Pregnant with a cub of a ruthless Taoist apprentice

Qingjing Peak, the sky is not clear yet.

A girl with a pair of ball heads and a bunt shirt, with a pole across her shoulders and two buckets full of water on both ends, is walking step by step on the steps leading to the top of the mountain.

Even if it is a grown man, it is hard to avoid climbing the mountain with these two large buckets of water, but this girl walks as if walking on flat ground, and she still has the leisure to look left and right, admiring the beautiful scenery of clouds, mist and verdant trees on the peak.

Looking at the two buckets of water she was carrying, the surface of the water was calm and smooth, and it didn't splash outside at all.

The girl carried water to the small kitchen on the top of the mountain, and poured two buckets of water into the large tanks used for water storage. This was the basic work of the morning.

She rolled up the sleeves casually, wiped the sweat from her forehead, rolled up the cuffs on both sides to her elbows, lit a fire to boil water, and then picked up the bamboo basket in the corner to pick vegetables in the vegetable field beside the house.

After picking the vegetables, it is time to wash and cut the vegetables. After doing these, the water on the stove boils.

The girl skillfully sorted the ingredients into different categories and poured them into the pot one by one. Adding the white jade balls prepared last night and the condiments she made herself, it didn't take long for a pearl jade white jade soup to be completed.

After sniffing the fragrance, a big smile appeared on the corner of his lips, obviously very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

She took the soup out of the pot, put it into two blue glass bowls, covered the bowls with the same color lids, and put the two bowls of soup together with two small spoons into a vermilion lacquer food box, and then walked out of the kitchen with the food boxes.

At this time, the sky is already bright, the birds and animals in the mountains are chirping, the morning fog is gradually dissipating, and the sun is rising, revealing a pleasant warmth.

The girl carried the food box happily all the way to the north, passed through a small forest, and came to a palace.

Compared with the small kitchen just now, this palace is towering and towering, but placed in the middle of the entire Taoist palace, it is considered extremely simple.

The girl quickly walked through the square in front of the hall, went straight into the spacious and simple main hall, and then turned right into the side hall on the right.

The furnishing of the entire side hall is still in a very simple and concise style. Except for the necessities of life cultivation such as beds, tables, chairs, and futons, there is nothing else. The only bright color is the bunch of wilted flowers on the window sill. .

At this time, a young man in white robes was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the hall.

This young man has handsome features, his head is full of blue hair, and only a white hairband stands on the back of his head. Apart from a white robe, there are no other decorations on his body, making his whole body cold.

Noticing that the girl entered the palace, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was no fluctuation in the black and white eyes, just like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest ripple.

Hearing the girl's clear and clear voice, she greeted: "Master, breakfast is ready." After speaking, he took out the two glass bowls from the food box and put them on the square table in the room.

When the young man got up and came to the table, he handed him the spoon respectfully with both hands. After he sat down, he sat down himself, and the two of them ate the soup in the glass bowl together.

The young man ate without squinting, neither fast nor slow, and there was still no fluctuation in his eyes, as if this delicious taste was no different from the most common white water in his eyes.

The girl took a few mouthfuls, and then secretly glanced at the young man's expressionless face, afraid of being discovered, she didn't dare to stay longer.

She thought she was doing it covertly, but she didn't know that her small actions couldn't hide it from the young man who was eating seriously.

After drinking all the soup in the glazed bowl, the young man put down the spoon in his hand, and finally turned his head to ask, "Xiao Chan, what do you need to tell me?"

The girl didn't have time to look back, and was caught by the young man, as if she had been caught for doing something bad, her face flushed for a moment, and she had to run her brain at high speed, searching for an excuse.

Glancing at the bouquet of flowers on the window sill from the corner of her eye, she flashed her eyes and blurted out: "The flowers in Master's Hall are a little wilted, I will pick some fresh ones later."

The young man nodded slightly: "This is what you are doing, so just do it yourself, and there is no need to hesitate next time."

The girl escaped unharmed, she felt relieved, she showed her white teeth in a smile: "Okay, Master."

These two are Fang Hui and Fang Xiaochan's master and apprentice.

Ever since Fang Xiaochan was brought back to Qingjing Peak from Climbing the Sky Ladder, Fang Hui accepted her as a disciple and took her to practice with him personally. Counting with fingers, it has been fifteen years.

Fang Xiaochan has also grown from a five-year-old girl to the current slim girl. Practitioners grow slower than ordinary people, so although Fang Xiaochan is twenty years old, she still looks like a cardamom girl.

In the past, there was nothing else on this Qingjing Peak except a palace. Fang Xiaochan was still young when she came here, and she needed to eat every day. After practicing, she rode the crane raised by the sect to go to the dining hall for meals every day.

Seeing that she is young, has a pleasant personality, and is the only disciple of Taoist Lord Wuhui, everyone took good care of her.

Later, when she grew up, after obtaining Fang Hui's consent, she asked someone to build the kitchen just now on the south side of the palace, and planted some vegetables herself. Every morning after finishing the basic skills, she prepared a breakfast for Fang Hui. The flowers on the window sill were also prepared by her because she felt that the master's hall was too deserted. Fang Hui usually didn't care much about these, so she left it to her.

After the meal is the usual practice time.

In the huge square in front of the hall, there are only two masters and apprentices.

Fang Xiaochan held the Autumn Wind Sword made by Fang Hui himself, tossed and moved, the sword wrapped in the power of magic was extremely fierce.

Fang Hui stood aside with his hands behind his back and watched seriously. When Fang Xiaochan stopped, he pointed out the weakness in her swordsmanship.

