Zhu Yuanqing was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes. There was a green gauze in front of him, soft bedding under him, and a light and elegant fragrance at the tip of his nose.
Sitting up, he looked at the neatly folded quilt beside him and the sunlight coming in from the window, and couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep.
After calming down, Zhu Yuanqing used his consciousness to explore outside, but for a moment he did not find Jing Yuan's figure.
After checking the restrictions, he found that his disciples had already gone down the mountain early and were almost at the top of the mountain.
After packing up and going out, he keenly noticed the spiritual energy around him that had not yet dissipated, as well as a spirit gathering formation with a crude technique.
After slightly modifying the formation and adding a few high-quality spirit stones, Jing Yuan just managed to push open the gate.
He spotted the white-robed Master in the courtyard. He ran over carrying something, his eyes shining, "Master."
"Hmm?" Zhu Yuanqing rubbed his head and looked at the child's increasingly bright eyes with some amusement.
The child was carrying a mahogany box. Zhu Yuanqing glanced at it and thought it looked familiar. He deliberately joked, "What is this?"
Jing Yuan smiled sheepishly, and plucked up the courage to hold his master's hand. When he found that he was not rejected, the smile on his face deepened.
Zhu Yuanqing let him pull him to sit on the stone bench, supporting his forehead with one hand, watching what he was going to do.
The mahogany lid was opened, and the aroma of rice wafted into the air. Then, one dish after another was brought out, still emitting hot steam, as if freshly baked.
Noticing the child's tightly twisted hands and slightly nervous expression, Zhu Yuanqing picked up the chopsticks beside him and took a light bite.
The meat was soft and tender, with just the right taste, and unexpectedly suited Zhu Yuanqing's appetite.
After building the foundation, there is no need to eat or drink, but Zhu Yuanqing is sometimes out fighting demons, and when he feels like it, he will find an inn to try the local specialties.
It's not like he hadn't eaten Xiaoyao Peak's food before, but whether it was outside the sect or inside, none of it could compare to what was on the table today.
He couldn't help but pick up another piece of food with his chopsticks and pulled the child to sit next to him: "Is this what you've been busy with so early in the morning?"
Such a young apprentice can actually cook?
Jing Yuan raised his eyes, then quickly lowered them, and whispered, "Master, I have practiced."
He woke up before dawn today, and meditated outside the door for an hour and a half. As the sun rose, he thought about what he could do for his master, and he went down the mountain and cooked this meal.
Thinking of this, afraid that his master would think he was not doing his job properly, he hurried to explain, and one hand fell to the top of his head.
Zhu Yuanqing rubbed his apprentice's hair and looked at the food on the table. He felt very happy. He was really filial...
"I didn't expect Xiao Jing could cook, that's amazing."
He smiled and saw the child's face turn visibly red. He turned his head and chuckled twice.
Apprentices don't necessarily mean trouble.
"Master, I'm glad that you don't mind." Jing Yuan pursed his lips.
"Dislike? How could I dislike it? Master is so happy." Zhu Yuanqing was in a good mood. He took out the little honey water he had left and poured half a cup for his disciple.
"Try?"
As he said this, he poured himself a glass.
Jing Yuan held the cup in both hands, and seeing Zhu Yuanqing's eyes soften, he took a sip almost reverently.
A huge amount of spiritual energy poured in. Jing Yuan was trying hard to suppress the spiritual energy, but he found that it flowed into his limbs and bones, and his whole body became light.
The sweet floral scent filled his lips and teeth. Jing Yuan moved his nose and suddenly remembered the fragrance he smelled on his master last time.
Zhu Yuanqing put down the cup and said, "This tea is hard to come by. With your current level of cultivation, you can only drink half a cup. What a pity."
He doesn't have much in stock, and he doesn't know when he'll get the honey water again. This disciple probably won't be able to taste it many times.
The two chatted for a while, the food on the table gradually disappeared, and Jing Yuan finished drinking the half cup of honey water.
Except for the first huge amount of spiritual power that caught him off guard, the spiritual power that flowed in later was absorbed by his body on its own and did not cause much impact.
Although I felt that there was nothing wrong with me, I still followed my master's instructions and meditated on the spot for a while.
After Zhu Yuanqing finished his meal, he watched the child carefully put the mahogany box back into the storage ring. He finally understood why it looked familiar.
This thing was robbed from the master of Wuxiang Peak, and was used to preserve some extremely fragile spiritual herbs and objects. However, he didn't expect that it would be used as a lunch box by his own disciples.
After thinking about it, he didn't say anything.
The kindness of one's own disciples is also very precious.
Time passed quickly, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Before accepting a disciple, Zhu Yuanqing was always worried that his disciple would not make progress. After accepting a disciple, Zhu Yuanqing hoped that his disciple could take it easy.
After catching Jing Yuan practicing late at night without sleeping for the fifth time, Zhu Yuanqing couldn't help but poke his forehead and forcibly took him to his bedroom and covered him with a quilt.
He had a stern face and was about to act like a strict teacher, but suddenly he saw the child's dark eyes flickering nervously, with both hands tightly grasping the quilt, looking particularly frightened, and his temper subsided again.
"Xiao Jing, Master knows you've been working hard, but you haven't established your foundation yet. How can your body withstand working day and night like this?"
He patiently advised, "You have to cook at dawn every day, practice physical training and swordsmanship, and add in the time spent meditating. You don't have any time to rest at all throughout the day."
What were you doing when you first joined the sect?
He looked for opportunities to go down the mountain every day and go to Taoist Lingxiao to accuse him of being a liar. In short, he was not as diligent as Jing Yuan.
Zhu Yuanqing said seriously, "You will stay at my place for the next period of time. Have a good rest at night. You don't need to prepare meals in the morning. If you want to eat, just have someone bring it up."
"Master..." Jing Yuan blinked and reached out to pull Zhu Yuanqing's sleeve.
He exuded a depressed aura, and if he had ears, they would probably be drooping.
Zhu Yuanqing sighed and turned a blind eye.
The child was a little restrained at first, but now he is getting bolder and bolder, and has even learned to act pitiful.
After a while, Zhu Yuanqing remained firm: "There is no room for negotiation on this matter. It is my responsibility as your teacher to supervise your cultivation."
"But, respecting the master is also the disciple's duty." Jing Yuan approached quietly, his voice lost.
Zhu Yuanqing was stunned, turned off the light in the bedroom and stopped talking.
In the middle of the night, sensing that the person next to him had not yet fallen asleep, he had no choice but to compromise: "Alright, if you really like, you can make breakfast, but you can stay at my place tonight."
"Don't think about practicing secretly." He did not give in at all on this point.
As soon as the words fell, the child, who was originally a foot away from him, moved little by little in the quilt, carefully burying himself in Zhu Yuanqing's arms. Seeing that he did not push him away, he hugged his master's waist: "Master..."
Zhu Yuanqing rubbed his head and said, "Okay, can we go to sleep now?"
Jing Yuan nodded vigorously, sniffing the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, and finally closed his eyes.
A room for sleeping.
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