Chapter 358: Jing'e's Childhood Shadow

"Big Brother, please stand up so I can compare your size." Mu Qi said, holding up a half-woven ice silk shirt.

Xin Ye exclaimed in surprise, "Knit it for me?"

Mu Qi nodded, and taking the opportunity to compare the length of him, she tiptoed closer and suddenly kissed him on the cheek.

At that moment, Xin Ye's heart skipped a beat, and then it suddenly started beating up and down and couldn't stop.

He looked at Mu Qi, his lips parted, but he was so nervous that his mind went blank.

Mu Qi smiled at him and mouthed silently: "Big Brother, it's a pleasure working with you."

The moment he saw clearly, Xin Ye's eyes darkened. It turned out that he only wanted to get his master. He felt a little disappointed, but quickly comforted himself.

This was already better than he had expected. It was not so easy to win the favor of his junior sister.

Maybe she doesn't have any romantic feelings for her master.

When Mu Qi was kissing her senior brother, her small body was completely covered by Xin Ye, and Jing E, who was immersed in reading the travel notes, never thought that these two unfilial disciples dared to do something under his nose, and he didn't pay any attention at all.

She quickly finished weaving it for Xin Ye, and put it on directly by pinching the hand gesture. It fit perfectly and was worn inside the robes, both top and bottom.

Mu Qi turned to his master and came in front of him with the ice silk.

Xin Ye looked at her figure, afraid that he would become jealous, so he turned his back and stopped looking.

"Master, your disciple has come to pay his respects to you." Mu Qi pulled the ice silk towards Jing E.

Jing'e opened his hands and motioned for her to measure the size, "Come, make two layers for your master, your master is afraid of death."

Mu Qi's mouth twitched, "Master, one layer is enough."

"Okay." Jing'e nodded regretfully.

Mu Qi was still honest. She didn't dare to desecrate her master's body for the time being. She kept a distance when measuring. She planned to see how the senior brother would help her.

It would be best to cultivate a romantic relationship between her and her master first, otherwise she would be afraid to take action.

Not long after, Mu Qi had knitted a pair of tops and bottoms for her master, and they fit him perfectly.

After she knitted one for herself, she calculated the weight of each set of clothes she had just made. Her master, eldest senior brother and her nine men were about the same size, so some money had to be reserved for Mu Xiyi.

She calculated the remaining ice silk again, and finally looked at Mu Lulu a few more times, calculating how long it would take Mu Lulu to make these silks.

Thinking it should be safe, I breathed a sigh of relief. If anyone was missing, they would probably make a fuss with her.

The next day, the three set out again.

There is no specific route this time. They just plan to pass by some dangerous places to try their luck. Wherever they pass by, they will fight monsters there, make contributions to this continent, and also help themselves.

Along the way, the three of them solved all the demons that harmed people, and saved many people intentionally or unintentionally.

Those people wanted to repay him, but Mu Qi only left a message, "If one day we need help fighting the devil, please come and lend us a hand."

Everyone who was rescued agreed.

A month passed, and the three of them saved hundreds of people, all of whom would help them fight against demons in the future.

Another month passed, and Mu Qi still hadn't received the so-called help from Senior Brother. She knew it was because her Master was watching her too closely and she couldn't blame Senior Brother, but she was still anxious.

She secretly took out the jade token she bought on this continent and sent a message to talk to her senior brother.

"Big Brother, why don't you just drug our master, and then drug me too, and you'll take the blame when things get out of hand."

When Xin Ye saw the news, his eyes went blank for a moment. It was so obvious that his legs would be broken, right?

Xin Ye: "Don't worry, little apprentice sister. There will be a chance soon."

That day, the three of them passed by Nanxi City. It was already dark, and Xin Ye suggested going inside to have a good meal. He gave Mu Qi a look.

Mu Qi received it and immediately agreed: "Master, I haven't tasted the food of this continent yet, let's go and try it."

Jing'e nodded: "Okay."

As they walked, they passed by a restaurant where people were telling stories. Xin Ye was full of curiosity and said, "Why don't we eat and listen to some good stories being told here?"

Jing'e nodded: "Okay."

After the three of them sat down on the second floor near the railing, Xin Ye went out under the pretext of buying a bottle of wine.

Mu Qi was confused and could only wait and see.

At this moment, off the stage, the storyteller had just finished telling a story and walked outside for a while. When he came back, the candlelight was a little dim, and he began to tell another story.

Jing'e turned his head and looked down with great interest. He loved listening to stories the most.

The old storyteller held the book in his hand and read it while talking. "The story I'm going to tell you today is very novel. I'm sure you will like it. The story is called 'Someone's Coming to the House'..."

At this time, Xin Ye brought back a bottle of wine and put it on the table.

Mu Qi frowned. Force her to drink? This trick has been used to death, of course it was her men who used it to death on her.

Especially Nan Que, who always liked to get her drinking, and he was most excited when looking at her when she was half drunk.

But she didn't remember that the master had a low alcohol tolerance, so he couldn't get her drunk, right? She would definitely get drunk first.

Xin Ye didn't look at her. He looked innocent and leaned forward to listen to the story along with his master.

Mu Qi looked at the two people opposite him, helplessly he could only lean forward and listen to the book.

The storyteller was saying at this time: "Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the room, and Huang Zheng felt something cold sticking to him in his sleep. He opened his eyes uncomfortably, looked up and left and right, but there was nothing, and his back felt inexplicably cold..."

Mu Qi suddenly looked at his master. He felt that his master's expression was a little strange at the moment. He seemed to be holding the railing with some force.

"'Ah! What is that? Get out of here!' Huang Zheng screamed and smashed around with a stool..." The storyteller imitated the sound of a terrified person very well, and the light on the stage was very dim, which immediately brought people into that terrifying atmosphere.

Mu Qi couldn't help but look at her Master again. She was not mistaken. Her Master seemed very scared.

The eldest senior brother didn't seem to notice. He was standing next to the master, and every time he accidentally raised his hand, the master would tremble a few times.

Looking more closely, Master kept swallowing his saliva, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and his lips were a little pale.

Mu Qi found it incredible. No way, how could the master be afraid of listening to horror stories? ?

He is the arrogant Jing'e Immortal Venerable who has lived for 900 years!

Even if a real ghost comes, he can easily slap it away!

At this time, Xin Ye sent a message: "Master has a childhood shadow, this opportunity is rare, seize it tonight."

Mu Qi: "...How mean."

Xin Ye: “…”

I don't know what the storyteller said, but Jing'e suddenly shuddered, closed his eyes subconsciously, then opened them immediately and moved his butt close to the railing.

Mu Qi saw that the senior brother was trying to hold back his laughter, and she didn’t know what to say.

After the storyteller finished telling the story, Jing'e was in a trance and went back to sleep without eating much.

Xin Ye took him to stay in the inn.

When paying, Jing'e pulled his eldest disciple's sleeve and said, "Good disciple, you sleep with me tonight."

Xin Ye immediately shook his head, "No, Master, I need to practice well."

Jing'e looked determined, "Then practice on my bed!"

Finally, the three of them went to a room. Jing'e dragged his two disciples and squeezed in between the two of them. He didn't even dare to close his eyes. He held their arms on the left and right, looking back from time to time, looking scared to death.

(Do you feel that the writing in recent days has a bit of a collapse of Muqi's character? Do you agree if I stop for a few days to revise the article? About five days, at most seven days)