Master tutoring class

When he returned to Zangyi Mountain, An An, who had recovered his prototype, had already fallen asleep. Wen Xiuyuan didn't wake him up, and took some spiritual springs to take a bath in the house.

The white and translucent body was immersed in the water behind the bamboo curtain hanging in the smog. This person's skin was smooth and white, but he was not soft and delicate like a woman. On the contrary, his body was long and strong, and his well-proportioned muscles looked even more solid and powerful.

Wen Xiuyuan closed his eyes and leaned comfortably in the bamboo bucket.

The cool breeze blew past, blowing away the heat that had been stuffy in the room for a long time, and it was so refreshing that people wanted to sleep directly.

Wen Xiuyuan half-closed his eyes, breathing steadily.

There was a rustling sound outside the curtain, and a few gnawing sounds could be heard after listening carefully.

Wen Xiuyuan thought in a daze, could there be mice in this crappy place?

The slender legs stepped out of the barrel, and a thin shirt was half-covered on the body, revealing a large part of the chest, Wen Xiuyuan walked outside.

Scan around.

There was no sign of any rat, but it was a small thing, walking around on the table and rummaging through things.

An An was picked up by pinching her clothes.

"What are you looking for? Eat without looking at it. What did you eat?" Wen Xiuyuan frowned and looked at An An, who had black scum sticking to the corner of his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", An An covered her mouth and didn't know what to say.

Wen Xiuyuan stretched out his light white finger to touch the corner of An An's mouth, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

"Xichun?"

Xichun, the spiritual tea in the realm of comprehension, is cheap and practical, and it can heal injuries and relieve fatigue, but it can be found everywhere.

There are many spiritual teas in the cultivation world, and Xichun is as common in tea as common Chinese cabbage.

Wen Xiuyuan poked An An's forehead with his fingers.

"Why do you eat everything?" He frowned dissatisfied.

An An puffed her cheeks and was still chewing, she swallowed slowly, and when she swallowed all the tea leaves in her mouth, she raised her head and looked softly at Wen Xiuyuan, "Brother, I want more."

Wen Xiuyuan frowned in disgust, piled the messy things on the table aside, and imitated An Heyi's usual way of boiling spring water to make tea.

An An obediently squatted aside, staring at the burning flame under the teapot.

Wen Xiuyuan grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the spirit ring and put them aside, watching quietly.There is a tea tree in his yard, which is said to have been planted by his mother before. The Xichun tree grows in the windy and sunny spring day. When the grass and trees just sprouted buds, they stick out together and grow vigorously.

There are so many spiritual teas in the realm of comprehension. I really don't know how this kind of cheap and low-efficiency tea made his master and this little guy like it so much.

Wen Xiuyuan glanced at An An, whose eyes were shining brightly at the tea leaves, wrinkled his nose and said in distaste, "I have no vision."

Just like your master.

An'an ignored him and stared at the tea leaves persistently.

After the tea fragrance overflowed the room, An An drank the tea specially prepared by Wen Xiuyuan for him contentedly, then turned around and asked Wen Xiuyuan to put him back on the pillow, and fell asleep again with his limbs wide open.

It really is a child.

Wen Xiuyuan shook his head.

Seeing that there was still a pile of tea leaves on the table, Wen Xiuyuan picked up some and put them on the table for An An.He himself has no feelings for tea, let alone this kind of tea that is bitter first and then sweet. Thinking about the first time he tasted it, he almost didn't spit it out when he opened his mouth.

Or give it to Master.

Wen Xiuyuan packed up, packed the tea and walked towards the teleportation array.

The genius had just darkened, the wind was blowing slightly, the lights in the house were still on, casting a faint shadow on the door.

An Heyi sat at the stone table and thought.

He has been dreaming for several days, dreaming of his apprentice every day.

Feeling a little bad.

Just as he was introspecting alone in the silence of the night, a few footsteps outside the house interrupted his train of thought.An Heyi closed his eyes and released his spiritual knowledge.

