It’s Not Easy Being a Master Chapter 89: The beautiful lady has passed away

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In the Yunxiao Pavilion, Jiu Mei tremblingly controlled his footsteps, trying his best to endure anything, picking up a pot of wine and walking to Gong Ningchu. Looking closely, you can see that Jiu Mei is just a little light on the toes and delicate body. shake. After successfully putting the wine on Gong Ningchu's table, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Gong Ningchu smiled at the corner of his mouth and said: "Bring the sword for the teacher again."

"But..." Jiu Mei hesitated, since the last time she took off the garment that had been worn for hundreds of years, she was as light as a feather, as if she could be blown. stand up. You can leap easily with a light toe, but you should hit the dome more than once.

Gong Ningchu rolled his eyes, and looked at Jiu Mei with his palm on one side. He smiled and asked without a smile: "Rabbit, you are about to go down the mountain in half a year to practice. It's hard for you to do this. State? Don’t blame the teacher for not telling you that the people who descended this time are your fourteen disciples who went up the mountain on the same day. Don’t be ashamed of being a teacher at that time."

"Really!" Jiu Mei was overjoyed and jumped with joy. The next moment, a cry of Jiu Mei's pain accompanied by a muffled sound came from the top of the dome.

"Oh, my disciples are really getting useless. Tsk tsk, it was good before, but now he can't even walk. Sad and sad!" Gong Ningchu said and took it with him. The accent of singing.

"Master!" Jiu Mei covered her head with tears, but she became angry when she heard the master still laughing at herself.

Gong Ningchu laughed and looked at Jiu Mei jokingly and said, "Don’t laugh as a teacher, let’s not laugh!" Suddenly seeing Jiu Mei barely tied her long hair behind her, she asked: "Your hair is so long, why didn't you cut it?"

"I can't reach it!" Jiu Mei Zaba said with eyes flashing, but there was a hint of sly, "Master cut my hair, good!"

"I'll cut it for you for your teacher? Don't cry if you cut it." Gong Ningchu opened the folding fan, and although it was full of leisure, it seemed to agree.

Seeing the rabbit smiling like a flower, the tears from the previous pain are still on Qiao's face. Gong Ningchu couldn't help but smile, and said: "Come here."

Jiumei Yiyan sat down, but in the mirror, she could only see the master in a red dress that never left her body. When the folding fan was opened, a section of his hair was shaved off, leaving only the waist.

Gong Ning roughly turned his wrist with a folding fan, and the red hair dissipated into a smear of red smoke. I don’t know how long it took Gong Ningchu to pat the rabbit who had already gone to sleep in front of him, and smiled: "You are still asleep, you have been shaved into a small bald head for the teacher, let’s see if it’s pretty."

"Ah!!!" Jiu Mei's scream was earth-shattering, she was slightly stunned when she looked in the mirror, turned her head and glanced at the master with a vengeful look, and then she touched her tied long hair with confidence, and smiled. , Rubbing against the master said: "Master, your hands are so clever!"

"I'm your omnipotent master!" Gong Ningchu's folding fan slapped Jiu Mei's head fiercely.

Time is slowly passing by.

Climbed up to the top of the pavilion to take the sword, climbed down the Lingquan to catch the fish, and the disciples who accidentally ran into the wine charm were all taken aback. Gradually, the people of the Eight Immortals Peak spread a mysterious little sister who was shocked by the heavens. I have never seen it before. I heard that she was extremely shy, and if someone wanted to help, she would rush away; I heard that there was a cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye, as beautiful as a stunner in the sky, she was a fairy who fell on the Eight Immortals Peak; I heard that the cold beauty Linghu Jiao'er couldn't compare with her at all, but there were very few disciples who had seen her, even, I don't know if there is such a person. However, because of this, there are many more disciples under the Yunxiao Pavilion ‘with great concentration in cultivation’.

In the future, Jiu Mei became more and more confident. Although she was still a little shy, she was not much better than not speaking or speaking out with amazing temperament than a hundred years ago.

