Seeing someone stop in front of the stall, the vendor selling candied haws quickly put on a smile and greeted them warmly.

When he looked up, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman in a white robe, with an ethereal look.

The vendor sighed inwardly, and his enthusiasm and anticipation instantly disappeared. This kind of person must be out of touch with the world and would not buy anything.

Unexpectedly, she picked up one and passed it to the boy next to her.

Listening to the conversation between the two, I found out that they were master and disciple.

The vendor blushed and whispered, "The fairy is so pretty. I'll give you this candied haws for free."

Jiang Niannian refused: "How can this be possible?" Then she handed over a spirit stone.

Yin Buqi, who was standing aside, suddenly changed his expression, rushed forward and kicked over the vendor's stall.

"I won't give up!"

Jiang Niannian exclaimed before she could stop him.

The peddler watched the boy suddenly attack, and it took him a while to react. He angrily shouted, "What are you doing!"

Yin Buqi bit off a piece of candied haws and chewed it with a crunch: "Smash it, can't you see?"

The vendor was so angry that he looked at the dirty candied haws on the ground and cursed: "Are you sick?! I gave you candied haws with good intentions, but you smashed the stall without saying a word. You must be crazy!"

Unexpectedly, Yin was neither disappointed nor annoyed, but smiled and reached out to grab the peddler's neck.

The movements seemed gentle, but they were extremely powerful. The vendor's feet had already slightly left the ground. His face turned purple due to difficulty breathing, and his eyes were full of fear. He was unable to speak.

Yin Buqi's hand was caught by another hand.

He turned his head and looked back, and saw Jiang Niannian's face with a slight anger.

She said, "Don't give up, let go."

Yin Buqi let go of the man as he was told, and he fell to the ground with a thud, wailing non-stop.

"Yin Buqi! What have you done wrong?" Jiang Niannian frowned and wanted to help the peddler, but Yin Buqi stopped her, "Master, let me do it."

He squatted down, seemingly to help, but whispered sinisterly into the peddler's ear: "A mortal like you is worthy of coveting my master?"

"Do you believe me? I'll dig out your eyes?"

There was murderous intent in those red eyes.

The peddler was startled, but then he didn't care about the pain or his stall, he struggled to get up and ran away.

Jiang Niannian sighed, and with her nimble fingertips, she produced a bag of spirit stones from the peddler's waist.

Just think of it as compensation.

"Master!"

His little rascal did some bad things, and she took all the blame. Now he is afraid that she will be angry, so he calls her in a sweet voice.

It is early spring now, the grass and trees are still withering, and the cold air seems to like to drill into Yin Buqi's body.

He was wearing a black robe with gold edges, a high ponytail, a golden hair button, and a belt around his thin waist. His face was pale and his body was thin, but his facial features exuded a thrilling sense of fragility.

But Jiang Niannian knew that he was not fragile, he was stronger than anyone she had ever seen in this world.

She decided to ignore him, turned around and walked towards the inn.

I thought to myself, "I was thinking of giving him a sword, but now it seems I have to wait."

"Hey, Master, wait for me."

"Master, don't be angry. Next time, I will pay more attention and not cause you any trouble."

"Good Master, please forgive me this time."

"Master..."

Yin Buqi followed behind her, calling her while eating candied haws, his voice sounding pitiful.

But Jiang Niannian had already seen through him. She knew that her disciple was just talking and might dare to do it again next time.

I always turn a deaf ear to what she says.

…

At night, Jiang Niannian sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating.

Yin Buqi seemed to have forgotten what happened during the day. He acted coquettishly around her and kept chirping at her: "Master, are you really a god?"

"Master, do you think the wedding dress that the woman I saw on the street today wore is pretty?"

"Master, do you have any requirements for your future husband?"

Jiang Niannian was annoyed by his question and answered perfunctorily, "On rainy days, I run home."

Yin Buqi chuckled and rubbed against her like a puppy: "Master, look at me like this, can I be your husband?"

Jiang Niannian heard his questions getting more and more outrageous, so she opened her eyes, pushed him away, and said, "Now that you have entered the immortal path, you should cultivate your mind and think less about those worldly things that confuse your mind. Do you understand?"

Yin Buqi smiled more intimately, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Vulgar?"

But his eyes were so deep that she felt a little strange.

Jiang Niannian said: "If you have the time to think about these things, you might as well think about the Immortal Alliance Conference tomorrow."

Yin Buqi didn't care at all: "Master, don't worry, they are just a bunch of ordinary people, and they are easy to deal with."

Jiang Niannian didn't say anything, she had to admit that Yin Buqi did have this ability.

His cultivation speed was incredibly fast, not even like that of an ordinary human.

"Well, it's late, go back to your room and rest."

"Okay, Master."

…

The candlelight is bright.

Yin Buqi sat on the bed, heat surging in his body.

"Master..." Yin Buqi growled.

His eyes were quiet, his long hair was loose, his underwear was slightly soaked with sweat, and his strong and muscular figure was revealed.

The black robe that he had worn during the day fell to the ground.

He tilted his head back slightly, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

The dim candlelight flickered in the pupils, burning brightly, yet getting dimmer and dimmer.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped, breathing softly, and looked at the dirt in his hand.

He murmured, "Master, how could he be a vulgar person..."

The corners of his eyes were red from pleasure, and he was as beautiful as a ghost.

He casually performed a dust-clearing spell and cleaned his body.

If only his good master knew the dirty thoughts in his heart.

I don’t know what kind of expression he will show.

Yin Buqi was thinking about her lips and was very excited.

Feeling pain, he fell back onto the soft bed.

"Tanghulu, it's really sweet..."