During this time, the most bitter thing was Sun Yufei, in a small stone house, a clay kang, a set of wooden tables and chairs, there was not even a place to wash her face, and she took a bath by herself at the hotel under the mountain.

This Tang Jingjing changed into the clothes of a little Taoist priest, wrapped his head and face with a scarf, and looked weird, except for eating and getting up every day, he slept at the rest of the time, and he didn't wash his face and let alone say anything, and he couldn't say three words between them all day.

And Zhiwei nests in the backyard every day and doesn't know what to do, she went to see it a few times, but she was excused and said that there was something she didn't see.

When did she Sun Yufei receive this. The dignified public relations director actually waits for people in the Taoist temple every day, which is simply funny.

Sun Yufei has never been so depressed for so many years. The more this is the case, the more unconvinced Sun Yufei is in her heart, thinking of Zhiwei's drooping eyelids and not looking at her dead look, Sun Yufei's teeth itch. If you don't take down the dead Taoist priest Zhiwei, you will never go back.

At noon on this day, I had just had lunch, it was already May, the weather was gradually getting hotter, and the Taoist priests in the temple were taking a lunch break.

Although the conditions are simple, Sun Yufei always has a way to keep herself enchanting and tender. She changed into a goose-yellow low-necked skirt and went to the backyard.

After a few days of observation, there was no little Taoist priest on duty in the backyard at this time, and no one should stop her from entering.

The breeze blows the leaves softly, the fragrance of wildflowers seems to be absent, the birdsong is sparse, and the small courtyard is quiet.

Sun Yufei tiptoed to the door of Zhiwei's house, peeking in through the bamboo curtain, only to see that Zhiwei was still dressed in a white robe, curled up one leg and leaned on the bamboo couch, one arm on the small table to support his head, and the other hand casually rested on the curled up knee, drooping his eyelids, as if he was asleep.

Gently lifting the bamboo curtain, Sun Yufei stepped into the house. At this time, Zhiwei's eyes moved slightly, and a fine light flashed for a moment, and then disappeared.

Sun Yufei saw that she didn't move, so she came to the edge of the bamboo couch and sat at the other end of the small table. Seeing that the tea set on the table had not been collected, and there was still an ember fire in the small stove on the side, he took care of himself and made tea.

After a while, the tea boiled, Sun Yufei skillfully warmed the cup, washed the tea, made tea, and then poured herself a cup and tasted it carefully.

The tea leaves are the best osmanthus fragrant tablets, which are suitable for drinking in early summer and late spring. Sun Yufei thought while drinking, this Taoist priest is quite exquisite, every time he sees him, he is dressed in white, he is spotless, his eyes are slightly drooping, he looks at people with a faint glance, and he doesn't say much but he doesn't say anything.

The age doesn't look big, and it shouldn't be too small, Sun Yufei carefully traced Zhiwei's facial features with his eyes, and he was indeed not sure of his age, this person had slender eyebrows, a high nose and a wide mouth, angular lip lines, long black hair in a bun on his head, and a wooden hairpin pinned to the bun, saying that he was young but gave people the feeling of being old and serious, saying that he was old except for the bronzed skin, but there was no trace of wind and frost on his face.

She can be regarded as reading countless people, as long as it is a man in front of her, she can figure out a little bit of her thoughts, most of them can use a little means to get closer, but she can't guess her thoughts in front of this person.

Although Sun Yufei is bewitching, she is not close to any man, and she will not sell her body because of work matters, but this knowledge has aroused her competitiveness.

She even felt that if she could conquer this man, it would be worth it to suffer a little loss, he was too special, there was a kind of fairy wind and bone taste on this person's body, and this feeling of pure abstinence made people want to destroy and pull him down to the mortal dust.

At the moment when Sun Yufei YY was speaking, Zhiwei raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, she was confused, looked around, and slowly straightened up.

"Miss Sun's tea is almost drunk, and there is still homework to be done in a while, so I won't send it far." Knowing the faint taste.

Sun Yufei had already been mentally prepared before she came, and her attitude towards Zhiwei was not surprising. She slowly took a sip of tea in the cup, and said lightly: "Since the Taoist is a cultivator, he should understand that some fates can't be avoided, so why not face it?" ”

Zhiwei lowered his head and thought about it, nodded and said, "What Miss Sun said is that let's end this karma today." ”

"Oh? How is the Taoist going to end it? ”

"What the poor Dao wants is just purity, please tell Miss Sun what she wants."

Sun Yufei wanted to say I want you, but her cheekiness hadn't cultivated to that extent. Zhu Shen groaned for a while and said, "Have you thought about the prescription you talked about last time?" ”

"I'm sorry, the recipes you want are all my master's secret recipes, and Poor Dao has no right to cooperate with you. Even if I cooperate, my mentor will not give up at that time? Miss Sun, let's change it. ”

"What else do you have to worry about besides the prescription?" Sun Yufei said with a pun.

"For a young and beautiful woman like Miss Sun, staying young forever should still be attractable, right?"

Hey, do you know I'm young and beautiful? I thought you were blind, dead Taoist! Sun Yufei sneered.

"Then listening to your tone, is there a way to stay young forever?"

"It's an exaggeration to stay young forever, but it's still possible to make people look like girls at fifty."

Sun Yufei's heart was pounding, this is every woman's dream, if she can really achieve this effect, she feels that it has more commercial value than the prescription she asked for before.

Anyway, this dead Taoist priest has this kind of secret recipe, shouldn't he have more than fifty himself? Thinking of this, she trembled all over her body, and her thoughts about Zhiwei were less than half.

"It would be great if the Taoist could give such a secret recipe."

"But there is a condition for the poor road."

"Please."

"The poor road should get half of the profits."

"What? Halfway? "This dead Taoist priest can really open his mouth." What do you want so much money for? ”

"Miss Sun's words are wrong, cultivators have wealth, law, couples, and land, this wealth word comes first, if Miss Sun can't decide, you can go back and discuss it again."

Sun Yufei gasped and left Zhiwei's room. MD is so cunning that a few words sent her away. And this time it was more thorough, and if she didn't negotiate a result, there would be no excuse to come back to him.

Sun Yufei knows Junting's style very well. As the holder of the original secret recipe, it is generally a one-time buyout. If you divide the profits, 20 percent is already the limit. This dead old man opened his mouth halfway, and he simply put her together.

Back in the hut, Sun Yufei looked at Tang Jingjing, who was curled up in the kang and sleeping soundly. Suddenly there was a special urge to do evil, this woman she waited for more than ten days, not only didn't even bother to talk to her, but she didn't even show her a straight face.

It's just a matter of eating deflated in front of the old fox Zhiwei, even the third daughter of Tang Eryou's family dares to snub her like this, and she really can't swallow this breath.

So Sun Yufei was angry from her heart, and evil was born to her guts. Two steps to the edge of the earthen kang, went up and grabbed the scarf that Fang Jingrou used to wrap her head and face, and pulled hard.