Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

When paying the money, Yun Shuhua looked at the brocade bag that lost part of the money, and his heart seemed to be empty.

There is no shortage of food and clothing in Qingwu Mountain. Jinghe manages the daily expenses in an orderly manner, and usually rarely sees money.Therefore, what Yun Shuhua spent this time was not the teacher's money, but his own small treasury.

He paid a deposit with the store clerk and made an appointment to pick up the goods before leaving.After leaving the store, I went shopping in the market and bought some ingredients. Two quarters of an hour later, I already had a lot of things in my hands.

Unavoidably thirsty on the way, Yun Shuhua thought for a moment, took food into a tea house, walked up to the shopkeeper and asked slowly: "Shopkeeper, what kinds of tea do you have here?"

"Returning to the Taoist priest, most of them are Yangxian and Mengding. I don't know what kind of taste you like?"

"It's better to have a milder taste." Yun Shuhua said.

"Recently, the shop has introduced a flower-scented tea, which tastes light and sweet, and is quite popular. Daoist might as well give it a try."

The shopkeeper flipped open the tea book on the counter, and showed it to Yun Shuhua while warmly introducing it.

At this time, there was a commotion on the second floor of the teahouse. A group of people stepped on the floor and walked down. The leader was dressed in green clothes, with a handsome face, and his temples were like knives. Rubbing.

Yun Shuhua glanced at it casually, but when he saw the face of the leading man, his heart tightened, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it.

How could it be him?

"Taoist...Taoist?" The shopkeeper was still puzzled, and he handed the tea book to Yun Shuhua and said, "Can you see if this tea suits your taste?"

"No, I won't drink, sorry."

Yun Shuhua pushed his hand back, then took a step, jumped out of the threshold of the teahouse, and disappeared into the busy street.

Before the shopkeeper realized what happened, he muttered something strange in a low voice, and took the tea book back.

"This shopkeeper."

A soft call sounded, and the shopkeeper raised his head to see that it was the honored guest upstairs drinking tea.

I don't know where this young man in green shirt came from. He has a good temperament and outstanding appearance. Even his voice is as cool and clear as the rain in autumn.

"Young master, is there anything you want to order the shop to do?"

The young man in green shirt glanced at the market outside the door, then said with a smile: "Just now I saw a little Taoist entered the teahouse, why did he disappear in an instant?"

It turned out that he was asking about the boy just now.

The shopkeeper's mind was active, thinking of the extraordinary appearance of these two people, their eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar, and he guessed in his heart what connection should be between the young man and the young man in front of him.

"Master Hui, for some reason that little Taoist didn't drink tea, he just came to the small shop to ask for some tea and then left."

"Oh?" The young man in green shirt raised his eyebrows, and with a bit of interest, he tapped his palm with the jade flute and asked, "What kind of tea did that little Taoist ask?"

"Flower tea from our store." The shopkeeper quickly took out the brochure and showed it to him.

The man stared at the tea sample outlined with a plain pen on the booklet, with a smile on his lips.

"I don't like to drink serious tea, but I prefer this kind of sweet and light taste. It really is my little nephew's temperament."

"Does the store owner know where the little Taoist went?"

The shopkeeper frowned and thought: "I saw him go out and go east, but I don't know where he went."

"Thank you."

The man simply said a few words, then walked out of the teahouse slowly with his hands behind his back, an attendant behind him put an ingot of silver in front of the shopkeeper, and then quickly followed.

"My lord, do you need to send someone to chase after the young master?"

"Chasing, of course we have to chase, and see where he went," the man looked up at the sky, "Don't let Shuhua find you, lest you startle the snake."

Several attendants came down and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

The man's beautiful eyes were half closed, he picked up the mask sold on the street, looked at it, and said to himself: "Where did I think this kid went? It took me so long to find it, so I found a new backer." ah."

After the twelfth lunar month is the New Year, when the sky is getting late, small shops in the streets and alleys hang a string of red lanterns, which is very festive from a distance.

After picking up the wrapped clothes from the clothing store, Yun Shuhua took a pile of packages to Qingwu Mountain without further delay.When he stepped into the gate of Qingwu Mountain, it was just in time for the sunset.

The Yuxu Hall had already been lit, Yun Shuhua did not go directly to Fenghe and Jinghe, but went to the kitchen first, arranged the ingredients one by one, and then returned to Xingzhu with the clothes.

Jing Fan was not in Xingzhu recently, and Yun Shuhua was the only one in the huge pavilions. At that time, the sky was dim and hazy, and things were blurred. The scenery in the small building was not as bright as in daytime, only the lotus flowers in the lake The faint Dharma light showed a bit of holiness through the moonlight.

Yun Shuhua walked to the side of the lake and couldn't help but stop and take a look.I don't know how these lotuses are nourished. Those lotus petals should be infused with mana by Master, otherwise they wouldn't grow so well and beautifully.

After watching the incense for a long time, until the cold wind blowing into his neck at night, Yun Shuhua remembered that he was going back to the dormitory to change clothes, and then hurried back to the small courtyard as if he had just woken up from a dream.

After changing into the thick crane cloak, Yun Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and on his way back to the Yuxu Temple, he suddenly saw a clear shadow appearing in a small pavilion not far from the lake.

Could it be that Master is back?

