White Master Black Disciple of Cultivation

Xuanyuan City, the largest city in the Immortal World, is the place with the most spiritual energy. Here, every inch of land is expensive, and the people who live here are all famous figures in the Immortal World.

It is such a place with the most densely populated human monks, but it was easily mixed in by the demon king.

He walked swaggeringly on the street, turning a blind eye to the exquisite items in the shops on both sides, but preferring the things displayed by the street vendors. Fortunately, the elders prepared a lot of spirit stones for him, otherwise it would be impossible to rely on his own words. You don't realize that you need to spend money to buy things.

After playing until the evening, he reluctantly left the booth and walked towards Mu Jianxian's mansion.

It is not difficult to inquire about Immortal Mu Jian's cave. After all, after the baptism of war, there are very few "geniuses" left, so it is difficult not to attract attention.

Quickly walking to a courtyard with double wooden doors, the Demon King sniffled and was slightly taken aback. What is this familiar smell?Why does it smell so good?

He went forward and knocked on the door, waited for a while and saw that there was no answer, the devil simply sat down in front of the door, took out all kinds of gadgets he bought at the stall, and began to play with them one by one.

Jiang Muxuan, who finished his daily practice, sensed a person sitting cross-legged outside the door, and was slightly surprised. He seemed to have heard a knock on the door before. Could it be that the person who knocked on the door hasn't left yet?

With a squeak, Jiang Muxuan opened the wooden door, looked at someone who was slumped in front of his door, and was stunned, not knowing whether to wake him up.

The vigilance developed over the years made the devil wake up when Jiang Muxuan opened the door, but he wanted to see how Jiang Muxuan would react, so he pretended to be asleep.

After waiting for a while, sensing that Jiang Muxuan seemed to turn around and was about to leave, the Demon King hurriedly got up, stretched out his hand in desperation and grabbed Jiang Muxuan's sleeve.

Jiang Muxuan flicked his sleeves, wanting to shake off the devil's hand, but he didn't expect that the method that worked in the past failed this time, and that hand was still tightly grasping his sleeve.

After a pause, Jiang Muxuan put his cold eyes on the Demon King, and said calmly: "What's the matter with you?"

For some reason, although Jiang Muxuan's expression and tone were normal, the Demon King felt that he was suppressing his impatience.

The demon king let go of his hand in a delicate mood, and took advantage of the opportunity to smooth out the wrinkles on Jiang Muxuan's sleeves. After thinking for a while, he said directly: "I'm here to be your waiter."

Jiang Muxuan shook his head with a broken smile, and continued to walk into the house, saying without emotion: "You came early, the selection of waiters hasn't started yet."

With a "snap", the Demon King supported the wooden door that was about to close, looked directly at Jiang Muxuan's eyes, and said in a firm and confident tone, "No one can be your waiter except me."

Without waiting for Jiang Muxuan to refute, the Demon King immediately said: "Just one day and one night, I can make you unable to leave me."

"Ha." Jiang Muxuan smiled angrily, seeing this man's arrogant attitude, he didn't seem to come to be his waiter, but to be his uncle.Isn't it just one day and one night?He Jiang Muxuan still has this little time, and he doesn't mind teaching this arrogant kid a lesson.

Seeing Jiang Muxuan loosening his hand to open and close the door, he walked directly into the house, the Demon King knew he had succeeded, with a triumphant smile on his face, he turned his hand and closed the wooden door, and began to visit Jiang Muxuan's yard swaggeringly.

The yard is not big, and there is a small pond, three or two koi swimming happily in it, and half of their mouths are exposed from under the lotus leaves from time to time.

On the other side was a big tree, which could only be hugged by the two of them stretching out their arms. There were tiny yellow flowers growing on the tree, and the fragrance that made the devil think it smelled good came from above.

Looking up at the little yellow flowers on the tree, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the devil's mind, "Osmanthus, this is osmanthus."

Turning his head suddenly to look at Jiang Muxuan's room, the Demon King asked loudly, "Did you talk to me just now?"

What responded to him was only the sound of the wind, and the little sweet-scented osmanthus flowers falling with it.

Looking thoughtfully at the petals in the palm of his hand, the Demon King looked around, found the location of the kitchen, and walked straight in.

The inside of the kitchen is very clean. One can tell from a glance that the owner doesn't use it very often. At most, he uses the dust-removing spell to clean it up occasionally.

Fortunately, all kinds of utensils are available. The devil took out a big bowl, rolled up the sweet-scented osmanthus on the ground, and put it into the bowl.

After soaking the petals in clean water, take out the petals, squeeze out the water inside, then chop them up and knead them into the dough. After the dough is ready, tear off an appropriate amount of small dough, wrap it in various fillings, and make A variety of shapes, and then put it in the steamer to steam the small sticks of incense, and the fragrant pastry is ready.

The devil stared blankly at the various small pastries in front of him, as if he couldn't believe that he made them himself. The actions just now were just like the instinct of the body, and he realized that he had finished making them before he recovered his senses.

"You did this?" Jiang Muxuan's slightly trembling voice came from behind the Demon King, making people unable to tell the difference between joy and anger.

