing Zhou. It is very considerate to think about it. I am afraid that he will hate the book when it is used up. The beauty is on the couch. The operation does not work.

As a master, he has nothing to teach, and he has done a good deed by telling his disciples where he borrowed the excellent double-cultivation dossiers.

Qi Wusuo was stunned, and immediately pursed his lips into a smile: "Master is really omniscient."

Jing Zhou smiled and sighed: "Human, no one has a youth."

Qi Wusuo continued to tease boldly: "I heard that the Shen family in Jiulin City has strict family discipline and many rules, and my wife must not have the opportunity to read these. If my junior brother and I have the opportunity to borrow books from Yousi Academy, we will also bring back two copies to my wife? "

Jing Zhou paused while holding the tea: "Young Master Yu, he... must not like these things."

He fumbled in the front of his shirt, and found that the small bottle of purple spirit ointment left by Elder Jueming was still there. This trial bottle seemed to remind him of his shady ambition all the time.

Get a good impression, attack the other party, don't treat the other party as a real person, but to do things for yourself to achieve your goals and complete tasks...

In front of Jing Zhou's eyes, Yu Ci covered his mouth and coughed up blood, and his eyes were pear blossoms with rain. He felt uncomfortable and scolded himself for being a bad thing.

But for the sake of his food and broadcasting career, and in order to return to the right track of life as soon as possible, he could only act cruelly.