Perhaps because he thought Tang Yu's cultivation had recovered, An Qingyu did not take Tang Yu with him when he flew the sword this time, but encouraged Tang Yu to adapt on his own.
So... Tang Yu, who was used to being carried around on a sword, was now hanging in the air trembling like a novice, and of course... he was also carrying a few plump cranes that Qingyu had just caught.
"Qingyu, do you really trust me?"
Hearing the screams of a crane behind him, Tang Yu asked An Qingyu unsurely.
An Qingyu thought Tang Yu was just not used to it and was a little hesitant at first, but then she thought about Tang Yu's sword control skills and suppressed her soft feelings, encouraging him:
"Of course I trust you."
How could Tang Yu have asked such a question in the past? It seems that Tang Yu will have to practice flying the sword more often in the future.
An Qingyu warned herself cruelly and followed the trembling Tang Yu away.
In fact, Tang Yu himself is a little numb. If he had known earlier... it would not matter if he didn't have this cultivation.
Speaking of which, he still missed the good days of pinching Qingyu's slender waist.
The small sect where the cheap master was staying was not far away, and Tang Yu and An Qingyu arrived half an hour later.
Under An Qingyu's admiring gaze, Tang Yu landed on the ground with an expressionless face, and did not forget to catch a few cranes that had fainted.
Seeing An Qingyu nodding slightly and walking in front, Tang Yu knew that no one would feel sorry for him now that he had recovered his cultivation.
In the past, Qingyu would never have thrown all these things to herself.
Under the surveillance of his spies, the cheap master had been waiting long ago. Seeing his disciple and his Taoist partner coming hand in hand, he smiled and said politely:
"You're here, why are you bringing anything?"
Tang Yu: You may be polite, but would you dare to look at us first, my cheap master?
The cheap master who caressed the crane affectionately saw An Qingyu carrying several pots of good wine, and his eyes lit up instantly. The next second, the cheap master came over following the smell:
"Is this the fine wine that Senior Brother has collected for hundreds of years? Just smelling it, I know it's..."
"That's right, Master, how did you know?" An Qingyu remembered that his master had specifically reminded him not to tell anyone about this matter. Logically, other people should not know about it.
"Well, these few jugs of wine were left over and hidden by my senior brother. Of course I know that! Because I drank up the rest long ago!" The cheap master shook his fan proudly, looking like he was quite showing off his "achievements".
Tang Yu: “…” This is the sect’s bully, right?
An Qingyu: "...Then, shall I carry it in for you?"
The cheap master quickly stepped aside to leave the main door.
So Tang Yu, who had returned to the peak of his cultivation, did not put down his work and went in with the cranes.
Oh, he also brought in the wine.
As dusk faded and night slowly fell, An Qingyu and her cheap master were sitting in the master's courtyard, toasting each other. Only Tang Yu was still lost in confusion, holding the osmanthus rice wine.
No, wait, why can't he have a nice drink?
Oh, Qingyu said he had been soaking in the medicinal bath for a long time, so it would be better for him not to drink alcohol for the time being.
Tang Yu: "Ah ...
Cheap Master and An Qingyu did not hear the howling in Tang Yu's heart. They were just happy after drinking and couldn't help but talk about some things in the past.
Sipping the fine wine in his glass, the cheap master saw Tang Yu's gloomy look and deliberately joked, "Look, Tang Yu is always like this. Although he has a sour face, he does everything obediently and never makes me worry."
"Yes." An Qingyu nodded in agreement and expressed her deep agreement with this.
"So what bad things can this kid do? Tsk, threaten others to bring him roast chicken down the mountain?" The cheap master's tone was a little disappointing.
I don’t know what’s wrong with Tang Yu. He’s already fasting, but all he can think about is roast chicken! Roast chicken!
Tang Yu, who was dizzy from drinking sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine, seemed to hear his own name, so he looked up and blinked hard at his cheap master and An Qingyu, muttering:
"Master... what are you talking about?"
"Hey, wait a minute," Tang Yu pointed at An Qingyu and laughed softly, "You, you're... feverish."
An Qingyu's face changed and she almost couldn't hold the wine glass.
Having been with Tang Yu for so long, how could he not understand what this meant? But, but... there are still elders around now!
Tang Yu's shocking words actually meant to say -
"Hello, could you please bring me a roast chicken?"
But my dizzy brain swallowed some words, so what came out of my mouth became that sentence.
The cheap master smiled like a flower and waved his hand to signal An Qingyu to take the person away.
Haha, this kid is like this even without drinking. He should just go back and rest.
An Qingyu felt completely humiliated, and she carried Tang Yu back to her room in silence.
Staring at Tang Yu's peaceful sleeping face, An Qingyu made up her mind to persuade Tang Yu well tomorrow.
Some things, some things can be said behind closed doors, but how can you say them in front of others...
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