Master collapsed after rebirth

"This..." Ma Qin and Liu Xiaomei looked at each other, both showing embarrassment.

"Xianchang has good eyesight. To tell you the truth, Xiao Yu...he really doesn't like Yunshuizong..." Liu Xiaomei was glared at by her husband as soon as she finished speaking.

"What are you talking about! It's not that Xiaoyu doesn't like Yunshuizong, but he envies him."

"Envy?" Shen Yuetian tilted her head and rested her chin with one hand, "What do you mean by that?"

"Xiao Yu didn't want to do our coffin business since he was a child. He wanted to cultivate immortality. What he dreamed of the most was to enter the Yunshui Sect of Xiaoyao Peak to practice... About half a year ago, he participated in the spiritual root test of the Yunshui Sect's entry assessment, and the result was very good. It's a pity, he is a fake spiritual root, and he can't cultivate immortals at all, so naturally he has no chance with Yunshuizong." Ma Qin sighed.

"From then on, some children in the village would laugh at him for this matter, and he gradually began to have some thoughts about the people of Yunshuizong..." Liu Xiaomei added softly.

"Pseudo-spiritual roots? What's the matter, aren't you the same as me! Even if you can't cultivate immortals, you can still cultivate..." Before the words finished, Shen Yuetian immediately covered her mouth.

He almost missed it.

Pseudo-spiritual roots cannot cultivate immortals, but they can cultivate demons.

Shui Ling's big eyes rolled to the corners of his eyes, Shen Yuetian peeked at Lu Fengnan, and found that Lu Fengnan was also looking at him, his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Uh..." The corners of his mouth twitched twice, Shen Yuetian cleared his throat, and changed his words: "If you can't cultivate immortals, you can also cultivate other crafts! For example, inheriting your mantle and making coffins, I think it has a lot more future than cultivating immortals."

"This..." Ma Qin and Liu Xiaomei were embarrassed.

"Actually, pseudo-spiritual roots are not completely incapable of cultivating immortals..." At this time, Lu Fengnan explained softly: "It's just that cultivation is more difficult than disciples with good aptitude, and the upper limit of cultivation is also low, and the entrance examination of Yunshuizong is relatively strict. Spiritual roots cannot pass through, this is a rule handed down from generation to generation."

"Yes, yes, we don't mean to blame Yunshuizong." Ma Qin immediately apologized.

At this moment, Shen Yuetian's stomach suddenly growled.

Lu Fengnan pushed the plate of wife cakes towards Shen Yuetian, "Eat this!"

Lu Fengnan's implication is that there are no caterpillars under the wife's cake, so you can eat it with confidence.

Shen Yuetian looked at Lu Fengnan, picked up a piece of wife cake and brought it to Lu Fengnan's mouth, "Master hasn't eaten yet, how can there be any reason for disciples to eat first?"

Lu Fengnan slightly raised his eyes, surprised that Shen Yuetian was so sensible, but in the next second he heard Shen Yuetian say to him with a smile:

"Come on, Master, open your mouth, ah..."

Lu Fengnan: "..."

Ma Qin and Liu Xiaomei looked at each other with embarrassed expressions, as if they didn't know how to look at the master-student relationship between Shen Yuetian and Lu Fengnan.

Lu Fengnan pushed the wife's cake back without saying a word, "You eat."

"But……"

"You are more suitable." Lu Fengnan emphasized.

Shen Yuetian tilted her head, her big watery eyes rolled around twice, with a puzzled look on her face.

Why did Lu Fengnan say that he is more suitable?

Shen Yuetian looked at the tea in his hand.

Isn't this wife cake?

Recalling what he did to Lu Fengnan in his previous life, Shen Yuetian felt that Lu Fengnan was more suitable for eating wife cakes, right?

Stuffing a few pieces of wife cakes in one go, Shen Yuetian was glad that that brat named Ma Xiaoyu only did something to the meat buns, otherwise he didn't know how long he would be hungry.

"By the way, let's get back to business!"

After entering the room and chatting until now, Shen Yuetian didn't understand what happened to the coffins made by Majiazhuang.

At this time, Lu Fengnan inadvertently stretched out his hand and removed the wife cake residue from the corner of Shen Yuetian's mouth.

Shen Yuetian's heart thumped.

Turning his head to look, Lu Fengnan's eyes were projected on Ma Qin, as if he was waiting for Ma Qin to tell the story of the strange incident, but he didn't look at him.

Shen Yuetian blinked, and couldn't help wondering if she was hallucinating.

"Master, you just..."

Touching the corner of her mouth, Shen Yuetian seemed to feel the residual temperature of Lu Fengnan's fingertips.

"Village chief, please tell me!" Lu Fengnan said calmly.

"Okay, okay..." Ma Qin nodded and said.