The cat master of this seat

Shen Jun hadn't woken up since he fainted at the Fairy Gate Conference. Yun Chi had just received the news that Shen Jun was not breathing.

Meng Yuqing looked sad: "What's going on? Uncle Shi just woke up with difficulty, why..."

Jiang Yunzheng shook his head, he also found it strange that there had been a gradual improvement in the past, but now it seemed to have completely lost the vitality of life.

"Even Xianjun doesn't know, so there is really no way."

"In this case, let's bury the uncle as soon as possible. He must be very uncomfortable after lying down for so many years. I will bury him with the etiquette of an elder."

Yun Chi looked at the person lying in the ice coffin with a pale face and purple lips.

Still feel a little strange.

Now that the soul has returned, the state at that time is not like a flashback. Could it be that he died because of being stimulated at the Fairy Gate Conference?

Besides, even Jiang Yunzheng couldn't tell the reason for his death, which seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.

"I have ordered someone to choose a date, and I have decided to bury my uncle in three days."

Yun Chi looked at Meng Yuqing, wanting to say something, when a disciple came in from outside and interrupted him.

"Immortal Venerable, Huo Wuya, the young master of the Huo family, is asking to see you."

Meng Yuqing looked at Yun Chi and smiled warmly: "Master, leave this to me, you go to receive the guests first."

Yun Chi glanced at the person in the ice coffin calmly, and nodded.

Huo Wuya brought two or three people with him, all carrying large and small bags in their hands. When he saw Yunchi approaching, he warmly greeted him.

"Xianzun! What happened last time was thanks to you, and my father is fine. He asked me to come up to thank you in person."

"The people in the county heard about it and asked me to bring something to Xianzun."

Yun Chi shook his head, and said a little alienatedly: "No, these are what I should do."

"Oh!" Huo Wuya seemed to have expected his reaction long ago, he raised the big and small bags and spread his hands at him: "I took them all the way up, the Immortal Venerable doesn't want me to take them back, does he?"

Yun Chi was still hesitating, but Huo Wuya directly stuffed a gadget into his arms.

It's a little rattle.

"???"

Huo Wuya chuckled: "This is given to you by a child named Xiao Yuan."

Under Yun Chi's puzzled eyes, Huo Wuya continued: "After being controlled by the demon spirit, many people's temperaments became irritable, and many men even beat their wives and children violently. Xiao Yuan was frightened by his father Now, it's getting better now, can I thank you?"

Yun Chi took the rattle and shook it tentatively, and the image of Xiaotuanzi playing with the rattle appeared in his mind.

Seems like it would be fun.

The face was calm as usual: "Oh."

"These are everyone's thoughts. Everyone knows that the immortal may not be interested in things from our lower realm, but they have spent a lot of time preparing them. Let the immortal accept it."

Now that we've talked about this, Yun Chi can't shirk anymore.

There are many things, so Huo Wuya proposed to help Xianzun take them to the Palace of Cihuang.

Yun Chi subconsciously wanted to refuse, he rarely greeted guests in his residence.

Thoughts circled in his chest, he nodded mysteriously.

Huo Wuya's eyes lit up all of a sudden, the corners of his mouth almost turned up to the sky, he hurriedly asked the immortal to lead the way.

Thinking that Tuer was still ill, Yun Chi asked Huo Wuya and the others to keep their voices down, but when he entered the door, he found that the bedroom was empty, and Tuer was not lying on the bed.

He sensed it for a while, and followed the guidance to the small kitchen.

"Ahem——" There was a faint coughing sound from the small kitchen, and there were bursts of black smoke coming out.

Yun Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, and stepped in faster.

I saw Song Shiyue squatting in front of the lit fire, with a fish lying on a shelf made up of several branches.

The little guy blew on the fire, wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, and it was instantly black.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Master's voice unexpectedly, Song Shiyue stood up suddenly, took a step back, stepped on the sporadic fire with his bare feet, the loose simple frame collapsed, and the fish fell into the fire.

He seemed to be frightened, he jumped to the side, his toes curled up subconsciously.

Realizing that the fish was dirty, he quickly squatted down and was about to get started.

"Song Shiyue!"

Yun Chi walked over in two or three steps and picked up the restless apprentice.

"Do you still want your hand?"

Facing the master's cold gaze, Song Shiyue lowered the corner of his mouth.

Yun Chi saw him struggling to hide his hands behind his back, as if he was hiding something.

"Take it out."

Xiaotuanzi shook his head.

"take it out."

Xiaotuanzi gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

It was black and white, and there was a small hole, faintly oozing blood.

Yun Chi's face became more and more gloomy, and Xiao Tuanzi subconsciously wanted to wrap his arms around his neck, but then withdrew his little hand and spread it in front of him helplessly.

Yun Chi lowered his head and carefully lifted his disciple's feet. The latter's toes were curled up, trying to hide behind.

The sole of the foot was scalded by the fire, and there was a black spot on the delicate skin.

"Master...I'm fine..." Song Shiyue whispered.

"It's all right?" Yun Chi couldn't help saying that he carried him outside.

"Master!" Xiaotuanzi struggled to turn around: "My fish..."

Yun Chi ignored him, and carried him back to the bedroom by himself.

There was no expression on his face, and he wiped his disciple's hands and feet with a cold face.

During this period, Song Shiyue kept wanting to say something, but shut up again under Master's cold gaze.

