Chapter 3: Offering Tea

Mo Shulin decided to go to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea, knowing full well this type of Master wouldn’t want to go anywhere.

The kitchen was separated from the main hall to avoid from catching fire, also the main house was heightened a section to fend off from insects. Mo Shulin could no longer access the kitchen from the outdoor corridor with awning, instead he needed to walk into the knee-deep snow by foot.

Going to the kitchen is indeed very troublesome, but in order to win Bai Yuming’s favor, he must have etiquette.

After the pouring snow had stopped, the peak’s scenery became holy and pristine as the whole place was covered by silver white snow, the stunning peak scenery was similar to it’s owner, with a…

Thinking of those tender, white and delicate feet, Mo Shulin felt that the soft white snow on the mountain has paled in comparison.

Mo Shulin felt annoyed at the lingering memory of those delicate feet, didn’t know on how to forget those messy images from his mind.

Mo Shulin, who was only ten years old, finally opened the kitchen door, only to find that the kitchen was empty.

The dust in the kitchen is as thick as a nails deep, daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil and salt are completely absent, with rusty pots and kitchen knives. The chopping board has obviously grown some molds, and it can be seen that not only is the chopping board haven’t been used to cook anything, but it seemed that this thing haven’t even been cleaned for a long time. The kitchen door stays open all year round, so the light could penetrate inside, making the temperature warmer.

When he went to the kitchen area, he realized that Mahayana Elders doesn’t need any food, so it’s reasonable on why the kitchen looked so neglected.

Fortunately, there are still some items in Mo Shulin’s storage bag.

He took out the tea set, saucer, tea bag, and spirit water from the storage bag, Mo Shulin used the firewood in the kitchen for an unknown period of time to boil the spirit water, until there’s a hot water to dip in the tea.

After that, Mo Shulin didn’t forget to warm the remaining water after making some tea. He thought he could drink a sip of hot tea to warm himself up.

Mo Shulin returned to the main hall with the brewed tea.

Bai Yuming was still reading the script with relish, his body was curled into a ball-shaped, with head leaning against the seat and feet curled up on the armrest. It seems he have finished reading the last script, and now this book is called “Ghost King Tyrant Marries Pear Flower Fairy”.

Perhaps the plot is too intense and terrifying, his toes curled slightly to buckle at the armrest, hands were stiff when holding the script, pinching the cover until it leaves a mark. The content is too exciting. Bai Yuming frowned, his teeth biting his lower lips, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on the text, afraid and unwilling to set the script down.

“…” Mo Shulin could only hold the tea and wait.

After a short while, Bai Yuming finished reading the thrilling plot and has reached at the transition chapter. He exhaled slowly, his whole body began to relax. The feet that had originally stepped on the armrest slowly straightened as the body eased, turning back to his original lazy posture of resting. Those feet swayed in mid-air again, as if he were still reminiscing about the intense and exciting scene, and didn’t notice Mo Shulin who’s standing by.

Mahayana cultivators are really not vigilant. No wonder Bai Yuming was so easily planted in the previous life. Only half an hour after Mo Shulin worshipped Bai Yuming as his master, he understood that Bai Yuming was really not alert. Seeing the dangling feet, Mo Shulin sighed, not knowing what to do.

With a cruel heart, he simply knelt in front of Bai Yuming and offered tea with both hands respectfully, “Thank you Master for taking this disciple in, please Master have a cup of tea.”

Bai Yuming looked at the Mo Shulin’s dark eyes for a moment after glancing at the tea. Only to realize that he was no longer alone, but had an additional disciple.

“Yes, that’s right. Disciple has offered to drink the tea, then I’ll drink it.” Bai Yuming said afterwards.

Bai Yuming put down the script, and stepped on his shoes, with a red robe covering his feet, revealing only two toes like tender lotus buds that’s peeking through, as if they were shy, making it even more lovely.

