"Master..." The cook looked closely at the person in front of him, his eyes filled with her figure, and his hands were loosened and tightened several times. Focus, as if there is something soft, slowly flowing out from it.
Lonely Moon: "..." I always think it smells like dog food.
"Okay, everyone, let's go down and rest." He waved to the three disciples behind him, stop eating dog food here.
The three of them just bowed and walked away with Gu Yue, but they couldn't help but turn their eyes back, frequently looking at the two people in front of the mountain gate. These disciples seldom go to the apse, and Yi Qing has been away from the sect for many years, so they don't know his relationship with Shen Ying, and they can't help but feel a little puzzled at this time.
Did you hear it wrong? They heard Master Yi Qing just now, it seems to be called Master Shen, Master? But looking at their appearance, they don't look like master and apprentice
The cook didn't move until everyone walked away, and he finally seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He stretched out his hand and hugged the person in front of him, so tight that there was no gap, with a warm breath, accompanied by his low tone. Drilling into the bottom of the ear, there is a faint taste of grievance.
"Master..."
"Um."
"Master..."
"Hey."
"Master..."
"What?"
He just called her loudly, as if he was not tired of it, but with a low voice.
"Master..."
"what?"
"Master..."
"How about you make up the number of characters?" Shen Ying tilted her head.
The chef was stunned for a moment, and then hugged him a little tighter. Then he changed the sentence, but the grievance was stronger, "Master... I miss you. I miss you... I miss you!"
Shen Ying stopped for a while, then reached out and hugged her back, her face was a little hot for no reason. Oops, the old fritters will also be swayed by such straightforward words! So, I couldn't help but reply, "Me too."
The cook was stunned for a moment. The corners of his mouth, which had always been paralyzed, began to rise more than usual. He lowered his head and buried his head in the hair behind her, so he hugged her tighter.
He hugged him for a long time until Shen Ying felt a little sore.
"Cook!"
"Um."
"Can I cook now?"
"… "
As the saying goes, one can't forget one's roots, and one can't be a cook.
The cook came back, and Shen Ying finally returned to the wonderful life of eating five meals a day. Maybe it was because Dad Niu had been limited to three meals a day for a long time, but Shen Ying actually felt a little overwhelmed.
So it was rare to go out for a walk. This one originally went to the back mountain, but ended up slipping to the front hall. Four disciples are practicing magic in the martial arts field. Since going out, several disciples of Fatty Cult have improved their cultivation, and one of them has directly broken through to the late stage of Jindan, which may be mainly due to the improvement of mood.
When it came to Jianxing, because of the serious injury, his cultivation did not increase much. It has been raised in the pie for a few months, and now it is back. He is still the highest cultivation base among the four. Moreover, Dad Niu taught him swordsmanship, and he also learned it, and there are already signs of sword intent.
A few days ago, I heard Dad Niu bragging in front of the cook, saying that he should be the first one to go down the mountain among the four. With the cultivation of Nascent Soul, there should be no problem in establishing a sect.
Originally, Dad Niu had the idea of letting him go down the mountain when he went out for training last time, but he happened to be seriously injured, so he came back to raise him for a while. It's just a few days away, and after Gu Yue's assessment, he will be released from the mountain. The first cultivating sect on this plane is the sword cultivating sect, and Father Niu has come here and there from time to time these days. It was as if some life wish had finally come to an end.
Shen Ying glanced at a few people, didn't care, and was about to slip back, but found a familiar figure sitting next to the martial arts field, staring seriously at the four practicing. She hesitated, then turned and walked over.
"Mushroom." She called out, but the other party didn't respond. She had to take a few steps closer and sat directly beside her, "Is this beautiful?"
"Ah?!" Mushroom was startled, turned his head to look at her, and then smiled, "Shen Ying, why are you here?"
"You'll be there if you walk." It was definitely not because she was not there and she got lost, she replied casually, "Why didn't you go to Houshan to plant mushrooms?" No one led the way.
"Hui Ze said that there is no need to grow mushrooms anymore, so I stopped growing them."
Shen Ying stopped eating the pastry, turned her head to look at her, and then slowly responded, "Oh." She looked down at the small bench under her butt, and continued to ask, "Are you well? already?"
"Yeah." She nodded vigorously, "Hui Ze helped me heal it, and it's all right now. Look!" After speaking, she stretched out her hand and let her take a look, with an innocent look on her face.
Shen Ying tilted her head, took her hand, and really looked at it, "How long does it take to heal?"
"It'll be fine in a month." She smiled even more happily, "I'll be all right before you guys come back."
"Oh." Shen Ying narrowed her eyes, patted the pastry crumbs on her hands, opened the bag, took out a red fruit, and handed it over, "Do you want to eat it?"
Mushroom's eyes lit up, and the chicken nodded as if pecking at the rice, "Eat!" After nodding, he took it, holding the fruit in both hands, and biting it.
She ate a piece of fruit quickly, then looked back at her brightly, and said sweetly, "Thank you."
However, Shen Ying's eyes sank instantly, and the languid breath on her body was taken away, "You're wrong!"
"Ah?" Mushroom was taken aback.
The next moment, Shen Ying suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck, "You forgot to give me the card." Good person card!
"You..." Before she could say a word, her whole body was lifted by her hand. A terrifying breath rushed towards her in an instant, and it was obvious that the other party wasn't holding her tightly, and she felt unable to breathe. Boundless terror swept over, and there was only one word left in my mind: death!
Her voice came word by word, "Speak! Where's the mushroom?"
"What are you doing?" The other party didn't have time to answer, but the disciples who were practicing over there had already gathered around, and it was Jian Xing who was rushing in front, still holding a practicing sword.
"You... what are you doing?" Jian Xing glanced at Shen Ying, looked at the person in her hand worriedly, and was a little nervous, "Hurry up and let go of Mushroom Girl."
The other disciples also spoke out.
"Master, you are..."
"Master, Mushroom's injury is just right. If she really hits you somewhere, please don't bother with her."
"Yes, Master, although mushrooms are demons, they are good. Can you let her go first?"