Master, you have changed

The days seem to be back in the past, the monsters on Anju Peak are still lively, and the gold coins are crushed on the flowers and plants without repentance, and finally thrown down the mountain.

The five red fish stared at the dead fish, which gradually became wiser, and grinned, revealing their sharp white teeth.

Aurora Butterfly patrols its territory tirelessly, and Mo Mo is still drooling happily while holding the fruit. Occasionally, he will be teased to blacken, and a fruit will calm down.

Feng Qiye's way of getting along with Master is more casual than before, probably because he has figured out his temperament and thought it was quite fun, and he has never seen another kind of consciousness of Master since then.

Along with those papers that were missing, the lock of the drawer was removed and the inside was empty.

The only difference is that Mu Yunke has been very annoying in the past few days, and for some reason he has become obsessed with cultivation!

That guy was very afraid of Hu Qingjue, even though Feng Yeye repeatedly said that Master was not scary, he was still respectful and terrified.

He was stuck in the kitchen again, and ever since he took back the right to cook, Mu Yunke was always in front of his eyes.

"Teach me how to practice?"

Feng Ye had heard this sentence many times, and said righteously: "No!"

"why?"

"You are still young, it's too hard, look at my brother, I am supervised by the master all day long, and I have no freedom, no fun in life!"

"But Shangxian is doing it for your own good?"

"Brother, I don't want to practice at all. I can do whatever I want every day. Why practice? Fighting and killing? How bad!"

Mu Yunke was rejected many times but still didn't give up, with a bitter face, he said sincerely: "But I'm so boring, you won't let me do anything!"

The job of cooking was taken away!

"Who said that? Supervising the stealing of gold coins is a very important task!"

"... "

Mu Yunke was speechless, seeing the gold coins that were thrown down the mountain quickly returning, he finally had a long memory, bypassing the flowers and plants, and went straight to the vegetable field, drooling at the vegetables, but did not steal them.

"But Xiao Jin didn't steal it, it's so boring, my brother said you can't waste your life!"

"..." The wind of wasting life this night...

"Teach me how to practice, okay?"

After getting along for a long time, Mu Yunke is not as quiet, obedient and sensible as before, and has even learned to play tricks.

Feng thought to himself this night, could it be that he was affected by staying with gold coins for a long time?

If Mu Yunyu knew that his younger brother had changed his temper on his side...

But you can't teach it!

I don't want to teach the big devil with my own hands!

"Hey, Yunke, if you want to learn, wait until your brother comes over to learn."

"No way! Big brother is big brother! It's not master!"

"..." Who said that only a master can teach cultivation?This world view...Feng Yeye felt that there must be righteousness and righteousness, and said solemnly: "It doesn't have to be a master and apprentice! Eh? You mean you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"Ok!"

"I'm still someone else's apprentice... If you really want to learn, I'll teach you the basics, but you are not allowed to take me as a teacher."

All day long, I changed my method to flirt with Master, and all day long I was obsessed with overthrowing Master, and suddenly I was apprenticed to Master, and my mood was a bit complicated!

Mu Yunke smiled openly, afraid of going back on his word, he quickly said: "Master!"

"Don't! Don't call it that!" Feng Yiye only felt a stronger sense of guilt, and it was really uncomfortable to use the word "Master" on himself!

Mu Yunke tilted his head and thought for a while, then quickly changed his words: "Brother Feng!" He threw away the theory that brother was not a master and could not be taught just now.

Feng Yeye only promised to teach him the basics, if he doesn't teach the way of heart, he won't raise a devil, right?

So he waved his hand and said: "Go and play, I will teach you after lunch"

Mu Yunke trotted away cheerfully, Feng had a feeling that something was wrong at night, but he didn't find anything wrong, so he continued to cook silently.

After a while, the ice cubes melted and the temperature in the kitchen began to rise. He was sweating profusely and shouted without turning his head: "Master!"

The practitioners under the Qingteng tree opened their eyes and walked slowly, stopping at the door of the kitchen. Ice cubes filled the corners again, and the air finally became cool again.

Feng this night seemed to be reborn, and said with emotion: "It's good to have you this summer, I can't imagine how I will live without Master in the future!"

"Why isn't Master afraid of the heat? I'm hot like a dog?"

Hu Qing absolutely didn't like the last half of the sentence, frowning slightly, said: "I'm here"

Feng Yiye misinterpreted the meaning in an instant, dropped the spatula, rushed up to hug him, rubbed against him a few times, took the opportunity to eat a handful of tofu, looked up with a smile on his face: "Master, does that mean you will accompany me every year?"

