In winter, just after the drizzle, a carriage left a deep rut mark on the muddy land.

The driver who drove the car was a middle-aged man. He looked like a dark farmer in the countryside, but he was a little taller than ordinary people.

His beard was very dense, probably with a beard, but he did not accumulate his beard.

What is more abrupt is that his dark and rough face has a pair of squinting eyes.

If Lu Xun saw it, he would definitely pay special attention. He has watched a lot of anime, and in his impression, his squinting eyes are all monsters!

The dark man seemed to have seen something, suddenly stopped the carriage, then jumped down, and said, "Hey, this wild vegetable is good. You can stew the soup for the teacher later and let him taste the dishes I have newly developed."

Although his cooking skills are unanimously disliked by everyone and he also likes to develop some speechless new dishes, he is always keen on cooking and feels that he can one day become a peerless chef.

So, along the way, once he sees good ingredients, he will always stop.

Inside the carriage, a middle-aged scholar wearing an old white shirt sighed. He leaned against the car window, looked outside, and then closed his taste with his spiritual power.

The dark man parked the carriage on the side of the road, took out a complete set of kitchen utensils and tableware from the storage ring, and began to do what would make him feel happiest.

Not long after, he cooked a pot of green and sticky vegetable soup.

He took a bite by himself, and then his face became darker.

After tasting it, he tasted it, and felt that he hadn't tasted anything. Then he savored it carefully, and felt that he had tasted the fragrance of nature.

"It's not bad, at least it's improved compared to before. It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not. The gentleman always cares about this kind of intention." He said in his heart.

Holding the soup and rice, he stood outside the carriage and said, "Sir, it's time to have a meal."

"Please bring it in." said the middle-aged scholar who was already ready.

But when he saw the appearance of the soup, he immediately felt that his preparation was still not sufficient.

"Forget it, my intention is the most important."

The dark man was right. Mr. is such a person. He pays more attention to his intentions. As long as everyone remembers him in everything and thinks of him in everything, he will feel happy.

"Last brother, how far is it from the Demon Sect?" asked the gentleman.

The dark man, Zhuge Laifu, replied: "If you continue to rush like this, it will probably take seven days."

"It will take seven days, slower." After thinking about it, the gentleman looked at the sticky vegetable soup in his hand and couldn't help but say, "Fly back."

"Okay." Zhuge Laifu nodded and said, "It's been several months, and I haven't seen my junior brother yet."

The gentleman had an indifferent expression on his face.

After dinner, Zhuge Laifu listened to his husband's words and released the horse.

What's amazing is that the horse is still unwilling to leave, and it looks quite spiritual.

"Let's go, find a place to practice well." Zhuge Laifu waved at it again.

This time, the big dark horse knew that it was useless to persevere and did not dare to cheat. He lowered his horse's head, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times like a big gift, and then got up and ran towards the forest.

The horse-free carriage looked a little weird. Zhuge Laifu sat up and muttered, "Don't~!"

Then, his rough big hand waved in the air, and the whole carriage floated up. Then he flew higher and higher, faster and faster until it turned into a black light and disappeared.

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The gentleman returned to the sect, but this news did not cause much trouble in the Demon Sect.

For the disciples of the Demon Sect, the whereabouts of the Mr. are not something they can understand. The disciples of the Demon Sect don’t know when the Mr. is in the back mountain and when he is not there at all.

Including Chen Yan and others, they didn't know that Mr. He had returned to the sect at first, but they felt the breath of the third uncle Zhuge Laifu, so they guessed that Mr. He had come back and quickly got up to greet him.

Chen Yan and the four main peaks stood in a row, saluting to the carriage floating in the air and said, "Welcome to the sect!"

After saying that, he did not forget to bow to Zhuge Laifu: "I have met the Third Master Uncle."

Zhuge Laifu nodded with a smile, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted up, revealing the slightly raised palm of an orchid finger. The gentleman poked his head out of the carriage and waved casually:

"I have said it many times, don't do this, go back and do your own things."

He didn't ask anything like "The Demon Sect has been safe recently", and he didn't care about this. To be precise, there were not many things worthy of his concern.

When Chen Yan and others heard this, they looked at each other and smiled, quickly gave way to the husband, and asked the carriage to continue floating towards the back mountain.

In the small study in the back mountain, Mao Nanbei was lying on her big rattan chair and basking in the warm winter sun. Suddenly, her cat's ears moved slightly, and then she sat up from the rattan chair, which scared the little mute beside her.

Mao Nanbei turned his head and headed into the house: "Lu Xun! Come out quickly!"

Lu Xun ran out for some unknown reason and asked, "What's wrong with Senior Sister Fourth, I was shocked."

"I felt the breath of my third senior brother. The sir should be back." After Mao Nanbei said that, he stretched out his little hand, grabbed Lu Xun with one hand, and grabbed Lin Chan with the other, and flew towards the direction of the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, the second senior sister was still sitting high on the huge rock, but it was obvious that she was waiting for something.

"Sir, are you back so soon?" Lu Xun was slightly surprised.

He raised his hand and sorted out his robes, hoping to leave a better first impression on his husband.

Of course, with its natural charm 10, Lu Xun is very confident and feels that there is no reason to leave a bad first impression.

A simple black carriage landed in the bamboo forest, and the dark man driving jumped out of the carriage.

He glanced at Lu Xun and couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted up, and a middle-aged man wearing an old white shirt and looking very ordinary looked walked out of the carriage.

He is not tall, shorter than Lu Xun. His temperament is not as outstanding as Lu Xun. He is a bit like a poor and down-and-out scholar who cannot pass the exam.

And Lu Xun clearly saw his raised orchid fingers and the small steps he took when walking... he was a little angry.

The most important thing is that everyone in the Demon Sect wore black robes, and the female disciples wore black shirts or black skirts, only he was wearing white clothes.

To say something disrespectful, Lu Xun felt that the gentleman revealed a slut inside and outside...

And while he was looking at his husband, the husband was also looking at him.

The gentleman just glanced at him and couldn't help frowning slightly and let out a sound:

"Um?"
Chapter completed!