Chapter 171 Immortal Lord, stop flirting, be careful of your... (Twenty-five)
The crying attracted Xuanji Zhenren: "Saint Lord Suyue, your disciple is crying so loudly and you don't care?"
Yu Huo removed the soundproofing. Huang Shulan's loud voice startled him and he scratched his ear with his pinky finger. "It wasn't me who made her cry, so what can I do about it?"
Although they have been in the same sect for at least a hundred years, these two people, one of them is really aloof and the other is really socially anxious, and they only became familiar with each other in the past two days.
Master Xuanji had never seen anyone as shameless as Yu Huo, and even felt a little admiration for him for some reason.
Despite his naughty and active nature, he was able to endure loneliness and practice diligently, which is truly impressive.
Thinking of this, Master Xuanji's gaze softened a little, but when he glanced around and saw the dry grass in the other person's mouth, he felt unwell.
"What are you eating? What are you eating!!!"
The loud voice instantly drowned out Huang Shulan's crying, and even scared her so much that she didn't dare to cry anymore.
Xuanji Zhenren, who used to be as cold as a statue, now had bloodshot eyes. He bent down to pick up the "remnants" of the dry grass on the ground, and his voice became louder with anger.
Yu Huo glanced at the few remaining medicinal herbs beside him and stuffed another one into his mouth: "I don't know."
This is simply a provocation!
Xuanji Zhenren cried out "Ah!" and rushed forward to snatch back the few herbs from the other party's hand before he could even take a bite. Then he stared at the broken roots and the leaves dripping with juice from being squeezed, crying as if his father had died. "I only cultivated this small herb field in total, and you pulled out most of it for me. You..."
Yu Huo didn't expect that he had only picked up a few blades of grass to eat, but the other party would be so persistent. He was a little confused: "Isn't it just a few blades of grass from your side of the road? Why is Master Xuanji so stingy? Don't cry, can I compensate you?"
By the end of his speech, he was almost bowing to the person.
Xuanji Zhenren glared at him, her sobs gradually fading. "3,000 taels per tree."
Yu Huo took out the ten thousand taels of silver he had swindled from the headmaster and was stunned: "Are you trying to blackmail me?"
Xuanji wiped away her tears and cried hysterically, "Who is trying to extort you? I've planted hundreds of plots of this withered grass in medicinal fields, and only this small patch has survived. Asking you for three thousand taels is much cheaper than the market price."
Yu Huo clenched the banknote: "So this is still a friendly price?"
"I no longer have any friendship with you!" Xuanji Zhenren roared, then circled the medicinal field several times. Finally, he was so angry that he pointed at Yu Huo's nose and jumped to his feet to vent his anger: "You are a bull chewing peony, a bull chewing peony... Pay me back now!!!"
Yu Huo handed over the banknote, smacked the sweet taste in his mouth, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'll give you 10,000 taels first, and I'll owe you the rest?"
A cold wind blew by, and Huang Shulan huddled behind Yu Huo, fearing that she would be affected.
Although silence is golden, it cannot be spent like money. Xuanji Zhenren stared at Yu Huo with a look as if she would cut him into pieces at any time, not to mention that she would be kind enough to give him credit!
Suddenly, a weak voice sounded behind him: "Master Xuanji, don't be angry. I will pay back the remaining amount for him."
Yu Huo looked back and saw Jiang Feng had come down the mountain without him noticing. He had instantly abandoned Xuanji Zhenren and stepped forward to support him. He frowned and said disapprovingly, "Why did you run out by yourself? Are you feeling better?"
Jiang Feng glanced at him, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Xuanji Zhenren: "Is this enough?"
When Xuanji Zhenren saw that it was Jiang Feng and that he had returned the money, he endured his anger and counted out about a third of the thick stack of banknotes, taking them away. "There are thirty-six stalks of withered and flourishing grass that have survived in this medicinal field. There are only four left now, which makes ninety-six thousand taels."
