The cat master of this seat

Yun Chi was relaxing for a while, when he suddenly heard a few slight swishing sounds, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a figure squatting in the grass, his eyes were like frost.

The robe was lifted, blocking Deng Tuzi's sight, and the clothes had completely wrapped the body of the immortal.

The next moment, the grass in front of Song Shiyue was blown away by a gust of wind, the brush in his hand fell instantly, and the paper was already caught in Ling Yunxianzun's fingertips.

Yun Chi didn't expect it to be him, but there are only two masters and apprentices in Cihuang Hall.

He only looked down at the drawing on the paper, his fingers wet the robe on the paper, his expression instantly became ugly, and the paper was crushed and crushed by him.

"Master...don't!"

He still has the face to say no!

Wet drops of water dripped spontaneously, ticking on the ground, Yun Chi's face was so dark that ink dripped, and he squeezed his palm hard.

Debris hangs in the air.

The unsightly picture, just one glance has been lingering in his mind, Yun Chi closed his eyes, with a complicated expression on his face, and after a long time of deliberation, he asked this sentence: "Are you...peeping at me?"

Yun Chi himself felt extremely absurd for saying such things to such a small dumpling, but the facts were right in front of him.

Not only did he watch it, he also drew it!

Such an indecent image!

"I... I just took a look."

"?" Yun Chi's hands trembled slightly, "How long do you want to watch?"

"I..." Song Shiyue blushed, unable to say a word.

Yun Chi really didn't know how to face him.

He forced himself not to think about it, but he couldn't stay in the same space and breathe the same air with him for a moment.

He needs to be quiet.

Meteor strode out, and put a barrier on his back, blocking Xiaotuanzi inside.

Feeling flustered, he walked in a hurry. He didn't slow down until there were no redbud trees around.

Song Shiyue peeped at him, and secretly drew?

He really couldn't figure out why he did this, and he never found out that he still had this habit.

Yunchi was in a complicated mood.

Several disciples came towards him, and they stopped when they saw the Immortal Venerable.

"What's the face of Xianzun? So bad? But what happened?"

Yun Chi stood still, clutching his clothes with his fingers, trying to keep himself calm.

"nothing."

Sensing the smell of earth and incense on the bodies of these people, Yun Chi asked carefully, "Where are you going?"

"We just buried Elder Shen, and we are going back to report to the head."

"Already buried?" Yun Chi frowned. Meng Yuqing had clearly stated that she would be buried in three days, but now she was buried early.

"But the master ordered it?"

"Yes." Seeing the dignified expression of the immortal, several people looked at each other, "Xianzun, what's wrong?"

Yun Chi was thoughtful, but just shook his head: "It's okay."

"Immortal Venerable..."

A disciple seemed to want to say something, but was pulled by the disciple in white beside him, who shook his head.

Yun Chi was absent-minded, but he could also find that they hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?"

Several disciples retreated silently, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.

"Just say what you have to say."

The disciple who had been wanting to talk just now bit his lip and took a step forward.

"Xianzun, I have something to tell you."

After listening to the man's words, Yun Chi realized that Meng Yuqing had done many absurd things without his knowledge.

Yun Chi couldn't listen any longer before he had finished listening to the speech. He had already forgotten what happened in Cihuang Hall, only puzzled and angry in his chest.

He went straight to the Yanhua Hall.

"Uncle, why are you here?" Seeing him, Meng Yuqing came up to meet him, still with a decent smile on her face.

Yun Chi got straight to the point: "The sect is being repaired, and you're actually asking for donations from the lower world?"

The smile on Meng Yuqing's face froze for a moment, and then returned to her usual expression: "Who did you listen to, Master?"

Seeing his behavior like this, Yun Chi knew that what the disciple said was true.

Qingxu Northern Territory was severely damaged after the incident of Mo Lingyin and Xizuo, and needed repairs. Meng Yuqing actually issued a notice to solicit donations from the lower realm.In the past, Qingxu was poor in the north, so he had to do that. Since Meng Bohan became the head, he has never used this method again.

Yun Chi remained silent, did not answer his question, but confronted him silently.

Meng Yuqing twirled the finger on her thumb, with a half-smile: "Master, I'm also doing this for the purpose of clearing the northern border."

Yun Chi said with a sullen face, "Withdraw the notice."

"Master, are you kidding me? It will cost a lot to reorganize Qingxu Northern Territory, so fundraising is the best way."

"Yuqing, my uncle once told you, don't be too hasty in doing things, and the Qingxu Northern Territory will not be unbearable. No matter how difficult it is when your father is around..."

The Qingxu Northern Territory never asks for anything from the people in the lower world, even if the people ask to get rid of demons and demons, they never collect money. If there is no donation, it is just a little slower. Once the donation is started, the nature will be different.

The smile on Meng Yuqing's face distorted for a moment, and she interrupted him with a roar: "It was once, and now I am the head!"

Yun Chi stopped and frowned.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I was too anxious." Meng Yuqing began to smile.

"Anyway, I don't agree with this matter." Yun Chi was firm.

"Okay, uncle." Meng Yuqing walked to the high seat and sat down, took a sip of tea, looked at Yun Chi, and smiled slowly: "Don't be angry, uncle, what I said just now was angry, since uncle didn't Agree, I will ask someone to withdraw the notice."

He made a cup of tea for Yun Chi: "Ah, I was only focused on talking just now, but I forgot that my uncle was standing all the time. Sit down and have a cup of tea."

