Master never follows a routine

The second day was sunny.

The outer disciple ran over in a panic: "Master, it's not good, the tree was chopped to death!"

"He's not dead, don't worry, go back, and don't secretly pick the flowers at the foot of my mountain again." Lin Feng yawned: "By the way, send me two sets of clothes."

"what?"

"It's about this high." Lin Feng pointed to a love stool on the small table and said.

"What does Master want that for?" He was bewildered.

"You can just send it over to me."

On the way back, the disciple thought about it by himself, because considering such a big creature, only cats fit.

Master loves his kitten obsessively, even if he wears two clothes, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

After making up his mind, he told the ingenious little junior sister the news.

When Lin Feng got the clothes, he endured for a long time before he laughed out loud.

A cute hood with two small red flowers on the back and a pair of small bells under the neck.

Very interesting.

"It's really not what I asked for. Those disciples think they are smart—when will my kitten wear clothes?"

Jiang Linmu glared at him.

"I have sent a message to your apprentice Qingqian, she will come over later, please tell her when the time comes." Lin Feng coughed lightly.

Jiang Linmu nodded.

Qingqian knows how to do needlework. When she followed her when she first entered the sect, Ying Lin was born not long ago. An ancient monster like him also had a very long childhood. It lasted for decades and left behind a lot of clothes .

Some of them were thrown away, and some seemed to be taken back by Qingqian, saying that they could still wear them when they met Xiao Yaoxiu in the future.

Later, when the conditions of the sect got better, the clothes and so on were never mentioned again.

Two hours later, Qing Qian rushed over in a hurry, with Luo Luo still at his side.

"Master, this is..."

"Back to basics." Lin Feng even thought of an elegant word.

Luo Luo crouched in front of Jiang Linmu and looked at it with great interest: "It's so small, I feel like I can eat one at a time."

"You can try." Lin Feng didn't care.

Luo Luo became even more daring. He stretched out his claws, intending to lift the blanket wrapped around Jiang Linmu's body.

Jiang Linmu kicked his hand, but his little foot was pinched: "Look at your foot, it's not as big as my slap."

"You can take it easy, what if it breaks." Lin Feng said, but didn't intend to stop him.

"Why don't you talk?" Luo Luo let go of his feet, stretched out a finger and poked his chubby face.

Surprisingly, Jiang Linmu didn't say a word, and punched him in front of him with his small fist. He was still a little unstable, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Luo Luo squatted beside him, stunned for a moment, and quickly helped him up: "Are you all right, you can still fall flat?"

"Snapped--"

Luo Luo withdrew his hand, this guy is not big now, but beating someone really hurts.

Qingqian was the first to notice something was wrong: "Master, this...can't you see it?"

"You can't speak yet, you are blind and dumb." Lin Feng said, "Don't think too much, as long as you are still alive."

"There is nothing more important than being alive, and we will find a solution for the rest." Luo Luo comforted.

The days that followed were more comfortable.

Jiang Linmu felt that it was only a matter of time before he could understand the remaining two senses. He blamed the lightning strike for being early, and he could actually be a newcomer himself.

It's okay if it's really impossible, it's not a big deal compared to the pain I couldn't sleep at night, I can't see, I can't speak.

That night, there was a thunderstorm, the rumbling thunder was loud, and there were bursts of white light outside the door.

Such a fine weather, it would be a pity not to watch a ghost movie.

Jiang Linmu thought to himself.

A few people sat around and had nothing to do, the candlelight was flickering on the corner of the table, the kitten was lying on Jiang Linmu's lap, and its little tail was wagging boredly.

Jiang Linmu mysteriously took out a book and put it on the table with a "snap".

He tugged at the corner of Luo Luo's clothes, tapped the drink in the bowl with his finger, and wrote the word "Nian" on the table.

Luo Luo said loudly: "What are you doing? Just now, after touching the table for so long, you stuffed your hand into my bowl again. Are you trying to poison me to death?"

"He asked you to study." Lin Feng reminded.

"Study? What book? Do I look like a literate person?"

"..."

Lin Feng glanced at Jiang Linmu, what do you think you are looking for?

He took out the book and opened the first page.

This is a booklet from the mortal world. Most of the stories about monsters and fairies are folklore.

"In the dark night, the sky was shrouded like a curtain, the rain was heavy outside the window, and the woman was walking wet in the corridor, only to see blood dripping from her pale face, dirty blood dripping from her empty eye sockets, exuding a smell of corpse The stench of rot..."

Qingqian curled up in fear, her red eyes looked terrified.

But a pair of rabbit ears stood up straight, and even looked excited.

"Bang bang bang, she banged on—"

"Bang bang bang!"

Lin Feng's voice stopped abruptly: "Did you hear anything?"

"Bang bang bang-"

Jiang Linmu: "..."

What the hell.

"Don't worry, it's fine. Ghost cultivators can't come in. Someone should come over. I'll go out and have a look." Lin Feng got up.

