The little apprentice is well-behaved and pure [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 17

The newly hatched bird obviously felt the disgusted eyes from Lin Jichen, and tearfully wanted to throw himself into Mo Yinzhui's arms.

"It's really not pretty."

The little bird didn't expect the master to say that about it.

It couldn't help drooping its little head sadly. It remembered that when it was in the eggshell, the owner was very close to it.

Why doesn't the owner seem to like it after hatching? Is it because it dislikes its ugly appearance?

Is it really that ugly?

The newly hatched bird doubted life and fell into deep emo.

Lin Jichen squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and teased Xiaoniao's head. When he touched Xiaoniao's forehead, he felt a weak electric current passing through his fingertips. It didn't hurt, but a little itchy.

The little bird didn't like the big villain who made it hatch and said it was ugly in front of the owner.

It gave him a shock, then turned its head away, quickly escaped from Lin Jichen's clutches, jumped to the side of its master, rubbed its master's shoes hard, trying to get closer to the master.

But the big bad guy asked, "Does it have a name?"

Mo Yinzui squatted down, picked up the little bird, and shook his head: "I haven't named it yet, I haven't thought about it, I don't know what to call it."

"Then how about I give it a name?"

Lin Jichen glanced at the stunted and jet-black appearance of the mixed-haired bird, recalling its father's beautiful five-colored wings, "How about calling it Liangliang? Or Shining?"

This shining name entrusted Lin Jichen's beautiful wish for this spiritual pet.

Maybe it's because the name is too... The little apprentice was uncommonly silent.

The little bird was even more resistant, screaming "Zhizhi" to express its dissatisfaction with these two names.

Lin Jichen laughed, "That's Ling Ye."

Lingye, another name for lightning in ancient times.

Xiaoniao seemed very satisfied with the name, and finally calmed down, lying in Mo Yinzhui's palm, and squeaked comfortably.

Lin Jichen yawned, stretched, and was about to get out of bed.

Mo Yinzui looked at Lin Jichen's waist, "You are injured."

Lin Jichen looked down and found that the side of the waist had been cut at some point.

The blood is light pink, the color is not obvious, but it is wet.

This injury may have been caused when he competed with others in the ring before, but he never paid attention to it.

It didn't hurt when I didn't notice it, but when I noticed it, I found a lot of numbness on my waist.

Lin Jichen covered his wound, frowning slightly.

Mo Yinchai took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, and Lin Jichen knew that it contained Biyun Peak's famous healing medicine.

"I'll give you some medicine."

Lin Jichen thought that Mo Yinzhui would give him a small medicine bottle, but who knew that Mo Yinzhui would take the initiative to give him the medicine, so Lin Jichen didn't think too much about it, just took off his clothes neatly, lay down on the bed, "Yes."

However, he didn't know that the boy's breathing slowed down by two beats as he watched this scene.

It was freezing outside, and although there was a stove in the room, the temperature was not too high. The cold powder was sprinkled on the wound, and Lin Jichen's whole body shivered.

"Does it hurt?" The little apprentice greeted with concern from behind.

"It's okay, okay." Lin Jichen gritted his teeth, "Continue."

At this time, a pair of hands were pressed against his back, the palms of those hands were warm, with thin calluses on the fingers, spiritual power slowly came from the hands, flowing to Lin Jichen's limbs and bones, dispelling the pain from the wound, like It's like soaking in a warm hot spring pool.

Behind him, the little apprentice asked cautiously, "Is this more comfortable?"

"Ah."

Lin Jichen didn't expect that the little apprentice would transmit spiritual power to him, and when the power of the medicine came up, Jiu Jin turned around and fell asleep in a comfortable faint.

What he didn't notice was that the ears of the little apprentice behind him turned red.

"Junior Brother Mo, why didn't you compete today..."

Shao Yuan pushed open the door, feeling a little sluggish for a moment, looking at the scene in the room, he couldn't turn his mind for a moment.

Lin Qingren, whom I just met yesterday, was lying on the bed, his clothes were disheveled, no, the adjective was inappropriate, he should be shirtless, and Mo Yinzui was kneeling and sitting on the side of the bed, with his hands in an inappropriate position.

Who can tell him whether these two people are real or fake?Is he hallucinating?

"Get out." Mo Yinzhui blocked Shao Yuan's sight.

"Sorry to bother you." Shao Yuan was quite sensible, and immediately closed the door and quickly retreated out.

After a while, Mo Yinchai came out of the room, and Shao Yuan stared at him, "What's the matter with that one in the room? Didn't you treat your master——"

Mo Yinzhui interrupted Shao Yuan, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, okay, I don't talk nonsense." Shao Yuan recalled the scene he saw just now, and he was still a little surprised in his heart. He thought that his brother Mo was really out of this world.

"What are you doing here?" Mo Yinzhui frowned and looked at Shao Yuan.

"I heard that you left early, so I want to see what's going on with you. I don't care about you."

"I didn't expect you to be in Wenrou Township—" Shao Yuan winked at Mo Yinzhui, "I heard that there are very few demon cultivators who can transform into forms, especially this kind of flowers and plants, which are even rarer. I read in a book that if you use this kind of little monster to build a furnace, the taste is beyond words."

