"If Master doesn't come again, I'm afraid the apprentice will really turn into a fruit spirit!"

The heron scattered immortal was a little stunned at first, and the familiar fan edge pressed against my chin, as if disgusted with an unknown dumbness, "Why are you so wilted?"

Master, the apprentice hasn't eaten anything, the apprentice has already eaten the fruit for three days!" "I want to cry without tears.

Yang Lu Sanxian thought for a moment, his expression seemed to be in a trance, but after that, he raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, and his lips opened and closed and muttered, "It's very edible." ”

What does such obvious ridicule take me?

"It's my fault that I forgot what you were eating. Yang Lu Sanxian smiled, and his attitude was extremely sincere.

I'm not a bird.

"I will compensate you today. "Raising the heron scattered immortals waved their sleeves and changed, and a stove kitchen appeared in this illusion

I was stunned, and I wondered when my illusion could be so powerful?

He stir-fried and stewed with me, making eight kinds of dishes, and I ate and drank with him a meal, and I was left with a fine finish.

He seemed to have only a slice of lettuce, and he never touched the chopsticks again, but waited for me to finish eating with a grim face, so that I looked very much like the heron swallow he fed him on weekdays, and I was afraid that he would raise me as a bird. That's it, you don't care about the difference in any species when you're full, it's not bad to be a bird!

"Eaten?" his eyes suddenly became kind and kind, and his tone was very soft.

It's over, it's over, I'm really a bird. I nodded and smiled shyly.

"When you are full, recite the six tips of the Xuan Jing with me. ”

My face turned pale for a moment, and a whirlpool swirled in my mind, making me feel uncomfortable, "Okay, Master." ”

After finishing speaking, I stumbled and memorized the six tips of the Xuan Sutra until my master who raised the heron drank the seventh cup of tea.

My master's face seemed to be pale, "You have memorized such a short six tricks." ”

Before I could say anything about flattery, he immediately spoke, "Listen to the Herbal Heart Sutra by heart." ”

I was bumpy and jerky again, and I had a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth, and the deer and horses were indistinguishable.

"What do you think of your back?" Master Yanglu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the fan in his left hand rotated between his fingers, as if it would fly up to my forehead in the next moment, and it would be a good knock.

"And it's not bad. I gasped and took a word to describe it.

Master Yanglu smiled half-way, sighed, shook his head, and said, "Come to me tomorrow." ”

"You're going again, Master?" I thought that I would have to ask him a few delicious dishes this time to solve my hunger.

"I'm not leaving. He got up, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his eyes sparkled, "A new stupid and stupid spirit pet, hungry, hungry to turn into fruit." With that, he brushed his sleeves and left, and the shadow of the white robe swept over my eyes.

What does Master mean by staying and taking care of my food? I am a stupid droplet, but I also know the truth of knowing how to repay kindness, and after that day, I will study and memorize diligently, thinking that I must memorize these 7788 sutras and mantras well, so as to repay Master for cooking for me every day.

It's just that I'm really not a strong fairy root, the fairy fate is very shallow, I have memorized these scriptures and spells for seven days, and I am not familiar with them, the master taught me the use of spells during the day, or made me sit aside, use a fan as a sword, dance some simple styles, teach me, and there is a begonia tree in the courtyard that blooms luxuriantly, and the flowers are beautiful, but every time he is broken by the fan wind, and the begonia flowers fall in all directions. At night, Master Yanglu listened to me recite new scriptures, and then when the jade pot drank tea, I saw that he was very bored, and I had a way in my heart.

"Master, let me read you a little tune. ”

Sure enough, a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Read it and listen to it." After that, he put down the teacup and listened to the music.

"When you are bored, go to the garden and look for the flowers to wear. Looking up, I saw jasmine flowers lined up on both sides, and picked a flower with my hand to wear it. ”

With that, I turned into a jasmine and pretended to wear it in a bun.

"The flowers have been picked, but the heart of the flowers has not yet bloomed.

I knew you had no intention, flowers, and I didn't pick them after all."

When I finished reading, I threw the flower along with the words, but unfortunately, the flower bone landed right in front of my master, meeting his cold gaze.

"Do you know what this song is?" he turned the flower bones into smoke and dust, and dissipated them completely.

If you pick the wrong flower, how can it be? As for such seriousness, I'm afraid it's not to scare my water droplet. I stood on the sidelines, thinking to myself that it would be better to answer the question.

The disciple didn't know that it was written in the man's book, and the disciple thought it was very interesting, so he wrote it down. ”

"I should have fun listening to it, and you don't have to read it to anyone else. He said to me in a modest tone, frowning.

"Why?" I certainly don't know what's wrong with picking the wrong flower.

"Naturally, it is vulgar and abnormal, and it is not tolerant of the ear. He looked solemn and didn't look at me for half a look.

And so, and so, and in vain, I wrote it down. "Remember that although you don't have half a serious official position, this temperament is very big, and even your preferences are different from ordinary people. That's it, he's old, and I don't care about him.

After that day, I never recited the song to him again, but this heron scattered fairy was very grudgeful, and soon he gave birth to a way to torture me, that is, to use the sword to catch the falling flowers and flowing water, remember, if the flower falls to a petal, if the water falls to a drop, it will punish me to gnaw the green and yellow fruit.

I used the three-foot iron sword he conjured up for me, and fell into a dog-gnawed mud posture again and again, which was really embarrassing. He was very carefree on the side, his eyes were shining, he smiled gently, but his eyebrows still looked disgusted, "Come again!"

I was again and again in the air with the falling flowers and flowing water.

It wasn't until the eighth time that I gnawed the mud and raised the heron and got up, "That's it, eat the fruit today." ”

What the?

I dragged the iron sword, indignant, and my heart was very depressed, "Master, I also want a magic weapon that can be used, this iron sword is so cumbersome, I am uncomfortable using it." Then he turned his gaze to the red fan that was flipping between his fingers, why didn't he show me the folding fan?