The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"You don't have to take off my eyes to enjoy it every day..."

Yu Mian blurted out.

The next second, I wished I could tear my own clever mouth apart.

Sheng Qing was stunned, and lifted up the furry head. His eyes gradually returned to being as deep as a cold pond, and his phoenix eyes curved like a crescent moon.

"Mian'er is right. The friendship between you and me as a teacher and disciple can be appreciated every day, but if..."

Yu Mian was frightened by her deep tone, and the next second, her desire to survive made her take the initiative to hold Sheng Qing's hand that was supporting her head, "If there is no if, I will naturally serve Master!"

She said nice things, but in her heart she was thinking that it would be better to escape as soon as possible. Her little heart could not withstand such a shock.

Seeing his hand being tightly wrapped in the warmth, Sheng Qing was not annoyed, but said gently: "Mian'er, it is really hard for me to imagine that if you are not by my side in the future, how much fun will these days lose?"

After hearing this, Yu Mian might have gained courage again, and began to climb up the pole, "Then...then can you please not think about picking my hair in the future?"

She thought Sheng Qing would not say anything more, but unexpectedly she said directly: "Well, I will give it a try."

Yu Mian was stunned. She didn’t know what she meant by “give it a try” or whether it was true. But her body relaxed first, as if the string that had been stretched tight around her heart had finally loosened.

Sheng Qing put his arms around the silly child to calm her down, and with his back against the setting sun, his eyes gradually lost focus.

In fact, those bright, cunning and innocent eyes were only beautiful enough when they were born on her interesting soul. It was just a flash of thought that really scared her.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see my uncle..."

This was the first time Sheng Qing took the initiative to acknowledge the title of senior sister. Yu Mian could clearly feel that Senior Uncle Fu Qing must have had a good relationship with her.

Sheng Qing picked the person up with one hand, and then held him in his arms without saying anything. The wind and fog broke, and they arrived at the foot of Qingzhu Mountain in a blink of an eye.

The sun sets into the green mountains, and birds sing under my tired feet.

After disturbing countless resting birds in the bamboo forest, the two men came to the familiar bamboo courtyard.

Without waiting to knock on the door, Lingfu came hurriedly. She recognized the guest by the chirping of birds.

"Junior Master, I wonder if you are okay?" Ling Fu knew that Tianhan Mountain was dangerous. Sheng Qing had not returned for a month, so she felt uneasy and guilty towards Junior Master Yumian.

Sheng Qing nodded slightly, "It's okay." She took Yu Mian's hand and walked into the yard.

Yu Mian followed behind him, listening to the man's serious response, wondering who was frozen into a lump of ice?

How come this snake woman has two faces?

After entering the house, Sheng Qing took out the Snow Lotus from the jade box. Suddenly, a frosty wind seemed to blow in the house. The cold air climbed up to the four corners of the bamboo house, and the sound of ice cracking could be heard.

The familiar physical sensation made Yu Mian subconsciously hug his arms and take a step back.

This thing is too cold.

It is indeed a rare and magical medicine.

Sheng Qing grabbed the Tianhan Snow Lotus without any hesitation, then he fixed his eyes and lifted Fu Qing's chin, twisted it hard, and squeezed out three drops of spiritual liquid into his mouth.

This fire poison is extremely stubborn. If spiritual power is used to assist in digestion, it will backfire. Therefore, it can only be suppressed by relying solely on the characteristics of the drug itself, resulting in only one tenth of its actual medicinal properties remaining.

Otherwise, this miraculous medicine would not be able to provide relief for only twenty years.

After the spiritual power of the Heavenly Cold Snow Lotus in her hand was consumed, it turned into a ball of rotten flower mud and froze in Sheng Qing's palm. She crushed it into powder with a squeeze, but the coldness was still there.

Her eyes fell on the small heater beside her, her fingertips moved, but in the end she did not hold her in her arms to warm her up.

The frosty air flowed along the esophagus and along the bones, soothing the tortured meridians for a moment, and pushing back the poisonous fire that was wandering towards the limbs, finally forcing it into the dantian.

The eyes that had not been opened for a long time trembled slightly. Ling Fu stared at this, her fingertips digging deeply into the edge of the bed, fearing that the scene before her eyes was an illusion.