After six months.

"Master!"

A smiling voice sounded from behind, Gong Ningchu turned around with his hand, but saw nothing. After a pause with his left hand, the paper fan in his hand was split immediately, but he heard a giggle. The blazing fire was from top to bottom, covering Gong Ningchu like a cage of flames.

Gong Ningchu sighed slightly, and the figure disappeared faintly. The next moment, the flame cage turned towards an open space as if it was being held by something.

"Mom!" The space trembled slightly. In the next second, an eighteen-year-old girl rushed out with wind on the soles of her feet. After speeding on the wall like a flat ground, she accidentally slammed into it. In a embrace.

Jiumei held her nose and looked at Gong Ningchu, who was smiling and not smiling in front of him, and knelt down with a puffed face: "Tui'er has seen Master."

Gong Ning first made a move, and the swirling paper fan returned to his hand. He lowered his head and looked at the bulging rabbit. The old **** was there and said: "Why, I feel that I am amazing, so I want to compete with the master, and then Did you accept another disciple?"

"No..." Jiu Mei was wronged, she just wanted to joke with Master, why is Master so serious.

"So, I feel that I can't learn art at home, so I want to teach a lesson for my teacher?" Gong Ningchu slowly squatted down, picked up the paper fan and patted Jiu Mei's face.

Jiumei blushed, just about to open her mouth to breathe fire, but she was slapped on her chin by a paper fan. She swallowed alive and choked to death. His tears only whirled and said with a slight anger: "Master, you are a master. Big bad guy!"

Gong Ningchu laughed loudly: "Bunny rabbit, I have to say you are really..." His face suddenly changed, and suddenly he remembered something. A cloud of clouds covered his face, and the eyes that looked at Jiu Mei became a little more complicated.

After being stared at by Gong Ningchu for a long time, Jiu Mei, who looked straight at him, asked with a little fear: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

The warm hand gently touched Jiu Mei's cheek, Gong Ningchu's eyes were indescribably complicated and gentle. With a sad smile, he said: "It's okay, Master is drunk, don't look for me if it's okay." After that, he walked to his room without looking back, the sadness in his eyes made Jiu Mei flustered.

"Master..." Jiu Mei looked at Gong Ningchu's leaving back, and her heart suddenly hurt.

Gong Ningchu raised his head and took a swig of wine, and turned around and said, "Rabbit, tomorrow is your day to go down the mountain. You don't need to greet me in the morning, just go to the hall to gather." After that, the figure slowly Fading away, it just disappeared in Jiu Mei's vision.

Why is the master panicking? Did I say something wrong? Jiu Mei stood there in a daze, and walked to the edge of Yunxiao Pavilion, overlooking the vastness of the Eight Immortals Peak. Kneeling and sitting down with the knees as the platform, the quaint Fu Xiqin quietly appeared on the knees, her wrists turned slightly, and the doubts in her heart poured down with the sound of the piano, speaking to the sky and the earth.

Gong Ningchu swayed back to the bed, stretched out his hand to pat, and the wall in front of him automatically turned in a circle, revealing the other side of the wall. On this side, there was nothing, except for a picture scroll hung in the center. The picture was a girl in red with a sad face and was hugged by a cynical boy, with a piece of cake in her small mouth. Aggrieved and cute.

"Want to kill me, you are a little bit too close! Say, what is your name, and let you go if you say it!"

The girl couldn't move in Gong Ningchu's arms. She just wanted to open her mouth to breathe fire, but was stuffed with a snack, grabbing half to death. Tears only whirled around: "Huo'er, my name is Huo'er! Let go of me!"

"Blood Dream Dance, Blood Dream Dance, I have to say you are so cute!"

It was the scene that came to my heart again. Gong Ningchu silently raised his head and poured the wine, but he couldn't taste the wine. The more he drank, the bitter the wine made Gong Ningchu annoyed and thrown it fiercely. Two lines of tears flowed from the red eyes.