Mo Shulin blushed when he saw it. He’s a child now. He didn’t have too many thoughts that he shouldn’t have. He only felt that this respected master wasn’t a serious person and would often humiliate himself. It’s really a rabbit demon, with a demon-like behavior. Right now, even if he’s in a human form, he still doesn’t have the courtesy, justice and shame that a person should have. Mo Shulin was ashamed of this, and felt that he should correct his words and deeds after he got reborn.

Bai Yuming took Mo Shulin’s tea, that has a fragrant taste and moderate temperature. Although it is not the best spirit tea, it’s also a good product among mortals.

“Not bad, it’s a good tea.” Bai Yuming praised politely.

Bai Yuming felt that he shouldn’t disappoint his disciple, so he drank it again after two sips.

Ordinary people would take a sip or two, waiting for the master to act first and the other will follow suit. It was the first time that Mo Shulin, a man of two generations, experiencing this scene of drinking tea with his master.

Mo Shulin saw Bai Yuming smacking his lips after drinking, he’s clearly enjoying the tea.

In order to establish the image of a good, well-behaved disciple that’s also sensible and considerate, Mo Shulin can only ask carefully: “Master, do you still want to drink more?”

Bai Yuming was stunned. He originally only wanted to give the disciple some face, but he didn’t realize the disciple thought he was thirsty. But looking at the disciple’s dark and innocent eyes, Bai Yuming will became really embarrassed if he refused, and could only answer: “Okay, then, let’s have another cup.”

The sensible and considerate disciple Mo Shulin could only step on the knee-deep snow and went to the kitchen, pouring a cup of tea.

However, Bai Yuming is a person who doesn’t waste a bit of food. This teacup is a hand-painted blue and white porcelain cover bowl teacup that’s larger than a palm. After he waited for the tea, Bai Yuming has forgotten to learn the lesson and finished another tea in two or three mouthfuls.

Mo Shulin: “……”

Mo Shulin couldn’t help but think that Bai Yuming really like tea so much, he asked again: “Master, do you want more?”

Bai Yuming came into realization, “……”

Facing the disciple’s dark eyes that were cautious, Bai Yuming couldn’t bear to refuse, lest his disciple will become angry, so he could only grit his teeth and said, “Then, please pour some more.”

Such a cute little disciple, how could he bear to hurt the little disciple’s heart.

The tea poured by his disciple must be drunk.

His disciple’s question must be agreed.

Like chicken talking to a duck, the two people drank one cup after another. After drinking seven or eight cups, Bai Yuming’s stomach was full until it was swelling, soon he thought of an excuse, “By the way, as a master, I should give you something.”

There’s no table in the room, and Bai Yuming placed the tea cups on another chair.

Seeing the teacup was finally set aside, both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Finally no more tea.

Finally no more tea.

Bai Yuming took out his storage bag and looked inward while digging the items out, but the more he digs it out, the more he frowns.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Seeing Bai Yuming’s face, Mo Shulin hurried to relieve the tension, “Master doesn’t have to spend money. This disciple’s spirit root is injured and cannot be cultivated with spiritual energy. Spirit stones is equivalent to ordinary money, and artifacts are even more useless to me. It’s a great honor for this disciple to be accepted by the master, and this disciple is extremely grateful to master. Rather than storing those things as scraps at the disciple’s place, it’s better for Master to keep in his hands and realize their due value.”

Mo Shulin exaggerated a bit.

His spirit root was indeed abolished, but his Qi Refining period cultivation base was still there. Due to the influence of demonic energy, his cultivation level was unable to enter breakthroughs. If his spirit root is completely destroyed, how can he cultivate into the demonic path in his previous life?

Mo Shulin just said that because he didn’t want to embarrass the impoverished Bai Yuming.

But Bai Yuming has already given him the title of inner disciple and gave him a place to live in, that alone already made Mo Shulin very content.

“That’s right.” Bai Yuming found an item for his disciple, and decided to take out a white rabbit fur from his storage bag, his cheeks were a little flushed.

It was the rabbit fur that he shed last year. Although the rabbit fur isn’t directly shaved, it can be sold for money when collected. Though it’ll be a little strange to give their disciple their own body hair.

Mo Shulin didn’t know that it was Bai Yuming’s rabbit hair, but thought it was cotton or something to keep out the cold.

