Chapter 11 Little Pig Gu Yuan
"You found out yesterday?"
Gu Yuan's eyes widened and he almost jumped up from his chair: "Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Why should I say it earlier?"
Ji Yunzhou looked as if it was a matter of course, even with a hint of innocent doubt:
"You didn't ask, so do I have to act like a nagging old woman and report 'something unusual happening in the back hills' the moment I see you?"
Gu Yuan was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe and clenched his fists.
But looking at Ji Yunzhou's handsome face that deserves a beating, and the other party's unfathomable strength.
He sadly realized that with his mediocre boxing and kicking skills, he probably couldn't even touch the corner of the other person's clothes.
He could only hold back his anger, which made his chest hurt.
"Alright! You're so cruel!"
Gu Yuan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words. He stood up suddenly and tugged at the corner of his clothes that was wrinkled by sitting.
"There's no point in talking to an old ghost like you who's been dead for a thousand or eight hundred years! I don't want to bother with you! I'm going to cook! I'm starving!"
Ji Yunzhou didn't get angry either. He followed behind him and said slowly, "Those shabby talismans you drew can't even suppress a little ghost, and you still want to deal with the things in the back mountain?"
Gu Yuan paused, turned around and glared at him: "Who cares!"
"I just don't want to care."
Ji Yunzhou shrugged: "But if you die, I will be unlucky too. The blood contract is no joke."
Gu Yuan rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen.
While he was making a fire and cooking, he cursed Ji Yunzhou eight hundred times in his heart.
He clearly got himself into trouble, but his attitude is still so bad!
Dinner was simple, a bowl of vegetable noodles with a poached egg.
Just as Gu Yuan picked up the bowl, he saw Ji Yunzhou sitting down opposite him, looking at his dinner with disgust.
“Tsk.”
Ji Yunzhou looked at the bland vegetables and the lonely poached egg in Gu Yuan's bowl and couldn't help but taunt him again:
"Is this all you're going to eat? It's watery and bland, how can you feed it to a rabbit?"
He looked up and down at Gu Yuan's thin body, and sighed again: "No wonder he is as thin as a bamboo pole, it hurts to hug him."
"Ghosts don't need to eat! Why do you care what I eat? I eat whatever I like! Is it hurting you? If you have the guts, stop hugging me!"
Gu Yuan said in a bad mood, and deliberately slurped the noodles loudly.
Ji Yunzhou snorted coldly, "I'm worried that you'll be malnourished and suddenly die one day, which would implicate me."
Gu Yuan rolled his eyes, too lazy to engage in such meaningless bickering with him, and buried his head in eating noodles.
Halfway through his meal, he suddenly remembered something and looked up and asked, "By the way, where did you go today?"
"Mind your own business." Ji Yunzhou obviously didn't want to say more.
Gu Yuan curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions.
The relationship between him and Ji Yunzhou is very delicate. They are master and servant, but this dead guy has never regarded him as his master.
They are partners, but they don't like each other.
They probably disliked each other, but they had intimate behavior, more than once...
After dinner, Gu Yuan cleaned up the dishes, took out yellow paper and cinnabar, and prepared to draw a few talismans for use.
What happened today sounded the alarm for him. There must be something wrong in the back mountain, and he had to prepare in advance.
"With your level, even if you draw a hundred pictures, they won't be as good as one of Old Man Lin's."
Ji Yunzhou stood behind him and complained mercilessly.
Gu Yuan's hand trembled, and the cinnabar left an ugly mark on the yellow paper.
He took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm and composed, and not to argue with an old ghost who had been dead for thousands of years!
Don't be angry! Anger is the devil!
"Do you think my painting is bad?"
Gu Yuan gritted his teeth and shouted without even turning his head:
"How about you come and show off your skills yourself? Let me, a half-witted person, open my eyes?"
"don't want."
Ji Yunzhou refused decisively, his tone carrying a sense of self-righteous arrogance: "I don't need a talisman."
During his lifetime, he was a great Taoist priest standing at the top of the Taoist sect. His cultivation was so profound that ordinary talismans were like child's play to him.
