Jiang Niannian looked at the widow in front of her who was crying and begging for an explanation, and then looked at her own apprentice who was sitting next to her with a nonchalant look on his face. She felt that the cup of Bu Ye Hou that she had just brewed in her hand no longer smelled good.

She held her forehead helplessly and said, "You little devil, what trouble have you caused today that you want me, your teacher, to take the blame for?"

"Immortal, you have to take care of your disciple. We rely on this hen to lay eggs to nourish our child." The widow cried and her voice trembled. She pointed at Yin Buqi and said, "He strangled the chicken to death! I am a woman with no man at home, and I am bullied like this?!"

Seeing that she was really excited, Jiang Niannian sincerely comforted her, "I didn't discipline her strictly enough. How do you want me to make it up to you?"

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Of course you have to pay for it."

"That's easy." Jiang Niannian took out a bag of spirit stones from her sleeve and handed it over: "Do you think these are enough?"

The widow narrowed her eyes, took the bag and weighed it in her palm, then opened it and took a look, groaning, "My Immortal, you don't know that yesterday your disciple stepped on and killed a guard dog of mine. Isn't this a little too little?"

Yin Buqi took a quick look and saw that the bag of spirit stones was enough to buy a whole house. He sneered, "You are greedy for money."

The widow was choked by her and pointed at him for a long time, "You!"

Yin Buqi sat there, propping up his head and looking at Jiang Niannian. His long black hair was tied up with a hairpin, and his jade-embroidered black robe fell on the ground in a circle. He noticed that the widow was looking at him, and he curled his lips and forced a smile, "What about me? If you look at me with those dirty eyes of yours again, I'll pluck your eyeballs out."

The widow was furious and was about to cry again.

"No, don't say anything more!" Jiang Niannian was in a state of confusion. She took out another bag of spirit stones and handed it over. "Is that enough now?"

The moment the widow took out the money, she stopped being nervous and her eyes started to shine. When the spiritual stone was really delivered to her, the light in her eyes could no longer be stopped.

She accepted it happily, quickly put on a smiling face under Yin Buqi's gloomy gaze, and nodded hurriedly.

He turned around and walked away without looking back.

Jiang Niannian looked at Yin Buqi and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Yin Buqi smiled playfully: "Nothing, I just don't like that hen."

Every time he passed by, the widow's chickens and dogs would bark at him, which was very annoying.

"When will you control your temper? All living things have spirits, they are not toys that can be killed casually. Tell me, you..."

Jiang Niannian was still speaking earnestly, but Yin Buqi obviously didn't listen.

He felt bored, so he picked up a strand of her hair with his slender fingers and started playing with it.

There was always a faint fragrance in Master’s hair, soft as smoke and dense as mist, and he liked it very much.

A breeze blew in from the window, blowing Jiang Niannian's hair away from his fingertips. His fingers stroked the hair, feeling as delicate as satin, and his fingertips felt itchy.

He subconsciously picked up a strand of hair and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.

Her lips were deep red, making her skin look extremely pale. Her features were deep and her eyes were slightly red, giving her a strange and decadent look.

The hair around her lips was pulled away, and Jiang Niannian said angrily, "Go out and kneel down. When you realize you are wrong, come back in."

Who would have thought that Yin Buqi would laugh softly as if he had heard something funny, his shoulders shaking, his red eyes revealing excitement: "This is the first time that Master has punished me."

Having said that, he walked outside the house and knelt down.

Jiang Niannian glanced at his departing back and thought, "I'm going to make him suffer a little this time so he'll learn his lesson."

She ignored him and sat on the cushion, forming the lotus seal with her hands, and entered into a state of meditation.

…

When Jiang Niannian came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, it was already the second day.

She had been in meditation for such a long time but had no idea of ​​anything. She just felt something was strange. She had been having restless dreams and feeling uneasy recently. Could it be that something had happened to her clone?

Wait for some time and go back to heaven to have a look.

She took a sip of her tea nervously, which had already cooled.

It seemed like it rained all night last night, and there was no sign of it stopping in the early morning.

The view was hazy with mist and rain, and the sound of raindrops falling on the eaves was like a slow death warrant, with a biting chill.

Wait...where's her apprentice? !

Yin Buqi was still kneeling. After being wet in the rain all night, he showed no sign of getting up.

Jiang Niannian's hand holding the tea froze.

Although Buqi was gifted and advanced rapidly, his foundation was damaged in his childhood, and he was weak and had a cold constitution, which made him particularly susceptible to colds. Whenever he caught a cold, it would take him ten days or half a month to recover.

But he made a mistake.

The rain was getting heavier, like a bucket of water, with strong winds and the sound of ghosts and wolves howling. The raindrops were like pine needles, piercing Yin Buqi's thin shoulders.

She tried to calm down...

Okay, calming down failed.

He was still a teenager, always a little rebellious, and she was too harsh on him after all.

Forget it. There is still a long time to go. If you teach him slowly, he will change.

Jiang Niannian immediately got up and went out in the wind and rain.

The barrier spread around her, and rain fell like pearls, but not a single drop landed on her white skirt and robe.

As soon as he went out, he saw Yin Buqi kneeling in the yard.

His figure was tall and slender, but he didn't even open the barrier and was soaked to the skin.

Jiang Niannian walked over and asked, "Do you know you're wrong?"

The kneeling boy raised his head, and the rain fell along his eyelashes. His devilish face was pale, even his lips were white, and his red eyes were filled with a hazy mist and an unfathomable deathly aura.

Dead air again.

He asked, "Where did you go wrong, disciple?"

"I said so much to you yesterday, but you didn't listen to a word I said." Jiang Niannian formed a barrier above his head. She was really powerless to deal with this disciple. "Forget it, get up."

"Don't, Master." Yin Buqi's expression was somewhat happy and crazy: "Master said that you should get up when you know you are wrong. How come Master has softened his heart before I admit my mistakes?"

"Get up first. It's cold outside." Jiang Niannian thought for a moment and said, "It was my carelessness that made you kneel in the rain all night. Don't be angry with me."

Yin Buqi showed a cruel smile on his face, and said, "How could that be? I remember all your kindness to me, and I want to repay you one by one in the future."

The word "repay" was emphasized very strongly.

He was smiling, but Jiang Niannian could feel the twisted humanity in him. He had a handsome face, but the light in his eyes was often gloomy and cruel, without a trace of warmth.

Jiang Niannian thought she could influence him.

But I didn't expect that three years later, the gloom in his eyes became more and more intense.

With a loud bang, thunder exploded, and heavy rain poured down through the roof tiles and beams.

Jiang Niannian closed her eyes, then opened them again and said softly, "It was my fault."

She turned and walked into the house, sighing, "I shouldn't have accepted you as my disciple."

"Master?"

Yin Buqi seemed not to have expected Jiang Niannian to say that.

The smile on his lips froze.

He suddenly felt a little breathless, his brows furrowed slightly, his face turned pale, and he felt a broken and fragile feeling.

"Master!"

He called again, but Jiang Niannian didn't turn around.

After being caught in the rain all night, he could no longer bear the discomfort in his body.

His throat suddenly ached, and he coughed until he was hoarse, with a large amount of blood flowing down his chin onto the ground.

Yin Buqi looked at the bright red blood on the ground, his vision gradually blurring...