Jiang Niannian looked at the widow in front of her who was crying and begging for an explanation, then looked at her own apprentice who was sitting next to her with an indifferent look on his face. She felt that the cup of Bu Ye Hou that she had just brewed in her hand no longer smelled good.
She held her forehead helplessly and said, "You little devil, what trouble have you caused today that I, your teacher, have to take the blame for?"
"Immortal, you have to take care of your disciple. Our family depends on this hen to lay eggs to nourish the child." The widow said with tears and snot, her voice trembling. She pointed at Yin Buqi and said, "He strangled the chicken to death! I am a woman with no man at home, and I am bullied like this?!"
Seeing that she was really excited, Jiang Niannian sincerely comforted her, "It's my fault for not disciplining me properly. How do you want me to make it up to you?"
The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Of course I have to pay for it."
"That's easy." Jiang Niannian took out a bag of spirit stones from her sleeve and handed it over: "Do you think these are enough?"
The widow narrowed her eyes, took the bag and weighed it in her palm, then opened it and took a look, humming, "Immortal, you don't know that your disciple trampled to death a guard dog of mine yesterday. Isn't this a little less?"
Yin Buqi took a quick look and saw that the bag of spirit stones was enough to buy a house. He sneered, "Money is the key to success."
The widow was choked by her and pointed at him for a long time, "You!"
Yin Buqi sat there, propping up his head and looking at Jiang Niannian. His long black hair was tied up with a hairpin, and his black jade-embroidered robe fell on the ground in a circle. He noticed that the widow was looking at him, and he curled his lips and forced a smile, "What do you mean by me? If you look at me with those dirty eyes of yours again, I'll pop your eyeballs out."
The widow was furious and was about to cry again.
"Buqi, don't say anything more!" Jiang Niannian was overwhelmed and took out another bag of spirit stones and handed it over, "Is it enough now?"
The widow stopped being nervous when she took out the money, and her eyes began to shine. When the spiritual stone was really delivered to her, the light in her eyes could no longer be blocked.
She accepted it happily, quickly put on a smile under Yin Buqi's gloomy gaze, and nodded hurriedly.
He turned around and left without looking back.
Jiang Niannian looked at Yin Buqi and said, "Tell me, what happened?"
Yin Buqi smiled playfully: "Nothing, I just don't like that hen."
Every time he passed by, the widow's chickens and dogs would bark at him, which was very annoying.
"When will you control your temper? All things have spirits, they are not toys that can be killed casually. Tell me, you..."
Jiang Niannian was still speaking earnestly, but Yin Buqi obviously didn't listen.
He felt bored, so he hooked a strand of her hair with his slender jade fingers and started playing with it.
There was always a faint fragrance in Master’s hair, soft as smoke and dense as fog, and he liked it very much.
A breeze blew in from the window, blowing Jiang Niannian's hair away from his fingertips. His fingers ran over the hair, feeling as delicate as silk, and his fingertips felt an itch that scratched his heart and liver.
He subconsciously grabbed a strand of hair and put it to his lips, kissing it gently.
Her lips were deep red, making her skin look extremely pale. Her features were deep and her eyes were slightly red, giving her a strange and decadent look.
The hair on the lips was pulled away, and Jiang Niannian said angrily: "Go out and kneel down. When you realize your mistake, come back in."