This atmosphere made Huo Wuya an outsider extremely embarrassed.

He was in a mood for a short period of time just now. He was curious about a child appearing in the Immortal Hall at first, and he was even more frightened when he heard him call "Song Shiyue". Zun was cowardly like a quail in front of Xian Zun, hesitant to speak, how strange it looked.

Yun Chi helped him apply the medicine with his own hands, injecting strands of spiritual power into his fingers, and the cool scald medicine was applied to Xiaotuanzi's delicate skin, and he wanted to hide several times.

"Don't move."

Song Shiyue's palms were especially hurt, and Yun Chi frowned when he saw it.

"hiss--"

"pain?"

"Yes." Song Shiyue didn't dare to lie, and nodded honestly.

"It's right if it hurts, and you can remember it only when it hurts." Yun Chi's face was sullen, but the movements of his hands still subconsciously slowed down.

After a while, Yun Chi asked him, "Who told you to do this?"

Xiao Tuanzi pursed his lips. At first, he sat obediently and asked the master to apply the medicine. Hearing this, he dawdled and wanted to climb on the master, but was held down by Yun Chi and couldn't move.

Huo Wuya just quietly watched the Immortal Venerable while reprimanding him while gently applying medicine to the Demon Venerable. He watched the two of them occasionally make eye contact and confront each other silently.

He didn't come back to his senses until the Immortal Venerable put down the medicine box with a "click".

The servants who came with him were all waiting outside, and he was the only one left here, and after witnessing such a thing, he scratched his head: "That... Immortal Venerable, shall I go first?"

"and many more."

Huo Wuya looked at him in a daze.

Yun Chi stood up: "It's getting late, stay and eat."

"???" Huo Wuya should have felt extremely pleasantly surprised, but now he felt a little bit emotional that he didn't know how to describe.

Yun Chi glanced at him: "What? Are you so happy?"

"???" Huo Wuya looked at the sky outside, the sun was shining brightly.

Is it getting late?

It's late?

Is it?

"..." Huo Wuya nodded sincerely: "Yes!"

It's stupid.

Yun Chi: "..."

Song Shiyue: "..."

On that day, Huo Wuya's treatment was suddenly improved, and he was lucky enough to eat the dishes cooked by Xianzun himself.

He didn't care about his reserve anymore, he ate, praised the immortal without hesitation, and smiled from ear to ear.

In contrast, Song Shiyue's expression is not so beautiful.

He sat aside, and the food in front of him remained untouched.

Yun Chi remained calm and only cared about eating by himself, chatting with Huo Wuya once in a while, and even caught Song Shiyue in front of him while eating, but his eyes still didn't fall on him.

After Huo Wuya feasted on it for a while, he realized that something was wrong.

The Mozun hadn't eaten a single bite.

Song Shiyue is really good-looking, and the little ball is even more lovable. Although Huo Wuya doesn't like him, he can't help feeling a little distressed.

Seeing the Mozun's wide open hands on purpose, he glanced at the immortal who was eating calmly: "That...the immortal, Song...his hand is injured, it seems that he can't eat..."

Yun Chi's eyes slid across his face slowly, Huo Wuya fell silent.

"If you can't eat it, won't you say it?" Yun Chi calmed down, seeming to glance at Xiaotuanzi.

Song Shiyue glanced at Huo Wuya, who winked at him, he pursed his lips, and said to Yun Chi, "Master...the hand hurts."

There was a kindness in Huo Wuya's eyes that he hadn't noticed, and he looked at Yunchi with a little more expectation.

Whoooo!He said his hands hurt!

Immortal, hurry up and hug him!Hurry up and coax him!

However, Yun Chi just let out a soft "Oh", without any emotion in his voice.His eyes finally fell on Xiaotuanzi in an upright manner, and his voice was almost heartless: "And then?"

"..." Huo Wuya was dumbfounded.

Xiaotuanzi choked for a moment, gritted his teeth and fought it out: "My hand hurts, I want Master to feed me!"

A childish voice shouted out, Xiaotuanzi was full of momentum, but after a while he withered under the unclear gaze of the master: "Is it okay?"

Yun Chi was silent for a while, and silently moved the futon he was sitting on to Tuer's side.

Xiaotuanzi's eyes were bright.

"Open your mouth."

"Aww." After being fed a mouthful of meat by the master, Song Shiyue was bubbling with happiness.

Huo Wuya thought to himself: That's great!

"Master, I want to eat that dish."

"Master, I want some soup."

"Well, Master, it's a little hot."

Yun Chi blew on the soup and sent it to Tuer's mouth again.

Song Shiyue's "Master" is long and "Master" is short, happily enjoying the special treatment of Master, and still looking at Huo Wuya provocatively.

After a meal, Huo Wuya could hardly hear the word "Master" clearly.

Sure enough, Song Shiyue was Song Shiyue, still so bad.

In the past, he really wanted to come to Cihuang Palace once, and sitting and eating with Xianzun was something he never thought about, but now he feels that it is a torment, and he just wants to escape quickly.

"It's over. Immortal, then I'll go back first."

While feeding his apprentice, Yunchi's gaze had been on Xiaotuanzi all the time, and now he had time to look at him: "It's getting late, so stay here tonight."

"Immortal Venerable!"

"Master!"

The author has something to say: Huo Wuya: So I'm just a tool man?

pps. I changed my name today