Seeing the little hair ball, he seemed to have millions of monsters running past. If he didn’t say anything, would Bai Yuming really wanted to give him a hairball?

The master gave their disciple a tuft of hair, which is very ridiculous. And the quantity is so small, it’s not even as large as a finger cot. His master is really poor to the level of a god.

Mo Shulin thought that he had been accustomed to big winds and waves in his two lives, and he couldn’t think that there was a sky outside the sky, and there were people outside the world. Bai Yuming was really a genius in the world of masters.

Bai Yuming felt that he didn’t have anything good to give, so he took a few scripts from his storage bag and handed them to Mo Shulin, “Now that the mountain is covered by heavy snow, there won’t be anything you could do for a while, you only need to maintain the place once a while.”

The elder’s offerings will be issued soon, Bai Yuming thought, it’s not too late to buy something for the little disciple when the offerings are issued. It’s all because he doesn’t have the habit of saving money, and he spends it every month after he received the offerings. Now he’s really poor and in vain.

Mo Shulin thought it was a martial arts techniques or a secret cultivation for strengthening the body, took the book from Bai Yuming with a smile on his face.

However, when he saw the title of the book, his smile froze.

Master really dare to give these scripts to him.

“The strongest demon and unfeeling immortal” “The sky-high price of the great power of crossing wife robbery” “Moron farmer farming counter-attack sub Cultivation Road,” “Tender doctor fairy, don’t run” “Get Demon Lord to love Male concubine”

The names of the first few books are very gaudy. The relationship between the three realms gradually became tense, and Bai Yuming actually have a love story about Demon Lords. This is simply a test on the edge of danger. No wonder the previous Bai Yuming was so easily schemed. Reading these books all day, the minds of a Mahayana cultivator will be broken.

No matter how turbulent his heart is, Mo Shulin still earnestly accepted the book given by Bai Yuming and thanked his master as quiet as possible.

“Un. Then you can find a place to settle yourself. There are no one on the mountain, so no need to be restrained. The house is small, and I don’t have much work to do. I’ll take care of myself first. The weather is cold these days and the mountains are dangerous so don’t wander outside and just stay inside, if you’re bored just read those scripts and drink some tea. My bedroom is on the right. If you have something to talk about, you can go next door to find me and chat.”

Bai Yuming felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong, so he said, “Then I’ll go back to the room and rest.” It’s better to go back to the room and read a script.

Mo Shulin received Bai Yuming’s gift, but he didn’t know what to complain about.

When he saw Bai Yuming, he knew that Bai Yuming is a rabbit demon that doesn’t work all the time, and has never took care any disciples. Fortunately, he’s not a real ten-year-old child, otherwise he’d be nurtured to be like Bai Yuming.

But no matter how unreliable Bai Yuming is, no matter how ruined the house is, Yuexue Peak is always a good place to go.

In his previous life, he was just an outer disciple who was oppressed by others, but in this life he was inexplicably awarded the title of inner disciple.

Thinking that there is a middle-grade spirit stone to pick up every month without having to do tasks, Mo Shulin felt that the air was very fresh, and even the snowy weather became exceptionally beautiful.

There’s not much difference between the thatched house and a small farmyard.

The thatched house is only one storey high. To the north located Bai Yuming’s bedroom, main hall and study room. The east row is the residence for the disciples, divided into four equally. The house on the north and the house on the east are connected by an outdoor corridor. To the west is the kitchen, and to the south is the courtyard gate that has collapsed. It’s estimated that there was a fencing in the yard, which happened to be square. It’s just that the fence has broke down and hasn’t been repaired ever since.

Mo Shulin chose the one that neared the study. There are beds, tables, and cabinets in this place. Although there’s as much dust as the one in the kitchen, the wood is solid. Mo Shulin already checked it and didn’t take out the bed from his storage bag when he felt it was okay. Saving some is still saving, who knows if he’ll have any spare beds after this one broke.

It was impossible to read what Bai Yuming gave. As a disciple, Mo Shulin naturally did what a disciple should do.