The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

The little tiger's face turned red. He didn't expect that Grandpa Ninth was here to preside over the marriage between him and his master, so he felt a little guilty and embarrassed. The little tiger ignored Fengmu's staring eyes, and stretched out his finger to hook his sleeve , coquettishly said: "Master... If this is the case, how about we..."

Fengmu's ears were stained a little red, and he gave the little tiger a harmless look, beckoning him not to cause trouble, then bowed solemnly and bowed to Taoist Jiushan, refusing: "Master, you Don't listen to this scoundrel's nonsense... he and I... cough... are not husband and wife."

After hearing this, the old man turned his lips away, with disappointment in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "It is possible to create the reality of a husband and wife without the reality of a husband and wife... Besides, you touched my place that day... it is not considered a relationship between a husband and wife... …Well."

Although they muttered softly, the other three could hear them clearly, especially Immortal Pengwu and Taoist Jiushan, they all stared at Fengmu with condemning eyes, with expressions of "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person" , Feng Mu blushed so angry that he directly cast a silence spell on the little tiger.

"Everyone has said that, if you don't marry the little tiger, then you'll be a mess." Nine Mountain Taoist stroked his braided beard, putting on airs of a master.

Fengmu glanced at Taoist Jiushan helplessly, and said, "Master, you should go in first, the little tiger's injury is not healed yet, let's talk about it later."

It was a gesture of acquiescing to what Taoist Jiushan said.

The little tiger's eyes sparkled, he nodded quickly, and personally helped Taoist Jiushan in. He was full of gratitude in his heart. If Taoist Jiushan hadn't spoken, Master would not have softened his attitude.

Ever since Feng Mu called out Master and respected the so-called Ninth Grandfather, Little Tiger and Immortal Pengwu knew it. Shan Taoist, his master's master, his own master ancestor.

"Thank you." Feng Mu only silenced him for a while, the little tiger was able to speak a long time ago, he quietly leaned into Taoist Jiushan's ear, and said this.

Jiushan Taoist smiled and looked up at the little tiger, but didn't speak.He still likes this disciple in his heart, just because he can make Fengmu care so much, Taoist Jiushan knows that this little tiger is definitely not simple.

He was happy to see Feng Mu live like a person of flesh and blood, so he made such a statement on his own initiative, but he didn't expect Feng Mu's attitude to acquiesce to his words.

Several people entered the main hall, Feng Mu and Taoist Jiushan were talking about what had happened over the years, while the little tiger was quietly watching Immortal Pengwu administer medicine to him in the pharmacy.

"Xianjun, I'm sorry to make you worry." The little tiger looked at Xianjun Pengwu's blue and black eyes, and said very guilty.

Immortal Pengwu glanced at him with a smile, and shook his head, "This matter... I'm to blame for my lack of thoughtfulness. If you hadn't come back, I would really have to apologize to Fengmu with death." With a guilty look on his face, "Fengmu already knows what you are doing for collecting medicine..."

The little tiger was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized, "He knows where I am missing, so he must ask clearly." He in turn comforted Immortal Pengwu: "It's okay, don't worry, I'm just lying. It will also make Master drink that medicine, so just do it."

Immortal Pengwu smiled and teased him: "You are very determined in this regard."

The little tiger chuckled twice, but didn't reply.

Immortal Pengwu's medicine is naturally extraordinary, and the little tiger didn't actually hurt his muscles, bones and inner alchemy, so he was able to jump around alive and well at night.

With the medicine that the little tiger desperately brought, Immortal Pengwu quickly prepared the medicine to help Fengmu restore his root of love.

So the little tiger joyfully took the medicine to find Fengmu, intending to trick him into taking the medicine.

Before the little tiger knocked on the door of Fengmu's room, there was a sound of "Come in" from inside, and the little tiger pushed the door open and went in.

Feng Mu was still reading with a book in his hand. Seeing the little tiger come in, he put down the book, and said in a vaguely serious voice, "Come here."

When the little tiger heard Feng Mu calling him, he obediently walked over and called Master softly.

When Feng Mu heard this master, his heart softened again, and he didn't care about his nonsense today, and he felt that he probably couldn't explain it clearly, so he waved him to come forward and asked softly : "Does the injury still hurt?"

The little tiger shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Feng Mu sighed, with a bit of reproach and concern in his tone: "If you hadn't met my master, you would have died. For this medicine, why not?"

The little tiger comforted him with a smile, "I'm lucky and lucky, and because of this medicine, it's very difficult."

Feng Mu stretched out his hand, rubbed his head, spread his white jade-like hand in front of his eyes, and asked, "Where's the medicine? Bring it, I'll take it."