Chapter 520: Long-Distance Show-Off
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Shen Ying gave him a look, and then answered, still lazily, "Oh."
"Is sect master willing to forgive her?" Jian Xing felt a joy. "Then..."
"I don't forgive her!" She interrupted.
The joy on Jian Xing's face froze, and he spurted out subconsciously, "Why?"
"Umm... Is this very hard to understand?" Shen Ying's head tilted, as though not understanding why he'd ask such a question. She thought about it, and then suddenly turned to Mushroom beside her and said, "Mushroom, hit him once."
"Huh?" Mushroom was stunned, and then immediately nodded obediently, "Okay!"
It bit the fruit in its mouth, reached out in both hands to make a mushroom the size of a bowl, and then threw it forcefully towards Jian Xing's face, even making a forceful cry, "Hey!"
Jian Xing couldn't react for a moment, and that mushroom slapped onto his face immediately. The mushroom which was just made was naturally soft, and it wasn't painful. It bounced off the face at once and fell on the ground, but leaving a black, wet circle on his face. That was a Shiitake Mushroom.
Jian Xing stiffened, and he was about to burst out.
But Shen Ying looked at Mushroom and said first, "Mushroom, apologize!"
"Oh." Mushroom nodded, took the fruit out of its mouth and said, "Sorry."
Jian Xing, "..."
"Do you get it?" asked Shen Ying. "If you get it, go back and continue practicing sword techniques." Not all apologies could get forgiveness, much less apologies with purposes.
Jian Xing gave him a look, and many emotions flashed across his eyes, but they dimmed down eventually. He cupped his fists and saluted again, before he turned back somewhat dizzily and left.
"Oh, and!" Shen Ying actually spoke again. "About the matter earlier, I didn't really mind it, and didn't intend to tell at first, but you all sought trouble for yourselves and provoked Father Niu's anger. Since it was already dealt with, this is an end to it. If they still can't let go..." Her eyes narrowed, "Later... If Father Niu gets sad, I really will be angry."
"..." Jian Xing paled. He did actually come with the intention of letting her forgive his sister first. Once she agreed, he could beg Master to fetch Zhi Lin back again. But he didn't expect her to see through him with just one look. His heart sank, and his footsteps quickened immediately, leaving the back mountain.
Mushroom's face was blank, completely not knowing what they were talking about. But it didn't pay much attention to it. It directly leaped down, picking up that huge mushroom on the ground, and ran to the side of the immortal vein and planted it down. "Shouldn't waste it." It was a pretty big one!
Shen Ying had also sat enough. She thought that Father Niu should have left the kitchen, and waved at Mushroom, "I'm going back."
"Yup. Goodbye, Shen Ying!" Mushroom also wagged its tail.
Only then did she slowly stand up, but a familiar voice actually came from the side of her body, "Master..."
Shen Ying was stunned. She looked all around, before finally remembering that voice transmission amulet stuffed inside her storage bag. She reached out and dug for a long time before getting it out. "Chef?"
"Master!" That voice was raised, full of surprise and joy. "I've sent voice transmissions to you every day. Why are you only responding now?"
"Oh, I stuffed it in the bag and forgot about it." There were too many things inside. It was lucky that some stored fruits were cleared out, so that this amulet came to the top."
"Master..." The voice in the amulet took on some grievance, but it was soon replaced by a lot of concern. "Are you well? Did you eat and sleep properly? Do you still step on your quilt at night? Oh yeah, you should have finished those dishes I left, right? I asked Father Niu to bring back new ones, have you received them? If they are not enough..."
"What? Father Niu brought dishes?" If she had known, she wouldn't come pretending to water mushrooms. Shen Ying's footsteps quickened towards the back palace.
"Don't be anxious, Master. I know those aren't enough. I've already cooked more and let Hong Meng send to you separately."
"Good Chef!" Fortunate that he did so.
"Master, there will still be a few days before I can come back. I have to stay back in Purple Night Palace, don't go down the mountain in any case."
"Uh..." She had already gone down once.
"And, thought the back mountain there was smaller than that of Invincible Sect, you must ask someone to show you the way. Radish is not here, you should ask Mushroom."
"Hmm."
"Also, please don't eat too much of the fruit, eat some pastries from time to time. They are all in the storage bag, be patient and dig for them."
"Hmm-hmm."
"The weather is already turning cold. Though Master is not scared of cold, it is still better to add a few layers of clothing. I've already put them all in the cupboard in your room."
"Alright, alright, alright."
"If anything happens, you must notify me first. I've already set the transportation array, I'll rush back immediately.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"And Master..."
"Yes?"
"I... miss you a lot!"
"..." Shen Ying's footsteps paused. She felt something warm flowing across her heart. The corner of her mouth raised up for no reason.
"Master? Master!" Seeing that she didn't reply, Chef called out twice carefully. Did she get angry?
Shen Ying laughed. "Really?"
"Huh?"
"You really miss me so much?" Shen Ying smiled even deeper.
"... Yes."
"How do you miss me?"
"Huh?" Chef was stunned. What how?
"You can't say it? Then write three thousand words and send it over. Format not restricted, due in three days." She had never received a love letter and wanted to try it.
"Oh... Okay."
"Good boy!"
Three days later.
A white spirit bird flapped its wings and flew into back palace. A certain old father recognized the aura belonging to Chef on there and thought that something big happened at Purple Night Palace. He made the unfortunate decision of producing a hand seal. Instantly, the spirit bird turned into a thick pile of letters, falling into his hand.
He looked down and realized that on the paper was written densely words of yearning for a certain foodie. The magnificence of language and richness of emotions were abominable!
Lonemoon felt a stuffiness about his heart. In a moment, he only wanted to slap the thing in his hand hard onto a certain person's face.
Go to hell with your romantic show-off!
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After coming back from one experiential training, the original nine disciples had been reduced to four at once. Lonemoon did feel rather irritated, but there was no regret. He chased those disciples out of the mountain not only because of Shen Ying, but because their attitudes were really not suitable. Should it be in the previous small world, where they were in a large sect, they may not be given up on directly.
But these few were nurtured to found sects in the first place, which meant that they would be the role models of all cultivators in this world. But with emotional qualities like this, one couldn't imagine what a group of cultivators they would become.
Actually, he could imagine why they were so. Those who were chased out came onto the mountain at around ten years old, and had never faced any big obstacles, nor any significant failures. After suddenly becoming cultivators who rose high among living beings, they naturally thought that they were better than others, and looked nothing in the eye. They were too confident with themselves, such that even after Fatty's reminder, they still believed that Shen Ying was just a mortal whom could be offended easily, and mortals should be inferior to them