The strategy of chasing masters

As dusk fell, a blush appeared on the horizon, reflecting the brilliance of the entire Shangxian Palace.

Mu Yaoling said he had a private matter to deal with, so he politely bid farewell to his brothers and sisters, followed behind Gu Wanyan, but got lost at a corner, so he had to go back to Guangyue Hall bored.

Along the way, he carefully pondered why his master, who always called him wherever he went, left alone at the end of the game, so that he didn't know it when he reached the gate of Guangyue Hall, until he bumped his head against the unique golden wooden door of Guangyue Hall , I realized I was home.

Before one foot stepped on the threshold, there was a sound of brisk footsteps in the depths of the corridor.

But seeing a man approaching him, he was dressed in the monk's uniform of Shangxian Palace, with flowing hair, a pair of dark and deep almond eyes, and a tall golden figure, even if he didn't see his face clearly, it was still impressive. Couldn't take my eyes off him.

Zhou Mu couldn't help but praise: "Wow, he is even more amazing than in the TV series. I'm afraid Pan An can't compare to him!"

Mu Yaoling was very puzzled by the soul living in his body: "The TV series you mentioned seems to be a very powerful magic weapon. I wonder if you can recommend it in the future?"

"It...it is really powerful, it can let people see the past and present, and predict the future!" Zhou Mu said nonsense seriously.

"Really?" Mu Yaoling couldn't believe it.

"The person walking opposite is named Su, named Yu, and named Ruyu, am I right?" Zhou Mu proved that he was telling the truth, and hurriedly reported the person's name.

Mu Yaoling only gave a soft "hmm", as for other things, he wouldn't believe a word.

Su Ruyu is the only person Mu Yaoling can be regarded as a bosom friend in Shangxian Palace. He is the only son of Su Mingzhu, the lord of Shangxian Palace. When he first met him, because of this name, Mu Yaoling laughed for half a month.

Before the person approached, he heard his voice first: "You bastard, didn't you say you won't participate in the finals? Today I haven't even stepped on stage yet, and you stole the limelight!"

He walks lightly, stepping forward, the hem of his clothes fluttering with the cloth, like water flowing down a high mountain, his demeanor and demeanor all reveal the chicness of this person.

The nickname "Bird Things" was given to Mu Yaoling by Su Yu. It originated from the fact that Mu Yaoling pretended to be a straw bag in front of everyone since he was a child. After the bird was shot down, Haikou even boasted that he wanted to make a slingshot that could shoot down the young eagle on the snow mountain without injecting spiritual power.

Mu Yaoling stepped forward quickly: "Ruyi, do you really want to destroy this beautiful skin with just one mouth?"

The name "Ruyi" was given to Su Yu by Mu Yaoling, because he felt that the young master of Shangxian Palace had a really smooth life and everything went well.

"If you keep screaming, I won't be polite!" Su Ruyu opened her eyes angrily, her thick long eyelashes fluttering.

Mu Yaoling had a playful smile: "What's wrong with Ruyi, everything goes well!"

Su Yujun's face sank, and he began to talk about business: "I'm here, there are two things, the first is to congratulate you on winning the competition, and the second is to present this year's "Golden Judgment" to my father!"

Su Yu said and handed Mu Yaoling a book tube about seven inches long.

Mu Yaoling took the bookcase, cupped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, young master!"

Su Yu patted Mu Yaoling on the right shoulder: "You're welcome, I have delivered the things, you practice seriously, go first!"

Mu Yaoling looked at his leaving back, and remembered a popular saying in the cultivation world:

The peerless Luo Chenbi and the handsome Su Ruyu!

Although he lives up to his name, he is as beautiful as jade, and his parents have arranged for him in the future, but his emotions are not satisfactory. He has turned against each other, and he also wants to save his good friend from the fire and water, and stop letting him die inexplicably.

When Su Ruyu's figure walked away, Zhou Muchang sighed: "Such a peerless son, but he died for his beauty!"

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, in this life, I will protect him!" Mu Yaoling said with confidence.

But Zhou Mu was mean to the end: "With your rudimentary IQ, it's hard to protect yourself, but how do you protect others?"

