After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Waving goodbye to the three hours of descent, Mo Zheng took off the white silk covering his eyes and prepared to walk into the cliff cave.

On the way back, he passed by the entrance of the cave where Uncle Master Jiuqi was temporarily staying. After hesitating for a while, he still bowed towards the inside.

He raised his voice and said to the inside: "Master uncle, the children brought me some snacks, and I left a box for you."

"Uncle Master?!"

"Master uncle, are you there?"

"Then...I put the box at the entrance of the hole?"

After a long while, the cave was still quiet.

Mo Zheng shrugged his nose, bent down and prepared to put the mint cake in his hand at the entrance of the cave as he was told.

A pair of gray cloth shoes appeared at the edge of my sight, and a familiar voice came from above my head: "The ground is dirty, give it to me."

Mo Zheng quickly handed the mint cake to his uncle-master Jiuxi and smiled widely, "This is the mint cake made by my disciple Li Fuyi. It's cool, soft and delicious."

My uncle-master shook the heavy box.

Turning around, he walked towards Mo Zheng's cliff cave: "Since it's your disciple's intention, I'll take advantage of it and try it."

"I won't eat your food for free. I'll trade it for some monkey honey."

Mo Zheng followed his uncle-master closely, hands in his pockets.

Walking slowly in front was the small uncle-master Jiuqi, whose gray hair was neatly tied up with a wooden hairpin.

His back is not too hunched, and can be considered straight.

His face is ruddy, and he looks like a spirited old man.

His immortal energy is extremely restrained. If you meet him on the street, no one would guess that he is the ancestor of the Zichen Sword Sect.

In his previous life, Mo Zheng didn't have much contact with him. In total, they only exchanged six sentences and met twice.

One time was when his grandfather was about to ascend to heaven, and he asked him to go to his uncle-master to "entrust his son to his care."

Another time was in the Wuling Underground Palace. He was hung on the wall with a steel cable piercing his scapula. His uncle looked him in the eye and asked him what was going on with the Zichen Sword Sect.

Even though his reputation was in shambles and his crimes were rampant at that time, his uncle's attitude towards him remained the same as before, without any change.

In this life, I am fortunate to be able to sit down and chat in a relatively peaceful day.

Come to think of it, it's a wonderful fate. Mo Zheng is looking forward to the tea party later.

……

I have to say that Li Fuyi's culinary talent is truly outstanding and extraordinary.

The uncle master who lived like an old immortal in the legend could not escape the charm of the mint cake produced by the male protagonist.

From just a small taste at the beginning, to eating faster and faster later...

Instead, Mo Zheng held the Monkey Spirit Honey and sipped it in small sips.

This monkey honey is brewed by the companion bees of the rare three-fingered monkey. The three-fingered monkey itself is only the size of a palm, and the companion bees only produce a bowl of honey every year.

After deducting the food for the spirit bees, the three monkeys were only willing to give up three teaspoons.

If it weren't for the spiritual beast contract between Uncle Master Jiuqi and the three-fingered monkey in the back mountain, Mo Zheng would have never had the chance to taste this top-grade spiritual honey.

Even if you only take a spoonful and dissolve it in water in a cup, it is still incredibly sweet.

After drinking it, my whole body felt warm, and even my hair felt inexplicably comfortable and relaxed.

Suddenly, I felt that my uncle's hand suddenly stopped, and he retracted it with empty hands in embarrassment.

Mo Zheng glanced at the table and felt happy.

But her expression remained calm as she passed the snack box to him: "I haven't eaten for a long time, I'm afraid I'll get indigestion."

"I'll ask my uncle to prepare this mint cake for me."

Uncle Master Jiuqi really liked it, so he didn't waste any words. He picked it up in his hand and ate it all in a few bites.

Hey~~

The minty burp echoed loudly in the cliff cave.

Mo Zheng lowered his eyes and continued to look at the honey water, pretending not to hear anything.

The uncle-master glanced at him and found that he was as steady as a rock, then he looked away with satisfaction.

"Master, you can clearly see again, so why are you still wearing the white silk in front of your disciples?"

Mo Zheng didn't expect that this would be the question that Uncle Master Jiuqi asked.

He couldn't just say that he was playing the victim in front of the male protagonist Li Fuyi in order to gain some sympathy...

I could only casually say, "I've gotten so used to it these days that I was afraid the morning sun would sting my eyes, and I forgot about it later."

Uncle Master Jiuqi gave him a teasing look and didn't fully believe it.

Mo Zheng had no choice but to chuckle twice, then pretend to drink the honey water and stop talking.

"I know about your affairs." Uncle Master Jiuqi said this for no reason.

Mo Zheng got goosebumps all over his body and sounded the alarm. He frantically called Tongzi in his heart, wanting to ask what was going on!

My identity as a tasker was discovered just like that?

Seeing Mo Zheng was struck by lightning, the uncle-master said something shocking: "Then Li Fuyi is your creditor, right?"

Having said that, Mo Zheng stopped shaking.

woohoo...

Hi……

That’s it?

That's okay...

Terrifying!

Wiping the cold sweat off his face, Mo Zheng nodded honestly: "Yeah."

"Don't worry, I won't interfere with you." Uncle Master Jiuqi picked up the teacup and drank it down with a gulp.

"what……"

Mo Zheng stared at his uncle-master in a daze, unable to respond for a moment.

"If it's him, it's worth it for you to give up half of your immortal power!" Uncle Master Jiuqi grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

"Before your father and mother ascended to heaven, they came to tell me about this."

"They don't know that it was actually me who gave the nod, and your grandfather started doing this."

Looking at my uncle-master again, the smile on his face seemed to be asking for a beating...

"You don't have to be so nervous~"

"..." Mo Zheng held the honey water in both hands, looking like a frightened and dazed little hamster.

This even amused Uncle Jiuxi: "I'm praising you for doing a good job! I'm not scolding you, so why are you looking like that?"

He touched his face and muttered, "Could it be that I've been too strict with you during this period..."

"Is it not fitting that I compliment you for a moment?"

This really choked Mo Zheng.

"Cough... cough cough cough..." He coughed for a long time before he coughed out the honey water that he had choked on.

"Master uncle, I never thought that you would agree with my grandfather, father, and mother doing this."

To put it nicely, what happened back then was just luck.

To put it bluntly, isn't this also taking away other people's fortunes?

Grandpa, father, mother and the original owner Mo Zheng are all related by blood, so it’s okay if they are partial to them.

Could it be that Uncle Master Jiuxi is... really his direct ancestor from some generation before him?

Looking at the clear, foolish, naked and undisguised doubt in Mo Zheng's eyes, Master Jiuxi laughed even more happily.

"You're right. I won't show favoritism to the Zichen Sword Sect."

"As for why I agreed..." Uncle Master Jiuqi smiled without saying anything, just staring at Mo Zheng with a bright smile.

He pointed at the empty box of pastries beside him and said, "This pastry is delicious. I like it."

"Let's go. It's time for you to start your training today." He stood up and patted the cake crumbs on the hem of his clothes.

"Don't waste my spoonful of monkey honey..."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, swayed, and hummed a little tune as he went back to his cave.