Transmigrating into the Villain’s White Rabbit Master

Mo Shulin didn't expect such a master to go anywhere, so he turned around and went to the kitchen, preparing to pour teacher tea.

In order to avoid being involved in the fire, the kitchen was built separately from the main house. In order to prevent insects and ants, the main house is heightened by a section. If Mo Shulin wanted to go to the kitchen, he could no longer walk along the outdoor corridor with the awning, and he had to step into the knee-deep snow.

Going to the kitchen is indeed very troublesome, but in order to win Bai Yuming's favor, there must be etiquette.

The snow has stopped. Silver-clad plain, holy and beautiful. The scenery of Yuexue Peak is as independent as its owner, with a... Thinking of those tender, white and delicate feet, Mo Shulin felt that the soft white snow on the mountain was all pale.

I don't know when to forget those messy pictures. Mo Shulin really annoyed the lingering feet in his mind.

Mo Shulin, who was only ten years old, finally opened the kitchen door, only to find that the kitchen was empty.

The dust in the kitchen is thick with nails deep, daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, and salt are completely absent, and pots and kitchen knives are rusty. The chopping board was obviously longer than the mushrooms. It was obvious that the chopping board was not only not stained with greasy things, but even the light was not seen several times. The kitchen door stays open all year round, so it's very warm from light.

Also, the monks in the Mahayana period need no food. I want to come to this kitchen from the thatched house, but I haven't used it.

Fortunately, there are still some objects in Mo Shulin's storage bag.

I took out the tea set, saucer, tea, and Lingquan from the storage bag, and heated the Lingquan with a firewood for an unknown period of time in the kitchen, and finally there was hot water to make tea.

After Mo Shulin made the tea, he didn't forget to warm the water, thinking that he could drink a sip of hot tea to warm himself up.

Mo Shulin returned to the main hall with the brewed tea.

Bai Yuming was still looking at the script with relish, with his head leaning on the back of the chair, his clean feet curled up and stepping on the armrest of the chair, his whole body ball-shaped. I have finished reading the last book, and now it is called "Ghost King Tyrant Marries Pear Flower Fairy".

Perhaps the plot is too tense and terrifying, with toes curled slightly to buckle the armrest of the chair, hands holding the book stiff and hard, pinching out some traces of the book cover. The content is too exciting. Bai Yuming frowned, his teeth biting his lips, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on the text, afraid and unwilling to put down the book.

"..." Mo Shulin could only hold tea and wait.

After a short while, Bai Yuming finished watching the thrilling plot and arrived at the transition chapter. He exhaled slowly, and his whole body relaxed. The feet that had originally stepped on the armrests slowly straightened as the body relaxed, returning to the lazy posture of the popliteal resting on the armrest of the chair. Those feet swayed in mid-air again, as if they were still reminiscing about the intense and exciting scene, and did not find Mo Shulin standing by.

Mahayana practitioners are so unconscious. No wonder Bai Yuming was so easily planted in the previous life. Only half an hour after Mo Shulin worshiped Bai Yuming as his teacher, he understood that Bai Yuming was really unsuspecting.

The feet were still dangling, Mo Shulin sighed, not knowing where to fall. With a cruel heart, he simply knelt in front of Bai Yuming and respectfully offered tea with both hands, "Thank you Master for taking me in. Please Master for a cup of tea."

Bai Yuming was stunned for a while when he saw the tea, and when he met Mo Shulin's black eyes, he realized that he was no longer alone, but had an additional disciple.

"Yes, that's right. Apprentices have to drink tea. Okay, I drink." Bai Yuming said afterwards.

Bai Yuming put down the script, and stepped on his shoes, with a red robe covering his feet, revealing only two toes like tender lotus buds. She wanted to be ashamed and more lovely.

Mo Shulin blushed when he saw it. It was a child. He didn't have too many thoughts that he shouldn't have. He only felt that this respected master was so serious and ashamed of the immortal family. It is really a rabbit demon, with a demon-like demon in his behavior, clearly human, but without the courtesy, justice and shame that a person should have. Mo Shulin was ashamed of this, and felt that he should correct his words and deeds so that he would be born again.

