Chapter 11: Master’s Mouth

Facts have proven that after two or three heavy snowfalls, what Ye Qingling had said really happened and the thatched house finally broke.

No matter how hard Mo Shulin tried to maintain this place, the thatched house still fell under the first strong wind without any hesitation on the night of the heavy snowfall.

The knife-like wind was mixed with snow is enough to bury people alive.

Boom.

There was no time for Mo Shulin to react.

The whole roof fell down just like that.

The bamboo frame hit Mo Shulin’s head directly, almost taking his life away.

Thanks to this broken thatched house for a long time in disrepair, the piece of bamboo on Mo Shulin’s head has already been damaged by insects, though it was harder than Mo Shulin’s forehead, it still saved his life.

The day before the roof fell, Bai Yuming also taught him, saying, “Don’t look at my broken house. Have you ever heard of “The Inscription of the Shao Shi”? A deity can make a mountain, but not it’s altitude. A water doesn’t have to be deep, to have a dragon in it. Whereas a room can be lousy, I, myself is decent. this shows that, no matter how the house looks, how much was spent on the construction, you’ll only need me.”

Bai Ming emphasized,”Only need me!”

“Having enough precious gold is alright, but you don’t need those vulgar things to live a good life.

Master’s literary talent is indeed outstanding, but his face is equally outstanding.

As a junior, Mo Shulin could only sigh at Bai Yuming’s otherworldly face while nodding his head and saying yes, indicating that the nonsense Master was saying is really irrefutable.

But whether the house is good or bad, Mo Shulin doesn’t care at all.

He has been a human for two lifetimes, and he has long paid no attention to those foreign objects. He was grateful enough for Bai Yuming to give him a place to stay.

What’s more, no matter how good you live in, at the end of the day, it’s still another person’s house, and the middle-grade spirit stone in your pocket is also yours.

Mo Shulin is not a kid, so he would rather live in a thatched house with spiritual stones than live in a magnificent palace without any.

But I didn’t expect that Bai Yuming was white, but his mouth would be so unlucky. The thatched house lasted for so many years and nothing happened. As a result, when Bai Yuming said it yesterday the dilapidated house fell the next day.

After Mo Shulin was awakened, first he got out of the rubble, stepped on the broken roof, braved himself in the heavy snow, and ran to find Bai Yuming.

Bai Yuming can’t be seen anywhere, nor he could hear Bai Yuming’s voice after he called for help under the thatched roof.

Mo Shulin crouched on his hips, did not dare to scold the rabbit out loud, so he could only express the word “Grass!” with his mouth in a suffocated manner, then took a deep breath, and sighed heavily.

Mo Shulin sullenly stood beside the grass nest in his memory, and carefully dig away the debris with his hands.

After a while, Mo Shulin found something unexpected.

Under the wreckage laid a big white rabbit sleeping on all four.

This is still a very fat rabbit. It’s chubby, and its fur is snow-white, softer than cotton, it spreads out almost to fill the entire grass nest. Mo Shulin saw the rabbit was so fat that he wasn’t sure if this fat rabbit was his family’s graceful, charming, unparalleled Yuede Mahayana period Master.

But this is not the time to think about why the master is so fat.

“Master, Master.” Mo Shulin whispered.

Mo Shulin did not dare to touch Bai Yuming easily, because he was afraid that Bai Yuming would be bounced off and accidentally hurts himself.

Bai Yuming is a Mahayana cultivator, so he can’t really think that Bai Yuming can be bullied casually just because he looks easy to bully. Otherwise, why would everyone desire to cultivate? What they cultivate is to gain absolute strength that cannot be defeated by any demons.

The whistling noises of the wind were loud, so Mo Shulin’s whisper couldn’t be heard. Bai Yuming not only didn’t wake up, he didn’t even move his ears.

“Master.” Mo Shulin had to speak louder.

This time, Bai Yuming reacted.

