Zhao Cheng had already brought his bamboo pole to the backyard.
After looking around, there was no trace of the master.
Maybe it hasn't gotten up yet, right? Then I'll wait.
One hour later...
Zhao Cheng's legs were sore and his feet were sore. He had to go back to the house and move the bench back, hold the bamboo pole, and sit with his chin waiting for class to start.
Two hours later...
"Let's have dinner-!!!"
The eldest brother shouted loudly in the backyard.
Zhao Cheng frowned, put away the bench and bamboo pole, and ran to the kitchen to serve the dishes.
"Master, has your master gone out?" Zhao Cheng asked while holding the dishes.
Feng Chen touched his chin, thought for a while, and replied, "She hasn't gone out, she is busy "starting"."
"Beginner? Has the master learned new skills?" Zhao Cheng looked confused.
"Puff~!" Feng Chen couldn't help but laugh and touched Zhao Cheng's head, and said with a wicked smile: "You will understand when you grow up! Don't worry!"
After hearing this, Zhao Cheng felt that he might as well not ask, and he was even more confused after asking.
The food was served and everyone took their seats.
"Where is Xue Kui?"
Although Xue Kui is not in a position to deal with it and loves to cause trouble, Master Qin still looks concerned. Who is the disciple he raised? He is like his own child?
"What about this! Master!" Xue Kui walked out of the room, smiling with a forced smile on her face, and striding towards the dining table.
"It's the master who loves me the most!" Xue Kui smiled, pulled a chair, and sat next to her.
Feng Chen looked at Xue Kui's face and asked with a wicked smile: "Hey? Junior sister? What's wrong with your eyes? You... Is someone beat me? Who did it? Say! Senior brother will help you revenge!!"
"Eat your meal! There are so many scattered words!" The old man gave Feng Chen a blank look, scolded him, then turned his head and smiled and said to Xue Kui, "There are boiled eggs in the kitchen. I just cooked them in the morning. I'll get them later.
several."
Xue Kui smiled awkwardly at the head of the sect, then raised one hand to cover her eyebrows and eyes, and picked up food with the other hand to eat.
"Master...why don't I go and call them...I'm afraid that if this continues...it may cause death..." Feng Chen smiled enough, then he leaned into the old man's ear with a serious look on his face and muttered softly.
.
The old man nodded, glanced at Xue Kui next to him, turned his head and whispered to Feng Chen: "When your junior sister leaves the table, you can call me, now..."
"I heard it all, it's okay, I'll eat quickly!" Xue Kui smiled and interrupted, then started eating faster.
The old man and Feng Chen smiled awkwardly, returned to their respective positions and continued to eat.
Xue Kui swallowed it whole, and finished a bowl of rice in just a few seconds. She wiped her mouth with her hands, and bulged her cheeks and said, "I'm full, please use it slowly."
After saying that, he turned around and ran to the kitchen, and returned to the room with two eggs in his arms.
Feng Chen looked up at her from beginning to end, until she closed the door tightly, then turned her head and said in a low voice: "Snow Kui is a little wrong... She didn't even complain today!?"
Master Qin sighed... Without saying a word, he continued to eat with a bowl in his arms.
"As a person... he will always grow up... eat your meal! You are just talking too much today!" The old man said slowly, turned his head and said to Zhao Cheng again: "Good disciple, go and call your master for dinner, go the most
suitable."
Wang Li and Zhou Zeng nodded wildly on the side.
If they were asked to go, they would probably have another beating.
Zhao Cheng blinked, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand with a confused look on his face, turned around and walked outside Yan Bing's door.
“Master——Master———”
Zhao Cheng shouted, and saw that no one responded, so he leaned in front of the door again. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard Yan Bing's voice coming from the room.
"You eat first! We'll go out later!"
both??
Could it be that Sister Lingyue has not come out since yesterday!?
At this time, Zhao Cheng suddenly realized what the so-called "entry" meant by Master. He quickly said "Oh" and ran back to the dining table with a blushing face. He held the bowls and chopsticks, and his heart was still beating around.
The conversation between them was naturally heard by everyone on the table, and the old man cleared his throat and said to everyone in a deep voice: "Young people are thin-skinned, everyone... eat quickly... and finish eating.
They both flew."
Yan Bing and Ling Yue in the room were wearing clothes with red faces. For a whole day, they had never left the house except for going out, which was indeed a bit too much...
"Oh... Qi Hua... Then... what to do with this bed sheet..." Ling Yue pointed at the two broken blood stains on the bed with a blushing face... and said hesitantly.
"Ah...this..." Yan Bing smiled wickedly and looked at Ling Yue and said, "How about you tell me to find a carpenter and frame it and hang it on the wall!"
Ling Yue instantly stretched her face and pointed at Yan Bing and said, "You dare to hang up! I dare to beat you to death!"
"Just! Joke!" Yan Bing hurriedly smiled and hugged her, leaned in Lingyue's ear, and said softly: "But I really can't bear to throw it away... Can I hide it in the cabinet?"
Ling Yue nodded with a red face as she heard Yan Bing’s thumping heartbeat.
After the two of them silently packed up their beds, changed into new sheets, and had neat clothes, they sat in front of the bronze mirror and gave each other a pair of heads.
After a burst of laughter and fighting, Ling Yue's hairstyle was perfect.
On the other hand, Yan Bing's hairstyle is hard to describe...
"My wife's craftsmanship... needs to be improved..." Yan Bing looked at her confused "chicken coop" in the mirror, smiling and complaining.
"What are you calling me?" A red tide appeared on Ling Yue's face.
Yan Bing turned around and shouted at Lingyue with a smirk, "Madam"
Ling Yue responded shyly: "Then why am I not my husband, you are my wife?"
"Because I... are older than you!" Yan Bing pondered for a moment and found a good excuse.
"But my martial arts skills are higher than you!" Ling Yue put his hands on his hips, thrust his little nose, and said proudly.
"Well..." Yan Bing touched his chin, then his eyes lit up. He raised his hand and pointed Ling Yue's little nose and said, "But I make money to support my family!"
Ling Yue frowned and said unconvincedly: "But you can't beat me!"
"Uh..." Yan Bing was speechless when he heard this.
"Wouldn't that be good?" Yan Bing knocked on his chin, thought of a compromise, and hugged Ling Yue's slender waist and said, "I will change it every day. Today I will be my husband first, and tomorrow I will change you."
Ling Yue smiled slightly and replied with only two words: "I'll first!"
…………
OK...Who made me unable to beat you!
"Okay! Then you first!" Yan Bing said as he pressed Ling Yue's shoulder, turned her around, and pushed her to the door. When he saw Ling Yue pulling the door open a crack, he quickly said: "Madam,"
Open the door for your husband.”
Ling Yue's face immediately turned black, and she closed the door with a bang. She turned around and pushed Yan Bing back to the bed, pressed her shoulder, and said, "I think you just need to clean up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed him...
Yan Bing didn't know whether to cry or laugh...
This door... I'm afraid I can't get out again for a while...