"You...don't go too far!" Mu Yaoling really wanted to drive this vitriolic consciousness out of his body.

"I'm too much, am I as much as you? It's something to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors!" Zhou Mu seemed to pinch the snake's seven inches, always using this trick as his trump card.

Whenever this point was mentioned, Mu Yaoling only snorted softly and stopped refuting.

The scent of osmanthus flowers is humane, but in Mu Yaoling's eyes, it is still inferior to the towering acacia tree in the courtyard of Guangyue Hall. When the golden wooden door is opened, the fragrance will come to the nostrils. The breeze passes by, and a few touches of pink fall down. From a distance, the entire Guangyue Temple is covered by this Albizia julibrissin tree.

Because Mu Yaoling is Gu Wanyan's apprentice, he is treated differently from other disciples. He has his own private room. In fact, he has always wanted to live with his seniors. He has asked Gu Wanyan for this request several times. It was rejected by Gu Wanyan.

Smelling the fragrance of flowers, stepping on the road paved with pink acacia, turning left at the gate, passing through a row of white carved stone pillars, you arrive at your residence.

He walked into his room quickly, and opened the bookcase full of expectations, but what he saw was blank. When he was frustrated, Su Ruyu's voice transmission sounded in his ear:

"Bird thing, I forgot to tell you, put the book tube in the salt water and soak half a stick of incense, so you can see the words on it!"

He lightly tapped his temples with his fingertips, and sent a voice transmission: "Understood, thank you, Ruyi!"

There was only a cold snort from the other party.

Mu Yaoling held the bookcase and thought about it for a while, then got up and went to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets. There was no salt jar, but there was a smell of sea prawns.

Looking around, I found a dark compartment in the cupboard. I followed the faint light and looked inside. There were big soup bowls neatly arranged in it.

Mu Yaoling reached in and brought out a bowl at random, and instantly widened those piercing peach blossom eyes, it was cooked three fresh noodles!

The strange thing is that this bowl of three fresh noodles did not steam. According to Mu Yaoling's judgment, it should have been put on hold for many days. He reached out and brought out another bowl, which was still three fresh noodles. He couldn't believe it, and brought out more than a dozen bowls in a row , are all good three fresh noodles!

Xu was given a fresh-keeping technique. This bowl of Sanxian noodles did not become moldy or rotten. Apart from not steaming, they all looked just like fresh out of the pot!

Mu Yaoling's heart trembled, the tip of his nose felt slightly sour, and tears glistened in his huge peach blossom eyes.

He remembered that when he first came to Shangxian Palace when he was eight years old, he was not used to the food in the cafeteria, and he walked around with the dishes, but he didn't order them.

He complained while walking: "It's so bland, it makes people want to vomit!

The hungry little Mu Yaoling returned to Guangyue Hall, saw a few servants coming in and out, not knowing what they were busy with, followed them quietly, and saw a kitchen built on the open space next to the garden.

Every day at lunch time, Gu Wanyan will bring a Sichuan dish, put it down and leave. After Mu Yaoling finished eating the last bite, Gu Wanyan immediately came in to clean up the dishes. Little Mu Yaoling wondered if the master had done a good job on him. The technique, the time to go in and clean up the dishes is so accurate.

One day, the Lord called the seven elders to discuss some important matters. Gu Wanyan didn't have time to cook, so she went to the cafeteria and got some shrimps, sea cucumbers and cuttlefish and mixed them together to make a soup and made a bowl of noodles.

I thought the clear soup would be hard to swallow due to the lack of water, but I didn't expect it to be fresh, tender, delicious and nourishing for the stomach.

Since then, Mu Yaoling has been pestering Langyue to make him three fresh noodles every day, but Gu Wanyan said that southerners mainly eat rice, supplemented by pasta, and can only eat a bowl of three fresh noodles every three days.

At the age of 12, Mu Yaoling started to practice bigu, and Gu Wanyan never cooked again. Once Mu Yaoling was so greedy that he asked Gu Wanyan to make three fresh noodles while crying. Never spoke again.

If you don’t come to the kitchen to get salt today, you won’t see these many bowls of Sanxian noodles. Mu Yaolingzai counted them carefully. There are 730 bowls in total. From 12 years old to 17 years old this year, one bowl every three days .

