The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

As soon as his master left, Miao Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to have fun, he saw Elder Lingfu still standing there with the jade box in her arms. Her figure was as smooth as a pine or bamboo, and the green ribbon that bound her hair fluttered in the wind. She looked in the direction where Master Lu had left.

He choked and suddenly calmed down a little.

Ling Fu turned her head and her eyes first fell on Miao Jun. She lightly tapped the jade box with her fingertips, and a deep meaning flashed in her eyes. She should pay more attention to him.

His eyes also fell on Yu Mian, who was standing beside him with round almond-shaped eyes that deliberately avoided his gaze. As the only disciple of Uncle Huaici, he needed even more encouragement.

She made up her mind and said in a gentle tone, "Would you two like to double your homework in the future?"

"You can take a break on the seventh day of each tour and come to Qingzhu Mountain to find me. I'll be there."

In this way, using my own time to teach them is not considered partiality, right? Elder Ling Fu thought so.

Yu Mian split open on the spot!

Miao Jun, who was following along, had empty eyes!

“Elder! Don’t…” Miao Jun rushed over and knelt on the ground, trying to hug Elder Ling Fu’s thigh, but was bounced several meters away by her robes, “…Ah!!”

Only then did he realize that the folds of Elder Lingfu's pleated robes were covered with runes outlined in gold ink. They looked inconspicuous, but they provided amazing defense.

Ling Fu was startled and threw out a stopping talisman to stop Miao Jun's flying momentum and put him down steadily.

"The more solid your foundation in cultivating immortals, the more stable your path to immortality will be in the future. Don't you want to learn more?" Ling Fu didn't understand. She once sought advice from a teacher and wished she could go without food and sleep to immerse herself in cultivation.

Outside of the Delusion Immortal Sect, there are countless mortal cultivators who have never been able to access things in their entire lives, but now they have them at their fingertips, yet they are unwilling to cherish them.

Miao Jun covered his forehead which was red from hitting the robes. He stammered and was unable to speak.

Cultivating immortality is also cultivating the mind. He is now restless and irritable, so naturally he can't calm down.

Yu Mian was deeply impressed. She actually thought of herself as a student and almost forgot that this was a world of fiction where people were eaten without leaving any bones. Cultivating immortals was about finding a way to survive for herself.

She grabbed Miao Junyi's collar and pulled him down, "Disciple. Thank you for your guidance, Elder."

His master asked him to take good care of him, and since he had accepted the gift, he could only take him out to play.

Then Elder Lingfu stood up and left.

Fat Tiger, who was being held back, finally reacted and burst into tears. "What should I do? I have twice as much homework. How can I possibly finish it?"

"Classmate, you have to save me!" He did not blame Yu Mian for pulling him down to greet him, and he immediately hugged the top student's thigh.

"Even if the homework is doubled, it will only take half an hour longer. Why can't it be finished?" Yu Mian didn't understand. The homework left by Elder Lingfu on a daily basis was different from the hundreds of words left for each of them that day. At the beginning, it was just one or two of the simplest runes and basic rune knowledge to be memorized.

The amount of these homework assignments is not much different from that of elementary school Chinese homework, although they are a little more difficult.

People with wisdom may understand it in an instant, but people without wisdom may not be able to remember a single word in their entire life.

But, who among those who can enter the Delusion Immortal Sect does not have wisdom?

Miao Jun rubbed his red forehead. He simply didn't want to work hard. His family sent him to Wangxian just to let him avoid the Linghu tribe.

Because he is a white tiger of a different color, he is rejected by the tribe.

And when he was at home, his parents were very obedient to him and he never suffered any hardship.

It also cultivated his fearless character, which led to his parents being called to the police station.

"But cultivation is really boring..."

Looking at the boring table, he grabbed the brush that easily split with his claws and applied it to the yellow paper that easily smudged.

"…Moreover, those homework assignments will take nearly two hours to complete. If it is doubled, it will take four hours, which means half a day will be wasted."

Yu Mian was puzzled, why would it take so long?

"Don't Elder Lingfu always leave half an hour of homework?"

"How is that possible? That would take two hours!"

"I am still fast. I am very talented! I have asked the students in the tables in front and behind me, and they all need at least two and a half hours to prepare." He said proudly.

Master Lu accepted him as his disciple because he was impressed by his talent!

His mind paused, and he immediately realized, "Half an hour won't be enough for you?!"

Yu Mian silently took out a piece of yellow paper from his Qiankun bag, placed his fingers in the air, picked up the pen and started drawing, all in one go.

"It's just that speed." She looked calm, but secretly happy in her heart, thinking that she wasn't that stupid.

Sheng Qing always thought she was stupid, but Yu Mian thought she was just average...

Miao Jun immediately took the simplest Qingfeng Talisman and looked at the smooth lines on it. There was no pause at all, and the spiritual power was neither too much nor too little, just balanced, which would make the talisman not easily touched by mistake.

He reached in slightly and triggered.

A cool breeze blew continuously, bringing coolness.

The Qingfeng Talisman is used to modify the Feng Shui of a house. It can calm the wind and gather energy. It is one of the most useful talismans for low-level disciples who are unable to arrange formations.

He raised his head, his mind shook, and when he looked at Yu Mian again it was as if he saw the God of Wealth.

At this pace, if he painted without sleep every day, apart from the five paintings he had to hand in as homework, he could sell the remaining ten paintings in a stack in Yunjifang, and earn an extra thirty to fifty low-grade spirit stones a month.

"! Let's discuss something..."

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……

The two moved to the cafeteria. Fat Tiger was unusually generous that day. He waved his hand and went up to the second floor. The two found a seat by the window and sat down. He was not tall, and most of his head was exposed by the windowsill.

After hearing about his plan to open a stall in Yunjifang, Yu Mian would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted. She always felt a little awkward using Sheng Qing's spirit stones. It would be more interesting to spend the money she earned herself.

Miao Jun patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will attract customers for you and you will give me a commission. We can grow bigger and bigger!"

Yu Mian looked at the little bald man who seemed to be full of energy, and didn't think Lu Wuqie was right at all, that spiritual beasts were slow to develop wisdom...

She thought Miao Jun was simply not very interested in cultivation, but was eager to make money.

Even his eyes lit up.

However, she was also tempted, because this was a way to make money!

The two happily reached an alliance, Yu Mian supplied the goods and Miao Jun sold them, and they split the profits 30% and 70%, and swore an oath as a witness.

After returning to Yufu Mountain in the afternoon, Yu Mian went straight to his residence and began to concentrate on drawing talismans.

It was not until it was dark that Yu Mian rubbed his wrists and pressed his temples, which were causing him a headache due to excessive use of spiritual power.

Today seems to be particularly peaceful, and I always feel like something is missing...

Until a pair of cold, bloody fingertips replaced Yu Mian's hands and gently massaged her head.

Yu Mian raised her head slowly, and the stunning face that had always oppressed her in her nightmares appeared before her eyes. “…Master, good evening!” She smiled obediently.

Screaming inside!

Blood on hair is hard to dry after washing!

Slowly, she got used to this man coming home covered in blood and with a bad taste in his mouth, and now she was more disgusted by why he was always scribbling.