Turning out the screen, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a dark figure was reflected in front of the window.

"Who?"

"Master, it's me."

The voice of the person coming was colder than the rain.

"Ying, Yinglin!" Lin Feng burst out, and hastily pushed open the door and window.

The young man outside was the same as before he left, with an indescribable tiredness in his eyes, and he was still as silent and restrained as usual.

After transforming from a jiao to a dragon, the evil spirit on his body faded, and he looked more handsome than before.

"Master, long time no see." Ying Lin said softly.

One day in the fairy world, one year in the human world, the concept of time in the cultivation world is the same as that in the mortal world, they have waited in the cultivation world for more than ten years, and correspondingly, it is only a dozen days.

"Didn't you go to God Realm?" Lin Feng was surprised: "Why, are you back again?"

"Yuan Jian said before his death that he has a way to revive the master..." Ying Lin lowered his head, his expression darkened: "I heard that there are many books in the treasury of fairy treasures, so I went to look for them."

"Then, did you find it?" Lin Feng looked strange.

He shook his head with a gloomy expression: "The book of the fairy world is as vast as the sea of ​​stars. I asked the old man in charge of the book. The master belongs to Jianmu, which is also one of the sacred trees. There are only few records, and most of them are passed down among mortals. No further news."

"so what?"

"I want to come back to accompany Master." Ying Lin's expression was gloomy: "Master is alone, without anyone to accompany him, how sad it must be."

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth twitched, thinking to himself, don't be stupid, your master is living a smarter life than anyone else.

"I want to go to the ghost world. Since Yuan Jian can know how to revive the master, maybe other ghost clans are also the same. I can definitely find it."

"You haven't thought about it, maybe that's what Yuan Jian said casually?" Lin Feng said.

"I don't know, but since there's still hope, it's gotta try, isn't it?"

"Oh……"

"Bangdang-"

The solid wood screen was pulled down by the extremely curious Luo Luo, revealing the coffee table behind.

And the people who were eating melon seeds and listening to picture books.

Qing Qian, Luo Luo, Uncle Lin, and... a child.

Although the child lowered his head, he could tell that he should be good-looking. His little face was round and round, like a steamed bun made of white flour.

"Master Uncle is living a really... chic life these days."

"There's nothing left and right, just call them over for some tea." Lin Feng laughed.

Qingqian's two rabbit ears can't wait to stick to her scalp, and she trembles when she speaks: "Big brother..."

She was originally afraid of Yinglin, but now that he has become a dragon, he is even more afraid of the rabbit.

"Are you here to guard the tomb for Master?"

"Ah, I, Master is not..."

"Yes, it's raining heavily today, so I'll just let them stay here." Lin Feng laughed.

Ying Lin nodded, and turned his gaze to the only child present, whom he didn't know: "This child is... Uncle Lin's child?"

His black cat is still in his arms.

"Nonsense!" Lin Feng coughed lightly: "You have to look carefully."

Jiang Linmu raised his head towards Yinglin. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that his apprentice was as handsome as he imagined.

Ying Lin noticed his eyes, her voice paused, staring at the child's beautiful face, a strange feeling arose in her heart.

The candle flame flickered twice.

"Does it look familiar?" Lin Feng smiled.

Ying Lin nodded hesitantly.

"Who do you think he looks like?"

Like a master.

Ying Lin almost wanted to speak out, it was so similar, especially the little mole at the corner of his mouth, it was the essence.

"The children all look similar, I don't know." Ying Lin shook her head.

Lin Feng was amazed, he could tell at a glance that this child was Jiang Linmu, why did Ying Lin start to go blind instead?

"Are you really ignorant or are you pretending not to know?" Lin Feng said unhurriedly, "Didn't you realize that this child looks very much like your master?"

"It's not like." Ying Lin flatly refused.

"Look carefully, this phoenix eye...cough." Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Linmu.

If you look closely, it's really different.

Jiang Linmu was thin, with no flesh visible on his face, but this child had a round face, soft cheeks, a pair of phoenix eyes that were not opened, round and round, not to mention his nose, how could a child have a well-defined nose bridge.

The mouth is still a little bit like, the upper lip is slightly raised, and there is a small mole on the corner of the lip.

I have a good feng shui on the mountain, look at raising this guy...

Ying Lin also looked at him carefully, and he found that there was something wrong with this child. When he was talking to Lin Feng, the child listened sideways. Although his eyes were open, they were dull and dull.

"Is he blind?"

"To be honest, this child is your master's seed. He is blind and dumb. I feel sorry for him. He is raising him."

Jiang Lin's face swelled up with anger!This guy really dared to say that if he wasn't tall enough, he would have jumped up and slapped him a few times.

Lin Feng walked around behind Jiang Linmu, and took out the hairpin, the soft long hair slipped down, revealing the small buds wrapped in small balls.

"Do you believe it now?"

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