Fu Yu hugged the jade on the shore and immersed himself in the cold pool.
He squinted his eyes comfortably.
As someone with an extremely cold body, the time around the summer solstice every year is the most difficult.
Only a cold pool of extremely cold water could relieve her fever.
This is a secret that only Master knows.
Fu Yu yawned, opened his eyes and looked at Ming Teng.
Ming Teng sensed Fu Yu's gaze and his rationality returned instantly. The snake tail that was about to touch the corner of Fu Yu's clothes quickly withdrew and turned back into human form.
"How do you feel when you copy the Heart Purification Mantra?"
There are so many feelings.
But each one is difficult to talk about.
Ming Teng cleared his throat, "Disciple feels much calmer."
Fu Yu nodded with satisfaction and hooked his finger at Ming Teng.
"Apprentice, come here."
Ming Teng suppressed his evil thoughts and immediately ran across the pond, even entering the cold pool, and stood guard by the pool in an orderly manner.
"What do you want, Master?"
"I guess I haven't officially accepted you as my disciple yet. Although I never pay attention to these complicated formalities, the proper ceremony still needs to be performed."
"Kneel down."
Fu Yu's voice was cold and carried the authority of a master.
Ming Teng Snake's pupils trembled, and it knelt obediently in front of Fu Yu.
At this moment, his clothes were torn into strips because he forcibly broke through the barrier.
His cheeks and exposed arms bore newly healed red marks.
The kneeling figure leaned forward slightly, and his bloodshot, blurry eyes were fixed on Fu Yu's face.
And what about Fu Yu?
Soaking in the cold pool, her white clothes float on the water, swaying.
Her black hair was hanging down, and the rising mist stuck the loose hair to her temples. She was as lazy and casual as a man, looking up at her disciple.
How does this look like a proper disciple-taking ceremony?
"Don't you know how to become a disciple?"
Fu Yu's light teasing voice rang in my ears.
"You must become my master, and then kowtow to me."
Fu Yu reminded.
Bow down?
What is kowtow?
Is it like when a husband and wife bow to each other during marriage?
Ming Teng wanted to do something bad and use the ignorance of the demon race to tease the high and mighty master.
But no.
Master is like the clear breeze and bright moon, so unattainable.
How could he use such vulgar words to sully the holy Master?
Ming Teng clasped his hands together and kowtowed to Fu Yuxing in the most solemn manner.
"Master, please accept my disciple's greeting."
"Good disciple."
Fu Yu pursed her lips, raised her palms, conjured up two bells, placed them in front of Ming Teng's eyes, and shook them gently.
One bell made a clear sound, while the other made no sound.
"This is……"
"The first lesson I teach you is etiquette. From now on, whenever I ring the bell, you must appear before me. Do you understand?"
Fu Yu took out one of the bells and hung it around his waist.
Then he turned his wrist, and another bell was already on Ming Teng's belt in the blink of an eye.
"And the bell on your body is a tool for the master to locate you."
"Master can keep track of your whereabouts."
"If you dare to disobey my instructions, the bell will punish you for your disloyalty on my behalf."
There is no such good thing in the world.
The master monitored him, ordered him, and punished him at all times.
But joy is fleeting.
Ming Teng lowered his eyes and his voice returned to calm.
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