I just want to be beautiful after transmigrating into Xiuxianwen

Cheng Jieyu broke up the Chinese cabbage leaves that contained spiritual energy and fed them to the little piggy, coaxing it out of Sheng Yunxiao's arms.

However, the little piggy had eaten too much Yuanling grass before, and lost interest after eating two mouthfuls of cabbage leaves, and turned around to climb back on Sheng Yunxiao's lap.

"Uncle, let's give him a name."

Cheng Jieyu hugged the little piglet into his arms and rubbed the other's soft belly.

Maybe it is a special breed in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is related to the cubs. There is a layer of soft and fine hair on the skin of the little piglet, which does not prick the hands, and the skin feels smooth to the touch.

The little piggy twisted his body and resisted twice, his back was rubbed comfortably, and he gave up struggling.

Cheng Jieyu's gaze softened, and he thought: Sure enough, he is still my cub.

"Master, how about calling it 'Fat Pang'?"

Cheng Jieyu lifted the little piggy in front of Sheng Yunxiao and twisted it.

Sheng Yunxiao: "..."

"Uh...how about calling it 'Fat Fat'?"

Cheng Jieyu said that he shook his head first, "No, no, I feel a little sorry for Miss Lan Feifei by being called 'Fat Fei'."

"What's that called?" He looked at Sheng Yunxiao again.

Sheng Yunxiao poured two cups of tea, pushed a cup in front of Cheng Jieyu, "Think slowly."

The real tea-making boy Cheng Jieyu didn't have the slightest sense of self-awareness. He boldly took the tea and buffalo and drank it down. "Otherwise it's called Peggy? Hahahaha..."

Sheng Yunxiao, who didn't understand why he was laughing, was expressionless.

Cheng Jieyu: "..."

The furthest distance in the world is that I am right beside you, but we have no common language.

"You can't call Xiaofen like Xiaobai from Cangting, can you? It's too tasteless." He said with disgust.

Sheng Yunxiao paused when he picked up the teapot, and the fat and fat didn't seem to be much better.

He filled another cup of tea for Cheng Jieyu.

Cheng Jieyu came back thirsty, picked up the teacup and asked for another drink, but the little piglet in his arms struggled suddenly, raised its neck and groaned towards the teacup in his hand.

Cheng Jieyu was very surprised.

Afraid of scalding the little guy, he deliberately raised the teacup high, watching the little piglet flopping about in his arms, he wondered: "Master, it wants to drink tea too."

Little Piggy raised his head and grunted twice in response.

Seeing this, Cheng Jieyu poured some tea on the small table, and hugged the little piglet.

The little piglet licked up the little tea with a snort, and wanted to go to Gongcheng to catch the teacup that Yu had just put down.

Cheng Jieyu hugged it into his arms, and poked its wet nose, "Say it! Are you flattering my uncle?"

As he said that, his eyes suddenly lit up, "How about... let's call you Xuecha!"

He remembered that snow tea was a kind of traditional Chinese medicine that he had learned a few days ago, "What do you think, Uncle Master?"

Sheng Yunxiao twitched the teacup and nodded lightly, "Yes."

Cheng Jieyu scratched the little piggy's chin, "From now on, you will be called Xuecha, and you must always remember to be a clean and elegant pig!"

Only in this way can I be your father and my son.

Xuecha: "..."

This is too embarrassing for my little fat pig.

Cheng Jieyu lay on the couch and played with Xuecha for a long time, until Sheng Yunxiao asked him, "Didn't you get punished today?"

Cheng Jieyu jumped up, "Damn! I forgot!"

"You..." Sheng Yunxiao's forehead twitched with veins, his voice was slightly cold, "Did you just swear?"

Cheng Jieyu: "..."

"Hehehehe, uncle, I'll go back and copy the book, you go to bed early, goodbye, good night, wish you a sweet dream!"

Cheng Jieyu picked up the snow tea and scriptures on the soft bed and quickly ran out of Sheng Yunxiao's room, as if there was a vicious dog chasing after him.

Sheng Yunxiao "looked" at the two Chinese cabbages that had been forgotten on the couch, frowning with a slightly disgusted expression.

……

When Cheng Jieyu returned to his room, he lit up the lamp and fought hard at night, writing hard.

Until the wick was submerged in the lamp oil, the light became dim, and he had to rub his eyes before turning around to pick out the wick.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he suddenly saw an extra figure in the room.

"Damn! Uncle, you scared me to death!" Cheng Jieyu was startled, and felt lingering fear as he touched his chest.

"Swearing again?" Sheng Yunxiao frowned.

Cheng Jieyu hurriedly covered his mouth, and mumbled sophistry: "No! Uncle, you got it wrong!"

Sheng Yunxiao didn't argue with him, but tapped the paper on the table with his fingers, "Are you cutting corners like this?"

"?"

Cheng Jieyu followed his hand and found a few words unconsciously written in simplified Chinese characters, which seemed to lack arms and legs.

"Or, copying will also make mistakes?"

