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

Jin Xiaoxiao got a super long branch and was also roasting potatoes.

The three little ones started to roast potatoes for their master.

The small room was suddenly filled with the aroma of baked potatoes.

Tang Yixin finally harvested a table full of roast potatoes, which he shared with the children of Overlord Academy.

It was late at night and it was time for everyone to rest.

Guoguo felt embarrassed because all the houses were full and there was no room left.

Tang Yixin saw what Guoguo was thinking. He had already thought of this before he set out.

He used his points to exchange for another tent from Youyou, and added it to the big tent he already had.

Two tents were set up. Tang Yixien set up the same tent as before. One big tent belonged to him and the three kids, and the other slightly smaller tent belonged to Xiao Yan and Yun Zichu.

But..

Yi Ran was something Tang Yixin had not expected, and it was even more inconvenient for her as a girl.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yiran at this time.

Guoguo looked very unhappy. He couldn't understand why Gu Yiran was always haunting him.

And as a grown-up lady, she really doesn't know how to arrange things.

"I came here by myself anyway, so I can sleep on the ground." Yiran said, holding a bunch of bedding he brought with him and preparing to sleep on the ground.

"If you don't mind, Sister Yiran, why don't you live with me?"

Xiaojiu asked tentatively. She had never known a young lady like this before and was a little timid.

"Okay, thank you then." Yiran happily went over to thank Xiaojiu, but was stopped by Guoguo.

"Hey, can I eat her or what?" Yiran shouted.

"In short, don't scare her." Guoguo said with a cold expression.

Yiran took a long breath and told herself that he was the bravest one, he was just like that, otherwise she would be so angry that she would die.

Just like that, Yiran left with Xiaojiu and her little quilt.

Everyone dispersed and went to rest.

Yun Zichu and Xiao Yan are Taoist companions, so there is some distance between their two tents, one on the south and the other on the north.

Yun Zichu turned around and walked straight into the tent. Xiao Yan followed him in with a serious expression. Then a layer of white light covered the outside of the tent and a barrier was added, which seemed to be inappropriate for children.

Xuan Yuran entered the tent and began to prepare to draw the talisman, because he didn't know how many villagers were in a coma.

The tent was bright, and in one corner hung the talisman he had given to Tang Yixin, shining as brightly as the moon.

Unexpectedly, the master was still wearing it on him, and Xuan Yuran couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He waved his red sleeves, and dozens of talismans immediately floated in the air. He then took out a brush from his spirit storage bag. The ink in this brush was automatic.

He used it specifically to draw talismans.

Xuan Yuran began to concentrate on drawing the talisman. The complex runes slid out from the tip of the pen like flowers blooming, and golden light flowed along the runes.

Every stroke must be correct, and it takes some time to draw one. Usually, Xuan Yuran draws talismans when he has free time.

At this time, Tang Yixin walked in from outside the tent, and when he saw Xuan Yuran, his eyes lit up.

In front of dozens of suspended golden talismans, Xuan Yuran, dressed in red, was drawing talismans with an outstanding posture.

The faint light reflected on his handsome and noble profile.

Tang Yixien was stunned for a moment.

After ten years, little Xuanwu has grown up a little.

"Master? What's wrong with you?" At this time, Xuan Yuran noticed Tang Yixin and asked with a pair of clear eyes filled with light.

"It's okay." Tang Yixien felt that he was overthinking.

There are many types of talismans, and Tang Yixin just doesn't know how to draw this one.

"You teach me, and I help you draw. How can you draw it all by yourself?" Tang Yixian said clearly.

"Okay, disciple will teach you." Xuan Yuran raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Tang Yixien walked over and took the pen from Xuan Yuran's hand.

Xuan Yuran stood behind Tang Yixian, with tenderness in his eyes. He pulled him into his arms, wrapped his arms around him, and held Tang Yixian's hand from behind.

It has been a long time since he hugged his master. Xuan Yuran suppressed his emotions, fearing that the person in his arms could hear his heartbeat like a drum.

Tang Yixin felt that his whole body was in Xuan Yuran's arms, and little Xuanwu was actually half a head taller than him.

Feeling Xuan Yuran's solid chest behind him, surrounded by the sweet scent of his milk,

His hand was held by Xuan Yuran's hand. Why was his hand bigger than his own? Tang Yixien couldn't help but breathe faster and his heart beat faster. He always felt that something was wrong.

Is this how you teach how to write talismans?

Did he learn in the arms of his disciples?

Just as he was about to break away, he heard Xuan Yuran's innocent voice behind him:

"Master, just follow my disciple and draw like this."

The voice is so clean and pure.

Tang Yixien felt that he was probably overthinking it.

It is extremely difficult to draw a talisman. The thickness and strength of each stroke are different. If not this way, how else can we teach it?

But that’s not how he taught Xuan Yuran, right?

At this time, his hand had been moved by Xuan Yuran's hand, and the person behind him seemed to be extremely patient with every stroke.

Because Tang Yixien's whole body was too stiff, his body and hands were unable to follow Xuan Yuran's pen movements.

The talisman is extremely delicate, and every stroke must be correct, sometimes even the strength of the brushstroke depends on it.

Xuan Yuran said softly:

"Master, please relax. I can't move."

Tang Yixien felt that this statement was a bit awkward.

Xuan Yuran didn't understand what these words meant. His face turned red just because his master was in his arms.

At this time, Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao were at the door of the tent and happened to hear these words.

Jin Xiaoxiao's brain immediately exploded with the pornographic book, but he always felt that it would not be what he thought.

Sheng Qingye was a little confused.

With a rustle, Sheng Qingye walked into the tent and saw Tang Yixien in Xuan Yuran's arms, holding a pen in his hand, obviously learning to draw talismans.

He quickly walked over, grabbed Tang Yixin's wrist and pulled him over.

"I can also draw this. Junior brother, please teach me." Sheng Qingye looked at Xuan Yuran with a slightly cold gaze.

Xuan Yuran just raised his eyes, turned the pen behind him casually, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He felt that it was superfluous to say anything.

Jin Xiaoxiao's expression was as cold as ice, and she was holding the Lingxi fan in her hand.

He and Sheng Qingye just went out to chop firewood, that was all.

It’s Sheng Qingye’s fault for insisting on making grilled fish.

"Let go." Tang Yixin's wrist was pulled so hard by Sheng Qingye that it hurt.

Only then did Sheng Qingye let go of Tang Yixian's wrist.

The talisman that Tang Yixien had just written was thus useless.

"Sheng Qingye, what are you doing?"

Tang Yixian, whose wrist was loosened, said coldly:

"You like drawing spells, don't you? I'll punish you three by making a spell. You can only sleep after you finish it."

"Yes, Master." The three little ones replied.

It was very late at night. Tang Yixin was reading a book while the three little ones were drawing talismans.

There was a mark of ink on Xuan Yuran's face, and he didn't have time to wipe it off.