Facts have proved that the two or three heavy snowfalls that Ye Qingling mentioned really valued this broken thatched cottage.
No matter how hard Mo Shulin tried to maintain it, on the night of the heavy snowfall, the thatched cottage fell under the first gust of wind without any hesitation.
The wind like a knife is mixed with snow enough to bury a person.
bang.
Mo Shulin was not given any time to react.
The whole roof just fell down like that.
The bamboo frame hit Mo Shulin directly on the head, almost taking him away.
Thanks to the fact that the thatched cottage fell into disrepair for a long time, the section of bamboo on Mo Shulin's head was eaten by insects, and it was no stronger than his forehead, so Mo Shulin's life was saved.
The day before the roof collapsed, White jade tea taught him a lesson, saying, "Don't look at my dilapidated house, have you heard of "The Inscription of the Humble Room"? If the mountain is not high, there will be immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons." This is a shabby room, but I have virtue. This shows that no matter how the house looks, how much it costs to build. As long as there is me."
White jade tea emphasized emphatically, "There is me!"
"It's precious enough, and doesn't need those vulgar things to set it off."
Master's literary talent is indeed outstanding, but his face is also outstanding.
As a junior, Mo Shulin could only sigh at White jade tea's extraordinary face while nodding his head in agreement, expressing that the nonsense Master said was absolutely right.
But whether the house was good or bad, Mo Shulin didn't care at all.
He has been a human being for two lifetimes, and he has long stopped caring about those foreign things. He was grateful enough for White jade tea to give him a place to stay.
What's more, no matter how good it is to live in, it's someone else's house, and the middle-grade spirit stones in your pocket are yours.
Mo Shulin was not a child, so he would rather live in a thatched cottage to get spirit stones than live in a splendid palace for nothing.
It's just that she didn't expect White jade tea to be white, but her mouth was as black as a consecration. The thatched cottage has survived for so many years, but as soon as White jade tea said it yesterday, it collapsed the next day.
After Mo Shulin was woken up by the blow, he immediately got out of the thatch, stepped on the thatch of the roof, and ran to find White jade tea in the heavy snow.
There was no sign of White jade tea around, nor was White jade tea's cry for help under the thatched roof.
With his hips crossed, Mo Shulin didn't dare to yell at the rabbit, so he could only utter the word "grass!" with his mouth aggrievedly, then took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily.
Mo Shulin stood angrily beside the grass nest in his memory, and carefully pulled the thatch with his hands.
As Mo Shulin expected.
Under the thatch is a big white rabbit sleeping on its back.
This is still a very fat and fat rabbit. It is chubby, and its fur is snow-white and softer than cotton, and it almost fills up the entire grass nest when it is spread out. Mo Shulin was so fat that he couldn't be sure if this fat rabbit was his family's charming and unparalleled Yuede Xianzun.
But this is not the time to think about why Master is so fat.
"Master, Master." Mo Shulin called out in a low voice.
Mo Shulin didn't dare to touch White jade tea lightly, for he was afraid that if he touched White jade tea, he would be bounced or blood would be splashed by spells.
No matter what, White jade tea was a Mahayana cultivator, and he couldn't really think that White jade tea could be bullied casually just because he looked easy to be bullied. Otherwise, why would everyone be eager to practice, and what they cultivate is the absolute strength that is invincible no matter what kind of conspiracy or magic.
Mo Shulin's two small sounds were not louder than the howling of the wind. Not only did White jade tea not wake up, he didn't even move his ears.
"Master." Mo Shulin could only speak louder.
This time, White jade tea responded.
The little fat rabbit groaned and groaned twice, and kicked the rabbit's legs, as if trying to kick away the disturbing sound.
Hearing that familiar voice, Mo Shulin was sure that this fat rabbit was really his master, not a fat rabbit that ran over from the mountains and took up the master's grass nest.
"Master." Mo Shulin continued his efforts and called out again.
This time, White jade tea turned over and rolled his body into a ball, with a pair of rabbit ears pressed to the sides of his head by the little rabbit paws. Because of his posture, the short, fluffy tail was raised and aimed at Mo Shulin.
Mo Shulin: "..."
I'm so angry, but I really want to poke the ball of Master's tail.
White jade tea must have been reading the storybook non-stop, and fell asleep until his body couldn't bear it anymore. Now it was the time when he was so sleepy that no one could wake him up.
He gave up.
Mo Shulin simply sat upwind, took out a spiritual umbrella that could withstand the wind and snow, and waited for White jade tea to wake up.
He originally wanted to meditate for a while, and recite spells and swordsmanship several times in his mind. But he just couldn't help opening his eyes again and again, looking at the fat bunny with balls.
Master is just such a round lump.
Limbs are small.
There is a small tail.
I really want to poke.
No no no. Mo Shulin quickly closed his eyes and controlled himself, so as not to go astray as being expelled from the school.
But Mo Shulin was worried that he would lose one glance. If you don't take advantage of the time you can see now, what will you do if you never see Master like this again
Mo Shulin waited until dawn in entanglement and struggle, and when White jade tea woke up, he couldn't come up with an ideal answer.
But the little fat rabbit who was sleeping soundly turned over one after another, asking Mo Shulin to praise the fat rabbit for having such a soft body. It can be seen that not only cats are liquids, but fat rabbits who have cultivated to the Mahayana stage can also make all kinds of meat. Liquid-like action.
Sun rise.
I'm tired of howling all night.
The distressed land has long been covered with white snow, and the Yuexue Peak has returned to tranquility and peace. The little white fox jumped in the snow, adding some vitality to Yuexue Peak.
"Morning apprentice." The sleepy White jade tea didn't even think to understand what was going on, and when he saw Mo Shulin beside him, he instinctively greeted him.
"..." 1. Mo Shulin, who hadn't slept or practiced all night, "Master, good morning."
"The air is really fresh today. It's beautiful." Fat Rabbit lay on his back on the grass nest, stretching his body lazily.
Mo Shulin watched the fat white ball elongate little by little, turning into a strip, then duang, and bounced back into a ball in a moment of relaxation.
Mo Shulin's heart beat faster because of White jade tea's cute appearance, but his expression didn't show at all, instead there was a trace of resentment in his eyes, "Master, look around."
Fat Rabbit yawned just now, and now he is still squinting his eyes. He obviously didn't look at it seriously, so he answered casually, "Huh? The snow is so vast, so beautiful."
Mo Shulin: "..."
Forget it, it’s not necessary, you can’t get angry, you have to respect your teacher, and you have to maintain a normal mind.
Mo Shulin silently recited the motto of the cross before speaking, "Master, the house has collapsed."
"Ah?! What?!" The Fat Rabbit jumped up and supported its fat body with its feet on the ground. It turned its head and looked around.
"Ah? My house collapsed!" Fat Rabbit pressed his paws to his face, unable to believe what he saw before his eyes.
His shack is gone! ! ! !
Mo Shulin kept glancing at the rabbit's tail from the corner of his eye, telling himself rationally to keep a normal mind.
Lingshi, Lingshi, can't poke, Lingshi, Lingshi, can't poke...
White jade tea believed that her shabby room had really collapsed, so she could only embarrassingly maintain the dignity of the master she didn't have, "Oh, look, this house is not very good at psychological quality, so I can't help boasting. Xiao Shushu should be taken as a warning .”
Mo Shulin: "..."
This dilapidated house doesn't cost money to repair, and it's useless to praise it ten thousand times.
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