The cat master of this seat

Yun Chi's face turned hot.

He thought back to the extremely nasty words he had just said just to coax his disciples.

"I'm yours now, what do you need a portrait for?"

At that time, it was to coax him to give up the rattle, but now...

How can I tell him to speak?

The two hid behind the tall horse, Song Shiyue calmly took his finger, shaking it slightly like a spoiled child.

Coaxing Master: "Master said, you are mine, right?"

"..." Can I not answer?

"Master..."

Song Shiyue tortured people so much that he seemed to spend his whole life here if he didn't say anything.

Yun Chi could only vaguely say, "Yes."

"I want Master to say it in person."

There were people coming and going on the street, and they stood in the corner for a long time. Although it wouldn't block the way, the horse was really eye-catching.

Yun Chi had already noticed that people passing by in twos and threes always looked this way curiously.

He was even more embarrassed, and only blushed and said in a low voice: "Go back to the inn first."

Song Shiyue also mercifully stopped embarrassing the master, but forced the master to say it many times at night.

The bed boards creaked.It was useless for Yun Chi to beg for mercy, but Tu'er wanted to hear him repeat those words over and over again.

So, Yun Chi said "I'm your person" all night, and was coaxed by him to call "Brother Shiyue" all night in a daze.

As the morning light faded away, there was a basin of water beside the tall young man, holding a soft cloth in his hand, and carefully wiped the body of the young man lying on the bed.

He is serious and solemn, like treating a rare treasure.

When it was completely dawn, Yun Chi frowned slightly, his tiredness seemed to be disturbed by the light.

Song Shiyue raised his hand and pinched a trick to hit the window, the bright outside was blocked, and the room was gently sealed in a dark space.

He hugged his master into his arms, bowed his head and gently kissed the slightly wet hair.

The heartbeat and agitation of the night finally subsided.

They hug each other and sleep.

……

When Yun Chi woke up again, the sun had slowly moved to the west, he moved a bit, the arms around his waist tightened, and the warmth of his body was pressed against his back.

The softness fell on his neck, and Song Shiyue's voice was very clear: "Master is awake."

"Yeah." Just as he was about to speak, his throat hurt and his voice was already hoarse.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Master..." Song Shiyue immediately got out of bed and poured a glass of water, and helped the master to get up and drink it.

After drinking two glasses of water, Yun Chi felt that his throat was not so uncomfortable.

He looked at his apprentice reproachfully, and condemned him for his bad taste last night.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Shiyue coughed a few times when he was watched, and he drank a glass of water himself, then ran over and dawdled with his master again.

He played with the master's finger: "It's my fault, I won't let you shout so many times in the future, it's just...just..."

"Listening to Master's voice, I can't help it...cough cough cough..."

Yun Chi frowned slightly, leaned on him and asked, "Yesterday you obviously didn't say much, and did your throat feel uncomfortable?"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered a certain scene, his eyes widened slightly, "Could it be because..."

He didn't have the nerve to say any more, but the person behind him gave a shy "hmm".

Yun Chi was completely steamed... His face was blushing and his heart was pounding, but the image couldn't be left behind.

"I've said that you don't need to be like that, but you want to...you want to..."

"Hmm." Song Shiyue kissed his earlobe carefully and coaxed, "It's my fault, it's me who insists on bullying Master."

"Master is tired."

At this time, Yun Chi still had his mind distracted, so it was because he was more tired, but maybe he was younger and more energetic, and he looked refreshed every time.

On the contrary, he himself was very embarrassed.

I've had enough sleep, there's no point arguing about these things, the two of them packed up and finally got out of bed.

Song Shiyue picked up a letter under the door, which was left by Chu Ke, saying that Jiang Yunzheng's previous payment for the room had expired, and they left first.

The letter also stated that the room fee for the two had been extended for another day, so that they could live with peace of mind.

Without further delay, they packed their clothes and set off to Zhuang Yin's villa.

Song Shiyue didn't want to stay there any longer. He only wanted to live a two-person life with his master, and it was the limit to come out for such a long time.

So Yun Chi only planned to go there to hug the kitty and leave.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, the little milk cat meowed and came over and pulled Yunchi's trousers. After being picked up, he rolled affectionately in his arms.

Seeing that Master's attention was all attracted by the cat, Song Shiyue also reached out to tease the cat.

"Shall we give the kitten a name?" Yun Chi scratched the cat's chin and asked.

"En." Song Shiyue responded, "What does Master want to call it?"

"What should I call it?" Yun Chi was troubled, looking at the cat carefully.

It is pure white and clean, "It's called Xiaobai?"

"It's as long as the master likes it." Song Shiyue brainlessly agreed with everything the master said.

"No, it seems a bit ordinary." He rejected himself again.

Song Shiyue couldn't think of it either.

"Go back and think about it."

After bidding farewell to the three people in the village, the two of them returned with a cat and sword.

High above the sky, the little milk cat didn't seem to be as excited as before. Yun Chi held it, and felt the kitten in his arms trembling slightly, desperately trying to get into his arms.

