MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 8 Bud

"Sprout? Sprout!"

Shen Zhixian is really tired these days.

He felt that even if he went to deal with Yan Jin, even with Song Xunxu and the snake, he would not be so tired-at least those are people who can understand him, living, people, are the same kind of people who can communicate.

"Oh!"

The green grass buds protruded from the top of his hair, as if waking up from a big dream, stretched out the leaves in a daze, and made a mess of his combed hair.

Shen Zhixian took a deep breath and scooped this little grass bud from the top of his head. He resisted the urge to rub it into a ball and throw it away, controlling his facial expressions not to be too stingy, biting his teeth: "Next time Would you like to make a nest above my head? "

He's a normal big man, and he doesn't want to have a green head!

Xiao Caoya shook the leaves nicely in his palm, and innocently snorted.

"Well, are you a tree-headed sparrow ..." Shen Zhixin muttered, looked around, shoved it into an empty porcelain bottle with a large palm, and warned: "I'm going to practice, you're not allowed to come out. "

"Hey!" Xiao Caoya probably didn't like the parable of the little sparrow. He immediately changed his voice and wriggled in a porcelain bottle, howling.

This head of Shen Zhixian had just had a trick, and the little grass bud twisted. He even moved the porcelain bottle to the table, twisted again, and slammed, breaking the piece of porcelain.

The little grass bud that regained its cheers, stepped on the thin roots, and swayed to find Shen Zhixian, fluttered on his clothesline, and climbed up very flexibly, with long hair on the leaves. Swinging.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He lifted the grass with **** expressionlessly, opened the door expressionlessly, and uttered the expression expressionlessly—a slamming sound, a small mud hole was dug out of the ground by the door.

Shen Zhixian continued to plant the grass buds with no expression, covered the soil, and even performed a little trick to prevent it from slipping out easily.

After doing all this, Shen Zhixian concealed the door, and went back to the room to continue to ponder and toss-he has recently found a lot of books, and is looking for knowledge to practice seriously.

Xiao Caoya struggled in the mud pit for a while, and found that he really couldn't get out. It was stunned for a while, unbelievably twisted for a while, still to no avail.

It was angry and murmured, the leaflets were covered with mud, and they pulled their roots hard.

Shen Zhixian listened to it screaming outside, a little funny, but a bit helpless.

He didn't expect that the small grass buds that came out and communicated with Yan Jin that day actually had such a great ability. Instead of freezing to death on the cliff, he flopped down to find him and refused to leave.

——Well, don't ask why it is a small grass bud, because Shen Zhixian at that time could only control this small green plant except for the fragile dead leaves.

Shen Zhixian read the book, practiced for a while, and suddenly found that there was no sound outside for a long time.

This little grass bud is very magical and will make all kinds of strange sounds. As long as you are not sleeping, you will make a lot of noise. Why is it so quiet now?

Even the mud here is full of aura. There is no harm in planting it there. Could this little guy struggle too much and hurt himself?

Shen Zhixian was a little worried. She lowered the scroll and quietly went to the door to see it. At this glance, she just saw Xiao Cao Bu struggling □□ the last small root, and she no longer looked back angrily.

It fluttered a small grass bud, and flew out of the wind all of a sudden. Shen Zhixian was shocked, subconsciously unwilling to let it be exposed to the crowd, pursed his lips, shouted "Buya", and chased out.

Xiao Cao Bu is really angry, relying on his own small, flying faster and faster along the wind. It also knows how to avoid the crowd, in order to prevent young disciples from coming and going to find it, digging around.

This was a pain for Shen Zhixian. He was standing in front of the young disciples, and hurriedly dealt with the courtesy of the young disciples. Xiao Caoya had slipped away at a corner.

Shen Zhixian had no choice but to look for it in the general direction and walked, he suddenly found that this road was familiar-wasn't this near Yan Jin's residence?

As the five elders, Shen Zhixian has a main peak that belongs to himself. He is at the top, followed by a personal disciple and an ordinary disciple.

The self-disciplined disciple directly worshiped under the name of Shen Zhixian and was able to get his personal guidance. Ordinary disciples are only named under his main peak. They practice and learn in a unified way. There is no special treatment. They usually help with some chores. It is also necessary to eat, drink, sleep, wash and cook, and everything.

The sound of gurgling water came from not far away. This is where the disciples used to draw water.

Shen Zhixian didn't think much about it, and she took a turn and lifted her eyes, and froze.

The skinny teenager, wearing a worn-out, faded moon-white gown, turned his back to him, and was standing by Lingquan to fetch water. The bucket full of water was very heavy. He lifted it one by one, and at a glance, he knew that he didn't do less.

Then the boy turned around and came face to face with Shen Zhixian.

Shen Zhixian looked at him in disbelief and glanced at the bucket he was carrying—these chores were all done by ordinary disciples. Yan Jintang passed on the big disciples personally, why did he have to do it himself?

Looking at each other in silence, a tadpole came, and the unknown small grass bud emerged from the bushes next to him, happily toward Yan Jin.

--WTF? !!

Yan Jin's long-established reaction ability made him move faster than thinking. As soon as he raised his hand, a whole bucket of water was splashed on the grass bud, and it was poured into a shock. The impact of the water made it flutter. To the ground.

The mud trickled down on the small leaves, and the dirty grass buds stiffened to the ground, motionless, as if shocked.

Shen Zhixian looked at the aggressive little face, and was about to laugh, and was about to speak, and angrily came, and his attitude and content immediately made him look pale.

"Yan Jin! What are you doing, grind! Brother Yan is in a hurry to use it-ah! How are you making a mess! Are you a waste!"

The young disciple probably heard the movement here, and ran away with curses in his mouth, seeing the mess in the ground, could not help the anger, he would scold someone with his hips open, and suddenly a gust of wind rose, and a green side was ignorant of something fierce. The ground covered his face.

Slap, so loud.

Xiao Caoya was so full of people that he consciously slipped into Shen Zhixian's sleeve, exposing only the tip of a small leaf to watch the excitement.

The disciple's face quickly became red and swollen, as if he was slapped hard—but he didn't see anything!

Being teased in front of Yan Jin, he consciously lost his face, and turned around angrily, "Who is pretentious here and see that I don't treat you-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Shen Zhixian lifted his eyelids, shook his sleeves calmly, shook the spooky little grass bud upside down, and hummed quietly: "What's to do with the elder? Say, the elder listens."