The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

Master walked in front, Qi Wushen walked behind.

The road from the yard to the room is actually very short, but I can't help feeling flustered.

talk about what?Qi Wushen beat a drum in his heart.

He couldn't think of anything to talk about, but it was better than nothing.

It's rare that the master wants to say that he can also take the opportunity to inquire about Zong Wu's thoughts on the matter of giving up the ruthless way.

The two sat at the table, the tea had been cold for a long time, Zong Wu pushed a cup to the little apprentice, while he stared at the edge of the teacup, holding it with one hand, rubbing it with his thumb from time to time.

"I think." He said, but his head was hanging down.

"Well, Master, tell me." The young man gave up his hand, and his tone was very calm.

Zong Wu paused for a moment, then rubbed his thumb twice around the edge of the teacup, and reorganized his words: "I think it's better for us to restore...the previous...relationship."

The boy rested his upper arm on his pillow, his slender eyelashes fluttering extremely slowly.

"So, what is our relationship now?" The ending sound was slightly elongated, with a bit of carelessness, but not frivolous.

Zong Wu lowered his head a little more, but he didn't speak.

After a while, the boy took over the conversation.

"Our current relationship is master-student, and the previous relationship was also master-student, isn't it? Huh? Master?"

The word "um" was a little elongated, which seemed very undignified, and it should never be the tone of a disciple to his master.

Zong Wu's thumb pressed against the edge of the teacup, a deep red dent was in the center of his finger, and he made no further movements.

That's right, he never admitted any other relationship with the little apprentice.

The young Conghui guessed a lot, but he didn't respond positively. Now that the little apprentice is pretending to be stupid, he has only two choices, either to admit the relationship that he didn't admit before, or to terminate the dialogue and continue to maintain the status quo.

"Hey, I mean..." He coughed lightly, and then couldn't continue.

The corner of Qi Wushen's mouth twitched into a smile, pressed the master's thumb that was still intensifying, and half-forcibly put the red-scarred hand on his knee, rubbed the congested part with moderate strength, and then spoke in a persuasive manner.

"Master said that we will no longer continue our current relationship. What exactly do you mean? Is this disciple going to sleep with your arms around you, kiss you on the mouth, take a bath with you, or...to take care of us together in the future? child?"

The words "our" are heavily emphasized.

Zong Wu didn't admit it, nor did he object. He bit his lip, and a layer of blood mist immediately formed on his light-colored lips, as if the red mark that had just faded from his thumb had moved.

"All."

He took a deep breath and repeated it.

"Don't do everything you said just now."

The boy immediately let out a long "Oh?"

"Does that include making and loving too?"

No matter what the little apprentice did in private, he kept it in front of him all the time. Zong Wu didn't expect him to say those two words so bluntly. He suddenly raised his head, widened his eyes, glanced at the little apprentice, and quickly fall.

"This is..." Zong Wu said slowly.

"Pa—" the young man stood up abruptly, shook his hands twice, squinted his eyes and condescendingly looked at the master.

Zong Wu also looked up.

He was not sitting very straight, and the angle of looking up made the boy look very tall, his eyebrows and eyes were not clear, and he felt that his smile occupied a large area.

Just as Zong Wu was about to speak, the smile on the boy's face suddenly widened.

A fluttering sentence fell from the top of his head.

——"Not doing any more."

——"Since Master insists on this, it can only do as you wish."

"..."

-

The young man euphemistically said that in order not to seduce or lure the master, he moved the room to a farther place that day.

It is also thanks to the fact that there are many rooms in this house, which is enough for him to toss about.

"Eh? Why did you change places?" Ji Sheng looked at the young man who came out with a brocade quilt, his tone full of puzzlement.

Just as Qi Wushen was about to speak, a leisurely voice came from behind him.

"Who knows what's going on between them."

With a sullen tone and dissatisfaction, it was Nan Tianzun.

The boy turned sideways and let the uncle who helped him "move" stand in front, and the three of them stood in a triangle.

As soon as Nan Tianzun changed his gossip attitude before, the expression on his face still had a little headache: "I asked you to persuade him to give up the ruthless way, but I didn't let you move out. Tell me, you moved out, who to point at to persuade him?" He, me?"

"Master's temper, you should know it." The young man's tone was slow and heavy, and he didn't care about the uncle's blame.

He added: "It's no use trying to persuade him, after all he has to figure it out for himself?"

"He can think about it himself, he has thought about it for a long time, he is so stubborn, like..." Nan Tianzun said while scratching his hair, he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Wait, look at your confident appearance, don't you?" Have you thought of any other way?"

"Naturally." The young man blinked twice heavily, and a smile with a sure chance of winning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So what's the solution?" Nan Tianzun immediately resumed his gossip look, "They are all on the same front, let's reveal it."

He touched Qi Wushen with his shoulder, and the whole set of movements was smooth and familiar, and Ji Sheng was taken aback for a while, feeling that the position of "Qi Wushen's good friend" was about to be changed.

The boy didn't answer, but shook his head slowly pretending to be deep.

"Not to be said."

The light of gossip in Nan Tianzun's eyes disappeared, and he muttered "Stingy ghost" in dissatisfaction. Seeing this, the smile on Qi Wushen's face enlarged again.