Yun Chi thought for a while, "He seems afraid of heights?"

Yun Chi thought about opening his clothes and putting the kitten in, but his apprentice restrained him, "What is Master doing?"

"I thought he was afraid of heights, maybe it would be better not to let him look outside?"

Song Shiyue refused, and opened his clothes to take the cat from the master and put it in.

Seeing that the kitten really settled down, he looked at the master: "Is this all right?"

Yun Chi looked at Tuer curiously, and in the process of testing his bottom line time and time again, he got to know Tuer better and felt that he became more and more likable.

It's fine with people, but you can still be jealous with cats.

Facing his apprentice, he raised his brows upwards: "I'm thinking of a name for the kitten."

"what?"

Yun Chi looked at him, word by word: "Xiao, vinegar, Bao."

"..."

After Yun Chi finished speaking, he was very satisfied, and reached into Song Shiyue's open skirt to play with the kitten.

The kitten is sniffing and sniffing in Song Shiyue's arms, very well-behaved.

Yun Chi pinched the kitten's soft ears, and said with a smile, "Can I call you Little Vinegar Bao? Just like your father..."

The quieter he spoke, Song Shiyue heard it.

"Master, what does it mean that I am it?"

Yunchi refused to say any more.

Looking at the cat daughter, I remembered that it was the same in his arms when I was a cat in the past. I always felt that the smell on his body was so comfortable. Thinking of getting closer, I buried my head against his chest.

"..." Song Shiyue was still swaying because of his "Daddy", and when he was so close, the sword shook, and he quickly grabbed Master's waist, "Master, be careful."

Yun Chi lowered his head and said nothing, Mao Mao was sandwiched between the two fathers, feeling full of security, and would stretch out his paws to rub Yun Chi's chin lightly from time to time.

The two of them descended slowly with their swords, and they saw a person standing outside the woods from a long distance away.

Yun Chi recognized him as the disciple of Qingxu Northern Realm, the one who had come to fetch the statue of the Heavenly Emperor every day before.

He didn't enter the woods, but just looked outside, as if he knew they would come back today, so he waited here.

Seeing the two returning, the disciple immediately went up to meet them, holding a long tube in his hand, which seemed to be for painting.

Yun Chi was wondering, he had already handed over the things, and there was a letter.

"This is what the head asked me to hand over to the Immortal Venerable. It has been explained in detail in the letter, and the Immortal Venerable will know it at a glance. The disciple will leave first."

Like a gust of wind, he left after speaking, and soon disappeared, leaving Yun Chi confused.

As he walked forward, he opened the letter to check, only to find that there was more than one letter in the envelope, and the first letter was written by Meng Yuqing.

The letter says that since the Immortal Gate Conference, Lingyun Immortal has become famous, and those female monks who did not dare to pursue him because of his indifference in the early years began to spring up again, and visited Qingxu Northern Territory one after another, wanting to form a Taoist couple with Lingyun , Some people also left sincere letters.

The thick pile of Meng Yuqing's letters was written by female cultivators from various sects.

Before Yun Chi could take a closer look, Song Shiyue had already snatched the letters from him with a dark face, and was about to throw them all into the stream under the bridge to let them all float away with the water.

"Don't!" Yun Chi wanted to stop him, but the letter papers were already floating. He cast a spell to keep them one by one, but accidentally left one on the water.

With a raised eyebrow and a hook with both fingers, the letter was picked up before it went with the stream, and landed firmly on Yunchi's palm, only slightly wet in a few places, which did not affect reading.

Song Shiyue looked at the master's actions with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

He gritted his teeth: "Master, who is more recruiting?"

Yun Chi put away the letter paper and put it back in the envelope. He couldn't laugh or cry: "That boy Meng Yuqing has poor eyesight, so he didn't see me and you... Blame me for not telling him, it's Master's fault."

He explained: "It's just that these women's intentions should not be trampled on. I should reply to each letter and answer seriously, not perfunctory."

"What do you say?"

Song Shiyue snorted, "Master always has a reason."

He snatched the long tube from Yun Chi's hand, opened it, and his face became even more ugly. Yun Chi went up to take a look, and found that it was full of portraits of women.

Song Shiyue looked at him with chilly eyes, and smiled on the surface: "It's all for Master to choose, Master, think, look, look, do you?"

"Don't read it, don't read it." Yun Chi immediately refused, "The letter is indestructible, but it's useless to keep this portrait. Put it back, and I'll ask Yuqing to return it for me later."

Song Shiyue resisted the urge to tear up those portraits one by one, stuffed them back into the long tube angrily, and took out the little vinegar bag in his arms.

He lowered his head and poked the kitten's nose, as if talking to the cat, and said loudly on purpose: "Little vinegar bag, be obedient, and don't be angry if someone comes to snatch the Taoist couple."

"Be good, you know?"

He snorted coldly after speaking, and walked in with the small vinegar bag in his arms.

Yun Chi looked at his disciple's angry back, he couldn't laugh or cry, he was thoughtful.

It seems that the status should be decided as soon as possible.