In the past, when Qing Jiuying served the benefactor in Tang Dance Song, it was like this, as long as the benefactor liked it, he could do anything, and he was ingrained in his subconscious that it didn't matter what he thought about a lowly person, no one would care, and no one would take care of it.

"Jiu'er" is feminine, it is deliberate by those benefactors, and the benefactors are used to seeing Tsing Yi on the stage, who can still think that Qing Jiuying is also a good man with a seven-foot atmosphere?

"Xiao Jiu likes the new title given by the teacher. ”

The thoughtfulness of the painting heart made Qing Jiuying slightly moved, Qing Jiuying wanted to look at the painting heart a few more times, but he didn't dare to look directly at her elegance, so he lowered his head again.

"It's good to like it. Huaxin smiled lightly and said casually, "You can also sit down and eat together." ”

"Xiao Jiu didn't dare. ”

"What don't you dare. Huaxin raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said dissatisfiedly, "This son will sit if you want to sit." ”

Qing Jiuying didn't dare to speak, he just kept glancing at Shuyi, he knew that the grace of painting was prosperous, and Shuyi had the final say in the final analysis.

However, since Qing Jiuying entered the Wuxin Residence, Shuyi has not said a word to him, not even a glance at him, not to mention that the apprenticeship has been saved, and he has not even mentioned the matter of master and apprentice.

Shuyi was cold, and Qing Jiuying didn't dare to make a mistake, only faintly felt that he, the master who fell out of the pie in the sky, didn't seem to like him.

"Look what he does. The painting was stunned.

"The master didn't allow it, and the apprentice didn't dare to make a mistake. Qing Jiuying became more and more respectful.

Shuyi unhurriedly took out a piece of brocade, gently wiped the stains on the side of his mouth for Huaxin, and when he saw Huaxin glaring at him, he replied coldly, "Sit down." ”

His expression was cold, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Master Xie. Qing Jiuying leaned over and bowed to Shuyi, before picking up his clothes and sitting down on the rosewood carved chair opposite the heart of the painting.

Qing Jiuying sat down, and immediately felt that something was revealing from his side pocket, and he chuckled in his heart, it was too late to cover up, and Shuyi had already taken the two sugar men over quickly.

The old man who pinched the sugar man was exquisite, and the two sugar men pinched it vividly and vividly. The sugar man in red is naturally a painting heart, and this sugar man in Tsing Yi is ......

Shuyi rarely looked at Qing Jiuying seriously, his eyes narrowed deeper and deeper, and the anger came instantly, and Qing Jiuying couldn't help but shudder.

"Look at me, I've forgotten about this sugar man. ”

With a smile, Huaxin took the red-clothed candy man from Shuyi's hand, played with interest a few times, and then stretched out to Shuyi, and said, "Idiot, this old man's craftsmanship is really good, just like my real person." ”

Shuyi was silent and couldn't bear it, Qing Jiuying's heart was trembling and trembling, only the painting heart was happy and his eyebrows were flying.

"Idiot, look, Xiao Jiu's one is also very good. ”

Well...... It's pinched very well.

It's just that it's so good......

There are rumors in the market that the white-haired old man in Tsing Yi Alley is not only a good clay figure, but also a good marriage, but anyone who has pinched pairs of clay figures with him, nine out of ten pairs can become dependents, and they will love and live in harmony.

With a "click", Shuyi was so engrossed in thinking that he unconsciously broke half of the wooden stick under the clay figure in Tsing Yi.

Qing Jiuying shuddered violently when she heard the sound, and trembled in shock.

"You taste it, I heard that the taste of this sugar man is not bad, and this craft is a must-have in the city. Shuyi smiled and broke off a piece of the sugar man, breaking it...... It seems to be the head of Qing Jiuying, and it is handed to the lips of the painting.

Displeasure, disappointment, Qing Jiuying naturally has it, but he habitually lowers his head, doesn't look, doesn't listen, and humbly maintains the image that a person with a humble status should have.