Looking at his smile, Yun Chi felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

The fragrance of tea rose faintly, he recognized this taste, it was the old head's favorite tea during his lifetime, and only the old head could grow it.

No one drank it after his death, and the little tea left was sealed and stored in the Treasure Pavilion.

Meng Yuqing didn't like drinking tea before.

Listening to Yun Chi expressing his doubts, Meng Yuqing paused the hand holding the teacup, and then naturally continued the action just now: "What you didn't like before may not be disliked now."

"Tea is for people to drink, wouldn't it be a waste to put it in the Treasure Pavilion?"

"I believe the old head will not mind."

Meng Yuqing tilted her head to look at Yunchi, "Uncle, don't you want to try it?"

"No need." Yun Chi stood for a while, seeing Meng Yuqing's delay in giving an order, he called his disciples in.

"Immediately cancel the donation notice sent to the lower realm."

There was hesitation in the disciple's eyes, and he subconsciously glanced at Meng Yuqing. Seeing that the latter did not respond, he went down: "Yes!"

"Uncle Master, are you satisfied now?"

"I did what my uncle said today, but I have to say something to my uncle—now I am in charge of the Qingxu Northern Territory. Since my uncle doesn't want to be entangled in these trivial matters, then I will just do it on your terms from now on." live in the Phoenix Palace."

"I don't need to worry about the big and small matters in the northern border of Qingxu."

Yun Chi listened quietly and did not refute.

"Also, what happened in the past has already passed. People can't indulge in the past, they should look forward. So uncle, don't bring up the past again in the future."

Yun Chi turned around without saying a word.

"Ah, by the way, Uncle Master—Xianjun Haojiang is about to leave, why not Uncle Master send me off on my behalf."

Yun Chi strode away to bid farewell to Jiang Yunzheng at Linfeng Pavilion.

When he came, he was going to treat Shen Jun, but when he left, the man had died.

Jiang Yunzheng's eyes lingered on his neck, and then he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That day passed, I didn't have time to ask you, did Song Shiyue sleep with you in the same bed recently?"

Unexpectedly, he also heard Song Shiyue's name at his place, and it was inevitable that he would be aroused again.

Jiang Yunzheng looked at him inexplicably: "It's best... Let him go back to his room."

"You should be more careful in the future."

Seeing his bewildered expression, Jiang Yunzheng sighed inwardly, according to his dull temperament, he was afraid that after being eaten to the bone by that kid, he would still think about the relationship between master and apprentice.

After sending Jiang Yunzheng away, Yunchi wandered outside for a while, and finally came to Cihuang Hall, but his heart still didn't calm down, because of Meng Yuqing's sudden change, and also because of his apprentice's worry.

That night, Xiaotuanzi wanted to climb into bed, but Yunchi drove him back to his room to sleep.

These few days, Yun Chi was worried and uneasy. He always felt that something would happen. He locked himself in the bedroom for several days. He didn't let Song Shiyue in, and only asked his disciples to deliver all the meals to Xiaotuanzi. In the room, don't eat with him.

He didn't open the door until he heard the exclamation of the two disciples who brought the food, saying that Haojiang Xianjun had finally broken through, and there would be another immortal in the upper realm.

The top of the high mountain in the south is indeed shining with golden light, such a powerful power can only be possessed by those who are about to reach the state of transforming gods.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yunzheng must have used a psychic stone.

"Please pay attention to Xianzun." The two disciples who delivered the meal didn't see Xianzun for several days, and when they saw him finally go out, they couldn't help asking: "Why didn't Xianzun accompany Junior Brother Le to have a meal recently?" ?”

Yun Chi glanced in the direction of Song Shiyue's room: "How have you seen him recently?"

"Junior brother is sleeping, we put the food there, but he said no, and kicked us out."

Yun Chi frowned.

The two disciples looked at each other, with embarrassment on their faces: "Actually... Junior Brother Le hasn't eaten much these days."

"I see that my face has become thinner in the past two days."

"Let's stay with him, my junior brother is young and it's time to grow up."

Yun Chi looked normal, and waved them away.

After stopping for a while under the corridor, he still walked towards Song Shiyue.

The door was ajar, and Yunchi entered, bringing in a bright and cold spring.

The food was neatly placed on the table, obviously no one had touched it.

Yun Chi walked in, opened the gauze curtain, and saw a small bag bulging on the bed.

He approached lightly, and Xiaotuanzi shrank under the blanket, hiding his whole body inside.

Yun Chi was about to sit down beside him when he saw something hidden under the blanket, only the tip of the iceberg was exposed.

When he picked it up, his face immediately became ugly.

The water in the pool is rippling, and there is a person sitting in the middle of the pool, but the person in the painting has his eyes slightly open, with the end of his eyes hooked up, and there is a small mole between the browbones.

It was in the same location as the mole on Yunchi's eyebrow.

The outsider pinches the thin paper with his fingers, the person in the painting raises his slender arms, and the beauty's mouth is slightly opened, holding a small fingertip.

Extremely obscene/promiscuous.

It was clearly the same as the rough outline he saw that day on the paper, and it was obviously drawn with more care.

Yun Chi endured so much effort that he couldn't hold back and lifted his quilt, his eyes suddenly widened.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel for throwing mines: 1 Misty Rain Menglong~

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ps. I am saving the manuscript!