Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 445

"What about age?" Mo Junli frowned, wiped off the last trace of tears on the little girl's face, and put down the wet handkerchief that was gradually cooling down, "The face can be changed by changing the appearance, but what about the body shape?"

"Isn't the posture of an octogenarian different from that of a man in his 30s or [-]s?"

"It's not a big problem." Mu Xici shook his head lightly, "Taoism's own method of nourishing energy and nourishing one's life can delay the five declines to a certain extent. A hundred-year-old white-haired Taoist priest who is as vigorous as a young man can also There are plenty of people."

"Ayan, you haven't met my master. In the previous life, I didn't know how old he was. I only know that he only had white hair in six years, but his face didn't change at all."

"If you let him shave his beard so that he can keep his hair tied up, he might look about the same size as Mo Shuyuan's dog."

"So powerful!" Mo Junli couldn't help being speechless after hearing this, and then subconsciously looked down at the girl in front of him, his thoughts were strangely distorted for a moment, "So, Ah Ci, you still seem...also related to this?"

"?!"

Master Mu stared at him suddenly, she was taken aback for a moment, and then instinctively punched it out with a fist.

"Delaying aging doesn't affect normal growth, I think you are tired of living!!" The little girl cursed and tried to touch two talismans.

Seeing this, the boy hastily stretched out his hand to hold down her sleeve-drawn hand, and his lips played fast when he apologized.

"I was wrong, Ah Ci, I was wrong, I didn't mean that, really!" Mo Junli's eyes were full of sincerity (the desire to survive), and he changed the subject immediately, "Why don't you continue talking about 'human puppets'? !"

——He really didn't mean that she was short, he just felt that this girl had always grown smaller.

Ordinarily, a girl at the age of cardamom is already a half-grown girl, and Le Wan thirteen was about the same age as Xiao Miaotong, Shi Ya and others who were fifteen or sixteen years old.

On the contrary, it is his family's little national teacher, who is not much taller (although he is still the shortest in the family in various senses), but at the age of 13, he still looks more like a little girl of eleven or twelve.

"It's over, don't talk, anyway, it's useless to talk too much."

"You know it's a combination of Gu, talisman and formation, just a troublesome method to forcefully control others."

"Other things, I can't wait until I find Master and ask him. I can't be in a hurry." Master Mu puffed up his face angrily, as if he was about to jump off the table. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly raised his arms to hug him down.

——Just kidding, this little girl is wearing a long gown, long skirt and embroidered shoes, so she can't sprain her feet when she jumps off the table?

Mu Xici fell to the ground, clenched her fists, and walked behind the table without saying a word. She still remembered that she had promised Ye Zhifeng at noon that she would write her a set of formulas for restraining the qi technique when she came back.

Mo Junli knew that he accidentally touched the little girl's nipples, so naturally he didn't dare to make any noise at this time.

He only diligently served tea and water, spread paper and ink for others, and brought a lot of fresh melons and fruits and freshly made snacks from the small kitchen in the waterside pavilion, and set up a small table full of them.

"...Ayan, it's almost done." Master Mu raised his hands to cover his face, pulling the corners of his lips helplessly, she couldn't hold her breath at all, "I just wrote a formula for Sister Ye, You don't need to get so many things out."

In front of her were four or five sets of high-quality rice paper of different sizes and categories.

From the plain surface of sandalwood skin to the powdered jade plate ice plum powder wax paper, colored and non-coloured, painted and not painted, drawing thread printing with flowers and plants, he found it all!

And that ink, she really didn't intend to write talismans, nor did she want to draw pictures, he wouldn't be able to grind out so many colors, the azurite and cinnabar made her heart bleed——

Of course, this is not the most frightening thing. The most frightening thing is that there are three or four pots of tea on the small mobile table on her left, and two boxes of snacks and two plates of fruit on the small table on the right.

Judging from the aroma wafting out of the pot, this old fellow brewed a pot of Lu'an Guapian, a pot of Xinyang Maojian, and a pot of Junshan Silver Needle.

Melons and fruits are also tributes from small border towns such as Yuechuan in the East China Sea and Sangruo in Southern Xinjiang. Even the desserts are freshly made!
Hell, she just wanted to write a formula quietly——

"Huh?" Mo Junli's hand fiddling with the teapot paused slightly, and then he put down a can of West Lake Longjing that was about to be "poisoned", and pinched his cuffs a little helplessly, "A Ci, are you not angry?"

"I didn't have much energy in the first place." Grand Master Mu sighed sadly. She didn't like being told that she was short and looked young, but this was the truth, and she couldn't completely deny it, could she?
In addition, during the meeting at Mengsheng Building at noon, she was already angry with her second brother, so how can she be angry again this time.

She's not that bad-tempered.

"You make so much tea and serve so many fruit snacks, it's a waste if you can't finish them." The little girl wrinkled her face, her eyes were full of pain, "It's a lot of money."

This table is full of expensive and good things. Adding up the bits and pieces, you can raise several more army horses and store up a hundred catties of grain and grass!

"It's a good thing that Ninglu and Heling are not here, otherwise they will watch you, and they will definitely scold you to death." Mu Xici pursed his mouth and muttered, and then put down his brush and blew on the half-dried ink on the paper, " Here, the formula for Sister Ye."

"When the ink is completely dry, you can pass it to Yan Chuan and let him take it to Sister Ye tonight."

"Qianping's national luck is in full swing, and there must be many unlucky people in Beijing who are affected by luck. If her qi-watching technique is not restrained a little, her eyes will probably be dazzled."

Well, according to her observations, after today's lunch, the poor saint of northern Xinjiang should be almost blind.

The little girl secretly lit two candles for the cold girl in her heart, Mo Junli grinned when she heard the words, and silently collected the extra sheets of rice paper on the table.

"Little housekeeper." The young man lowered his tone, and pointed at the pots of tea casually, "It's okay, Ah Ci, you drink one pot, I drink one pot, and I will send the remaining pot to Yan Chuan later, so Can't waste it."

"As for the melon and fruit snacks, you can eat them, and I will eat the rest slowly when I am reading at night."

...No, why does she feel that Yan Chuan is so miserable?

Not only do you have to run errands for your master, but you are also responsible for drinking the unfinished tea?
Mu Xici tilted his head and rested his chin—good guy, this tea has been steeped for a while, and it will become thicker after steeping.

Cold strong tea is the most bitter and unbearable. People like her who are used to drinking tea will find it hard to swallow, even the best tea.

What's more, tea already has a refreshing effect, if this pot of strong tea is poured down, Yan Chuan probably won't have to sleep tonight.

"Ayan." The little girl squinted her chin, "Why don't you give Yan Chuan a monthly fee."

Mo Junli was startled when he heard this: "Huh?"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day he can't bear it anymore, and he will play regicide just like my second brother."

　Yan Chuan, the worst tool man in the audience
　　I always feel like I wanted to say something these two days but forgot
　　Ah ~
　　forget it
　　think about it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)