Bai Yuming took Mo Shulin's tea. The taste is fragrant and the temperature is moderate. Although it is not a good spirit tea, it is also a good product among mortals.

"Not bad, good tea." Bai Yuming praised politely.

Bai Yuming felt that he shouldn't disappoint his apprentice, so he drank it after two sips.

Ordinary people mean to take a sip or two, holding the master stand and starting to set the rules. It was the first time that Ren Mo Shulin was a man of two generations and saw this scene of drinking tea with a teacher in such fierce waves.

Mo Shulin saw Bai Yuming smacking his lips after drinking, clearly drinking very well.

In order to establish the image of a good apprentice who is well-behaved, sensible and considerate, Mo Shulin can only ask carefully: "Master, do you still want to drink?"

Bai Yuming was stunned. He originally only wanted to show his disciple face, but he didn't want the disciple to think he was thirsty. But to the disciple's dark and innocent eyes, Bai Yuming was really embarrassed to refuse, and could only answer: "Okay, then, let's have another cup."

The sensible and considerate apprentice Mo Shulin could only walk the knee-deep snow to the kitchen and pour a cup of tea.

However, Bai Yuming is a layman who doesn't waste a bit of food. This teacup is no more than a hand-painted blue and white porcelain cover bowl teacup with a larger palm. After waiting for the tea, the Bai Yuming has forgotten to learn the lesson.

Mo Shulin: "..."

Mo Shulin couldn't think that Mo Shulin liked tea so much, he could only ask carefully, "Master, do you want more?"

Bai Yuming realized then, "..."

Facing the disciple’s dark eyes that were cautiously lest he be angry, Bai Yuming couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only gritted his teeth and said, "Then, please."

Such a cute little apprentice, how could he hurt the little apprentice's heart.

The tea poured by the apprentice must be drunk

The apprentice’s question must be agreed.

The two people that the chicken and the duck talked about are just one cup after another. After drinking a full seven or eight cups, Bai Yuming drank his stomach full, only to think of an excuse, "By the way, as a master, I should give something away."

There is no table in the room, so Bai Yuming used the technique to put the tea cup on another chair.

Seeing the teacup finally far away, both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Finally no more tea.

Finally no more tea.

Bai Yuming took out his storage bag and looked inward while digging it out, but the more he digs it out, the more he frowns.

The scene was awkward.

Seeing Bai Yuming's face, Mo Shulin hurried to save the field, "Master does not have to spend money. The disciple's spiritual roots are injured and cannot be practiced with spiritual energy. Lingshi is equivalent to ordinary money, and the magic weapon is even more useless to me. It can be taken by the master. It is already a great honor for the disciple, and the disciple is extremely grateful to Master. Rather than storing those things as scraps at the disciple’s place, it is better for Master to keep in his hands and realize their due value."

Mo Shulin exaggerated a bit.

His spiritual root was indeed injured, but his cultivation base was still there, and he could barely maintain at the seventh stage of Qi training. Due to the influence of demonic energy, his cultivation level was unable to enter the territory. If the spiritual root is completely abolished, how did he practice demonic cultivation techniques in his previous life?

Mo Shulin just said that because he didn't want to embarrass the impoverished Bai Yuming.

But Bai Yuming was able to take him in and give him the title of closed disciple, Mo Shulin was already very content.

"That's right." Bai Yuming slipped down the steps built by his disciple, and put the white rabbit fur that he finally took out into his storage bag, his white cheeks were a little red.

It was the rabbit fur that he shed last year. Although the rabbit fur is not directly shaved, it can be sold for money when collected. It's always a little weird to give students their own body hair.

Mo Shulin didn't know that it was Bai Yuming's rabbit hair, but thought it was cotton or something to keep out the cold.

