C19 Difficulties

I said, "Oh," and my mind went blank. My hands were raised, my limbs were stiff, and every movement was very stiff. I was so nervous that I had even read the incantation incorrectly. I looked at him embarrassedly. He didn't say anything, but I could see indifference in his eyes.

I shook my finger and once again cast "Strangle". It was a success, but at the same time, I didn't know what I triggered. Tears continuously flowed from my eyes.

Martial Uncle took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears at the corner of my eyes.

"It's not like I'm making things difficult for you, why are you crying?"

I shook my head.

Of course, that's not what I want. How can someone as strong as me cry so easily? Not to mention, it was in front of an incomparably cold Supreme Celestial. How could I …

He stumbled, but was still able to gain a bit of recognition.

"Not good enough. Not good enough."

It was just two sentences, but in the end, he had done the right thing. He waved his hand and called the Feng Zhu out, telling him to teach me how to act properly, while he sat by the side and quietly sipped on his tea.

I don't know why, but with Martial Uncle here, I was actually so nervous that my palms were sweating.

Even the Feng Zhu saw that I was nervous and whispered into my ear, "Why are you so absent-minded?"

Absence...

Indeed.

I tried my best to adjust my emotions, but I was still uneasy. When I couldn't see Uncle-Master, I could feel his gaze on me. Occasionally, I would glance at him and see him frowning.

Feng Zhu continued to console me: "You don't have to be afraid of my master. He is a little strict, but he is also a good example of a master. When you get along with him for a long time, you'll find that you've never met anyone who was so careful. "

In just a single day, I understood the meaning of Feng Zhu's words.

A single wrong word from the chant of an immortal spell would cause one to be stared at. As I had been stared at so many times, I felt embarrassed and thus took the initiative to shoulder the heavy responsibility of cleaning up the Clear Order Palace.

Every time I hefted the broom, I felt as if I had returned to Hengyue, as if I was still at Floating Cloud Palace. I would still diligently and incessantly repeat my daily work, not even sparing a single spider web.

The only difference was that I had learned the magic of cleaning the room, and the broom in my hand had been turned from a primary tool into an auxiliary tool.

Everything was in order, except that I was more careful and didn't want to break anything that belonged to Uncle-Master.

However, he was still scolded.

Uncle stood in front of me. Although he was still expressionless, there was a trace of anger in his voice. "Take a look around when you're resting. The corner is not clean at all!"

Hey, I really couldn't tell where it was not clean.

It was as if he had seen through my thoughts. He walked to a small corner and pointed at a dried up leaf. He didn't say anything and just stared at me.

I hastily bent down to pick up the dried up leaf. I pursed my lips to squeeze out two drops of tears and took out my ultimate skill. With teary eyes, I tightly stared at him. "Just now, there weren't any leaves there. It was clearly planted after I left …"

His face immediately darkened, his eyelashes drooped, and he said in a clear and cold voice, "Can't you watch it again?!"

Alright, alright, alright. I'll watch it a hundred times in the future, okay?

Seriously, he was even more troublesome than Daoist Hengyue!

But I managed to hold it in. I grumbled in my heart twice, then quickly answered, "Yes! Master! "

After that, I heard a "puchi" sound of someone laughing out loud, and upon closer inspection, it was Feng Zhu! It must be because he was made a fool of by Uncle-Master back then. Now that it's my turn, he started to gloat over my misfortune.

He really was a disciple trained by Uncle-Master. He didn't even know how to sympathize with others.

If it wasn't for Junior Master, I would definitely spit at him.

But now … I can only add: "From now on, I guarantee that you will be satisfied!"

I don't know what was wrong with the wording, but perhaps it was "you" or "satisfied" that I had offended him, but the sullen expression on my uncle-master's face seemed to deepen a bit. I hastily lowered my head, waiting for a reprimand.

After waiting for him to finish his sentence, I raised my head and saw that I was already in front of the Feng Zhu.

I let out a long breath, narrowed my eyes and stared at Feng Zhu, and in the end, imitated Seventh Senior Sister Zhi Xia and forcefully poked his chest, "You brat, you're really taking pleasure in this schadenfreude. Do you want to get beaten up or something? "

He smiled and bent his waist, stuck out his tongue and said, "I'm your senior brother, you definitely can't beat me."

I sternly replied, "We are not even considered a master. What kind of senior brother are you?! Moreover, don't underestimate my ability. If you can't beat me in a fight, then you'll have to fight. "

In the past, when I was training with Sister Eleven, I had already figured out the truth. I may not be able to beat you in immortal arts, but I can still make contact with your body through physical contact. For example … Beat him down!

Feng Zhu restrained his smile and coughed twice, looking like a righteous man: "Alright, alright, although I am not your senior brother, but you are following my master to study now, so no matter what, I am still half a senior brother right? Senior brother bullies junior sister, I will never do that! "

He patted his chest as if to increase my level of trust in him.

I rolled my eyes. "Who would believe that?!" Who knows what you might do! "

I was waiting for Feng Zhu to reply, but unexpectedly, there was silence. A moment later, a familiar voice came from behind me: "Qiao Yun, come over."

Goosebumps appeared one after another to welcome his arrival.