Wu Jiuzi was not polite and sat down: "Master Priest, how about you try Jiuzi's craftsmanship? Does it suit your taste?"
Fengjian Liuxiang picked up a pair of chopsticks, tasted it, and commented: "It's passable."
Not only is it passable, everyone praises her cooking, isn't it?
Forget it, getting words of praise out of the high priest's mouth would be more difficult than reaching the sky, so she wouldn't force it.
She poured another glass of wine for Fengjian Liuxiang: "Master Priest, please drink this glass to the full."
Fengjian Liuxiang glanced at her, picked up the drink and drank it in one gulp.
That’s quite generous!
Wu Jiuzi poured two more glasses for him. The fragrance left in the wind was very refreshing, and when the wine was dry, it was as smooth as flowing water.
"Master Priest..." Wu Jiuzi began to consider his words.
"It's time to change your words!" Fengjian Liuxiang cut her off with a half-smile on her lips: "I am your master now!"
There seemed to be something inexplicable hidden in the corners of his brows and eyes, which seemed both joking and serious.
Wu Jiuzi choked for a moment. For some reason, she couldn't say the word "master" to this heavenly priest.
I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it.
"You've paid tribute to me with three cups of apprenticeship wine. If you don't call me master, it won't be right." Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her with gleaming eyes, and there seemed to be a faint expectation in his eyes.
Wu Jiuzi was shocked by what he said about 'three cups of apprenticeship wine'.
He tightened his fingers on the wine glass and smiled: "This - is the priest joking? How can becoming a disciple be so simple..."
Subconsciously, she didn't want to recognize him as her teacher.
Fengjian Liuxiang supported her chin with one hand and twirled the wine glass with the other. Her voice was rare and gentle, as if she was discussing with her: "Is it too simple? Well, let's do something complicated. Kneel down and salute? Or burn incense and change clothes." Three bows and nine kowtows? Which one do you choose? I will rely on you."
The corners of Wu Jiuzi's eyes twitched. She didn't want to choose either: "I... this matter of apprenticeship..."
"This apprenticeship has been settled. The only difference is a matter of ceremony. No matter which one you want, I will support you. Originally, I was afraid of wronging you and wanted to let you go, but since you want It's more grand, and I can only accompany you as a teacher..." Fengjian Liuxiang smiled slightly, and his watery eyes were like flowers blooming quietly on a rainy night.
Wu Jiuzi: "..."
He added: "The entire Jiuhua Sect knows that you are my disciple, so please stop struggling in vain. It's useless."
Wu Jiuzi suddenly shuddered!
She actually had an illusion. She felt that the way he looked at her was like a cat looking at the little mouse under its paws, with a kind of cruel tenderness...
Forget it, just accept him as your disciple. At least you are no longer his cannon fodder junior sister...
He raised his head and met Fengjian Liuxiang's eyes again.
The expression on his face was obviously very elegant and calm, but Wu Jiuzi vaguely saw a mischievous smile in his eyes...
However, that smile flashed past and disappeared before anyone could catch it.
Her heart jumped inexplicably, and she had the illusion that she was being plotted again...
She raised her eyebrows and smiled magnanimously: "The priest is a very famous person, so why should he care about the vulgar rituals? Since three glasses of wine means becoming a disciple, why bother with anything else? This is the same as the priest. You don’t have any personality, right?”
Fengjian Liuxiang pondered for a moment: "So, you agree that those three glasses of wine represent apprenticeship?"