"It's a pity to eat it. Huaxin's eyes lingered on the sugar man for a long time, and then he opened his mouth to take the sugar cube handed over by Shuyi, and said vaguely, "But there is no way to break it, you don't know how to be careful, clumsy." ”

"Next time, I'll accompany you to pinch a pair. ”

"Okay, then you can't break your word. ”

"Hmm. ”

The book is low, and the painting heart chews the sugar cube "rattling", but other than that, the room is quiet.

A dinner was not pleasant, Qing Jiuying was very restrained, full of panic, and only ate some pastries at random, swallowed them, and didn't know the taste.

After dinner, Shuyi gave Qing Jiuying the house where Tao Xin'er lived before, and the words were still conveyed by Huaxin.

After two more days of such a lukewarm end, Shuyi became more and more cold, and the painting heart became more and more seductive, so Qing Jiuying silently called the two people Master Leng and the other as Master Mei.

Qing Jiuying gradually discovered that he, Master Leng, looked very powerful, but he seemed to be very afraid of his beautiful master.

After careful observation, Qing Jiuying also found that his cold master was disliked by no one except for Mei Shiniang, and no one was too lazy to take care of it. If he was lucky enough to make Master Mei happy, Master Leng's eyes would be a little gentler when he looked at him.

So Qing Jiuying realized a rule of survival, and if you want to gain a firm foothold in the unintentional house, you have to please the painting.

So this Qingming thin boy often hides in the heavy flowers and leaves and smiles at the painting, and likes to pick a flower and leaf casually, and blow some lingering and sympathetic tunes to the painting.

Those tunes were as graceful as Qing Jiuying's voice, and although Huaxin felt pleasant, he couldn't understand what he was blowing.

Not only was he angry because of the sugar man's affairs, Shuyi almost ignored Qing Jiuying, and Huaxin became a master and a master again, and began to devote himself to teaching Qing Jiuying's spells, but Qing Jiuying couldn't learn anything.

"Concentrate, inhale, rise, push the palms ......"

"Stop, stop, wrong again!"

"Master ......"

Qing Jiuying looked at Huaxin, his eyes showed grievances, Chu Chu was pitiful, Huaxin's heart softened by his eyes, waved his hand, and said helplessly, "That's it, take a break from tea and practice again." ”

Qing Jiuying immediately grinned and handed over warm tea and water to Huaxin, sat under the flower stand together to listen to the wind and enjoy the flowers, and then told some interesting stories about the market to relieve Huaxin's boredom.

Three days passed in a flash.

Three days later, one early morning, after hearing three very regular insect chirpings, Shuyi suddenly opened his eyes, got up in his clothes, walked out of the inner room lightly, walked to the study, raised his hand and pressed lightly at the candlestick, and the wall on the west wall with the portrait of the heart slowly turned inward, revealing a secret room.

Shuyi carried the red gauze lantern by the window, and slowly walked into the dark room, where sat an old man in a black robe who was more than half a hundred years old, with a sinister body and eyes, revealing a scheming shrewdness.

When the old man saw Shuyi, he leaned over and bowed, very respectfully, and said, "Three days have passed, and Mei Ming has come to return to Gongzi." ”

Shu Yi waved his sleeves and said lightly, "Sit down and say." ”

Mei Ming was not polite to Shuyi, and sat down on a white jade pier beside Shuyi. This secret room is after the accident of Huang Yu, Xuanyuan ordered people to build in the unintentional residence, there is a secret passage under this secret room, leading directly to the bottom of Cangwu Mountain, and from the bottom of the mountain there are five branches, leading directly to the Netherworld Temple and the hidden forces under the seat of the four underworlds.

After all, Cangwu Mountain is a gathering of masters, and Wuxinju is an eye-catching place on the mountain, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, Shuyi met the dark forces of the Netherworld Palace, all in this dark room.

"Are the two gone?" Shuyi asked speculatively.

If the two of them hadn't left, the charm should have come back at night to report, and this time they came in a hurry, they must have made an important discovery.