When he really needs it, he uses his fingers as a pen and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as ink, which is his method.
Gu Yuan: "......"
He decided to completely ignore this annoying guy and concentrate on drawing his own talisman.
But Ji Yunzhou wouldn't let him have some peace. Sometimes he said his writing was wrong, and sometimes he said he recited the formula wrong, which made Gu Yuan upset.
"Can you be quiet for a moment?"
Gu Yuan finally couldn't help it and put down the brush: "How about you go out for a walk?"
Ji Yunzhou raised his eyebrows: "No, I have to protect you closely."
"I don't need your personal protection now!"
Gu Yuan was so angry that he was shaking. Ji Yunzhou was doing this on purpose: "Stay away from me!"
He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his anger again, picked up the pen, and spread out another piece of yellow paper.
This time he learned his lesson and silently said to himself: I don't want to listen, it's just a turtle chanting! I'll just treat it as background noise!
"Stupid."
A soft sigh sounded in my ears.
The next second, a slightly cool but unusually steady hand suddenly covered Gu Yuan's hand holding the brush from behind.
Gu Yuan's body suddenly stiffened!
Ji Yunzhou almost half held him in his arms, and the unique, cold and refreshing breath instantly enveloped him.
"Relax a little, and don't keep your wrists so tense."
Ji Yunzhou's voice deepened and rang in his ears. It was no longer sarcastic, but rather serious, like a teacher:
"To draw the energy, you don't need to use force. Think about what you want to draw and use your mind to draw the spiritual energy in the cinnabar... Follow my force and learn carefully."
Gu Yuan's heart began to beat uncontrollably. He subconsciously relaxed his fingers and let Ji Yunzhou guide his hand, moving it smoothly on the yellow paper.
One stroke, two strokes...
Gu Yuan's heart was in his throat, his pen moved like a dragon, and he ended with a graceful last stroke!
Gu Yuan couldn't wait to look down.
On the yellow paper, there was a picture of a chubby, adorable creature, with simple yet incredibly expressive lines...
Small! Fat! Pig!
It’s even in Q version!
The anticipation, nervousness, and excitement of learning new knowledge on Gu Yuan's face instantly solidified, shattered, and then transformed into raging rage!
He turned his head suddenly and glared fiercely at the culprit behind him, his eyes almost spitting fire!
Ji Yunzhou, however, acted as if nothing had happened. The usual, provocative curve at the corner of his mouth rose again, even more pronounced than before.
The prank was successful, Ji Yunzhou laughed heartily, and his incredibly handsome face looked particularly vivid in the setting sun.
"Angry?"
He reached out and poked Gu Yuan's puffed cheek: "The little Taoist priest is quite arrogant. He's just a little pig, so cute. He suits you very well."
"Don't touch me!"
Gu Yuan slapped his hand away: "You bastard! You psycho! You old bastard!"
After saying that, he stood up angrily, slammed the door and rushed out with a bang!
The loud noise was so loud that it seemed as if a few wisps of dust fell from the roof.
A light laugh came from behind him, followed by Ji Yunzhou's annoying voice: "Where are you going, little pig? It's getting dark."
It was estimated that tonight would not be peaceful, so Gu Yuan distributed Grandpa Lin’s talismans door to door and told the villagers not to go out at night.
He decided to go to the back mountain early tomorrow morning to take a look.
No matter how sarcastic Ji Yunzhou was, he couldn't just sit back and watch the villagers get into trouble.
After all, the villagers were so nice to him.
As for that sharp-tongued, mean-spirited, and nagging ghost at the critical moment, who also likes to draw pigs to play tricks on people...
Gu Yuan gritted his teeth.
"Just wait!" He secretly swore in his heart.
Others fart "Puff——"
Gu Yuan farted——
When the day comes that I, Gu Yuan, truly achieve great enlightenment and become a powerful Heavenly Master, the first thing I will do is get rid of you, you annoying dead ghost!
Totally! Super! Excessive!
Send you to paradise!
Never! See! Each! Other!
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