Chapter 108 My apprentice? That must be fake!
It was a winter day, just after a light rain, and a horse-drawn carriage left deep ruts in the muddy ground.
The driver was a middle-aged man who looked like a dark-skinned farmer from the countryside, except that he was slightly taller than an ordinary person.
He had a thick stubble, probably a beard, but he didn't grow it.
What is more striking is that he has a pair of squinting eyes on his dark, rough face.
If Lu Xun saw it, he would definitely pay special attention to it. He has watched a lot of animation, and in his impression, people with squinty eyes are monsters!
The dark-skinned man seemed to have seen something. He suddenly stopped the carriage, jumped down, and said, "Hey, this wild vegetable is good. I can make soup for you later and let him taste the new dish I have researched."
Although his cooking skills are unanimously disliked by everyone, and he likes to develop some new dishes that make people speechless, he is always passionate about cooking and feels that he can become a world-class chef one day.
So, along the way, whenever he saw some good ingredients, he would always stop.
Inside the carriage, a middle-aged scholar in an old white shirt sighed. He leaned against the window, looked outside, and then used his spiritual power to block his sense of taste.
The dark-skinned man stopped the carriage on the side of the road, took out a complete set of kitchen utensils and tableware from his storage ring, and started doing what made him happiest.
Soon, he cooked a pot of green and thick vegetable soup.
He took a bite himself, and his face turned even darker.
After tasting it, he tasted it and felt that he didn't taste anything. Then he tasted it carefully again and felt that he tasted the fragrance of nature.
"Not bad, at least it's an improvement over before. It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, what matters most to sir is the thoughtfulness." He said in his heart .
He stood outside the carriage with soup and rice in his hand and said, "Sir, it's time to eat."
"Bring it in." said the middle-aged scholar who was already prepared.
But when he saw the appearance of the soup, he immediately felt that his preparation was still not adequate.
"Forget it, the thought is what matters most."
The dark-skinned man was right. The gentleman was just that kind of person. He paid more attention to the thought. As long as everyone remembered him and thought about him in everything, he would feel happy.
"Third brother, how far are we from the Demon Sect?" asked the teacher.
The dark-skinned man, Zhuge Laifu, replied: "If we continue to travel like this, it will probably take another seven days."
"It will take another seven days. That's a bit too slow." The gentleman thought for a moment, then glanced at the sticky soup in his hand and said, "Let's fly back."
"Okay." Zhuge Laifu nodded and said, "It's been several months, and I haven't seen my junior brother yet."
The gentleman, on the other hand, had a nonchalant expression on his face.
After dinner, Zhuge Lai Fu listened to his master and released the horse.
The magical thing is that the horse still refuses to leave and seems to be quite spiritual.
"Let's go, let's find a place to practice well." Zhuge Lai Fu waved at it again.
This time, the big black horse knew that it was useless to insist, so he didn't dare to act like a spoiled child. He lowered his horse's head, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times as if performing a great ceremony, and then stood up and ran towards the forest.
The carriage without horses looked a bit strange. Zhuge Laifu sat on it and muttered: "Go!"
Then, he waved his rough hand in the air, and the entire carriage floated up. It then flew higher and higher, faster and faster, until it turned into a black light and disappeared.
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The master returned to the sect, but this news did not cause much waves in the Demon Sect.
For the disciples of the Demon Sect, the whereabouts of the Master were not something they could understand. When the Master was in the back mountain and when he was not, the disciples of the Demon Sect had no idea at all.
Including Shen Yan and others did not know at first that the master had returned to the sect. They just sensed the aura of Third Uncle Zhuge Laifu, so they guessed that the master had returned and hurriedly got up to greet him.
Shen Yan and the four peak masters stood in a row, saluted to the carriage floating in the air and said, "Welcome back to the sect, sir!"
After he finished speaking, he did not forget to bow to Zhuge Laifu and said, "Greetings, Third Uncle."
Zhuge Laifu nodded with a smile, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a hand with a slightly raised orchid finger. The gentleman poked his head out of the carriage and waved his hand casually saying:
"I've told you so many times, stop it , just go back and do your own things."
He did not ask questions like "Is the Demon Sect still stable these days?" The gentleman was not concerned about this. To be exact, there were not many things that were worth his concern.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yan and others smiled at each other, and hurriedly made way for the gentleman, allowing the carriage to continue to drift towards the back mountain.
In the small study room at the back of the mountain, Mao Nanbei was lying on her big rattan chair basking in the winter sun. Suddenly, her cat ears moved slightly, and she sat up in surprise from the rattan chair, startling the little mute beside her.
Mao Nanbei turned his head and looked inside the house: "Lu Xun! Come out quickly!"
Lu Xun ran out a little confused and asked, "What's wrong, Fourth Senior Sister? You're so startled."
"I sense the breath of Third Senior Brother. He should be back." After Mao Nanbei said this, he stretched out his little hands, grabbed Lu Xun with one hand and Lin Chan with the other, and flew towards the bamboo forest.
In the bamboo forest, Second Senior Sister was still sitting high on the boulder, but it was obvious that she was waiting for something.
"Sir, are you back so soon?" Lu Xun was slightly surprised.
He raised his hand and straightened his robe, wanting to leave a better first impression on the gentleman.
Of course, with his natural charm, Lu Xun was very confident and felt that there was no reason for him to leave a bad first impression on others.
A simple black carriage landed in the bamboo forest, and the dark-skinned man driving it jumped off the carriage.
He glanced at Lu Xun and was stunned for a moment.
Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing an old white shirt walked out of the carriage.
He was not tall, shorter than Lu Xun. His temperament was not as outstanding as Lu Xun's, and he looked a bit like a poor and downtrodden scholar who failed to pass the imperial examination.
Moreover, Lu Xun clearly saw his raised orchid finger and the small steps he took when he walked... It was a bit gay.
The most important thing is that all the people in the Demon Sect wore black robes, and the female disciples also wore black shirts or black skirts. Only he wore white clothes.
To be honest, Lu Xun felt that the gentleman was full of arrogance...
While he was looking at the gentleman, the gentleman was also looking at him.
The gentleman only glanced at him, and couldn't help but frowned slightly, and uttered:
"Um?"
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