The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"But I can't sleep. Can you see if we've arrived outside?" Yu Mian pulled Sheng Qing's sleeve, gently shook it twice, and blinked his eyes.

As a Jindan cultivator, why would she need to sleep for so long?

It’s tiring even just lying down, okay? It’s not like the world in my previous life where I had a mobile phone to keep me company and kill time.

Sheng Qing smiled as he watched her little movements, and asked softly, "How do you plan to impress your master, Mian'er?"

"How about I win first place in the competition among my classmates at the end of the year?" She said with bright eyes.

Then, she was poked on the head by a fingertip, and Sheng Qing glared at her, "Who in the same class can compete with Mian'er? You actually made up this useless excuse."

Yu Mian covered his head to stop her from ravaging him, "No way, Junior Sister Ning is very strong, it's not certain who will win between me and her!"

That’s the heroine, the prodigy who made a breakthrough in the last battle!

"Junior Sister Ning?" Sheng Qing's eyes moved, and he repeated the way Yu Mian addressed Ning Yue. His eyes, which were originally smiling, gradually turned gloomy.

"Mian'er, do you think that the disciple you teach is not as good as Hengyu?"

"That must be impossible!"

Yu Mian quickly smoothed over her fur. What was this snake woman jealous about? Different masters teach differently, and each has their own strengths and weaknesses. There is no rigid good or bad.

“Master is naturally the best teacher, but…” Junior Sister Ning is gifted, has experience in cultivation, and is a favorite of heaven…naturally she is different.

But she swallowed the rest of the words silently, because Shengqing's eyes seemed to have a hint of danger. Yumian raised her hand and made a zippering gesture.

No more talking…no more talking.

Sheng Qing sat up, raised his fingertips and pressed the red spot he had just poked, dispelling the red mark, and said with a slightly strange tone: "Mian'er actually boosts others' morale and destroys his own prestige."

"Hee... No, Master is still the most majestic." Yu Mian bared his teeth and showed a cute smile.

"You're just so sweet." Sheng Qing raised his hand and wanted to poke her again, but stopped halfway and flicked her lightly with the back of his hand, then turned around and got out of bed.

She looked down at the clothes she had been wearing the day before, and with a wave of her hand, she changed into a smoky purple pleated Ruyi Moon skirt. Her pleated skirt swayed beneath her slender waist, and the gold and silver threads embroidered in the fabric glowed faintly, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Where is Master going?" Yu Mian stared blankly for a few seconds before reacting and asking.

"Don't you want to go out and take a look?" Sheng Qing glanced at her sideways, walked to the door, and opened it without touching it.

The night wind from the sky outside was very noisy. It passed through the cabin and broke through the door, blowing up Shengqing's long black hair. He raised his hand and leaned against the door, half turning his head, and his profile was divided by the light and darkness inside and outside the house.

As beautiful as the snake fairy who visits late at night in the erotic tales of Liao Zhai.

Yu Mian's breathing stagnated, and then he stood up quickly, "Here I come!"

The little boy was easily deceived by the snake fairy and walked towards an unknown door.

"Aren't you going to call others?" She looked at the other rooms that were still closed.

Sheng Qing took a look and sensed through the breath, "No need, they will need some time."

She was a little surprised when her eyes swept over Ning Yue's room. It seemed that it was reasonable for Mian'er to regard her as an opponent.

The spirit ship set off at dawn, and after a day, it was already night when it arrived at Huaicheng.

There was a constant stream of noisy voices coming and going from the city.

Lanterns are hung from the main street to the end of the alley, with words and pictures on them, telling stories of talented men and beautiful women, and depicting legendary love stories between humans, immortals, and demons.

Yu Mian also changed out of his sect attire and deliberately chose a set of clothes of similar color to Sheng Qing's. The upper body was made of Bixia Luo, and the lower body was a light purple waterfall gauze Liuxian skirt, which was lighter in color than the one Sheng Qing was wearing.

Her hair accessories were also let down because she went to sleep last night, so she changed them into simple hanging hair, scattered behind her head and simply tied up at the end, which made her look much gentler.

The two of them walked close to each other, making it impossible for people to take their eyes off them and stare at them.

The moment he noticed the mortal's gaze, Yu Mian instantly grabbed Sheng Qing's sleeve, and took the initiative to conceal his aura and reduce his presence.

Sheng Qing's cold look was suppressed by Yu Mian for a moment, and he took the initiative to reduce his presence.

The two walked in Huaicheng and heard the conversations of mortals coming and going.

"I wonder what kind of lanterns will be there at this year's Lantern Festival?"

"You, are you really going to see the lanterns? I heard that the students in the academy have a day off today, and there are many scholars and gentlemen. It's rare to see them on weekdays. Why don't you go and see them today?"

"Bah! If I hear your nonsense, I won't go with you anymore!" The girl next to her covered her face with a round fan in anger and pushed the sister next to her.

"No, I'm just telling you..."

Women walked in pairs of three or two, and old and young women and children came and went. They wore beautiful and decent clothes and seemed to attach great importance to the festival.

Yu Mian saw many stalls on the roadside, making clay figurines, dough figurines, sugar paintings, engravings, carvings, and pure handmade pendants...

Her eyes lit up and she dragged Shengqing towards the stall.

"Girl, take a look at what kind of sugar painting you want. It's seven cents a piece and can be made right now."

On the seat, a hand was holding a small spoon, stirring the syrup that was slowly cooking in the pot over a low fire. The stall owner was an old man in his fifties, with a blue cloth headband with a few flowers pinned on it.

Yu Mian looked around and saw rabbits, tigers, phoenixes, puppies, sheep...

After searching for a while, I couldn't find the pattern I wanted, so I asked the stall owner, "Can you draw a snake?"

Sheng Qing originally did not understand what was so good about this boring thing, and just followed Yu Mian's wishes. However, after hearing the word "painted snake", he silently tightened his grip on Yu Mian and secretly raised the corners of his lips.

Although these mortal things are uninteresting, ordinary and simple, the disciple's filial piety is very precious.

The stall owner nodded, "Of course, but your zodiac sign is snake?"

He skillfully chatted with customers and began to mix the appropriate syrup with his hands.

Yu Mian said: "No, I want a snake with flowers and a crown on its head."

Sheng Qing is very conceited.

"Okay!" The stall owner was just chatting casually. As for what the customers wanted, he would just make it for them.

A sugar painting that is usually worth only three cents can be sold for seven cents today, and every painting is a profit.

"My master and I happened to be traveling through Huaicheng. I wonder what festival today is and what customs there are?" Yu Mian asked, then took out a piece of silver, about three or five centimeters in weight, and placed it next to the table.

"No need to look for it."

The stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up, and he kept saying that it was impossible, but he still followed his heart and stared at it.

"You can't do that..."

"You two girls came at the right time. Today is the Lantern Festival in Huaicheng. You can watch the lanterns, visit flowers, compete in poetry, and pray. It is also a day for young ladies... ahem... to get to know each other. You two girls can have fun."

After he finished his introduction, the snake-shaped sugar painting in his hand was ready and could be removed after cooling down a little.

After Yu Mian took it, he looked at Sheng Qing, raised his eyebrows slightly, showed the sugar painting in his hand, squinted his eyes and said with joy: "Master, is it still similar?"

Sheng Qing took a look at the ugly sugar painting, took out a silver ingot and threw it on the table, then pulled out the round sheep.

It's crispy when you bite the sheep horn.