The devil gave me a candy

The Kunlun Mountains are full of mountains and peaks, hiding the sky and blocking out the sun, with ups and downs.

Rare treasures can be seen everywhere; fairy birds and beasts are innumerable.

The clouds are curling up with smoke, and the water is thin and foggy.

Piyun Palace is located on the top of Kunlun Mountain, inheriting the aura of heaven and earth, and hiding the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.

Different from the grandeur and splendor of the Demon Palace, and also different from the sacred solemnity of the Heavenly Palace, this place is full of simplicity and elegance.However, there are plants, trees, rooms, and houses here, and the layout is ingenious, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The master performed the Fa Jue to heal my wounds, and my neck instantly recovered.

The master held my hand tightly all the way and explained to me the allusions of every place in Kunlun Mountain.For tens of thousands of years, the master has never treated me so intimately. I feel a little uneasy, but also uncontrollably happy.

The host took me to a very delicate bedroom, where the faint scent of flowers seemed to be there, and the hollowed-out window lattices were carved with pictures of the Chinese zodiac in different shapes.A beam of light spots in the sky falls on the huanghuali three-screen mirror stand in the center of the room. There are all kinds of mortal objects on the mirror stand. There is a nanmu cabinet standing, and when you open it, you can see all kinds of white clothes.

I looked at those weird mortal gadgets that I liked and wanted to buy but couldn't buy.How would the master know?Could it be that the master hasn't ignored me for a hundred years, he is also silently paying attention to me.

Qing Tu also gave me clothes, but they are all very gorgeous. It is mainly based on his personal preference. The plain clothes in this cabinet are all in my favorite style.Thinking about it, although I am a slave, the master still has my place in his heart.Thinking of this, the grievances that had arisen just now disappeared completely.

However, I still looked at the master hesitantly, somewhat expecting and somewhat nervous.

Are these... really for me?

The master looked at me: "Piyun Palace, it will be your home from now on. I have re-made it all here. I specially prepared this peach livable for you. Do you like it?"

I was so excited that my face seemed to be on fire, and I said incoherently: "Piyun Palace, the home of me and the king?"

"Ah."

The host actually smiled slightly, like the melting of ice and snow on a mountain, like a spring breeze wrinkling a pool of spring water, which made me dumbfounded for a moment.

I asked in a daze, "This room was specially prepared for me?"

"Ok!"

Wang still smiled, with a hint of doting in his smile, I was so flattered, as if in a dream.

"This yard is called 'Peach Yiju'."

The master has always been a high mountain and a bright moon that makes people unattainable, but tonight it has become a breeze that comes slowly from the mortal world, "I also got this name myself, and I also inscribed the plaque in front of the yard. There is a saying in the Book of Songs." The peach blossoms are young, and their flowers are scorching, and the son returns home, and it is suitable for his family'."

I was at a loss for a while, I read a lot of books in the mortal world, and I knew that the poem "Taoyao" is a confession language for a man to marry his sweetheart.

The master used to be the god of war, and only knew about fighting and killing. I'm afraid he doesn't have much ink in his stomach, so he must not know the true meaning of this poem.

Should I tell him?I was a little embarrassed, so I had to nah: "Master..."

The master looked at me, as if I was the only one in his eyes.

I can't speak again for a while, forget it!It's better not to expose the master, lest he become angry from embarrassment, and persuade the master to read more books in the future, so as not to make jokes again.

The master touched my forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "From now on, you don't need to call me master."

Then what should I be called?Thinking of the poem just now, I suddenly understood.The master has been with me for tens of thousands of years, and I think he has already regarded me as a family member. The master hinted to me euphemistically through poems that from now on I am a family with him, and no longer the relationship between master and slave.

It's just that when the intention is reached, the poem is used in the wrong place.

And why is the master so reserved? If I hadn't read some books in the mortal world, experienced some tempering, and gained some ability to guess people's hearts, wouldn't I be able to understand what he meant?

