The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The Wang family is rich and powerful, and the rooms for entertaining distinguished guests are decorated with carved dragons and phoenixes, and the decoration is very luxurious.

Compared with all kinds of beautifully carved tables, chairs and beds, the simple bamboo tables and chairs in that simple bamboo house are like rags.

As the sunset gradually sinks, bright and soft light-colored lights are lit in the room, together with the silk gauze and satin hanging everywhere in the room, reflecting the ambiguous charm.

"Master," Successive thought about this bizarre murder case along the way, "Is it really impossible to find out who cast the spell?"

"Ah Xu," Daoist Juechen laughed, "Are you only thinking about discussing the murder case with your teacher at this time?"

He raised his eyebrows, and his beautiful phoenix eyes concealed the turbulent light under the soft light: "Haven't you ever thought about why the Wang family only arranged a room for the two of us?"

"Disciple knows." There was a bit of indifference and disapproval in Tianzi's jade-like face.

What else do you need to think about?

The Wang family arranged four wing rooms for the four immortal elders.Neither he nor the other "Little Immortal" had a separate room.

It's not that the rich and powerful families don't have spare rooms, and it's not that the Wang family is stingy.

For the two without apprentices, the Wang family sent maidservants to serve them.

Master and Taoist Cassia did not.

Because everyone tacitly agreed that the daily life of these two immortal elders would be taken care of by their own apprentices.

"Since you know," Qinglang Yayin teased a little, and then tinged with a hint of depression, "won't you take off your clothes for the teacher, take a shower and change?"

They blinked blankly one after another.

He had already made up his mind to serve Master with all his heart.

On weekdays in the Chenfeng Palace, serving tea and pouring water, rubbing shoulders and necks, I think my hands and feet are fairly diligent.

Today, I met Daoist Jue Ming's apprentice, and I realized how incompetent I am as an apprentice.

The apprentices of other families were busy in front of the master, serving food and drinking, rubbing their shoulders and beating their backs, and then kneeling on the ground and beating their legs.

He never was idle for a moment, and served the master well.

What about him?At first, he stayed motionless behind the master like a wooden stake, and later even entered the seat regardless of seniority or inferiority.

Compared with the apprentices of other families, how does one look like an apprentice?It's like an old man.

It was in vain that he boasted that he could read words and expressions, and he didn't even notice that the master wanted to take a bath, so he had to remind him personally.

The master is a peerless power sitting high on the top of the clouds, and there are hundreds of disciples in front of the hall who are highly cultivated and strong, waiting for orders at any time.

When going out down the mountain, no matter which sect of the immortal family he went to, he would be regarded as the honored guest, and the monks rushed to serve him at his feet.

Today, the master condescended to hide his identity and accompany him to live in a mortal's home, but he couldn't even do such a small thing.

No matter what you do, lazy No.1, just stand and watch while copying your hands.

Those fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls in the Wang family are more slick than him.

After a series of in-depth self-criticisms, fully aware of my mistakes, I hurriedly reached out to undress Master.

As soon as his hand touched the opponent's belt, he was pressed tightly.

"Master?" The slender fingers with distinct knuckles pressed heavily on his hand, and the temperature from the palm seemed to be hotter than usual.

Juechen Daojun's handsome face was half hidden in the shadow of the lights, the shadows cast on the eyebrows and eyes, and the gentle phoenix eyes were quenched with a dim light.

The cool night wind blew in the crisp chirping of insects, reflecting the eerie tranquility of the room.

After a while, the deep and elegant voice broke the stagnant air: "I still come here for the teacher."

Taoist Juechen took a deep breath, let go of his lover's hand, and strode straight into the bathroom next door, bringing out a gust of indifference.

There are some unknown reasons one after another.

Master seems...a little angry?

He was alone in the room.

He sat back on the chair one after another, resting his sharp chin on the back of the chair, thinking about what he did wrong this time.

Think hard, can't understand.

Master thinks he is rough?

If so, things are a little bit worse.He has never served anyone before, lacks experience, and is certainly not as dexterous as those little maids.

His cultivation base is not good, and he can't do chores well, maybe it will be like those fellow disciples of Lingyuan Peak said, after a while, the master will expel him from the sect.

It took nearly half an hour before Taoist Juechen came out of the bathroom.

Hearing the noise, they hurriedly turned their heads one after another, and raised their mouths at the other party: "Master."

Taoist Juechen paused suddenly.

Under the light-colored light, a touch of majestic and beautiful white jade light is compelling and eye-catching.The piercing coldness circulates in the glowing light, like a lone cold moon, or a frost knife on an ice field.

It tempts people to approach, and freezes the approaching people into ice in an instant.

The fire that had just poured down seemed to be ignited again in an instant.

Qinglang Yayin said with deep forbearance: "I'm done bathing for the teacher, you go and wash."

"Oh, good." They responded obediently one after another, got up and walked into the bathroom.

