not a monster

Chapter 408 Master Wants to Be Mistress
"Why do you always post Douyin as Moments?" Feng Wuli was speechless.

"Then if they can post it, why can't Master not post it?" She felt that she was still a fashionista, and this apprentice always said that she was stupid. After hundreds of years, she has always caught up with the trend, okay?
Back then she had studied in college for a while, but she was an intellectual 100 years ago,

Feng Wuli watched the latest short video she just posted, and there were indeed a bunch of demons and ghosts commenting below.

Part of it twisted cutely on her.

Some expressed shock that Master Wang Xilou actually had a lover.

There is a monster from Junsha below, with a superior tone of "I already knew it": "You don't understand, Mr. Wang and her apprentice are actually a husband and wife relationship!"

Good guy, even more shocked!

This is a world that pays great attention to follow-up, sects, and inheritance. The core spiritual entanglement methods of each school and school are modified and passed down from generation to generation. Lingtangle requires years of learning, and the average age of the apprentices is also how old Good qualifications are chosen among the children, so most of the masters who teach you practice are elders who are much older than you.

In those TV dramas and online dramas, there is always a relationship between master and apprentice. It seems that the relationship between master and apprentice is common, but it is really necessary to look at the whole practice world.

That was really pretty explosive.

Feng covered his face unreasonably, why did he feel so ashamed.

Disciple Xiao misses master or something, his reputation is gone.

But people in the circle feel that the explosion is due to the fact that few masters and apprentices form married couples, and it is just because of the rarity, not because of ethics.

The road of seeking the Dharma is too lonely, and human life is fragile. The immortal sits high on the clouds and overlooks all beings. For a hundred years or a thousand years, everything will return to dust except herself. Only true love can withstand the erosion of time.

As expected of a modern myth, the only terrifying god who has become a fairy for thousands of years is actually in love!Easily do things that other immortals can't do!

Below is a bunch of wishing Lord Wang and his lover a happy marriage for a hundred years.

There is also a pinch calling it so sweet, so sweet.

Then, the remaining half of the 30 fans are actually outsiders who don’t know what to do. They all feel that Mr. Wang is a meme, but they don’t have a clue what it is. Some fun people who don’t know what it is but just want to have fun Mr. Wang, so this account has become a pool of muddy water.

Many fun people in the comment area are explaining why newbies are called Mr. Wang, but they are basically nonsense, making up a long paragraph, and the end is either homophonic or bad, and there is also Crazy Thursday v me 50.

The private message has already fallen.

Wang Xilou has probably never opened a private message here, there are hundreds of messages, some ask questions about spiritual practice, some ask if they can visit Junsha, and some even say that they have admired him for a long time and hope to worship Wang Xilou as their teacher.

Actually understandable.

In the past, who could see the traces of immortals? How many practitioners traveled all over thousands of mountains and rivers to find an immortal, but they couldn't do it in their entire lives.

Now, Douyin can see you.

Sure enough, as the saying goes, technology changes life.

When she saw these things that showed her strength, she was immediately elated and smiled: "Haha, look, so many people want to worship me as a teacher. Do you think Master will find you some junior brothers and sisters?"

"Then you will find out that my senior brother has the final say in our sect, and the master is just a mascot."

"Say it again?"

"Turn in a circle."

Wang Xilou turned around obediently.

Heh, the immortal who is admired by thousands of people, the Yang God is just a voice-activated little zombie that he took over.

"... Besides this, what else can you do with Master?!"

"Starting tomorrow, I will give you the ledger and accounting in the flower shop, as well as a few contact information for the flower market."

"Eldest brother is our school's Dinghaishenzhen!" She is also a zombie who can bend and stretch.

Feng Wuli grinned, she also found it funny and laughed along, gave him a thump on the ribs, and then asked with a smile: "Do you not want Master to accept other apprentices?"

"No, do you want to accept it?"

"Which immortal is not sitting on one side of power. You see, the Great Sage is a monster from an entire overseas fairy mountain, and the Qing Emperor is also a group of fans. Before, Master was just the top fighter under him. I am now an immortal. Take a It's normal to pile up disciples and grandchildren, you see, those who want to take refuge in me also know that I have no team at Xinli Mountain, and want to become the first batch of master's cronies."

"So you really want to recruit disciples?"