The little fat rabbit groaned twice and kicked his rabbit’s legs, as if he wanted to kick the noise that disturbed his dreams.

Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Shulin was sure that this fat rabbit was really his master, not some random fat rabbit that came over to the mountains and occupied his master’s grass nest.

“Master.” Mo Shulin continued his efforts and called out again.

This time, Bai Yuming turned over and turned his body into a ball, and a pair of rabbit ears were pressed by the rabbit claws on both sides of his head. Because of the posture, the short furry tail was raised and aimed at Mo Shulin.

Mo Shulin: “…”

Furious, but I really want to poke Master’s tail.

Bai Yuming must have been reading the script without getting any sleep, only to fell asleep after his body has too much to eat. Now it’s the time where he’s still fast asleep and no one can wake him.

He gave up.

Mo Shulin simply sat up facing the wind, took out a spiritual umbrella that could resist howling wind and snow, waiting for Bai Yuming to wake up.

He wanted to sit for a while, memorizing spells and swordmanship’s technique in his head several times. But he couldn’t help, opening his eyes again and again, looking at the ball of fat rabbit.

Master is just such a round tuft.

His limbs are small.

There’s also a small tail.

I really want to poke.

No way, no way. Mo Shulin quickly closed his eyes and controlled himself as not to go astray and being expelled by his master.

But Mo Shulin was worried that he would take one less look. If you don’t take advantage on the time you can see now, when will you see this opportunity again?

Mo Shulin was entangled and struggled until dawn. Even after Bai Yuming woke up, he still couldn’t get an ideal answer.

But the little fat rabbit who slept sweetly turned over one body after another, Mo Shulin admired that the fat rabbit has such a soft body. It can be seen that not only cats are liquid, but fat rabbits who have cultivated to the Mahayana period can also make all kinds of liquid-like action.

The sun has risen.

After a whole night howling angrily. The wind is finally tired.

The embarrassing wrecked house has long been covered by white snow, the quiet and peacefulness is restored on Yuexue Peak. A little white fox jumped on the snow, adding a bit of vitality to Yuexuefeng.

“Disciple is early ah.” The sleepy Bai Yuming didn’t even want to understand what was going on. He saw Mo Shulin next to him and instinctively greeted him.

“…” Mo Shulin, who hasn’t slept all night, “Master, good morning.”

“The air is so fresh today. It’s beautiful.” The fat rabbit lay on its back on the grass nest, lazily. Stretching his body.

Mo Shulin watched as the fat white ball stretched a little bit, then duang, it’s body bounced back into the ball shape in a relaxed state.

Mo Shulin’s heart was beating faster seeing Bai Yuming’s cute appearance, but his expression did not reveal anything in the slightest, though there’s a trace of resentment in his eyes, “Master, look around.”

The fat rabbit just yawned, still squinting his eyes, obviously he didn’t look serious, answered casually, “Un? The snow is vast, very beautiful.”

Mo Shulin: “…”

Forget it, it’s not necessary, don’t be angry, you must respect your teacher and keep calm.

Mo Shulin chanted the those proverbs silently, “Master, the house collapsed.”

“Ah?! What?!!!” The fat rabbit jumped up and supported his chubby body with his four feet on the ground. He turned his head and looked around again and again.

“Ahhh? My house collapsed!” The fat rabbit pressed his claws on his face, couldn’t believe what he saw before him.

His shabby room is gone! ! ! !

Mo Shulin kept looking at the rabbit’s tail from the corner of his eyes, sensibly warned himself that he must remain calm.

Spirit stone, spirit stone, can’t poke, spirit stone, spirit stone, can’t poke…

Bai Yuming believes that his shabby room has really collapsed, and can only maintain the dignity of a master that he doesn’t have before, “Cough, look, this house phsycological quality is not good, so I can’t help but boast. Little Shushu you can take this as a warning.”

Mo Shulin: “…”

This broken house is repaired at no cost, and it’s useless to say ten thousand praises.