The fate of treating Master as a male mother

Early summer is the season when mulberries are ripe. Yun Nie found a few mulberry trees and ate them while picking them. After eating, her mouth and fingers were all black.

Master is right, the redder the mulberries are, the more delicious they are. The red ones turn black are the sweetest, and the sweet ones almost make your throat sick.

Yun Nie washed her hands in the pool, wove a small basket out of soft willow branches, and picked a basket of red and black mulberries, some of which were given to Sang Yue to eat, and some of which were taken back to make wine.

As usual, he walked back with the small basket in his arms, with no one around, and his steps were brisk.

Yuehua Mountain is very big, even if there are several juniors and juniors living here, they would not bump into them at ordinary times.

In fact, Yun Nie is the youngest among them, but because he is Sang Yue's direct disciple, he should be called senior brother instead.

It's embarrassing to call like this, but fortunately, because everyone doesn't know each other well, most of them just say hello when they meet, and they don't pester people to chat.

Master hopes that I can make more friends, even if I don’t have close friendships, I can still get along well with everyone... Master hopes that Yun Nie will be cared and loved by others, and that Yun Nie has a wider world and more backing and escape routes.

Although Yun Nie has made efforts in this regard, such as greeting people obediently when they meet, it still seems to be a bit difficult.

Yun Nie thought that the relationship between herself and her juniors was so calm and peaceful.

As a result, a person appeared in front of him.

When being stopped, Yun Nie was a little puzzled.

Appearing in front of him was a young man who was about the same age as himself but completely different: fair and beautiful in appearance, exquisite and luxurious in clothes, and arrogant and contemptuous.

This... who is it?

It was a complete stranger, and Yun Nie had never seen him before.

He gave him a strange look, and decided to go around him and continue on.

"stop!"

But the visitor was here for Yun Nie, how could he let him go so easily, he stood upright in front of him, his tone was very aggressive, his eyes were full of hostility: "You are the Yun who was picked up by the master and pretended to be a pitiful superior?"

Yun Nie: "..."

Oh, by the way, the registered disciples generally call Sang Yue their master, which seems more respectful, but also a little alienated.

Yun Nie doesn't like to be called Master with them, he always calls him Master, anyway Sang Yue has no objection.

So this one is also Sang Yue's registered disciple.

Yun what, should refer to his own name, Yun Nie nodded and kindly reminded: "Yun Nie."

A named disciple who was rich at first glance stared at him closely, frowning more and more.

Yun Nie stood for a while, bowed her head and picked the mulberries, and said, "It's okay, I'll go first."

Could it be that he wanted to grab his mulberries?No need, there are still many on the tree, although he picked off the biggest, darkest and sweetest ones... Yun Nie felt a little bit guilty, but thinking that these fruit trees belonged to Master, she felt confident again.

A named disciple: "I don't accept it!"

Yun Nie: "...?"

A named disciple: "Why would you be accepted by the master like this? Your cultivation base is so low, and your aptitude must be very poor. We are about the same age, why did the master accept you!!!"

A person with a high cultivation base will have a vague feeling for a person with a low cultivation base, so the other party can feel that Yun Nie's cultivation base is very different from her own.

A certain named disciple: "I, Qu Yu, have been sincerely seeking a teacher for so long, but the master has not agreed to accept me as a personal disciple. Why did you suddenly appear?"

He is not as good as himself, why why why, this is simply against common sense, incomprehensible, and simply unacceptable!

Yun Nie: "Oh, Master said, because of destiny."

Qu Yu: "Stop showing off in front of me!"

Yun Nie: "..." Obviously you asked.

Yun Nie realized that the other party might not want to communicate with her at all, so she wanted to leave with a basket full of mulberries.

But Qu Yu didn't let him go, and chased after him, chattering angrily, trying to find out the real reason why Yun Nie was superior.

"My father is the head of the sect, who is your father, tell me if you have the ability!"

Yun Nie: "..." She doesn't remember having a father at all.

"I am No. 1 with the highest talent in the sect in a hundred years. I have a pure spiritual body, excellent bones, broad pulse, and natural auspiciousness... What is so special about you?"

Yun Nie: "..." Is it more than predestined relationship with Master?

"I'm good-looking, and I'm pretty like a flower. I'm not as good as you!"

Yun Nie: "..." That's not as good-looking as Master.

Qu Yu was so angry that he was about to collapse.

As the son of the head of the sect, he has attracted the attention of everyone since he was born. Not only is his external condition good, but his internal condition is also unmatched. But why, Immortal Yuehua refused to accept him?