"Whoosh" sound.

Seeing the people outside the door, An Heyi waved his hand, and the lights went out.

Wen Xiuyuan: "..."

?

What does Master think of me?

An Heyi didn't want to see him, so he wanted to ask to clarify.

Wen Xiuyuan knocked on the door, "Master? Are you awake?"

An Heyi was hesitating and thinking of not answering at all, when he heard Wen Xiuyuan pick it up.

"Master, didn't you just turn off the lights?"

An Heyi: "..."

When the door opened, An Heyi stood at the door with a slightly blushing face. If the lights weren't bright enough, Wen Xiuyuan wouldn't have been able to notice that his master's face and ears were turning red in this night.

"What's the matter?"

The monk in front of him tried his best to maintain a calm and calm appearance. Wen Xiuyuan looked at it a little funny.

"Master, this disciple is here to deliver tea." Wen Xiuyuan said and handed over the wrapped Xichun.

An Heyi was slightly taken aback, seeing that it was Xichun tea, his face softened a little, he nodded, and said in a calm tone, "Thank you".

Wen Xiuyuan smiled, "You're welcome, you're welcome, what troubles have Master had recently? I see that Master doesn't see me that much."

As soon as these words came out, the people opposite were silent for a while.

If the person who asked the question was a wink, he must have found a way to skip the topic and retreat, but Wen Xiuyuan was not.Naturally, he was blocked at the door, as if he had to wait for an answer.

"It's just that I didn't rest well and had some bad dreams." After speaking, An Heyi took the tea, said goodbye to Wen Xiuyuan, and stretched out his hand to hold the door without waiting for his reply.

This action is clearly driving people away.

Wen Xiuyuan was funny.Fortunately, he had already got the answer, and the wink that disappeared suddenly came back this time, and he said goodbye without Wen Xiuyuan's urging.

On the way back, Wen Xiuyuan hummed a little song in a good mood.He was a little curious.

I don't know what kind of dream Master will have?

It can make him lose his temper like this.

Wen Xiuyuan walked outside the bamboo building. At this time, the insect's banquet had just begun, humming softly, sparsely.

An An in the room turned over, pretending not to hear.

After a while, he muttered once or twice, echoing the bugs outside the house.

Wen Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly.

The little guy in his room always talks in his sleep.

When Wen Xiuyuan stepped into the room, An An was already lying on the pillow, and she didn't know how long she had rolled on it before she could sleep like this.

The little face turned aside, wondering if sleeping like this would cause a stiff neck.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiuyuan started to turn him over.

As soon as he touched An An's clothes, he clenched his fists and thumped the pillow heavily.

Yo, what about fighting in your dream?

Really inheriting his excellent tradition.

Wen Xiuyuan couldn't laugh or cry.

The little man on the pillow turned over, and when Wen Xiuyuan looked over, he saw his face wrinkled into a ball, looking extremely tangled.

"Did the little guy really have a nightmare?" Wen Xiuyuan poked An An's face, squeezing the wrinkled face even more.

An An clenched her hands and muttered.

Wen Xiuyuan approached and listened quietly.

"You can't dream about your apprentice anymore, hey—" the villain said a mature sentence in his immature voice.

Wen Xiuyuan was stunned, then he reacted and lay down on the bed with a smile.

Hey, it turns out that Master is bothering about this, hahaha.

The author says:

An'an and the tortoise and the tortoise held a race between the tortoise and the hare

3, 2, 1 "snap"

Turtle won the victory, An'an was still at the starting point.

An An cried angrily.

every other day

"Cultivation World Science Collection": On the Correctness of the Tortoise and the Hare Race in the Cultivation World.

As we all know, the hare runs slower than the tortoise.

Ann: (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

The double update is here, and the promised double update has arrived first.1/3 completed.If Hehe agreed, there will be. Tomorrow, I will see if I can write the second bullet.