The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Tang Yixien took a sip of tea and shook his head helplessly at the sound of the axe chopping.

But Sheng Qingye continued to swing the axe very seriously, chopping the pieces of colored paper in half.

Tang Yixin finally understood why the head of the Sheng family was so fierce. It was hard to imagine how naughty Sheng Qingye was when he was a child.

There was only a clanging sound.

Sheng Qingye's sharp axe had already chopped a crack in the table.

.......

Guoguo, who was standing by, was so frightened that he was stunned. The paste was smeared on his face. He quickly wiped it off with his hands.

"Sheng Qingye..."

Tang Yixien calmly put down the teacup in his hand and warned softly.

This is to make a lantern. Do you want to tear down the house?

Tang Yixien's admonitions were always gentle, but very effective.

People like Sheng Qingye can only be treated in a favorable way.

As expected, Sheng Qingye restrained himself and said, "Yes, Master."

Sheng Qingye had already erected a tall object on the table, and it was impossible to tell what kind of lantern he was going to make.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, accompanied by a cloud of black smoke.

"Junior brother, you are too angry."

Jin Xiaoxiao calmly brought the water nearby to put out the raging fire.

They asked Xuan Yuran to use fire to melt the paste, but the fire was too big and it burned.

The paste is usually rice paste, and it immediately smells like burnt rice.

Xuan Yuran covered his chest and coughed for a while, and his face turned black from the smoke. His originally fair face became slightly black.

Tang Yixien pursed his lips and chuckled, then immediately stood up, took out a new handkerchief he had with him, and walked over. Just like before, he hooked Xiao Xuanwu's chin and helped him wipe his little face.

Tang Yixian was concentrating on wiping his face, but Xuan Yuran's face became redder and redder, and his eyes became deeper and deeper as he looked at Tang Yixian.

Bang!

Sheng Qingye's axe flew onto the beam, but a terrifying smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Tang Yixien was startled and frowned slightly.

Guoguo could see what was going on, but Tang Yixian's fair hand was still on Xuan Yuran's chin.

Just when the beams were about to be split, Tang Yixien took his hand away.

The reason he took it away was that he had already wiped off the black marks on Xuan Yuran's face.

Xuan Yuran's skin is really milky white, Tang Yixin sighed, not noticing that Sheng Qingye was about to demolish the house.

Looking at her master's unconscious appearance, Jin Xiaoxiao felt helpless.

My master is truly as tough as a piece of wood. Even a thousand years of ice is not as tough as him.

The sharp axe, attached to a chain, was hanging precariously on the beam. Guoguo, who was sitting underneath, blinked his innocent eyes and wiped his nose with his hand.

It was as if his right side was on fire and he was about to chop someone on his left side.

Guoguo was so scared that she quickly ran to sit next to Tang Yixien, as it was the safest place.

Tang Yixin's desk was also very big. Guoguo moved all the tools for making lanterns over here, and looked as lively as when she was a child.

The lanterns he made were the most common ones, made with thin bamboo strips and colored paper, and did not require any complicated spiritual power.

Guoguo’s spiritual roots have not been tested yet, so he doesn’t know what they are.

He looked at the three people making lanterns with envy as they worked so hard.

Tang Yixian saw what Guoguo was thinking, picked up the wooden sword that Guoguo had placed on the table, looked at it, and comforted her:

"Take your time, this is how we all got here."

"Um."

Guoguo nodded sensibly, smeared some paste on his face, and then began to make the lantern seriously.

The three little ones were making lanterns on the west side of the front hall, while Tang Yixin and Guoguo were under the east window.

Tang Yixin was drinking tea and reading a book while watching Guoguo crumpling the colored paper into a big ball. It was impossible to tell what she was making.

Guoguo bent the bamboo branch into a ring and said casually:

"During the time you were away, Brother Jin would occasionally come to Chaohua Villa to see me."

Tang Yixien put down the book in his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, and listened to Guoguo with his eyes slightly bright.

Looking at their expressions, Tang Yixin could guess that when he was away, the three disciples were helping him take care of Guoguo.

"Brother Jin came to see me and kept asking me to tell him about your past in our village. He just listened without saying a word, his eyes red."

Guoguo talked incoherently while applying the paste on the rice paper, as if he was chatting about family matters.

Tang Yixien paused holding the teacup, then put it down heavily, his eyes inevitably looking at Jin Xiaoxiao not far away.

At this moment, Jin Xiaoxiao was pasting a piece of golden mica with his head down, and the brilliant light reflected on his handsome face.

"Brother Jin gave me some gold leaves, but I refused because I felt he wasn't quite sober."

Tang Yixien felt that it was Guoguo who was not sober.

Then he withdrew his gaze and fixed it on the orchid in front of him, his eyes deep and penetrating.

"When Brother Sheng came to see me, he would drunkenly call out your name, bring me cakes, and play the piano, although the piano he played was..." Guoguo showed a trace of pain on her face.

"And Brother Xuan, he... wasn't always human."

.....

When Tang Yixien heard this, he couldn't help but lower his eyes and smiled bitterly.

Threads of emotions entangled around him, as if to wrap Tang Yixuan up.

Tang Yixien felt more and more depressed, his heart felt tight and he couldn't breathe.

He was a little confused and at a loss about the matter of love, and for a moment he just felt a stuffy and hot head.

He then stood up, walked out of the front hall and went to the yard to get some fresh air.

Tang Yixien stood in the corridor, the crisp cold wind blowing on his face, still couldn't blow away the warmth in his heart, he didn't know what to do about the heat.

In the yard in early winter, the wintersweets blooming in the corner of the wall swayed in the wind, just like Tang Yixian's heart.

He never knew that human bonds could be so deep. Perhaps it was because for modern people, a hundred years pass by in a flash, and they cannot spend ten years to miss someone.

He didn't know how to deal with it, but he knew one thing: he didn't want to see them sad.

But will he just go on like this?

Not going back?

His furnace physique was still there, and he could probably foresee what would happen if this continued.

He didn't dare to think about how long the situation could be maintained. After going through so much before, he knew more or less what they were thinking.

It will take as long as it lasts.

Tang Yixien thought of Youyou. She hadn't been online for a while. He didn't know if she was really wearing black stockings, nor did he know if he could travel between these two time and space.

"It's cold outside, why is Master here alone?"

Tang Yixien heard Jin Xiaoxiao's calm but concerned voice behind him, and then the cloak was wrapped around him, keeping him warm.

Under the warm winter sun, clusters of wintersweets bloomed elegantly. The two of them were in the courtyard, graceful and beautiful like a painting.