Mo Yinchai was too lazy to talk to him.

Shao Yuan coughed dryly: "Since you are good at this, all the juniors from the Baihua Immortal Sect will be present at the banquet tomorrow, so you are not allowed to steal my limelight."

"I won't go tomorrow."

Shao Yuan gave a thumbs up, "It's buddy!"

He glanced at the room with envy in his eyes, "Junior Brother Mo, how did you get this little green lotus? Can you teach me a thing or two? Can you let me taste it sometime—"

Mo Yinzhui's face suddenly turned cold, and the eyes of the swordsman almost couldn't hold back, "Get lost."

Shao Yuan sensed the killing intent: "I'll get out, I'll get out, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Mo Yin chased back into the room, covered the master with a thin blanket, and looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the master.

A bit of doubt and worry appeared between the boy's beautiful brows.

What happened that night?

Why has the master retreated since then and has not seen anyone, and now why does he have to attach himself to the lotus man instead of showing his real body?

"squeak--"

At the feet, a bald bird clumsily climbed onto Mo Yinchai's shoes.

"Shh, don't disturb him to rest."

The little bird nodded obediently, and Mo Yinzhui picked it up, put it on his lap, and gently smoothed its fur with his fingers.

"Lingye, the name sounds really nice."

Feeling the master's caress, the little bird was about to cry. Sure enough, the master didn't dislike it!

……

When Lin Jichen woke up, it was already the second day. He was sleeping on the apprentice's bed, and the apprentice was no longer in the room. There was only a bald bird in the room pecking at the rice grains on the table, making a thumping sound. .

He sat up and looked at the wound on his waist, it was no longer serious.

Seeing him get up, the bald bird squeaked twice.

After a while, the door opened, and the boy came in with a soup cup. It must have snowed outside, and the boy's black hair was covered with snowflakes.

Hot air comes out of the cup, exuding a pleasant smell of chicken soup.

Lin Jichen looked at the expression on the young apprentice's face, and thought that his identity must have been spotted, and that drinking was a mistake.

Mo Yinzhui put the cup on the table, lifted the lid, and it turned out to be chicken soup, chicken soup stewed with thousand-year-old ginseng.

Lin Jichen said, "I'm going back to the cave today."

The little apprentice paused as he handed over the spoon, but he didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Jichen took a sip of the chicken soup, feeling a little more regretful in his heart. It wasn't that the chicken soup was not good, but because he thought that when the little apprentice grew up, he would definitely leave the sect to go wandering, so he shouldn't be able to drink such delicious chicken soup. Been there a few times.

"Isn't it good?" Seeing that he didn't drink, the boy asked nervously.

Lin Jichen shook his head, "It's a little lighter, maybe adding a little more salt would be better."

Mo Yin chased him up and went to the kitchen to get salt. When he came back, the room was empty, and the cup of chicken soup on the table was empty.Only a little bald bird remained by the window, pecking at the wood foolishly.

Lin Jichen will be in seclusion for a long time, he doesn't like the scene of saying goodbye, so he chooses to leave without saying goodbye.

Before he left, he took a look at Lu Hao. The silly boy was still sleeping late. He didn't know what he dreamed of, and the corner of his mouth was raised.

To be honest, on the way back, Lin Jichen felt a little melancholy.

This is not the first time he has taken in apprentices. After the apprentices grow up, they go out and set up a household, start a family and start a business, and then travel farther and farther.

Sometimes, Lin Jichen even felt that he was an empty-nest old man.

Those unconscionable apprentices, after leaving the sect, never came back to see him once. The only youngest who stayed by his side was busy with work every day and was close at hand, so he didn't bring his disciples to accompany him.

Xiao Jinshu pointed it out: "Actually, you are lonely, find a wife, and start a twilight relationship quickly."

Lin Jichen: Speaking of this, Xiao Jinshu couldn't help gossiping: "Boss, you've lived for such a long time, so it's possible that you don't have a history of relationships. When you were young, you didn't have a couple on a double break. Are you an old virgin who is nearly a thousand years old?"

Lin Jichen: ...

"You know what a fart, don't talk nonsense, I was married back then."

"Have you ever been married?" The little golden book had a gossiping expression.

Lin Jichen thought about the bloody incident back then, then shook his head, shaking that memory out of his mind.

When he was young, he met a person and got engaged to that person. Presumably he liked that person very much.However, on the second day of the wedding, that person disappeared, and he was never seen again.

It may be that he cast a spell on himself, erasing the memory of that person in his memory, and only vaguely remembering the general ins and outs of this matter.

As for that person's name and appearance, Lin Jichen couldn't remember the slightest bit.

However, Lin Jichen thought, that person should be an extremely beautiful woman.

Later, for some reason, Lin Jichen didn't bother to find a double rest Taoist couple, and lived alone for hundreds of years.

It's strange to say, why didn't he have the thought of acting?Looking for a two-day Taoist couple or something?

When the two little apprentices grow up, get married and start a business, he will still be a widowed old man. Thinking about it this way, it seems a bit miserable.