Finally, the gradually heating up prairie fire was able to have a gap to be extinguished.

The room in the bathroom is freezing cold, without any warm and dense moisture.

Master washes in cold water?

After the monks built the foundation, they were not afraid of cold and heat, and the cold winter and hot summer all year round did not make much difference to them.

But I have always felt that hot water with a suitable temperature can wash away the smoke and fatigue.

——This is probably the difference between the peerless power that shakes the sky and the earth, and the lifeless mayfly?

After taking a bath, when he returned to the bedroom, Taoist Juechen was sitting on the arhat chair by the window.

He was only wearing a middle coat, the front of which was half open, revealing his thin, tight and smooth body line.

The black hair is not bundled up, and the black hair falls freely on the shoulders, with a leisurely charm.

The long legs are bent and slumped, not the dignified gentleman sitting upright in the daytime, but the domineering figure leaning on the back of the chair is like an emperor looking down on the world, exuding a natural arrogance and majesty.

As expected of a master.One after another sincere praise.

Such a person in such a prosperous and troubled world seems to have taken away the good fortune of the world. No wonder so many people want to take him as their own.

If it wasn't for his admiration for him that was overwhelming, he might have become a villain just like Qin Shi, who wanted to offend his superiors, deceive his teachers and destroy his ancestors.

——It's a pity that he is not as advanced as Qin Shi, and he doesn't have the ability.

"How?" Gui Ya's Yin Yun also showed a bit of arrogance and coldness, "Is it possible for a teacher to fall into your eyes?"

After realizing his gaffe in an instant, it was simply disrespectful to look directly at Master without any shyness.

He hastily lowered his eyes and flattered: "Master is rich and handsome, as bright as the sun and stars..."

Taoist Juechen sneered, and whispered in an inaudible whisper: "But you still can't move your heart."

I couldn't hear what he said clearly, but I felt that there was a biting cold air exuding from his whole body, and he looked very unhappy.

...What did he do wrong to make Master angry?

It shouldn't be, the master dotes on him so much, and usually flatters him, and the effect is good.

The only possibility is that Master is not in a good mood because of other things today.

"Come here," Taoist Juechen hooked his hands at him, "Sit next to Teacher Wei."

They answered "Oh" obediently one after another.I secretly breathed a sigh of relief—it wasn't because I fell out of favor.

"What are you doing sitting so far away?" Aitu sat on the other side of the bench, Juechen Daojun sighed helplessly, suppressed the coldness born of indifference, and patted the place beside him with his slender fingers, " Sit here."

Master is in a bad mood tonight, and his words and deeds one after another are even more obedient.

He moved to the side of the other party, and sat upright with lowered eyebrows.

No one spoke, and the pale light shone on the two figures on the bench who seemed to be standing side by side, but the cold moonlight from outside the window pulled the shadows back to face each other.

Daojun Juechen stretched out one hand straight, resting it on the back of the chair, his fingers loosened and then tightened on the wooden edge, his veined hand did not dare to reach out to the thin shoulder and arm in front of him.

The room was silent for more than half a moment, and the elegant and quiet voice finally broke the cold and dull silence.

"Axu, do you have nothing to talk to Master Wei?"

He has!Successively knowing that the other party was in a bad mood tonight, she kept nodding her head and lowering her eyebrows, daring not to speak, for fear of doing something wrong and adding fuel to the flames.

He asked this question just now, but Master didn't answer.

At this time, I asked again: "Master, is there really no way to find out the caster now?"

As soon as the words fell, why did it feel like the cold air that had just dissipated a little came back?And it's colder than before?

Daoist Juechen sneered in a low voice: "Your Daoist heart is firm."

People are as warm as jade, and hearts are as cold as stone.

"Have."

As expected of a master!They beamed with joy one after another, and their admiration for him deepened.

"Do you remember what I said last time?" Daoist Juechen patted his long legs, "Sit over here and tell me as soon as I hear the wind, I'll tell you."

Startled one after another.

He finally knew why Master was in a bad mood tonight.

Not only is it bad, the master of Guangfeng Jiyue behaved abnormally tonight, he could even be said to be in a bad mood, and suppressed a burst of anger.

——He was thinking about the bright moon in his heart again.

Perhaps many years ago, the master and the beloved senior, like today, dealt with a certain mundane matter together in a certain place.

Master likes to travel around, and that senior must also be by his side.

The two traveled hand in hand, running around for the common people of the world during the day, and at night, lingering in a quiet and elegant room.

The beautiful woman sat on his lap, and the two of them rubbed each other's ears, discussing the strange things they encountered, or expressing their feelings from the bottom of their hearts.

Talk about the night rain in Wushan all night.

……Oops.

I was really led astray by "Playing Spring Breeze".

Why did I start to arrange the romance/events of Master again?

One after another, while meditating on the sins in his heart, he recalled his thoughts.

I can't help sighing and sighing again, what a wonderful couple, but the love is so deep and the relationship is too shallow to love each other.