He always felt that he deserved the best, so his master should also be the best.Even if Immortal Yuehua refused to accept him, saying that he was unfavorable and unsuitable, he still stalked him and became a registered disciple.

He thought that as long as he worked hard enough and was sincere enough, he would be able to impress Immortal Yuehua.

But the result...

This time when he left the sect, he completed a very dangerous task, thinking that he would impress Yuehua Xianjun when he came back, but when he came back, Yuehua Xianjun had a direct disciple.

When he heard the news, he still couldn't believe it, thinking that his brothers were teasing him.

Ha ha!

It turned out to be true!

Just such a three-month gap, just such a three-month period... Qu Yu refused to accept it!

Qu Yu really wanted to argue a few more words, but he was tired and his voice was dry, and Yun Nie didn't respond, which made him angrier and angrier.

He rushed up and stood in front of Yun Nie again.

The sweet and sour fruity aroma hit his face, and Qu Yu gulped.

Yun Nie: "...Want to eat? Give you some."

Qu Yu said bitterly: "No, I don't need your charity!"

Yun Nie gave a cold oh, bypassed him and continued walking.

Qu Yu looked at him in disbelief, unable to understand: "You just left like this?"

Yun Nie ignored him, otherwise?

Qu Yu was about to die of rage, although he wasn't really pissed off, but it was about the same.

In his opinion, Yun Nie's attitude undoubtedly looks down on him. This kind of indifferent ignorance doesn't even regard him as an opponent!

Since Qu Yu was born, no one has wronged him like this except for the Yuehua Immortal.

The grievances accumulated more and more, until they reached the top, and finally broke out.

He burst into tears, followed Yun Nie closely, tears streaming down his face, regardless of his image: "It's not fair! Why did I work hard for so long, but the master refused to look at me more, but accepted you like this?" People should be personal disciples... Master's vision is too bad!"

Yun Nie's footsteps stopped.

Qu Yu's eyes were blurred from crying, and he vaguely saw Yun Nie stop, realizing that his words had finally left waves in this hateful guy's heart, so he couldn't help shouting: "Accept someone with your qualifications as a disciple, Master has such poor eyesight, sooner or later he will regret it!"

Yunnie put the fruit basket full of mulberries aside.

Qu Yu raised his hand to wipe away his tears, sneered, and was about to continue speaking harshly.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, followed by darkness again, and then his mind buzzed.

……what happened?

When Qu Yu fell to the ground, he hadn't reacted yet.

It wasn't until the next punch hit the door in the face again that he realized in a daze that in the short moment just now, Yun Nie turned around and hit her without any martial arts ethics, and attacked herself.

hatred.

angry.

Unbelievable!

In Qu Yu's glorious 17-year life, he has never encountered such a situation. How can there be a monk who doesn't use spells, disregards his image, doesn't greet him, and just goes straight to work?

And with fists?

How could it be like this, if he tried his best, he would definitely not be able to beat him, but he, unexpectedly, ran, used, punched, headed!

"Don't say that Master has poor eyesight. Don't let Master regret it."

The voice was dull and indifferent, obviously there was no disturbance, but the person who listened felt cold in the bones.

In Qu Yu's last consciousness before he fainted, these two words lingered like a curse.

His uncle, he looks so thin, but why is he so strong...

Qu Yu didn't know what fighting meant to Yun Nie in the past 17 years of her life.

He didn't know how deeply the concept of failure is death can be deeply rooted, and he didn't know that the essence of cherishing physical strength is enough to affect a person's fate.

Of course he doesn't need to know.

Those who need to know may not be able to appear in his noble eyes for a lifetime.

Yun Nie is the lucky one.

He treasured his own luck, so he couldn't tolerate anyone speaking ill of the one who brought him all happiness in front of him.

Yun Nie picked up a round stone, turned Qu Yu over, and threw it hard on the back of his head.

hum-

The stone was blocked by the invisible true energy.

Qu Yu wears a magic weapon for protection that will be activated automatically after his master loses consciousness.

Therefore, Yun Nie could only throw away the stone, grab Qu Yu by the back collar and drag him all the way to the top of the mountain.

If you can't handle it, you have no choice but to trouble Master.

Must become stronger.

Yun Nie just dragged the grass-stained Qu Yu to stand in front of Sang Yue, holding a small basket full of mulberries in the other hand.

"Something happened."

Yun Nie slowly recounted what happened.

"I'm sorry." Yun Nie handed the fruit basket forward, bowed her head in reflection, "Next time, I will deal with it, it's very clean, and I won't tire Master."

Sang Yue took the fruit basket and pondered for a moment: "Xiao Nie, don't you think that there is something wrong with your reflection angle..."