"Master..." she called softly.

Fu Qing listened to the familiar voice and felt as if she were in another world. She even thought that she would never wake up again after closing her eyes.

Everything including the inheritance of Qingzhu Mountain has also been arranged.

But she never thought that she could still hear Fu'er's voice. She opened her eyes and saw her disciple with an excited face. Her eyes were gentle and her voice was slightly hoarse, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

"It's not hard for me to share Master's worries." Ling Fu shook her head slightly and continued subconsciously. Only in front of Master would she show such a childish attitude.

Fu Qing then turned his gaze to the two people standing beside him. The little sister who was full of anger before she left that year now looked much calmer, and there was even a pretty little baby by her side.

This surprised her a little. Without her noticing, her junior sister seemed to have grown a lot.

"Long time no see, junior sister." Fu Qing thought she might never come to see him again, but unexpectedly she still came.

Sheng Qing gently pushed Yu Mian forward and said with a smile: "Call me uncle quickly. I'm sure that uncle will give you the "Six Records of Fu Sha" as a gift..."

"Six Records of Talisman Killing" is a secret book of talismans and killing that Fu Qing figured out on his own after he obtained the inheritance in the ancient secret realm. It is extremely difficult and focuses on group attacks.

Sheng Qing used to hate fighting with Fu Qing the most. Those talismans and formations, one after another, would allow the two to fight for days and it was difficult to tell the winner.

It was clear that if he could get into her hands, he could kill her instantly, but she was too difficult to deal with, so he later specially practiced the art of talismans.

I used to hate him when we were rivals, but Mian'er has a talent for talismans, so I can learn it for her...

Yu Mian was stunned, and bowed to Fu Qing on the bed and said, "Hello, Uncle Master. My name is Yu Mian, and I am Master's eldest disciple." He is also the only disciple, she added silently in her heart.

"He is also the only disciple, right?" Unexpectedly, the second half of the sentence was pointed out by Fu Qing.

Yu Mian paused and nodded. It seemed that this uncle-master did have a good relationship with the master. He didn't know why they hadn't seen each other for such a long time.

Fu Qingchen had indeed figured it out. Given her junior sister's personality of never coming to her place for no reason, it was probably because of some opportunity that she was willing to come to her Qingzhu Mountain.

The little kid in front of him was very cute, but it was a pity that he was not his disciple...

She sighed. Ever since she came down the mountain and picked up her eldest disciple, she didn't know why, maybe people really have different faces, the older he got, the more dull he became, and he was not as cute as he was when he was young.

She uncrossed her legs, brushed off her clothes, and got off the couch.

Yu Mian then realized that she was only slightly shorter than Sheng Qing, with a slender figure, and her temperament became bright and sharp since she got off the bed. She came in front of him.

He bent down slightly, and his slightly round phoenix eyes looked into his eyes, as if he was looking at something. Then he held his hand, using quite a bit of force, and he could feel the pressure.

Yu Mian wanted to pull back in confusion, but Sheng Qing rarely pressed his shoulders, signaling him not to move.

Two or three seconds later, Fu Qing loosened his hand and took out a thick stack of yellow pages from the bedside table. There were four big characters written on it: "Six Records of Fu Sha" and handed it to Yu Mian.

"Study hard. If you don't understand, you can come to Qingzhu Mountain to find your uncle master. Don't learn from your master. You can't digest too much." Fu Qing glanced at the greedy and cruel little sister. If she didn't have outstanding talent, she would not be able to practice to this level with such widespread learning.

"You have a good disciple." Then he said to Shengqing.

She has good physique and is suitable for practicing his own secret techniques. It's a pity that Lingfu's character is too elegant and upright, so she cannot inherit his legacy.

Now, there is a successor.

Hearing someone praising his disciple, Sheng Qing rarely felt proud as a master. He put his arm around Yu Mian's waist and said bluntly, "Of course, my disciple is different from others."

There was a sense of awkwardness and alienation between the two of them, and Yu Mian, who was caught in the middle, felt very uncomfortable.

Two people who are very concerned about their reputation, have not seen each other for many years, and were almost separated by life and death, but why are they still like tit-for-tat, secretly competing with each other?

She said timidly, "Thank you, Master. I wonder if you are okay?"