After recovering from the shock, the devil handed the pastry to Jiang Muxuan, nodded vigorously, and said in a proud tone, "Of course!"

Jiang Muxuan's gaze was already firmly attracted by those pastries, his eyes were filled with various emotions, and his eye sockets turned red at a visible speed.

The Demon King didn't notice what was wrong with Jiang Muxuan, seeing him standing blankly and not speaking, thinking that he was embarrassed to take it, so he took his hand, and directly stuffed the plate into his hand, while he picked up the remaining two. A pastry is gone.

Withdrawing his mind, Jiang Muxuan quickly stabilized his emotions, looked at the plate of pastries in his hand, and said silently: "This must be a coincidence, there are too many people who know how to make pastries..."

After meditating several times, this reason seemed to have finally convinced him. He coldly glanced at the pastry on the plate, and stretched out to put it aside, but in the end he slapped his hand and returned to the room with the plate.

Leaning on the branch of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the two demon kings ate the pastry in their hands, and then sighed leisurely, as if they were very satisfied with their craftsmanship.

The breeze was blowing, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was strong but not strong. It gently surrounded the Demon King. The familiar feeling made him trance for a moment. A picture of a man in white dancing with a sword seemed to appear in his mind. elegant.

Just as he was trying to look at the face of the man in white, Jiang Muxuan's voice interrupted his thoughts, "What's your name?"

Looking down at Jiang Muxuan who was looking up at him, the Demon King frowned, not because he was unhappy to be interrupted, but because he suddenly found that Jiang Muxuan's figure overlapped with the one in his mind just now, and he didn't know it was because he was dazzled Or people in the fairy world look alike.

The two looked at each other silently for a long while, until Jiang Muxuan's eyes showed impatience, the demon king remembered his question, floated down from the branch, stood still in front of the wooden sword fairy, and said slowly: "Huo, my name is Chen Huo."

Jiang Muxuan, whose heart was half-beaten, couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. After getting the answer he wanted, he left lightly. Looking at his back, he seemed to be in a hurry.

The Demon King watched on the spot for a while, and saw that Jiang Muxuan was about to disappear from sight, and then remembered his current duty, and quickly chased after him at full speed.

Jiang Muxuan, whose brain was in a mess, didn't notice that there was someone following behind him. He didn't realize something was wrong until he was about to approach the destination. He suddenly stopped in mid-air, turned around and looked at the Demon King who was [-] meters away from him, and his heart trembled. Is it the safe distance in his heart, is it accidental or is this person intentional?

"Why did you follow me?" Jiang Muxuan asked calmly, but he secretly became vigilant in his heart, because there were too many doubts about this person who appeared from nowhere.

For some reason, the Demon King can always sense Jiang Muxuan's emotions sensitively, so he pretended to be blank and said: "I am your waiter, if I don't follow you, who will I be with?"

The questioning words choked in his throat, Jiang Muxuan pursed his lips, without saying a word, he went straight into the palace not far away.

The demon king who was stopped by the gate guard raised his eyebrows, and chose the latter between forcing his way in and waiting in place, sat obediently in front of the palace gate, took out the remaining piece of pastry from his sleeve, and sipped happily Taking small bites, he ignored the glaring guards.

Mo Xian, who was drawing a picture of the beauty, noticed Jiang Muxuan's arrival and was very happy. He got up and wanted to give Jiang Muxuan a bear hug, but he stopped two meters away. There was no one else, and the sharp sword intent on his neck reminded him of the sword. The master may not be in a very good mood at this time.

The winking Mo Xian waved his hands to let the panicked servants leave. After the place was cleared up, he winked at Jiang Muxuan and asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Who messed with you?"

Jiang Muxuan withdrew his sword, sat down at the place where Mo Xian was painting, took a clean cup, filled it with spiritual wine, swallowed it, and said calmly: "Help me find a person named Chen Huo, whose strength is comparable to I'm on par."

Mo Xian didn't waste time to ask why he wanted to investigate this person. It was rare for Jiang Muxuan to ask him to do something. He just needed to do it. As for the reason, if Jiang Muxuan wanted to say something, he would tell him sooner or later, if he didn't want to say it It's useless for him to ask for words, but he has a deep understanding of this person's stubbornness.

Not waiting for Jiang Muxuan's tenth glass of wine, Mo Xian who got the news came in like a gust of wind, and after throwing out the jade slip in his hand, he sat down relieved, watching Jiang Muxuan's expression while drinking.

He had already read it just now, and there was nothing noteworthy about Chen Huo, and he didn't know why Jiang Muxuan suddenly wanted to investigate such a person.

Chen Huo, male, [-] years old, late half-immortal, casual cultivator, good at using swords, his whereabouts are uncertain, according to those who know him, he seems to have the intention of going to the selection meeting of the wooden sword fairy waiter recently in order to break through the bottleneck.

There was also a three-dimensional image of Chen Huo in the jade slip, Jiang Muxuan looked at it silently for a moment, then crushed the jade slip, got up abruptly and walked outside.

A "thank you" came from his ear, and Mo Xian, who hastily swallowed the wine, was choked upright, and when he got up to chase after him, he couldn't see the figure of Mu Jianxian.

The author has something to say: I am watching while editing, it seems that the pace is too fast, haha