She looked at his face with a smile, trying to find out some clues of emotions, and asked: "Master listens to the senior brother, if the senior brother wants the master to accept it, the master will accept it!"

"...You can accept it if you want, and ask me why."

"You're jealous." She smiled even more happily.

"...I don't know why, why are you jealous?"

"You are so cute! Let Master say it! Woohoo Master's treasure!" Wang Xilou laughed so hard that Feng pushed her away unreasonably. Wu Ideal recalled the fear of being dominated by Wang Xilou when he was five or six years old with small arms and calves-he had to hug his face and kiss him dozens of times a day.

How could he not know that she would definitely not accept disciples and establish a family, she just wanted to see himself upset because of jealousy.

"If you want to take it, you can take it, I want to be a teacher!"

Really sick of this zombie.

She held Feng Wuli's arm, and watched her Douyin with him, and said, "I heard people say that Douyin can make money, and I have more than 30 followers! Do you think Master can also use Douyin to make money?" With her hands in her pockets, she stretched her neck to watch him operate her vibrato.

"...Maybe it's really okay, sell goods or accept a few advertisements."

"Accept the advertisement? How?"

"It's hard to say, you don't know how to work hard, and you don't show your face. The private messages are all greetings and harassment from ghosts and goblins from all over the place. No product side finds you to advertise. As for selling goods, you want to start a live broadcast to become an Internet celebrity?"

"Forget it, just show your face." Her traditional concept always felt that it was not decent.

"It's actually pretty good." Feng Wuli suddenly smiled and returned the phone to her.

"You want me to be an internet celebrity?"

Feng Wuli shook his head: "No, I mean there are things you are interested in, and there are other things you want to do. I feel pretty good. You can also record some singing videos or send out videos of your erhu, guzheng, etc. , I feel that your level does not worry about clicks and attention."

"Master is interested in many things." She couldn't tolerate others talking about her.

"Isn't it all what I asked you to do back then, cooking, singing, or dancing with musical instruments."

Feng Wuli was a little speechless, and couldn't help but diverge her thoughts. Before she left, she was not asked to learn cooking, singing and dancing, but gave her a task: Wang Xilou, science and technology to prosper the country, and build a strong country, it depends on you ...

When he and Wang Xilou met again, Wang Xilou had already become the most famous physicist, astronomer, geographer, and biologist. At that time, the most outstanding physicist in the world would not be awarded the Nobel Prize every year. It is the Wang Xilou Award, and the unit has also changed. The force of 1 Newton has become the force of 1 Xilou. The textbooks are full of "invention king Wang Xilou", "three grams of radium from Mrs. Wang Xilou", "Wang Xilou Lou and her theory of evolution' and a series of texts.

He made up everything written in the text—the clever physicist Wang Xilou, after being hit on the head by a meteorite, picked up the meteorite that was broken into countless pieces and was puzzled why the meteorite fell to the ground instead of falling from the sky...

Seeing that he was smiling so strangely, Master Master decided that he hadn't held his fart well, so he gave him a straight punch, Feng Wuli covered his arms and wrinkled his face in pain, with a look of 'Wang Xilou, you're in serious trouble'.

"Still pretending?" She laughed angrily, and kicked his ass again.

Sure enough, it was pretending, but the kicked foot was grabbed by the ankle by the traitor, and he took off her slippers very coherently, and threw it forward, about a distance of several meters.

"You're dead for no reason!" She was independent, jumping over to pick up the shoes.

Feng Wuli went over to her first, kicking her slippers like a ball, kicking them away every time before she was about to put them on, and was accompanied by a very ugly curse from a certain little zombie.

When she finally snatched the shoes back after jumping two intersections, a beating was inevitable.

"Let's go, go back, there is no wind."

"Go buy trash bags."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

"It's already forgotten." He complained.

Wang Xilou gave him the last punch as a small punishment for disrespecting the master just now, and gave him the right to buy an ice cream later to please her, and even jumped on his back to let him carry it on his back, making up for the fact that she just jumped Sin along the way.

What a row.

On the way back, it was Feng Wuli's turn to jump on her back.

Wang Xilou's shoulders and back are very narrow, and she is not tall. He has to tuck his feet away. When she carried herself on her back, it was like an adult riding a child's bicycle.

But it's pretty solid.

