The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Hearing her answer, Yu Mian gave a forced smile, and the wind blew away a teardrop, disappearing without a trace.

Her breathing suddenly became heavy, and she kept taking deep breaths to control her emotions, but the inexplicable and unfair grievances always came to her like a tidal wave.

She sniffed, feeling squeamish.

"What's wrong?"

Sheng Qing turned her over with both hands and saw her crying again as if she was lying on the bed. She liked to see her crying because of being bullied.

But when the tears shouldn’t fall, they always make people feel suffocated.

"It's because the wind is too strong. My eyes are a little sore." Yu Mian threw the blame to the wind without any hesitation, raised his hand and wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and continued to smile: "It's okay."

Sheng Qing's eyes narrowed immediately, and he said in a familiar tone, somewhat strangely: "Where did you learn this habit of blaming dead things?"

Yu Mian glanced at him without looking at him. She didn't have the habit of passing the blame...

"I didn't learn it. It was just that the wind was strong." After controlling her emotions well, she took a deep breath and defended herself by muttering to herself.

Sheng Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, with a flash of doubt in them. Then he waved his sleeves in front of the spirit ship, and a wind barrier was formed, blocking all the chaotic winds from the outside. The deck was completely quiet.

"Thank you, Master. I forgot to set up the wind barrier for a moment." Yu Mian seemed to have just realized something and cast a slightly surprised look on Sheng Qing, causing her to raise the corners of her eyes slightly.

"Next time, don't forget." Sheng Qing taught subconsciously, her tone a little stiff, as if there was a hint of awkwardness between them ever since her disciple started asking questions.

It was clear that we had just had a happy lovemaking last night, but tonight the situation is neither raw nor cooked, more like a pot of half-cooked rice.

"Yes, I understand." Yu Mian nodded vigorously, looking at the little bird treasures that he had not yet sorted, and said to Sheng Qing: "There are still many gifts from the little birds, I will sort them out."

"Go."

Sheng Qing didn't like to see those dirty things, so naturally he didn't want to get close to them. With a slight twitch of his nose, he smelled a faint scent of a monster coming from somewhere in the air, and went to take care of it.

She also gave the two of them some space to relax. She always felt that the atmosphere seemed out of control. Perhaps when she came back, her disciple would still be the same disciple and there would be no changes.

"Wait for the master to come back." Sheng Qing said casually.

"Well, Master, be careful."

Yu Mian waved his hand, then walked over, squatted, and sat down on the deck, looking at the gifts that were piled up like half a mountain.

There are many leaves here, yellow, red, and white variegated leaves.

Yu Mian picked them up one by one, folded them into a pile of hundreds, packed them into small bundles and put them into the small jade box containing elixirs.

The others were classified one by one in the same way until they were completely cleaned, and then the slightly dirty deck was cleaned with magic.

Looking at the shiny new planks in front of her, she was a little dazed and thought that she seemed to have never given Shengqing any gifts.

Does she owe him a lot?

It's time to give something in return.

After making up her mind, she began to look for her ring. Looking at the red gem on it, she remembered that it was a gift from the other party and felt a little guilty for a moment.

How come it's been so long and I haven't thought about giving anything in return?

After searching through the dozen or so small bags in the ring, he discovered that his assets were not as valuable as the magic weapon the other party had given him. The only things he had bought were some talisman paper, array wood, a peach wood sword, a small compass, nine incense sticks...

Yu Mian picked and chose, and finally selected a few stacks of talisman paper and a few pieces of sandalwood for the array.

She couldn't afford gifts of actual value, so she could only give some gifts that showed her thoughtfulness.

The dozens of sets of clothes worn by Shengqing can be used to draw a picture of a hundred clothes for the four seasons.

As for the wood... I'll carve a hairpin for her. She hasn't learned professional carpentry, so it's going to take her a while to get started, so a simple hairpin is more suitable.

She got to work right away. She took out a small snack table given by Miao Jun, sat cross-legged on the table and began to draft the wooden hairpin.

Without much thought, the design was decided upon. It was a snake hairpin with a lazy, drooping snake head at the top, which was quite similar to Sheng Qing.

The leftover materials can be used to make some deer antler hairpins and auspicious cloud hairpins. Such a precious piece of array wood, it would be a bit of a waste to split it in half to make only one.

Yu Mian took out the dagger and cut out the general shape. Then he used his spiritual power to control the subtle details. He pressed his fingertips on the carving knife and refined it bit by bit.

It didn't take much time to make the wooden hairpin, and there was spiritual power too. Yu Mian spent about an hour to adjust the shape, and the rest was just polishing.

He raised his hand and took out a handful of star sand, which was the raw material used to refine spiritual weapons. It was fine, hard, and uniform in coarseness and fineness.

He made hand gestures with his right hand to control the star sand to float up, and it began to roll automatically like a roller, and the wooden hairpin was placed in it.

In this way, as long as you spend a little time and rub the surfaces against each other, you can polish the edges and corners until they are smooth and delicate.

She would take it out from time to time to check if there were any places that had not been polished enough, and she would use a bamboo stick to polish it until it was just right.

It took about half an hour to finish the hairpin. She reached out and gently took it into her palm, looking at the ordinary craftsmanship and the scent of ordinary sandalwood carving.

After looking at it carefully for several times, he put it away quietly.

How dare she give such a thing to Shengqing? She should wait and see if there is anything valuable in it later.

Maybe I can try hard for the five sects competition that Junior Sister Ning mentioned last year.

"Mian'er."

"Huh?" Yu Mian was startled by the sudden sound. He looked up and saw three inner pills with a warm breath falling on the table like jade beads rolling on a plate.

Sheng Qing appeared like a ghost, blocking all the light above her head. He bent down and flicked the marble into Yu Mian's hand like he was playing with marbles.

"doing what?"

She seemed to feel better after venting her feelings, and asked casually, with a hint of awkward expectation in her tone.

Yu Mian waved his hand and took away the sawdust on the table. "Nothing. I just thought I'd study the formation and try to burn the formation disk to practice."

The engraving knife and the wooden formation plate on the table were clearly placed, and it looked like that was the case.

Sheng Qing paused for a moment, then said in a cold voice, "Does carving a formation require so many sawdust? Are you unfamiliar with it?"

She clearly saw the little girl fiddling with the hairpin, so why did she try to cover it up?

Wasn't it given to her?

Who should I send it to?

"Yes, I am not so good at it. I will practice more after I return to the mountain gate and will not lose face for Master!" Yu Mian continued as she said, thinking to himself that for the Five Sects Competition, the formation really needs to be studied well...

It seems that I need to practice hard after returning.

Sheng Qing was not the type to hold back his patience. His eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and he asked deliberately, "Who is the wooden hairpin that I saw going to be given to?"

Yu Mian blinked and was seen...

If the hairpin was a gift to Shengqing, it was too ordinary. Her eyes fell on the golden phoenix hairpin in Shengqing's hair, the jade-lined single-sided hairpin, and the soft golden branch used to tie his hair...

I really can't imagine what this black wood will look like when it is stuck on her head.

"My senior brothers and sisters went to investigate the mission and left me alone to rest. I felt embarrassed, so I made some gifts for each of them..."