After Fang Xiaochan meditated and comprehended, she continued to practice, and Fang Hui continued to give pointers, and so on.

It can be said that he treated this apprentice carelessly. Looking at the entire Taoist sect, there are a few apprentices who can receive this kind of treatment. Most of them can only wait for their master to be free and interested. Master, how many people can compare with Fang Hui.

A famous teacher carefully taught her, and Fang Xiaochan herself was very competitive. In the Zongmen Grand Competition three years ago, she had already won the first place among the qi-training disciples.

In the morning, she quickly slipped away in one teaching and one learning. From the afternoon to the early morning of the next day, it was Fang Xiaochan's own time. She could communicate with her classmates, go down the mountain to have a look, or practice alone.

But the first thing on her mind was the flowers in the Master's Hall, so as soon as she left the square, she immediately went around to the back hill, where there were flowers of different colors, all of which she planted and took care of.

I found some of the most brilliant flowers among the flowers, folded them down, and happily ran back to the palace, replaced the old flowers with new ones, and carefully arranged a few flowers into beautiful shapes. Glancing at his master, he bid farewell and left.

At this time, Fang Hui usually meditated on the futon, and Fang Xiaochan was allowed to come and go freely in his palace.

This kind of scene happens almost every day, and Fang Hui is very used to the slight difference this little apprentice brings to his peaceful life.

Xuanwei Hall, the main peak, at night.

Qin Su finally dealt with the backlog of official duties, and watched the last steward leave the hall.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy for a moment. He closed his eyes and shook his head, putting all his weight on the back of the chair.

The index finger was slowly pressing on the temple, and a bitter smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, it really is different now...

However, practitioners are not like mortals after all, their spiritual energy can be restored by wandering around in the body.

After about a stick of incense, Qin Su took a deep breath, got up and brushed his sleeves, and left Xuanwei Hall to return to his room.

Taoist couple Nie Qingyun had been waiting for him in the room for a long time, the couple hadn't seen each other for several months, and now they finally had time to say a few words of their own.

The two of them took off their outer robes as before, got on the bed one after another, and shared the same bed.

"By the way, what is Wan'er doing these days? I haven't seen her all day."

Speaking of her daughter, Nie Qingyun smiled slightly: "She, she went out to practice a month ago, and she will come back soon."

Qin Su raised his brows slightly: "Experience? She has never taken the initiative to practice. Without you and me asking four times, Miss can condescend to go out to practice?"

Nie Qingyun pushed Qin Su's shoulder in a reproachful manner, and his heroic brows were also tinged with sadness: "It's not that you revealed that you wanted to marry her to that one, this girl is very interested, and now that After cultivating the way of ruthlessness, naturally there is no possibility of marriage, but our girl is determined, I only said a few words to her a month ago, and she went to the Zongwutang to accept a task and ran out in a fit of anger."

Speaking of that one, Nie Qingyun couldn't help repeating the same old tune: "Speaking of which, master and apprentice are like father and son, and that one has been raised by your side since childhood. How could this happen?"

Qin Su was only silent and did not respond.

Nie Qingyun didn't care too much, and eased the silence with a smile: "It's fine, it's fine, I don't ask you, I'm afraid only you know what's going on here. Since you were willing to go to Qingjing Peak to invite people in person last time, Thinking about it, I should let it go.”

Qin Su was reluctant to mention Fang Hui before, and now he is even more unwilling to mention it. He skipped the topic directly and asked, "Wan'er is going out, is there someone secretly protecting her?"

Nie Qingyun glanced at the person next to her pillow who had been married for hundreds of years: "Naturally, I sent it to let our young lady bump into each other, so don't you blame me?"

"Ah," speaking of this matter, Qin Su could only regret it, "When she was young, you and I were busy with the affairs of the sect and neglected to teach. Now it is too late to make amends."

"Besides, I want to be disciplined. Who cares and protects her, saying that she is a girl, and let her relax for a few more years. It won't be too late to teach when she grows up?"

Qin Su suddenly had a headache: "Who would have thought that she was so stubborn. Forget it, you and I can still protect her now, and make her lose her mind in the future. No matter how much she loves a young talent, she will have no worries in her life. "

Speaking of this "future son-in-law", the two of them counted the outstanding young disciples of the five major sects again, and gradually locked in their minds a few candidates.

As they talked, they gradually leaned closer together, they were both old couples and old wives, so they naturally knew what was going to happen next.

However, just as the belt was loosened, Qin Su suddenly pushed him away.

Nie Qingyun exclaimed in a low voice: "What?"

Qin Su was flustered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and found a suitable reason: "I just left customs and dealt with the religious affairs for a whole day, and I really lack energy. Maybe it's... I'm really old."

Nie Qingyun smiled lowly: "You and I are about the same age. If you are getting older, doesn't it mean that I am also getting older? I don't agree."

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Qin Su's back, but he couldn't hear the slightest clue in his words, and even made a small joke: "The lady is just in her prime, she said the wrong thing for her husband, she should be beaten, she should be beaten. "

Nie Qingyun didn't take this matter to heart, she just twirled the brocade quilt and said, "Since you're tired, let's rest earlier."

There was no more gossip after that, after a while, after confirming that the person next to the pillow was fast asleep, Qin Su suddenly got up and got out of bed, and walked gently to the window.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on his elegant face through the window pane, half-bright and half-dark, making the whole face mottled and weird.

He lowered his head and looked at the lower abdomen. The middle coat was loose, and he couldn't see the slightest clue, but he knew in his heart that in a few days, Nie Qingyun, who had been with him day and night, would definitely notice something unusual.