Seeing the little hair ball, he seemed to have millions of monsters running past. If he didn't say anything, could Bai Yuming want to give him a ball of hair?

The master gave the apprentice a tuft of hair, which is ridiculous. And the number is so small, not even a finger cot. His master is really poor to the level of a god.

Mo Shulin thought that he had been accustomed to big winds and waves in his two lives, and he couldn't think that there was a sky outside the sky, and there were people outside the world. Bai Yuming was really a wizard in the world of masters.

Bai Yuming felt that it was not good to give anything, so he took a few books from his storage bag and handed them to Mo Shulin, "Now that the mountain is covered by snow, there is nothing wrong. Just check it out on weekdays and pass the time. "

The elders' offerings have almost been issued, Bai Yuming thought, it's not too late to buy something for the little apprentices after the offerings are issued. It's all because he doesn't have the habit of saving money, and he spends it every month after receiving the monastic offerings. Now he is really poor and in vain.

Mo Shulin thought it was a martial arts move or a secret book for strengthening the body, and took the book from Bai Yuming with a smile on his face.

However, when he saw the title of the book, his smile froze.

Master can really dare to give it.

"The Strongest Demon and Unfeeling Immortal Venerable", "The Highly Priced Wife Who Can Cross the Tribulation", "The Waste Wood Farmers Farming Against the Xiuxian Road", "Don't Run the Charming Doctor", "It's Hard to Stop Getting the Devil's Love"

The names of the first few books are very gaudy. The relationship between the three realms gradually became tense, and Bai Yuming actually had a love story about Demon Venerable. This is simply a test on the edge of danger. No wonder the previous Bai Yuming was so easily planted. Reading these books all day, the minds of the Mahayana practitioners are broken.

No matter how turbulent the heart is, Mo Shulin still earnestly accepted the book given by Bai Yuming and thanked Master as quietly as possible.

"Yeah. Then you can find a place to settle yourself. There are no others on the mountain, so don't be restrained. The house is small, and I don’t have much work to do. I need to raise my body first. The weather is cold these days and the mountains are dangerous. You should not go out and stay more. Reading and drinking tea in the room. My bedroom is on the right side. If you have anything to do, you can find me next door. If you have nothing to do, you can find me and chat." Bai Yuming felt that there was nothing wrong, so he said, "Then I will go back to the room. Rested." It's better to go back to the room and read a book.

Mo Shulin gave Bai Yuming a gift, but he didn't know what to complain about.

When I look at Bai Yuming, I know that Bai Yuming is a bunny essence that doesn't work on all fours, and has no pets. Fortunately, he is not really a ten-year-old child, otherwise Bai Yuming would definitely be nurtured.

But no matter how unreliable Bai Yuming is, no matter how ruined the house is, Yuexue Peak is always a good place to go.

In the previous life, he was just an outside disciple who was oppressed by others, but in this life he was inexplicably awarded the title of closed disciple.

Thinking that there is a middle-grade spirit stone to pick up every month without having to pick up tasks, Mo Shulin felt that the air was very fresh, and even the snowy weather was exceptionally beautiful.

There is not much difference between a thatched house and a small farmyard.

The thatched house is only one storey high. To the north are Bai Yuming's bedroom, main hall and study room. The east row is the residence of the disciples, divided into four equally. The house on the north and the house on the east are connected by an outdoor corridor. To the west is the kitchen, and to the south is the courtyard gate that has collapsed. It is estimated that there was a fence in the yard, which happened to be square. It's just that the fence couldn't stand the baptism of years at first, and it was not repaired after it broke.

Mo Shulin chose the one that relied on the study the most. There are beds, tables, and cabinets in the house. Although there is as much dust as the kitchen, the wood is solid. Mo Shulin tried it and didn't take out the bed from the storage bag when he felt it was OK. Can save some is some, who knows if he has another one after this bed breaks up.

It was impossible to read what Bai Yuming gave. As a disciple, Mo Shulin would naturally do what he should do.

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