If that bright moon is still there, Master can hold the beautiful woman in his arms at this moment, and enjoy a moment of love and moonlight with the spring tide and rain.

Instead of facing himself, a good-for-nothing apprentice, full of sorrow and nowhere to vent, accumulating depression into sorrow.

"What are you thinking again?" Daojun Juechen's deep voice was covered with a layer of frost under the silvery moonlight, and was imbued with a very faint gloomy sneer, "Why, don't you want to?"

"Master," one after another lowered his eyes, his melodious voice was obedient and cold, "I dare not."

How dare he call Master by his first name?

Master is in a bad mood today, so he has to be more cautious in his words and deeds.

He has never seen his master so angry since he started for more than two years. If he did not do something right, he, the apprentice who was picked up halfway, would probably have to rush back to Qiantianzong overnight because of falling out of favor, pack up his burden and leave.

Daoist Juechen was startled suddenly.

She pursed her lips and fell silent for a moment, then her cold voice softened again: "...Did I scare you as a teacher?"

It's not that I'm scared.One after another thought, it's just that the master is in a bad mood because of his nostalgia for his deceased wife, and he can't do anything.

Can only be obedient to the side, sticking like a wooden stake.

I'm afraid that the other party will be more upset when they see it.

Now we have to pack up and get out.

"Ah Xu," the aggressive Ling Li's arrogance finally softened, "Today is the teacher."

With a gentle sigh, the long and slender fingers picked up a lock of hair on the side of the ear of the lover, and wrapped it around the fingertips: "It's getting late. Go to bed early."

Standing up respectfully one after another, Mofa slipped from the opponent's hand: "The disciple serves the master and goes to bed."

Taoist Juechen also got up, gently grabbed the white wrist that could be crushed with a little force, and led him to the side of the bed: "You sleep inside. Sleep outside for the teacher."

ah?Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise.

When he first entered the door, he scanned the room, and there was only one bed inside.

Carved of nanmu, spacious and luxurious, it is more than enough to sleep three or four people.

He had already thought about it, the master slept on the bed, and as an apprentice who served the master in daily life, he would naturally sleep on the arhat chair that he just sat on.

How could she overstep and sleep with a high-ranking and powerful master?

Besides, he is not used to sleeping with others.

There is no room for snoring on the side of the couch.

Being too close and the safe distance to allow reaction time is not enough, no matter friend or foe, it will give him a sense of crisis as if he will be attacked and killed at any time.

The refusal clearly revealed on the handsome and peerless face made the heart fire that Juechen Taoist forcibly suppressed suddenly ignite.

The elegant laughter was once again imbued with gloom and coldness: "You don't want to do this?"

"The disciple dare not."

"...That's all," Daoist Juechen got up, "you sleep on the bed, and meditate on the bench for the teacher."

How can you let the golden and precious master sleep on the bench, and let him be the disciple's bed?

Hastily grabbed each other's arms one after another: "Master!"

Li Yun's gentle arms stopped suddenly.

At this moment, Daoist Juechen finally regained some of his usual gentleness, raised his mouth and said with a smile: "Xu, if you don't want to watch me sleep on the bench, then obediently listen to me."

After a few breaths of silence, he glanced at the spacious bed.

Either the two of them sleep together, or he sleeps on the bed and the other person goes to the bench, the master will not give him a third choice.

There's no point in arguing over such a trivial matter.

Master will not harm him.

"Tonight, I will forgive my disciple for being rude."

He got on the couch as he said, and pressed his sideways against the wall, almost pressing his face against the wall, leaving a large space for the other party.

He didn't care about what the master would do, he silently recited the Taixuan Heart Sutra and closed his eyes.

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: I am an incompetent apprentice, and I am not at all good at serving my master.

Master: As long as you are willing to take care of the bed, I will take care of you for other things.

2.

One after another: I am most afraid of the proposition given by the master-what is wrong with you.

One after another: I know that I have done something wrong, and I know that Master is angry, but I really can't figure out where I am wrong.

Master: The fault is that you are an iron tree.

3.

【Master Murder Paranoia】continues: My master is a flower of Gaoling, unparalleled in beauty, and everyone wants to lock him in a small dark room.

Fang Xiu & Qin Shi & Liu Chang sent:? ? ?

Inexplicably wanted to swear, but didn't dare to scold.

One after another: Fortunately, I am firm in Daoism, otherwise I will definitely become an evil disciple who covets my master.

Master: ... It's not unreasonable for me to be angry.

4.

One after another, they knocked on the CP of Master and Bai Yueguang.

Fang Xiu & Liu Changji: secretly laughing.

Master after knowing the truth: Kill with a knife! ! !

5.

Master: I have tried my best to flirt.Write love on your face.Reluctantly, it was a piece of wood.

I really want to tie people to the bedside and ruthlessly make sauces, but it's a pity that this is Lujiang.