Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The picture of a few minutes flashed back and forth in Su Weiwei's mind countless times.

She felt that she had gone crazy at that time, her brain was short-circuited, and she couldn't think of anything else.

"Big Sister", "Master Blame", "What to do if found out"...

Whenever I think of one of them, I won't be so bold as to kiss him without any scruples, so that it will lead to the consequences that I don't know what to do now.

The whole night, Su Weiwei was in a daze in the yard until dawn, the only time he didn't hurry up to practice.

Suddenly, she came back to her senses, watching the light and shadow in the distance approaching rapidly in her heart.

Changhong was facing the sky, Yang Fei landed, took out an insulated lunch box from the storage ring and put it on the table, "Weiwei, is my brother still awake?"

"No, no!"

Su Weiwei's heart tightened, she couldn't speak fluently, and a blush appeared on her pretty face, because remembering what Yang Fei said before leaving last night, she really put it into practice, and it was thorough enough.

Suspicious, Yang Fei saw her strangeness at a glance, looked up and down and jokingly said, "What happened last night, did you succeed?"

She was naturally joking, and it was impossible for her to imagine what would really happen. She just guessed that the little girl might be shy in some small details, such as taking off her coat and covering the quilt.

"Sister Fei, what are you talking about!" Su Weiwei forced himself to be calm, turned his eyes away and reached out to touch the insulation box.

"My mother made the porridge. My brother will get up later and let him drink some. It will make his stomach feel better. Remember to remind him to go to the ancestral hall to offer incense."

Yang Fei said and walked out.

"Oh, sister Fei, where are you going?" Speaking of Yang Fan, she didn't know how to face it.

"Didn't your master say to find some disciples? It was too late yesterday."

"Oh."

Seeing the figure leaving, Su Weiwei turned to look at the window, hesitating whether to wake up Master.

At the same time, I thought: "Master will wake up later, you must keep calm, as usual, don't let him see it! It's all my fault, Sister Fei, ahhh, I'm so annoying..."

now.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Yang Fan opened his eyes and sat up, shaking his head, feeling refreshed after the alcohol dissipated.

This sleep was solid enough, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

Stretching, he took the clothes into his hands and put them on, recalling who sent him back last night.

As a result, I have no memory, and I am completely drunk.

When he was fully dressed and walked to the door of the bedroom, he suddenly stopped, and blurred images appeared in his mind, as if he had been kissed secretly, and then he turned his back on the host with a bully bow...

"I haven't had such a dream for a long time..."

Yang Fan pursed his lips and shook his head, thinking that he hadn't had sex with men and women for so many years in the dead world, and this sleep had immediate results, physiological needs.

"But why Su Weiwei?"

"It's not sister Tong, it should be sister-in-law."

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that it should be the reason why Su Weiwei had been wandering by his side all this time, leaving a deep impression on him.

"Well, there's Xiao Fei!"

Talking about taboos between master and apprentice, planted seeds in my heart, leading to fantasies in my sleep.

Yang Fan didn't take it seriously at all, who hasn't had a sex dream yet.

Su Weiwei who heard the commotion in the courtyard stood upright with her hands tied. As soon as Master's figure came into view, she immediately bowed her head and bowed down.

"Morning Master, Happy New Year!" It's okay, the voice didn't tremble, and the momentary face change was not noticed because he lowered his head early.

"Morning, Happy New Year!" Yang Fan nodded with a smile, his expression as usual, and walked to the well to wash up with the toiletries.

Su Weiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stepped into the room, went to the bedroom to make the bed and fold the quilt, made sure that there were no special marks left behind, and thought to himself: The man was really careless, he didn't even notice that the blanket was gone, he would secretly return it after washing it.

After tidying up and coming out, seeing that the master had already washed up, she smiled and said, "Master, Senior Sister Fei Yu just came here to remind you to go to the ancestral hall to offer incense after breakfast. It is the porridge made by my fourth aunt."

"it is good."

Yang Fan opened the lunch box, there were porridge, steamed stuffed buns, and side dishes. Even if he wasn't hungry, his appetite burst out, so he beckoned, "Weiwei, come and eat together."

Su Weiwei's heart warmed up, and her mood jumped again, "Okay! You eat first, and I'll brush my teeth!"

Five minutes later, the two sat at the stone table and had breakfast.

When Yang Fan saw her face, he couldn't help thinking of that dream again in his mind, and he felt a strange feeling. He murmured in his heart, could it be that he yearned for her subconsciously?

Su Weiwei lowered her head and ate earnestly, not daring to mention anything about last night, for fear of being accidentally exposed.

However, Yang Fan asked, "Who sent me back yesterday?"

"Oh, it's me and Sister Fei."

Yang Fan nodded, "I didn't make a fool of myself, did I?"

Su Weiwei squeezed the buns in her small hands, "It's okay, but Master, you really can't drink, so you must drink less next time, and you have to refine it if you drink."

I added a sentence in my heart: Otherwise, if I meet someone like me, I may not be so toward you. What if I threaten you with this kind of thing.

As she was thinking about it, she asked again in a strange way: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"...Well, I haven't slept well for a long time."

Can dreams be bad?

It's just that Yang Fan had a vague impression that his dream had ended before it was finished.

This is not quite right.

When I usually have this kind of dream, the release of elite soldiers means that the dream is over.

"Eliminate the rest, and I'll go offer incense." Yang Fan got up and walked out.

"Thank you, Master!"

Su Weiwei smiled sweetly, watched his figure go away, and slowly pursed her lips, feeling a little lost suddenly.

"Master should really know nothing."

She obviously didn't want to be discovered, but at this moment she wanted the other party to know something.

Human beings are like this. When it comes to certain people and certain things, their minds are always contradictory.

……

Nine fifty.

Yang Fan came to the meeting hall in Building No. [-].

Su Weiwei, Yang Fei, Li Yinwan, Yang Jian and his wife, Xu Yanwu, and Peng Tong were chatting happily.

"Just how many of you?"

"No, I found nineteen. I told them to come at 55:[-], and they will be there in a while." Yang Fei handed over the detailed list of Zongmen's disciples, "The circled ones are reliable, and their cultivation is not bad."

Yang Fan glanced at the documents and said, "Yang Fei, Li Yinwan, and Peng Tong stay here, and the others go to work."

"Yes, big brother (master)!"

A few people clasped their fists and retreated, exchanging glances with each other.

Su Weiwei turned her head and took a look at the entrance of the main hall, the little Weiwei in her body drew circles on the ground: What about me?Don't have my share?A bad master who doesn't recognize people when he lifts his pants!Oh well, I put it on for you and you don't remember anything...

She was present at both the meeting and the meeting yesterday, and probably guessed that this meeting was about finding an undercover agent from the sect, but she was not there.

This is unreasonable!

Am I not cultivated enough, or am I unreliable?

Su Weiwei felt sulking, rejected the party invitation from Yang Jian and others, and went back to the cave alone.

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