After living in the mortal world for a hundred years, I also longed for family affection in the world, so I mustered up my courage, "Then I... can I call you... Daddy?"

The master's face suddenly turned over, as if he had overturned the palette, with all five colors. He pressed my shoulders with both palms, almost crushing my bones.

My face was pale, and I said anxiously: "I can't call you Daddy, but... Master... Is it okay?"

The master's face became darker and darker.

I blinked and looked back at him blankly.

His expression twisted for a while, he gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but he just flicked his sleeves and ran away.

I was left alone, looking at the master's back innocently and helplessly.

Sure enough, the owner is still the flower of Gaoling that cannot be easily broken.

The mist and cold wind in the cloudy sky hit my face, and I stood in the middle of the room shivering helplessly.

What makes me inexplicable is that the master banned my feet, but he didn't abuse me. He sent fairies to take care of my food and daily life, but he didn't allow these fairies to say a word to me. What these fairies do every day It is to urge me to read.

That's right, reading, but I read books about etiquette and marriage customs such as "Book of Rites", "Disciple Regulations", "Rituals", and even books such as "Women's Precepts" and "Women's Training".

I looked at the thick stack of books about cultivating morality and mind in front of me, and I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time. Does the master think that I don't know the rules and have no etiquette?

Sure enough, I still made a mistake.

The fairies who served prepared countless ink sticks for me, and they took turns grinding the ink for me. Piyun Palace would pull several carts of rice paper to Taoyiju every day.

Even a few days later, the master cast a spell to create a "pond" in my house, and asked me to wash the pen and inkstone in it. He also told me that there is a famous calligrapher in the world, Wang Xizhi, who practiced calligraphy very hard. He practiced calligraphy and washed his brushes. , Washing the clear pond into an ink pond.

However, looking at the sparkling and boundless lake in front of me, I couldn't help wondering whether Wang Xizhi's ink pool was a lake?so big?And the water in the pool is running water?

I am very depressed, am I going to copy this book forever?Isn't this mortal calligrapher a thing?It really hurt me a lot.

The master also euphemistically said that a gentleman in the world should be virtuous, eloquent, tolerant, and talented, but I am not beautiful, my speech is shapeless, and I have no talent. There is no cure for my appearance, speech, and talent. Only by cultivating virtue can we have a little inner beauty, and only by practicing so much can we be successful, otherwise I would be ashamed to take me out for a walk.

stroll?I am not convinced, am I not a dog?

The master used to not say a word for hundreds of years in Thunder Pond. He has always been noble and glamorous, unattainable, and his education was very rough and casual.

Now, as a fairy, he played cards so unreasonably!What about the language of love?

What's even more outrageous is that, apart from going to bed and eating, I have to keep writing and reciting.

As a result, the sound of my reading aloud wafted across the Kunlun Mountains.

I sigh and sigh in the house every day, and now I am so particular about being a god. Not only must I be able to sweep away thousands of troops, but I also have to have an article in my belly, and moreover, I have to behave properly.

Not to mention that for many years since then, I have been studying behind closed doors, trying to improve my cultural accomplishment, and strive to be a person with inner beauty.The master also gave me a copybook written by himself, and asked me to copy it, and occasionally came to visit me to supervise my academic progress. If I didn't come, the fairies who served me would also strictly check my homework.

If I am lazy, the master will definitely let me cut down on food and clothing, and study hard at night.

Woah!Time is as bitter as a bowl of coptis, which makes people unable to swallow and dare not spit it out.

There are voluminous volumes and tireless reading.

There are stacks of rice papers with ink falling on them, and the Yanghao pens and Langhao pens are bald one after another. The lake water in front of the door has countless splashes of ink, and it is still clear and green.

The master didn't take it seriously, he really let me turn a lake of running water into a pool of ink, and I overheard Liandong and others saying that the master was very happy to see me studying so hard.

Um!The owner is very happy!