Yun Shuhua took a few steps forward, rubbed his eyes, and seemed to want to see more clearly.

When I got closer, I found that there was no one in the kiosk.

Probably because of dazzled eyes, he mistakenly regarded the light gauze hanging in the pavilion as a person.

As Yun Shuhua walked towards the small kitchen of the Yuxu Hall, he wondered in his heart why he had the idea of ​​Master coming back just now.

After half an hour, he was busy in the kitchen, and finally prepared all the vegetables, fish and other things he bought.Perhaps he had been preparing for too long, Feng He suddenly knocked on the door of the small kitchen, and walked in directly.

"You're here," Yun Shuhua smiled at him through the steaming pot gas, "The smell of cooking oil is too strong, how about we eat outside the hall tonight?"

Fenghe leaned against the door with folded arms, frowned and said, "Shuhua...don't eat it."

Yun Shuhua didn't take it seriously, and he became more proficient in choosing vegetables.

"Master Xianzun is back, and he called me to come and look for you."

Master Xianzun is back.

"what?!"

Yun Shuhua looked up, and the vegetable leaf in his hand fell to the ground: "Who is back?"

"Master Xianzun," Fenghe said in a low voice, "and when Xianzun came back, he happened to mention your recent situation, saying that he wanted to see you..."

"And then? What did you say." Yun Shuhua picked up the vegetable leaves on the ground again with shaking hands, rinsed them under running water, and his voice did not sound very stable.

"There are only a few people on the mountain, Jinghe and I have no choice but to say that you are not there." Fenghe said distressedly.

"Master, where is he now?" Yun Shuhua thought about it quickly, his sleeves were still rolled up, and he walked out of the kitchen door quickly.

"It's in the main hall of the Yuxu Market, you should hurry up, don't let Lord Xianzun wait in a hurry," Feng He said to his back, "Admit your mistake to Lord Xianzun, and don't disobey him."

Of course Yun Shuhua did not dare to disobey Jing Fan, but he still thanked Feng He.

In the hall, the Ruishou incense burner exhaled light and misty smoke. Jing Fan held the incense plate with one hand, and slowly added incense to it with the other hand, looking very focused.

The hall door opened silently, and the night wind blew through the main hall, blowing the thin smoke from the furnace into curls, and finally disappeared into the void above the head.

Yun Shuhua walked in quietly obediently, only thought for a moment, and then obediently knelt down.

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

The youth's clear and pleasant voice resounded through the hall, and then it returned to silence.

Jing Fan did not respond for a long time.

Yun Shuhua felt something was wrong in his heart, raised his lowered head slightly, and glanced at the master who was burning incense in front of the hall.

As soon as he saw the snow-white clothes and the jade-embellished boots, he saw the boots move and moved towards the carved wooden table on one side.

Yun Shuhua hurriedly lowered his head again.

After a while, Jing Fan put down the incense plate, walked slowly to Yun Shuhua, and stopped.

"I haven't seen you for more than a month, this apprentice is getting bolder."

The cold words knocked on Yun Shuhua's heart, and his heartbeat seemed to slow down because of Jing Fan's words.

Yun Shuhua closed his eyes, and said loudly: "Master... this disciple knows his mistake."

A big hand gently grasped his chin, and the irresistible force forced him to raise his head and bump into Jing Fan's starry eyes as deep as a deep pool in the cold night.

Jing Fan leaned down and said in a deep voice, "Disciple, tell me, what's wrong?"

"Disciples shouldn't go down the mountain by themselves..."

"Oh?" Jing Fan interrupted him and asked softly, "Why did you go down the mountain?"

"I..." Yun Shuhua was speechless for a moment, "I want to go down the mountain to buy some winter clothes and ingredients."

"Other than that, who else did you meet?" Jing Fan narrowed his eyes and observed his expression.

I have never seen him so cold and ruthless, even when I met him on the ancient battlefield, I have never experienced such a palpitating aura. Perhaps it is because Jing Fan has never shown him a real killing intent, but Teach Yun Shuhua to forget his original temperament.

Jing Fan is withdrawn and suspicious, and never trusts anyone.

Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua swallowed, and said honestly: "I just went down to buy some things, and I haven't seen anyone."

"You should know what it means to cheat as a teacher."

Jing Fan let go of Yun Shuhua's chin, and the sleeves of his clothes tumbled up. He turned around and sat down on the carved rattan chair beside him, looking at him quietly.

Yun Shuhua's heartbeat quickened, and he said aggrievedly: "Master, I really haven't seen any outsiders. This time, because I didn't have time to prepare winter clothes, I ran down the mountain to buy some. Everything is my fault. I also ask Master to punish you."

The young man's face was sincere, and his cheeks were slightly pink because of his eager defense.

After a long time, Jing Fan said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about these things in the future, Fenghe will take care of them for you."

"Yes, Master." Yun Shuhua replied with downcast eyes.

"Without the permission of the teacher, you are not allowed to go down the mountain."

"... I would like to follow Master's instruction."

Probably because Yun Shuhua's obedience pleased him, Jing Fan's expression was a little more relaxed than before, just when the young man thought he had survived the disaster, he saw him say: "Since I know my mistake, I will be punished. "

"Let the teacher think about what to do to punish the disciples."