With a soft "pa", Feng Wuli withdrew his hand and said, "Fight!"

"Come down! Come down for me!" She was like a grumpy rabbit.

"I just carried you on my back, how can you be an old man?"

"Did I spank your ass?!"

"...Then I don't care."

"If you don't care, I don't care, get down quickly!"

"Don't be so childish, can you?"

In the evening, practice.

After finishing the practice in the middle of the night, I went back to hug Master to catch up on sleep.

On Monday, the boring class, the atmosphere of freshmen entering the school has not yet passed, and the freshmen who have nowhere to put their energy, after occupying the dining hall, began to sweep all the places where they can have fun in the college.

The club is the main place for them to vent their youth.

Recruitment publicity is overwhelming.

The welcome activities are now at their most exciting time.

After the exciting period of the first few days, in the next week or two, the young men and women who entered the university quickly found their positions.

Club expert, game master, introverted madman, dead house in the dormitory.

Those who go to the library, dormitories, laboratories, and girls.

The same score is just for everyone to get the same identity. It is different from high school where everyone has to stay in a small classroom for three years even if they have different interests. When you have a high degree of freedom and time under your control, it’s only been a month since the start of school, and the wind is unreasonable. I still can't remember the names of more than half of them.

Probably this is the university.

It's not as good as he imagined, but he didn't actually imagine how interesting college is, so he won't be disappointed.

On Saturday night, I played "Minecraft" with the store manager of Chifu for a while. The store manager seems to be obsessed with this game recently.

Po Nu sneered at this, saying that she was a primary school student: "I always play kings and stimulate the battlefield."

I don't know where her sense of superiority comes from.

Wang Xilou was lying on the sofa watching a TV series, wearing a rose-gold silk nightgown, looking like a lady.

She bought it on Douyin by herself, and got the full amount of more than 700. Feng Wuli said that he could find the same model with the same quality within 100 on Taobao. That's not ambiguous at all.

Her mouth was very stiff: "What do you know, this is made of real silk from the plateau ice silkworm. Don't look at how thin it is. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. In winter, the master wears it to keep you warm, so don't hug it."

Feng Wuli felt that Wang Xilou had experienced TV advertisement scams, text message scams, vegetable market lecture scams, and WeChat scams, and now he has started a new calamity—the Douyin advertising scam.

What a life of disasters.

But I have to say that this silk nightdress is indeed more comfortable to sleep on than those ordinary pajama pants before. You can feel the soft and cool thigh skin of the little zombie on the back of the head and neck.

"Sit back a little bit, the neck is a little uncomfortable."

Wang Xilou watched the TV series intently, moved his buttocks, leaned on the sofa, and had to move the young master's head over and put it on his lap.

Feng Wuli is manipulating Steve and Chifu to mine, planning to dig some iron to make a train for fun.

Po Nu leaned over to watch them play with the chifu.

When Feng Wurea was blown to death by creepers in an accident, he lost all his preparations, so he decided to open the claim mode.

The manager of Chi Fu, who was exposed to the creative mode for the first time, was immediately amazed. He used diamond blocks and gold blocks to build a house like a cuboid box with no aesthetics at all.

Feng Wuli: "..."

She also invited Feng Wuli to live in her home.

As soon as I entered, my eyes were almost brightened, and the floor was covered with fluorite!
Turning her head to look at Chifu, she still has a serious expression on her face, but some micro-expressions show that she is a little proud, as if she feels that she is going to praise her, and she is ready to accept the compliment—how, the house I designed , isn't it beautiful?But even if you praise me, as a mature adult, I, the manager of Chifu, won't feel anything to be proud of.

"Your house...is pretty good."

Chifu hummed lightly, "Fortunately, I don't think the design is good." She would also be modest, she is really a mature store manager of Chifu.

September 9, Friday, light rain.

When school was over, people were blocking the entrance of the teaching building, looking up at the rain. Students with umbrellas walked slowly into the rain curtain, and some rushed out directly.

The weather has turned cooler, at least it will not be exposed to the sun for days. The Mid-Autumn Festival just passed a few days ago, and it is already late autumn before he knows it. There are only three months left before 2019. He always feels that the New Year has just passed.

Back at the flower shop, a few stray cats lined up in the nest built under the flower stand at the door, watching the light rain falling outside.

(End of this chapter)