"Okay, uncle, don't worry, I'm doing things, can you worry about it?"

The young man also touched Nan Tianzun's shoulder, and the other party reluctantly said "OK".

At this moment, Ji Sheng was finally able to speak.

"Move to my side?" He pointed to the "luggage" in their hands.

Qi Wushen shook his head: "Don't go to the courtyard next to yours, it should be far away, and the sound insulation is better."

"..."

-

Although he didn't live with Ji Sheng, Qi Wushen ran back to Ji Sheng's house as soon as the sun went down and the earth spirits left the house.

The two set up a small pergola in the yard, set up a chessboard, and started playing chess to pass the time.

"What's going on with you today?" Ji Sheng rested his chin, holding the chess piece and didn't move it for a long time, as if he was thinking or gossiping.

He said unhurriedly: "I've been listening to the conversation between you and Nan Tianzun for a long time, but I still don't understand what's going on, why don't you tell me?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and tapped his knuckles on the chessboard: "I can speak, but the question is, do you dare to listen?"

Ji Sheng shrank his neck and said nothing.

The boy said again: "If you can't figure out where to go, just say it. It's useless for you to change the topic like this."

"..." Ji Sheng's thoughts were shattered, he threw the chess piece back into the chessboard, shrugged his shoulders, and began to smash it.

"Okay, I admit defeat."

"If you don't play anymore, you will always lose."

The boy sat cross-legged on the rattan chair, resting his chin with one hand, and clicked his mouth lightly.

"Tell me about you, play chess with Xiaozhu, you think he's good, play chess with me, you think you're good, but you still want to play."

Ji Sheng pouted, and followed Qi Wushen's example, moving his feet onto the rocking chair.

He leaned back, and the rattan rocking chair followed suit, and the full moon in the night sky broke into his eyes.

"Then what can I do, I'm a vegetable." He didn't sigh, but there was a bit of grievance in his tone, "I have been a vegetable since I was a child, it doesn't seem like you have some talent in you, and you can learn fairy arts faster than ordinary people What about me? A normal person can learn it five times, but I have to learn it twenty times.”

"There are so many people in the Ji family, and there is no shortage of me as a junior. I just thought about living an ordinary life, and I will be able to find a job in Xianting in the future. But you say, I admit that I am good, but there are people Do not believe."

With a shake of the rattan rocking chair, Ji Sheng sat up straight, stared at his eyes, and said with an exaggerated expression: "My brother just thinks that I should be as good as others and inherit the glory of the Ji family. Do you think it's outrageous?"

It's not the first time Qi Wushen heard about the messy things about Ji's family.

He naturally understands the truth that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and he is not a person who meddles in other people's family affairs. However, after this period of time, he was more or less touched.

"Actually, your brother, it should be, I still care about you." The young man's tone was uncertain. Although he didn't meet much and didn't deal with it, he still rarely said a word for that Ji Yuan.

At this moment, two members of Ji's family came into the courtyard after dinner, saw Qi Wushen was there, and exchanged a few pleasantries.

In front of his brother's people, it's hard to say bad things about his brother, Ji Sheng cooperated and didn't say any more.

He pondered over the young man's words carefully, and did not speak until the two Ji family members returned to the room.

"You're right." After finishing speaking, he sighed.

The young man patted Ji Sheng's shoulder, didn't say any comforting words, just passed through the heaviness of this moment together.

"Think about it. Didn't you think about facing it before? It's still some days before you go back to Jiuchongtian. Besides, you also said that after you go back, you will soon have to go to the lower realm to cross the tribulation. Let's take a step." Let's take a step."

"That's true." Ji Sheng sighed again, "Maybe I won't be able to come back after crossing the catastrophe, and it doesn't matter what happens then."

Qi Wushen: "..."

He wanted to speak, but held back.

His master with this kind of temper could secretly follow him while he was crossing the lower realm, let alone Ji Yuan.only……

The young man thought about it, he still didn't fully understand what was going on in that part, the key point is that he lost the memory of Du Jie, and he couldn't find the reason for the memory loss.

"By the way, when you are on duty, you can adjust where you go, right?" Qi Wushen asked.

He suddenly remembered that Immortal Lu from Styx Nether Mansion, if he could go to work under him for a while, and then think of a way with a stern face, maybe he could get back that memory.

In the past, he thought that memory was not important, but now he really wants to get that story back.

——That was the first time between him and Master, how could he forget it?

"I've never been on duty, and I don't know." Ji Sheng was still very sad, and the young man stopped asking, moved the chair to Ji Sheng's side, and looked up at the moon with him.

The two stared at the disc-shaped moon for a long time, and Ji Sheng suddenly recalled it.

"It's almost time, why are you still lying here and not sleeping?" He leaned on the wicker chair with one hand, turned sideways and asked, in Ji Sheng's memory, the young man wished he could sleep all day .

"I'm waiting." The boy said lazily, with a bit of sleepiness in his tone, but he still tried his best to cheer up and answer his friend's words.

"What are you waiting for in the middle of the night?"

"Wait until tomorrow." The boy pulled out the fan at his waist and covered his face.

"Once the child's time is over, it's time to look at the sun."

At that time, Master will definitely take the initiative to come to him when his passion flares up.

That's when they can have a "good" talk.

——It was also his last hole card.

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