Yan Huailiu's restless heart calmed down instantly.

Maybe it was because the handkerchief was warm enough, or maybe it was because the person in front of him didn't have any aura that made him uncomfortable.

Little Lightning crawled out from the quilt next to him, and his baby voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The hint of gentleness in Gu Xingyun's eyes retreated, and he stared at the little thing coldly, waiting for Yan Huailiu to say something and throw it away.

But this little thing was really well-behaved. After just one bark, it started rubbing its head against Yan Huailiu.

Gu Xingyun watched helplessly as the hot towel he had carefully prepared was used to wipe the little thing's face, and had to turn around in frustration to get a new one.

Yan Huailiu yawned: "Have you asked? Whose is this?"

Gu Xingyun presented the handkerchief: "Master, I've checked and no one has claimed it. It must be a stray cat that accidentally ran in."

He even emphasized the last three words. Unexpectedly, Yan Huailiu immediately picked up the little thing and kissed it on the forehead: "That's great, Lightning, I will be your only master from now on."

Gu Xingyun almost bit his back teeth to pieces.

I often look at this and that, but I can't figure out what's going on.

After waiting for a long time for Yan Huailiu to finish cleaning up, he called all his disciples in.

Perhaps because he had been taught a lesson, Yu Ziheng was unusually well-behaved at the moment.

Ling Xinghua spoke seriously about today's arrangements, and at the end he did not forget to ask Yan Huailiu for his opinion: "Master, should we only open the first and second floors of the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion? There are so many guests, so we probably need to enter in batches..."

Yan Huailiu gave a simple description of this paragraph.

The original body was too stingy to lend anything out and only opened the first and second floors of the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion, which contained the most basic cultivation techniques. Not to mention that the sect leaders had no use for them, even any of the disciples who followed him would look down on those things.

For this reason, the Yuxu Sect was often criticized, and every time a banquet was held in the world of immortal cultivation, Yan Huailiu would be pulled out and criticized.

The apprentices who were responsible for receiving guests were also scolded a lot.

It was at this time that the signs of his darkening began to deepen, right?

Yan Huailiu shuddered at the thought of his former self's disliked fate, and immediately waved his hand: "Open the Thousand Scripture Pavilion to the full extent, and send a few more disciples to guard it. Borrowings must be registered. Oh, and the second and third floors of the Canghai Pavilion are also open. You guys go guard there and keep an eye on the things."

Yan Huailiu raised his head and let Gu Xingyun dress him, giving him instructions slowly.

"Tell them in advance that there's a barrier on the third floor of Canghai Pavilion. Those below the Jindan stage should not force their way in, lest they get hurt. Jingming, you go guard the entrance to the second floor. Bring some medicine, as there are always a few disobedient troublemakers."

Chang Sui responded obediently, then blushed and said, "Master, how much medicine should I bring? I don't think I have enough."

Not only is it not enough, there is nothing that can be used immediately.

Yan Huailiu waved away Gu Xingyun's hand, casually tied the last belt around his waist, and then called Chang Sui: "Come here."

Chang Sui first glanced at Gu Xingyun, then quickly ran forward.

Yan Huailiu activated his spiritual energy and twisted the vase on the corner of the table. A secret door suddenly appeared on the originally flat wall, and a strong medicinal fragrance emanated.

"Pick it yourself. Take as much as you need. Here, this space bag is for you."

He took out an orchid-embroidered bag from the drawer and threw it to Chang Sui in a very casual manner.

Overwhelmed by the surprise, Chang Sui was speechless. He even secretly pinched his leg until it hurt so much that tears came out. Only then did he dare to believe it was true.

"Master, Master...is this okay?"

Chang Sui asked tremblingly.

Yan Huailiu nodded: "Of course, I don't need that bag anyway. Don't you go to collect herbs often? This is more convenient."

Chang Sui raised his sleeve and wiped his face, his voice filled with tears: "Thank you, thank you Master."

Gu Xingyun, who was standing aside, stared at Chang Sui's back and for the first time in his life, he began to dislike his junior fellow apprentice.

Yan Huailiu was stunned.

No way?

Why is he crying?

Did I say something wrong?

You're not touched, are you?

Isn't this little disciple too easily moved?

He spent the night last night thinking about the various secret rooms mentioned in unofficial history, one of which happened to be his room. He finally figured it out and hoped to show off in front of his apprentice.

Tsk, little brat, just crying.

I don't know how to praise him, but he took Little Lightning around this secret room several times in the middle of the night last night.

It seems that the original body didn't even notice that there were these things in his room until he died?

"Let me think... Xingyun, why don't you just take the people from Xuanyue Palace to the third floor of Canghai Pavilion? It can be considered as some compensation for them. Tell the Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace that if he wants, he can copy one of the secret techniques and take it away. You can register it then."

Yan Huailiu calmed down and continued to give orders.

Gu Xingyun waited for a while, but Yan Huailiu didn't give him anything.

She looked at him with some disappointment: "Master, my cultivation level... cannot reach the third level."

"Oh, I forgot about that."

Yan Huailiu was instantly embarrassed: "Then just send them to the entrance, Xinghua."

He leaned forward to look for another disciple. Ling Xinghua heard the voice and hurried over: "Master."

Yan Huailiu handed him a palm-sized iron box from the drawer and said, "You need to work hard today. Go back and forth between Qianjing Pavilion and Canghai Pavilion to see if those people need anything. If you can handle it, do it yourself. If you can't handle it... go find your junior uncle."

Ling Xinghua said in a daze: "Master, what is this?"

"Loquat candy. If your throat feels uncomfortable, eat a piece. And if you can talk less, talk less."

After Yan Huailiu finished his instructions, he looked at Yu Ziheng who was hiding behind Ling Xinghua and looking at him timidly, and couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong? Just follow your second brother well today, and don't be naughty, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, Master will throw me back to Shuijing City? Master doesn't like me anymore?"

Yu Ziheng's tears suddenly came out and she stared at him with a wronged look.

Yan Huailiu squatted down helplessly and rubbed his head with his hand: "No, at most I'll punish you by not allowing you to eat. Don't cry, man, you will be laughed at if you shed tears."

Yu Ziheng cried out and cried even harder. Just when he was about to throw himself into Yan Huailiu's arms, Gu Xingyun grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

Inside the secret room, Chang Sui yelled at the top of his lungs, "Master—"