"No! I wrote too fast, so I'll change it now."

Cheng Jieyu hurriedly picked up the pen and filled in the words that lacked arms and legs.

Sheng Yunxiao's "sight" swept across the pile of waste paper again.

Cheng Jieyu hurriedly picked up the balls of waste paper and threw them into the wastebasket, "These...these are the ones that were copied wrong."

In fact, it was because, although he had attended more than ten zakats, but because he didn't have to hand in his homework, this copying of books was the first time he picked up a pen to write after he came to this world.

Unlike drawing two simple marks on the scriptures in class, he was worried that his handwriting was different from the original owner's, so he practiced on two pieces of paper in advance.

Fortunately, he has learned calligraphy for several years, and the original owner's handwriting is somewhat similar to his, and it is vain and weak, not formed at all, and it is very easy to imitate.

He wrote it a few times and he got it right. Even if he showed the difference to others, he would probably only think that his handwriting had improved.

Sheng Yunxiao sighed softly, "How long are you going to copy it like this?"

The corner of Cheng Jieyu's mouth twitched, and he muttered: "Master, you seem to be the dean now..."

"Dean?"

"It's just like Uncle Chang." Cheng Jieyu muttered, lowered his head and scratched the tip of his nose with his finger, but he didn't know that his fingertip was stained with ink and rubbed black on the tip of his nose.

Sheng Yunxiao "looked" at the ink marks on the tip of Cheng Jieyu's nose, and sighed inaudibly, "Sleep when you're sleepy, don't be in a hurry."

Cheng Jieyu nodded again and again: "Yeah, uncle, you should go back and rest first."

Sheng Yunxiao didn't say any more, and disappeared into Cheng Jieyu's room.

Cheng Jieyu continued copying books at his desk.

Half an hour later, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and his head hung lower and lower...

In the end, the pen in his hand drew a thick and long ink mark on the paper, and he fell asleep with his head tilted on the table.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow we will fight again...

Unexpectedly, in the dream, he was still copying books with the lamp on.

This time, the handwriting was more correct and stronger, but when I copied it, I started to be greedy for speed and messed up the shape of the characters.

"Why do you copy books every time you are punished? Can't those masters and uncles who are in charge of the precepts come up with new ideas?" Cheng Jieyu heard "myself" complain angrily.

But there was a muffled laugh from beside him, "If there is a new punishment, wouldn't it be you who suffer the most?"

The movement of writing quickly stopped for an instant.He threw the penholder away, turned to the person beside him, and said willfully, "I don't care! I won't copy it! You rub it for me."

The other party chuckled helplessly, held his right hand and gently rubbed it, rubbing away the soreness in the fingertips and palm muscles, "Just copy it here, and leave the rest to me."

Cheng Jieyu was instantly moved: the man in the dream is too caring!

He looked up at the other party, and finally saw the other party's appearance through the firelight——

Fuck!The good friend in the dream actually has the same face as the uncle!

Cheng Jieyu woke up suddenly.

He sat up suddenly and found that he was actually on the bed.

Didn't he fall asleep lying on the desk last night?Why did you come to bed?

And the dream just now was too scary.

But the feeling of being kneaded by the other party's wrist and palm is a bit too clear.

The clearer the feeling, the more terrifying it is in retrospect.

No way……

He got up and got out of bed and walked to the desk.

Last night's messy desktop was clean and tidy, and a thick pile of paper was placed in the middle, exactly three scrolls!

These...he copied them last night after staying up late?

No, he was really asleep.

Could it be...he copied it in a dream? !

No, what book did he copy in his dream?

In the dream, every word was clearly clear, as if he had written it himself, but now he couldn't remember it clearly at all.

He rubbed his temples. Could it be that he copied the book and got his memory confused?

In fact, there was a very slight possibility, which he didn't dare to think about.

But he looked down at his right hand, and he didn't feel any soreness even after copying the book most of the night; the ink stains that were accidentally stained last night also disappeared completely...

Only that slim possibility seems to be closest to the truth.

But is this really possible?

Do homework for him, wipe his face and wash his hands, carry him back to bed to sleep...

Only his two fathers helped him do these things when he was a child.

How could the uncle help him do such a thing?

Not to mention that even his handwriting was perfectly imitated.

Both Wen Jingzhi and Mu Xingchen helped the original owner copy many times before they could confuse the real ones with the real ones. Uncle Shi... how could it be possible?

But besides him and his uncle, there was no other person in Gui Xuefeng.

Cheng Jieyu suddenly turned his head to look at Xuecha who was sleeping in the bedside nest, and stepped forward to poke the other's little nose: Could it be you?

Xuecha snored a little, sleeping unconsciously.

Damn, how could it be this little idiot?

So, there is only one truth!

Cheng Jieyu opened the door and ran to the next door, just in time to see Sheng Yunxiao standing by the window.

He rushed forward and hugged him, "Uncle Shi Shishu! You will be my father from now on! My dear father! I will definitely take care of you!"

Sheng Yunxiao: "..."