Seeing that she had only taken 80,000 taels, Jiang Feng found six silver notes worth 1,000 taels and handed them to her: "I hope Master Xuanji will not hold it against Saint Suyue. He is ignorant of pharmacology and has no idea how precious this withered and flourishing grass is. Considering that this is his first offense, please do not bear a grudge, okay?"
Xuanji Zhenren took a deep breath, took the banknote and nodded slightly, then said: "Since you can get out of bed now, go back to Yehan Peak as soon as possible."
Xuanji Zhenren left after she finished speaking. Actually, she didn't want to vent her anger on others, but this withering grass was not easy to cultivate. She usually served it like a child. Now that most of the 'child' had been eaten, it was a good thing that she didn't stab the troublemaker in the fire to death with a whisk. It was impossible for her to not care!
Xuanji Zhenren walked very quickly. Jiang Feng shook his head and laughed, then looked at Yu Huo and sighed softly: "I don't want to run down here by myself. Who made some people not come to pick me up? Then I can only go back by myself..."
This is so weird!
Since the other party had just returned his 86,000 taels of silver, Yu Huo couldn't openly confront him and gave a dry laugh: "What do you mean by certain people? If you come a little late, you won't even call me husband, right?"
After saying that, he grabbed Jiang Feng's wrist and pulled it: "Let's go, let's go back to Yehan Peak and talk about it!"
Jiang Feng was dragged onto the Seven Killings Ribbon by him and disappeared in a flash.
Huang Shulan watched the excitement for a long time before she came to her senses. Looking at Bai Ling who was about to disappear, she jumped up and shouted, "Oh no! Master, what about me? What about me?! I just got heartbroken, are you just going to abandon me like this?"
Yu Huo turned a deaf ear to him. With a beautiful woman by his side, who would care about him?
Having not seen each other for three days, the two of them hugged each other for a while and then went to sleep. After all, Jiang Feng was still injured, and they were not that hungry or thirsty.
It was another sunny day, but Yu Huo had a harder time getting up today than yesterday. He held Jiang Feng's face and kissed him several times until the tip of his ears turned red. Only then did he reluctantly put on his clothes and go to fulfill his duties as a master.
Perhaps he was still in a bad mood after waking up, as he looked at the nine 'stupid' disciples in front of him, their noses were not noses and their eyes were not eyes.
The others at least had some tact and pretended to be diligent even if they couldn't learn the spells. However, the extremely naive Huang Shulan didn't have this awareness and stretched her arms and legs half-deadly.
Just like a junior high school student who is doing his morning exercises perfunctorily, he looks listless.
Yu Huo stepped forward and kicked him: "You haven't eaten yet!"
Huang Shulan rubbed her buttocks and said, "I didn't eat it."
"Why don't you eat?"
He shrank his neck pitifully: "Master, I'm heartbroken."
Yu Huo sneered: "Breakup is breakup, cultivation is cultivation, I hope you can tell the difference."
Huang Shulan curled her lips and snorted: "Master, you are so heartless! I just broke up, you should at least comfort your disciple..."
Yu Huo felt sorry for him and his heart softened for a moment. Just as he was about to touch his head, he saw an uninvited figure stepping onto Yehan Peak.
Looking at Mu Xingguang running around without finding Bei, Yu Huo paused with his outstretched hand, then pinched Huang Shulan's ear and twisted it hard.
Accompanied by the other party's pig-killing screams, leaving behind a sentence: "I can't comfort you, comfort yourself."
After saying that, he left him and ran away in a hurry.
Huang Shulan covered her ears and cried out in pain, "Is he sick? Master is indeed sick, right?"
Han Xiao, who had resumed his lazy demeanor after seeing everyone leave, tutted his tongue and said, "Can anyone who chooses us as his disciples be a normal person?"
Huang Shulan: "...Thank you, you succeeded in convincing me."
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