Hu Qingjue stared at him for a moment, turned his head, his eyes dimmed, and was about to wrap his arms around the opponent's arm to stop and hang in mid-air for a moment, then retracted, and said calmly, "Yeah."

Feng was very happy this night, Xindao cheated Master's promise, no loss, no loss~

He didn't pay attention to Hu Qingjue's abnormality, and continued to cook.

The spatulas collided in the air, and the sun was dazzling, but it didn't hurt anyone.

Hu Qingjue stood in the sun, his silver eyes did not show any emotional fluctuations, and he kept a motionless posture. The cold pupils reflected a person, as if reflecting the whole world.

A pure, clear, and easy-going young man without any impurities, and himself...

No memory, no understanding of his relationship with that person.

In the ignorance and ignorance after waking up in Zhushe, he accepts the guidance from "that person" in a daze and resists.

Most of the year was spent searching and killing people.

I accepted him as a disciple, I used to speculate maliciously, and I was once indifferent, but now, as long as this person smiles at me, as long as his attention is on me, only on me...

I couldn't help but want to respond!

The glare of the sun doesn't do much damage to the demon, but just like that, it's unbearable for humans.

Summer, maybe a good season, right?

Hu Qingjue's body was completely exposed to the sun, even if he stared at one person, his posture was cold.

The busy person turned his head by accident and said in surprise, "Master, why are you standing under the sun?"

Worrying and eager tone!

"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you stupid? Talk?"

He's so gutsy that even he dares to tease him!

Hu Qingjue was pulled in and stood beside the ice.

Cold and hot are both the same temperature for the demon, warm and cool are just right.

But when he talked to himself so worriedly, he couldn't say anything disappointing, and he didn't want to remind him: "I'm a demon."

"Master, it's so strange today. It turns out that the brain has finally rusted after practicing every day? Look, what's so fun about practicing? Eating, drinking and having fun is life!"

While Feng was busy working this night, he couldn't stop talking, when he suddenly heard Hu Qingjue's words.

"Why don't you like to practice?"

The tone of the speech was like a judgment, without emotion, and there seemed to be unspeakable pressure, which made Feng Yeye think carefully.

After a while, he said seriously: "Why do you like to practice? Are you really happy when you become stronger?"

When I became the demon king's intimidating party, I didn't feel happy. On the contrary, the more I went back, the more I wanted to go back to the time when I first met the master.

There is no need to rush to practice and become stronger, but the humble life is very fulfilling every day.

Yes, it is humble, looking up at that person all the time, but he would rather keep looking up than standing at the same height and drifting away.

Hu Qingjue looked down at him: "Cultivation can make you stronger."

"But I don't like being strong at all. Isn't that good? We live happily together, don't participate in world disputes, and live a life of seclusion. What does it matter if you are strong or weak?"

"..." Hu Qingjue glanced around, then turned and walked towards the ivy tree.

Feng stayed in this night for a while, understood the meaning of the eyes, immediately ran a few steps and grabbed his sleeves, and explained very seriously: "I really only raise them because of my rural life! Ordinary flowers, plants, ponds and small fish are so boring. That's how you're alive!"

The gold coin that drools at the vegetables in the vegetable garden flicks its forked tongue, laughing silly, and the fish floating on the edge of the pond and staring at the dead fish hide in the water.

Mu Yunke said: "Xiao Jin is so good", picked a cabbage, washed it and gave it to him, then wondered: "Pastoral life? I thought it was for group fights."

Feng Ziye kept his expression unchanged and ignored the strange sound, and repeated sincerely: "Really, rural life, they are essentially flowers and plants, that's right, birds, fish, butterflies, snakes and so on... This is normal!"

Hu Qingjue didn't stop walking, and he still didn't mess up when he was forcibly pulled, and even dragged the people behind him to move to sit under the tree.

After a while, he said: "It's blurred"

"!!!my type!"

The young man walked from the light into the darkness, and his whole body was covered with a layer of light gray. He suddenly felt that the wind should be more suitable for black this night.

.........

At dusk, when the temperature dropped, Hu Qingjue, who was practicing, opened his eyes, looked at the chirping wind that taught Mu Yunke the basic knowledge, then looked at the sky, and got up.

Feng this night was immersed in the sense of accomplishment of being a "teacher" for the first time, and he was full of energy. It was not until the end that he realized that the people around him were terrified. kill me?"

Hu Qingjue was expressionless, and only said one word: "Go"

"Ah? Where to go?"

He had already been brought with him to go through the clouds with a flying sword, and the strong wind sent him an answer that almost collapsed: "Small town"