Chapter 250 The Blind Martial Uncle Was Made to Cry by His Black-Hearted Nephew (28)

Originally, Feng Ciye was prepared to return to the Sword Sect with those two annoying people, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better.

See, it's his future wife who dotes on him.

Feng Ciye's smile was somewhat silly, and anyone with eyes could see that he was in a good mood.

Without any outside interference, the two strolled hand in hand through the streets of the market, just like any other ordinary couple in the mortal world.

The two strolled around until late at night, reluctantly returning to the Sword Sect only after the sun had set.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to Yaoyue Peak, I saw Yu Nian squatting listlessly by Yu Sheng's door, looking like mushrooms were growing.

Hearing footsteps, Yu Nian suddenly looked up and saw Yu Sheng chatting and laughing with Feng Ciye, their hands clasped together.

However, he has always been oblivious to things, and even if he saw the two holding hands, he would only assume that his senior brother Feng was forced to do so to prevent his master from falling.

But when he thought about how he returned from practicing swordsmanship and found that there was no one on Yaoyue Peak, and that the senior brothers and sisters in front of the mountain gate had said that they had seen their master take Senior Brother Feng, Junior Sister Huang and a dog out.

This made him feel a little upset.

Master doesn't take him with him when he goes out anymore; he's not even as good as a dog.

To some extent, Yu Nian's feelings were in sync with Feng Ciye's earlier feelings.

"Master..."

Yu Sheng heard Yu Nian's voice and then realized that she seemed to have forgotten something.

He took everyone out of Yaoyue Peak, both human and non-human, but forgot about his little apprentice.

Will the child be angry?

After thinking for a moment, Yu Sheng took a candied hawthorn from Feng Ciye's storage bag and coaxed Yu Nian like a child.

“Ah Nian, I forgot to ask you when I went out with your senior brothers and sisters. But this is for you. I remember you loved eating this when you were little.”

Yu Nian was very touched, never expecting that her master would still remember this.

He was just about to take the candied hawthorn from Yu Sheng when he noticed that his senior brother Feng was looking at him with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Senior Brother Feng, would you like to eat some too?"

Feng Ciye turned his head away, his tone stiff and tinged with a hint of defiance, "Who wants to eat that stuff? It's childish food, I wouldn't want to eat it! Laughable, what's so good about that stuff?"

Yu Nian blushed slightly, then defended herself, "Senior brother, even if it's food for children, I like it too. Everyone has different preferences."

“When Master picked me up from the mountains, I kept crying and making a fuss. Master used this to coax me to be happy. I didn’t expect that after so many years, Master really hasn’t changed at all.”

Yu Nian was very happy. She took a bite and crushed the maltose coating on the hawthorn, making a crisp sound.

He squinted his eyes contentedly.

My previous depressed mood vanished instantly.

Listening to Yu Nian eating and hearing his boastful words, Feng Ciye really wanted to rush up and beat him up.

His candied hawthorns!

Sheng Sheng bought it for him!

Even though he doesn't like to eat it, it's still his food!

He ate it, and then he showed it off. What, was he showing off how good Sheng Sheng was to him?

Feng Ciye was frantically chirping Yu Nian in his heart.

Sheng Sheng is the best to me. You? Go away and find somewhere cool to stay.

Just now, Sheng Sheng and I went shopping together alone. She bought me a bunch of little trinkets, and we even slept in the same bed last night.

Do you have that? Do you? You don't get that treatment, do you?

Moreover, I will soon become Sheng Sheng's legal Daoist partner, and will be your master's wife. You audacious disciple, how dare you speak to your master's wife like that?!

Hmph, you little brat, you're all excited about a candied hawthorn, how pathetic.

Forget it, as her future master's wife, she decided not to stoop to the level of this rebellious disciple.

Feng Ciye not only frantically imagined crickets in his mind, but also frantically brainwashed himself, finally successfully turning himself into the ultimate love-obsessed person.

Meanwhile, listening to the chaotic sounds coming from Feng Ciye's side, 888 forcibly severed her connection with Feng Ciye with a blank expression.

Aaaaaaaahh ...

He's so noisy!

I really want to seal away the night in the dark.

Feng Ciye stared intently at the candied hawthorn that Yu Nian had finished eating, silently adding another sentence in his mind.

Consider it a reward from your master's wife.

"Master, I have been practicing the sword technique you taught me these past few days, but I still can't get the hang of it..." Yu Nian said, looking a little embarrassed.

It seems he was still too foolish.

Feng Ciye nodded in agreement.

That's ridiculously stupid.

I really don't know why Sheng Sheng took him as her disciple in the first place. He's as stupid as a pig, and his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Golden Core. He's really a disgrace to Yaoyue Peak.

Ever since taking on the identity of Yu Nian as "Master's wife," Feng Ciye finds everything about Yu Nian displeasing.

"Alright, you practice for your master... let me see, and I'll help Sheng... Uncle-Master correct it."

Feng Ciye was sweating profusely; he had almost blurted out the words "Master's wife" and "Sheng Sheng." What a close call!

"Hmm? Senior Brother Feng, you...?" Yu Nian's expression was serious and earnest, her face full of distrust.

"What, you don't want to? Look at your uncle's body and eyes, can he correct you? Besides, I've already grasped the key points. Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, then continue to comprehend it yourself."

Feng Ciye wasn't lying to him after all.

He really does.

After all, he was extremely familiar with that sword technique from his previous life. When he took revenge on that person, he even used that sword technique, which was famous in the cultivation world, to kill him.

He had long since thoroughly grasped the essence of every move and stance in swordsmanship.

It is more than enough to guide a metaphorical concept.

Originally, he didn't want to get involved in this matter, but since he couldn't, Yu Nian would trouble his Sheng Sheng, and he naturally couldn't bear to see his Sheng Sheng working so hard.

Moreover, Feng Ciye thought that since he was Yu Nian's future master's wife, it was only reasonable for his future master's wife to guide her Daoist partner's foolish disciple, wasn't it?

Seeing his confident demeanor, Yu Nian felt a little more trust in him.

He turned to his master and asked for Yu Sheng's opinion, "Master, can Senior Brother Feng teach me?"

Yu Sheng nodded, trusting Feng Ciye completely. "A-Ye is doing well; he can give you some pointers."

Having received his master's approval, Yu Nian drew his sword and meticulously repeated the sword techniques that Yu Sheng had taught him.

At a glance, Feng Ciye saw the problem.

"No, are your hands made of mud? They look so soft and squishy. And your sword, is it a tortoise sword? It's so slow, before you can even make a move, the enemy will have already slit your throat."

"Moreover, swordsmanship must be used flexibly, not just rigidly repeating other people's movements, and your sword should have form but not intention."