At eight o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day, I was woken up by Meng Fan's phone call.
This guy "hypocritically" wished me a happy new year and made a lot of noises.
I chatted with him in a daze for a while, then got up and washed up.
When I went downstairs, I saw Lingxi chatting with a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing Taoist robes.
The two sat facing each other, brewing a pot of fragrant tea, the atmosphere was harmonious, and laughter continued.
"Master, Happy New Year. I wish you peace and health in the new year and become more and more beautiful." I said with full respect.
Lingxi is my nominal "master", and the teacher is the leader.
According to the custom in our hometown, we pay New Year greetings to our elders on the first day of the Lunar New Year. We say some auspicious words, pray for our elders and at the same time receive symbolic red envelopes.
I don’t expect Lingxi’s red envelope anymore, but as her “disciple”, I must do this etiquette.
Just like my father told me, you must not neglect Lingxi because of Su Tongyuan.
"You mean I'm not beautiful now?" Lingxi asked me seriously.
I was dumbfounded on the spot and felt so embarrassed that I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.
Is Lingxi beautiful?
The answer is self-evident.
Among the girls I have ever seen, she is definitely the most beautiful.
But I am just saying auspicious words for New Year greetings, how can I be so serious?
The middle-aged beautiful woman chuckled and said, "How can you be such a master?"
Lingxi took a sip of tea, her face turned rosy for no reason, and she responded, "I'm waiting for you to make breakfast."
"Oh..." I said frustratedly: "Then what do you want to eat?"
Lingxi put down the tea cup in his hand and introduced me: "This is my uncle Jingyue, you have to call me uncle."
I hurriedly bowed and said, "Happy New Year, uncle."
The beautiful middle-aged woman named Jingyue stopped her with a smile: "Just call me Aunt Jingyue, my uncle sounds so old-fashioned."
Lingxi protested: "That can't be done, it will mess up the seniority."
Jingyue said with an innocent expression: "It's okay. Senior brother, the leader, treats me like a sister and treats you as his own daughter. You can call me uncle or aunt."
Lingxi said anxiously: "I can call you aunt, but Suning is my apprentice, so there is a gap in seniority."
Jingyue said confidently: "Not bad, you are right to listen to me."
Lingxi helplessly held her forehead.
Jingyue secretly blinked and said: "It's better to be chaotic, otherwise how can I satisfy you?"
"Uncle Master..." Lingxi said angrily, with a peach blossom face, "How could I be such an uncle like you?"
Jingyue sighed and said: "How can you be such a good uncle like me? I only care about you. I am truly the best and best uncle in the world."
I stood by and listened in a daze, not daring to disturb their conversation, and silently retreated into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Each person has a bowl of egg clear soup noodles, served with crunchy pickles.
Simple, not greasy or greasy.
Just as I was bringing the noodles to the table, Lingxi came up to me, took a napkin to help me wipe the grease off my face, and said with a look of disgust: "I don't even know how to dress my clothes, it's nondescript."
As she said that, she stretched out her hand to help me spread out my collar, pulled the corners of my clothes, and returned to the sofa as if nothing had happened.
I was holding the noodles and my heart was pounding like a drum.
This was the first time I was so close to Lingxi face to face, and I could even feel the hot breath she exhaled when she spoke.
And her unique and elegant fragrance, like summer gardenia, made my heart palpitate and I was instantly distracted.
"Is your master beautiful?" Jingyue suddenly asked.
I nodded subconsciously and said, "Beautiful."
Jingyue laughed heartily, and her cheeks were stained by the clouds of Lingxi.
It’s not like I’m walking with noodles in hand, it’s not like I’m not walking, I’m just looking down at the ground like a fool.
After breakfast, I tidied up the house.
I promised Lingxi to clean up three times a week, but I dare not break my promise.
I was busy working until 9:40, when the sound of a car accelerator sounded outside the villa.
I looked over and saw a middle-aged man from a black market antique shop leading a young man to visit.
I prepared a lot of gifts in large and small packages.
Lingxi stood up to greet him and said, "Are you really planning to shorten my life?"
The middle-aged uncle said with a shy face: "Girl Ling, you have so much merit, how can you lose your life so easily?"
The young man following behind said flatteringly: "I heard from my dad that Master Lingxi has accepted a disciple, so I came to congratulate him."
Before Lingxi could say anything, the middle-aged uncle pulled me over and said familiarly: "Do you mind having more junior brothers?"
"Ah, what?" I didn't understand the situation at all.
The middle-aged uncle pointed at the young man and said: "My son Ding Hao is twenty-seven years old. He is currently opening a shop in Zhongzhou. Being your junior brother will give you an advantage."
The guy named Ding Hao was very discerning and said: "I've seen senior brother."
I quickly dodged and said: "No, no, no, no..."
The middle-aged uncle interrupted: "Nothing, I'm treating you tonight, let's go out for a big meal."
Lingxi sat on the sofa and watched the father and son perform to their heart's content, neither happy nor angry.
The middle-aged uncle said shamelessly: "Ling girl, can you express your attitude?"
Ding Hao immediately knelt on his knees and said to Lingxi with a respectful and solemn expression: "Master, please accept me as your disciple."
After saying this, he bowed three times and waited quietly for Lingxi to make a sound.
I stood back and watched, getting angry. Damn it, isn't this killing people first and forcing them to do it later?
It's just that I'm a soft-spoken person. Even if I have a complaint, I don't dare to say it to my face.
Lingxi ignored it indifferently and said calmly: "I told you three years ago that you and I are not destined to be together."
Ding Hao said sincerely: "Master is willing to accept me, it is fate."
The middle-aged uncle helped: "Yes, whether there is a destiny or not depends on human beings. Girl Ling, you understand the secrets of heaven, do you still take the little will of heaven to your heart?"
Lingxi said bluntly: "Uncle Ding, as an elder of the Yun Sect, you are very knowledgeable in the art of observing movement. You know better than me what Ding Hao's fate will be in the future, so why bother to embarrass me or yourself?"
The middle-aged uncle's expression changed slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched as he said, "Girl Ling, since you have made it clear, I have nothing to hide."
"The reason why I quit the Yun Zong and no longer help people observe their fortunes is because I have leaked too many secrets over the years and suffered backlash."
"It stands to reason that if these heavenly forces come back to me, it will be regarded as a cycle of karma and retribution. It is entirely my own fault, and I accept my failure."
"But the bad thing is that these heavenly backlashes did not fall on me, but on Ding Hao."
"I am just a son, how can I just watch him suffer all the backlash because of me?"
The middle-aged uncle said with a bitter look on his face: "If Ding Hao can become your disciple and use your methods to help him secretly change his life, the backlash may disappear."
"No matter how bad things go, he can successfully avoid death at the age of thirty."
"Girl Ling, I hope you can save Ding Hao for the sake of me as a father." The middle-aged uncle bent down and saluted: "I am also desperate."
"Dad." Ding Hao's eyes were wet and he shouted with tears.
The middle-aged uncle looked at himself and said: "There are many experts in the land of Great Xia, and I also know a few experts who can help people change their lives. But Ding Hao's life is mixed with the backlash of heaven, which is very different from ordinary life-changing. In this regard, in addition to
No one else in the Kunlun spiritual master lineage can interfere."
"Five years ago, I took Ding Hao to Kunlun, but was turned away."
"Girl Ling, you are the most powerful disciple of Kunlun's generation. I believe you will be able to save Ding Hao."
"Just like Lu Zhixia..." The middle-aged uncle stopped mid-sentence and said: "Even if I trade my life for Ding Hao, I am willing."