Zhou Mu sighed: "brother, master is not like you think, since you were 12 years old, you haven't made three fresh noodles, but you have prepared them every time, but every time they are brought to the door of your room, I see you are serious about cultivating. After all, you are too stubborn, if you insist on stalking and acting like a baby to Master, he will give you the three fresh noodles!"

Mu Yaoling listened to Zhou Mu's words, and looked at the three fresh noodles arranged in a dragon on the stove. He was [-]% moved and [-]% regretful. In his last life, he didn't discover these details. He didn't investigate some truths clearly, so he fought Gu Wanyan. , Knowing his life with his own hands, the past is vivid, two lines of tears slipped from his peach eyes.

Zhou Mu could clearly feel Mu Yaoling's apology to Gu Wanyan in his heart at this moment. He wanted to kneel and kowtow in front of Gu Wanyan to apologize, but this would scare Gu Wanyan for no reason. The pain was biting every inch of his skin, and the confession was gnawing. Biting every inch of his bones, he was at a loss, and he was helpless against the sudden change.

"Hmph! Regret it!" The voice of another soul in the body cut him to death like a sword.

After a moment of silence, he slowly picked up a bowl of Sanxian noodles and was about to pour them into the waste bucket. The strength of his arm was restrained, and it was Zhou Mu who was fighting against him: "Mu Yaoling, do you still have a conscience? Do you think about it?" Are you going to destroy the thing that Master has praised for seven years, and spent all your energy to protect it with spiritual power?"

"There's no need to mention the past, besides, if he really wants to meet me, why bother to cover it up, it's not something to be ashamed of!" Mu Yaoling was so stupid that he was moved to tears just now, but now Saying such words, it really is the same as the character portrayed in the play, a fish with only seven seconds of memory, and a wolf cub with only three minutes of enthusiasm!

Zhou Mu tried his best to control Mu Yaoling's hand that wanted to pour three fresh noodles, but after all, he was just an ordinary boy, not comparable to Mu Yaoling who had practiced, this body was not his own after all, and he couldn't control it freely .

With a sound of "crash", the thing protected by someone's spiritual power was destroyed like this. Seeing the spiritual light gradually dissipating from the barrel, Mu Yaoling's lips trembled, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Why are you doing this? Since you fell down, don't regret it!" Zhou Mu said helplessly.

"You don't understand, this is not the spiritual power that protects food from rot, it is the spiritual power that can directly enter other people's bodies and improve their cultivation!" Mu Yaoling made a choked voice from his throat.

Zhou Mu couldn't speak for a while, Gu Wanyan was more affectionate than he imagined, which made him very upset, lemonade was poured out of his stomach, it was so sour that his teeth became soft.

Mu Yaoling was very puzzled by the sudden and strange reaction of his physical body. Although he and Zhou Mu could perceive each other's thoughts, they didn't fully know what the other was thinking. After all, the two souls were independent, even if they wanted to merge, It also takes time and opportunity.

Mu Yaoling was still in a stalemate, and there was no way to do this, so Zhou Mu had no choice but to comfort his rival: "If you fall down, you fall down, and you still put the rest back in the secret compartment. Mention this matter, pretending that you never know about it, I will make up for the mistakes you made!"

"The water poured out and the words spoken cannot be taken back. No matter how many times a hand that has killed someone is reborn, it will have an indelible smell of blood. A broken mirror will always have cracks no matter how much it is reunited!" Mu Yao Ling put the noodles back into the dark compartment while sighing with emotion.

Zhou Mu said confidently: "Although you and I have many differences, we have one goal in common!"

"What target?" Mu Yaoling was very curious.

"Marry Master! Hehe..."

Mu Yaoling became a little annoyed: "If you talk nonsense again, get out!"

"Hehe... Am I talking nonsense, your heart is like a mirror, but I express it more straightforwardly than you!" Zhou Mu said plausibly.

Mu Yaoling was convinced by what was said, so he didn't refute anymore, packed up all his emotions, finally found the salt jar, went back to his room, lit a stick of incense on the censer, and soaked the book tube in salt water.