This fairy has some tea

Chapter 150
Just these few encounters made Ying Hui lose the respect he had for this master at the beginning.

In fact, every time I see this master, it makes her eyes hot.

The first time I was brought to the door by the master, it turned out to be the most serious time for this master.

For example, now, according to the instructions of the disciples on duty, Ying Hui walked around in the green bamboo sea, bypassing the hidden bamboo forest.Finally came to the Biyou Bamboo House, in front of the bamboo house, a handsome old man with black hair still loosely scattered behind his head, holding a thin sword in his right hand, and holding a frail and boneless beauty in his arms with his left hand, The gentle lips were falling on the lips of the beauty, like glue, and the surrounding green bamboo leaves fell from the air, falling on the two of them like rain. Obviously, the old man had just danced a sword.

Behind the two, a beautiful beauty is playing the piano. Amid the melodious sound of the piano, the beauty raises her eyes stupidly, looking at the two people who are kissing, feeling sad.

Ying Hui couldn't help admiring that the old master is indeed a cultivator of sentimentalism. Not to mention the concubines in the backyard, they are showing mercy everywhere, with a frown, a smile, or even a back view, the female cultivators who can seduce him are jealous of him.

Seeing her staring at her like watching a monkey show, not even a bit shy, Zhenjun Liushang could no longer kiss her indifferently.

Let go of the beauty's slender waist like a water snake, and reprimanded angrily: "Have you seen enough, you are also a big girl, don't you know how to avoid suspicion?
What is wrong with you? You are ashamed to imitate your master. You are a girl, how can you be like him? "

True Monarch Liushang was heartbroken.

"The master is unparalleled in beauty, the grandma looks like a fairy, I was stunned for a while, it's normal, master, why did you arrange me for me?

If I also become a Nascent Soul in the future, I will definitely be like my master, marry a beautiful young man in the yard, and lie drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, and my practice will not be in vain. "

Upon hearing this, Zhenjun Liushang laughed loudly, "My good boy, you have the bearing of your master, unlike your master who is prudish, and will bully me all day long."

The woman with the waist of the water snake was interrupted, and she was a little unhappy. Seeing that it was Ying Hui, the great disciple, but she could only suppress her. Hearing her call her teacher at this moment, she was immediately elated. Even though she knew it was just a joke, she still shyly gave it The two made room and retreated.

On the contrary, the beautiful woman playing the piano, hesitated for a moment, still a little unwilling, and continued to play the piano pretending to be ignorant.

The woman with the waist of the water snake sneered, but ignored her and left.

"Master, quickly taste the cakes I made with my own hands. See if you like them. If you like them, I will often make them in the future to honor you."

Ying Hui opened the box, and a box full of exquisite pastries of various colors leaked out.

There are lotus-shaped white jade lotus crisps, which are made of white jade lotus petals, mixed with lotus root powder made of white jade lotus to make the outer skin, and the inner skin is made of lotus seeds of the white jade lotus, which are peeled and cored.

There are also long-hoofed snow venison pancakes, each made into the size of a thumb, and the puff pastry made of top-grade purple rice.

The Taiwei Immortal Sect also provides spiritual food, but most of them are more like home-cooked meals. It is pragmatism to keep the spiritual energy as much as possible without caring about the appearance.

Therefore, such an exquisite pastry really made the self-proclaimed romantic Zhenjun Liushang praise a few words and eat a few more mouthfuls.

"There is nothing to be courteous about, tell me, what's the matter."

"Look at what you said, master, if there is nothing wrong, disciples and grandchildren can't respect you?"

Zhenjun Liuzhang performed a dedusting technique on his white and slender hands, and said quietly: "You said this, don't regret it."

"Don't, don't, master, just take a look at you, and the disciple will be humble, why do you take it seriously?
My grandson really encountered difficulties this time. I am in this sect, and only Master and you can rely on me. If Master is not around, then I am the first to think of you. Master, you must help me. "

"If you talk nonsense again, you don't need to talk anymore."

Zhenjun Liushang, a passionate person, never gave half of this sentimental charity when facing their master and apprentice, which made Zhenwei Zhiwei heartbroken countless times. Now Yinghui understands Master a little bit.

"It's like this. I got a magic weapon before joining the sect, but I'm missing a weapon spirit. I want to ask Master to take me to pick one."

Fearing that he would really be driven out, Ying Hui quickly poured out what he asked for.

Zhenjun Liushang was a little surprised. After all, with Ying Hui's family background, he definitely couldn't afford a magic weapon that could afford Qi Ling.

Therefore, it can only be obtained by her own chance.

She is only a little old, how many people can't use a top-grade magic weapon during the foundation building period, and she has already used a magic weapon that can hold the spirit of a weapon?
Does this magic weapon collectively refer to all magical weapons and spiritual weapons, or just refer to the real magic weapon? True Monarch Liuzhang thinks that it is mostly the former. He is already a Nascent Soul, and he doesn't have many real magic weapons.

Therefore, he guessed that most of the magic weapons Ying Hui mentioned were spiritual weapons.

Even so, it is amazing enough.

"What type of magic weapon is it, and what kind of weapon spirit do you want?
Do you want spirits, plants, or animals?
Want to be smart, or honest? "

If you want these ordinary weapon spirits, you can get them if you have money. Why do you need her to come to him?

Ying Hui didn't reply right away, but tilted his head to look at Sister Qingli who was still playing beside her.

Zhenjun Liuzhang snorted, and laughed secretly that this little girl is really small-minded, but she is only a weapon spirit, what can't others know?
Just thinking so in my heart, I still waved the female cultivator to retreat.

Nurse Qingli was not reconciled, she finally had the cheek to get rid of the others, and she wanted to wait until Yinghui retired so that she could have a chance to be alone with Zhenjun Liushang.

Seeing that the chance to get it was interrupted by Ying Hui, even though he was unwilling, he did not dare to resist, and sternly gouged Ying Hui a few times.

Yinghui Light Bulb was used to it, and he didn't take it seriously at all. Seeing the woman's resentment, Master Liuzhang frowned.

"Can I talk this time?"

Master Liushang raised his teacup and asked again.

"I want a Nascent Soul to be a tool spirit."

After Yinghui finished speaking at the fastest speed, she quickly hugged her head, lest her master would be so angry that she would blow her dog's head off after hearing about it.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "poof", and a mouthful of hot tea came out of Zhenjun's mouth.

Fortunately, Ying Hui hugged her head in time, and the scalding hot tea did not fall on her head, which made her very lucky.

True Monarch Liuzhang quickly cast the barrier, pointed at Yinghui with a trembling finger, and said, "You, what did you just say?"

Ying Hui held his head in both hands, refused to let go, and raised his voice and replied: "I said, I want a Nascent Soul to be a tool spirit!"

(End of this chapter)