The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 306 Weakness

Just as Sheng Qingye's gaze became more and more passionate, Xuan Yuran's voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Big Brother, what are you doing?"

The voice was so cold that it didn't seem to come from Xuan Yuran's mouth.

Xuan Yuran was holding a tray with a bowl of steaming soup on it. He was standing behind the two of them, looking at Sheng Qingye with a stern look.

There was a sharp gleam in his eyes that no one noticed. It seemed that he wanted to take his master away as soon as possible.

"Go out."

Tang Yixien finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xuan Yuran coming, and spoke to Sheng Qingye in a calm and leisurely tone with helplessness.

Sheng Qingye slowly retreated dejectedly, and his originally sharp and flamboyant look became dim as if blown away by the wind.

He just wanted to be with his master, so why was his master always so cold?

Sheng Qingye could see the indifference in Tang Yixien's eyes, an expression that showed he didn't want to see him, so he had no choice but to turn around and walk out dejectedly.

Tang Yixin saw Sheng Qingye like this out of the corner of his eye, and his heart softened for a moment.

It is hard to bear to see the young man who was so rebellious in the past now looking down with his eyes.

"Master, I have stewed some pork rib soup." Xuan Yuran interrupted Tang Yixien's thoughts.

Tang Yixien turned his gaze and looked at Xuan Yuran. His little disciple was still well-behaved and cute.

"Master, drink this soup while it's hot." Xuan Yuran filled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Tang Yixin.

"Okay." Tang Yixin drinks soup every day, but he feels more and more tired recently. He always feels drowsy and has no strength.

Maybe it's the spring sleepiness and autumn fatigue.

He thought to himself that Sheng Qingye had been making him dizzy recently, so it was a good time for him to take a good rest and out of sight, out of mind.

Tang Yixin drank up all the soup in the soup bowl, leaving not a drop, but still with a faint inexplicable bitter taste.

Tang Yixien himself was an alchemist, so the bitter taste was odd, but he couldn't tell anything.

Maybe it was a kind of seasoning that had never been seen here. He looked at Xuan Yuran with eyes full of anticipation and didn't want to disappoint him.

Just drink some soup.

At that moment, he felt a little sleepy again. He put his hand lightly in front of his lips and yawned lightly.

Tang Yixian had thin pink lips and slender white and clear fingers, which made Xuan Yuran's heart move.

Xuan Yuran put the soup bowl back on the tray and said with lowered eyes:

"Master, if you are tired, please take a light nap. I will be watching over you."

"No need, Xiao Xuanwu, go back. I am indeed a little tired." Tang Yixien stood up and walked back to the couch behind the screen to rest.

The originally clear eyes of Xuan Yuran suddenly dimmed, filled with helplessness and depth.

His hand stroked the soup bowl on the table, and the slightly hesitant light in his eyes gradually became firm.

Thinking of Sheng Qingye today, he must take his master away.

Then he cast a barrier in Tang Yixin's inner room and turned to leave.

On the bed, Tang Yixien was sleeping unconsciously. He had no idea what his well-behaved little disciple had done.

Tang Yixin slept very soundly that night, and when he opened his eyes it was already the next morning.

It was daybreak, and the occasional crowing of roosters could be heard outside. Tang Yixien sat up and pressed his forehead.

He has been sleeping surprisingly well recently. Could it be that the pork rib soup cured his insomnia?

After washing up, Tang Yixien walked out the door. The air was a little fresher in the early spring morning.

He could see the pale blue barrier in the sky above Biling Peak when he looked up.

He couldn't leave Biling Peak, and the only places he could go were his own villa and his disciples' villas.

He slowly walked out of his own villa and somehow ended up in the disciple's villa.

On the trees in the yard, dots of tender green leaves emerged, dotted with the gray branches.

It was really too early. In the disciples' courtyard, the little pigs were huddled together and snoring loudly.

Tang Yixien was thinking about going back, but when he turned around, he heard a creak and Jin Xiaoxiao's door opened.

Jin Xiaoxiao, who was standing behind the door, was wearing a plain, light-colored white gown. There was a slight expression of surprise on her jade-like face, and then a slight smile appeared on her face, and her temperament was noble and elegant.

"Master, so early?"

"Xiaoxiao."

Since when, the word "Xiaoxiao" that Tang Yixian called out has become soft and gentle, slow and clear.

Just like at this moment, the refreshing and elegant fragrance of tea blows between the two of them.

"Would you like to come in and sit down? I have made some spring tea."

The early bird catches the worm, Jin Xiaoxiao thought. He couldn't sleep, so he got up in the morning, made a cup of tea, and thought about going to the yard to get some fresh air.

When I opened the door, I saw Master standing there.

"Okay." Tang Yixien responded.

The two of them sat in front of the window, with tea brewing in the teapot on the table. The fragrance of the tea was warm and long-lasting.

"Congratulations on your prosperity. Congratulations on your prosperity."

There was actually a parrot on the shelf next to Jin Xiaoxiao's window. Its body was a rich royal blue with a tuft of yellow hair on its head.

Tang Yixien immediately smiled. The little yellow-haired girl was much prettier than Cuicui, and the color on her body made people happy.

Tang Yixien walked over, a smile on his lips, and poked the little yellow hair on the parrot's head with his white fingers.

"Get rich, get rich." The little yellow parrot jumped left and right on the stick in a funny voice.

The smile on Tang Yixien's lips deepened, and he looked as bright and beautiful as a painting.

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at him in a daze.

"Xiaoxiao, when did you get a parrot?" Tang Yixien asked with a smile.

Jin Xiaoxiao felt a little comforted when she saw the parrot made her master smile.

The last time he saw Tang Yixian, he was amused by Cuicui, so he prepared this gift on his birthday, intending to give it to Tang Yixian.

In the end, it was not sent out.

"It's a gift from my father." Jin Xiaoxiao said lightly.

"Really? Uncle Jin is quite childish." Tang Yixien picked up the melon seeds under the bird rack and handed them to the little yellow-feathered parrot.

Maybe all the little animals like Tang Yixien, the little yellow-haired boy is very happy and jumps with his wings flapping.

"Happy birthday, Master, may you be happy and healthy..." the parrot said swayingly.

......

Tang Yixien's hand froze in mid-air, and his heart was moved.

No matter how dull he was, he realized that this was a birthday gift from Jin Xiaoxiao.

Tang Yixien didn't look back. This feeling was like a weakness that he couldn't face.

If Sheng Qingye could let it go, it would be because that wolf cub seemed to be able to tolerate any beating.

It seemed as if he became full of energy again after a while, but he left and he didn't know what would happen to Jin Xiaoxiao.

Tang Yixian turned around, his handsome eyes concealing the emotion, and said in a calm tone,

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao."

A trace of embarrassment flashed through Jin Xiaoxiao's heart. This parrot was really unreliable.

I have taught it so many times before, but it never said anything. It is like a stage fright.

"Master, please sit down." Jin Xiaoxiao broke the awkwardness.

At this time, the water has boiled and is bubbling with hot steam.

"Does this parrot have a name?" Tang Yixian asked softly as he sat down.

"Not yet. Master, do you have any ideas?" Jin Xiaoxiao poured the hot water in the pot into the celadon teapot.