After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

In the dilapidated temple, two old men with white beards and Shen Yanqing stood in the center with their hands behind their backs. In front of them stood Sang Mo and Bai Mucheng.

The two had black mouths and noses, and Bai Mucheng wore two big holes in the skirt behind her buttocks while skating.

"Why don't you go home at night?!" The old man with a white beard wearing the peak master's uniform stared at the two of them with an angry look on his face.

At first glance, he looks like a good-tempered, easy-to-talk old man with white hair and a childish face. Even if he tries very hard to keep a straight face, there is no trace of severity on his face.

"Grandpa, I accompanied Junior Sister Su to secretly deliver winter supplies to the people in Yunhuai Mountain. I came here to do a good deed." Bai Mucheng said in a low voice, unconvinced.

When Grandpa Bai heard this, he immediately became friendly and said, "Oh, it turns out he is doing something good..."

"Cough cough cough..." The old man with a square face and white beard next to him suddenly coughed a few times with his eyes narrowed.

Grandpa Bai quickly put away his smile when he saw this, "Even if you are delivering supplies, you should go home early."

"Grandpa!" Bai Mucheng yelled angrily, walked over and took the old man's arm, showing him his bruised hand, which had a piece of skin the size of a fingernail.

"Look at me, I'm hurt, I'm almost dying of pain!"

When Grandpa Bai saw this, he immediately became anxious and forgot all the blame and anger. "Oh, my dear, have you received any medicine for such a big wound?"

"Senior brother, why are you...? Didn't you agree to teach her a lesson this time?" The square-faced old man was helpless.

"What injury?!" He Wenjie's majestic voice suddenly sounded.

He came over and grabbed Bai Mucheng's hand and took a look at it, then threw it hard and let go, asking, "Did you get a scratch while skating?"

Bai Mucheng denied it, "No! Without skating, we just distributed supplies!"

He Wenjie's face suddenly sank, "Please touch your skirt before talking!"

Bai Mucheng didn't know why. She looked down and then reached out to touch the back.

Sang Mo also turned his head to look behind him.

"..."

The two froze at the same time.

Sang Mo quickly reached out to touch her butt. Fortunately, the fox fur she wore was long enough.

Bai Mucheng's face turned red, but she was still unconvinced and argued, "Anyway, he was injured by the monster just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, several disciples came in holding the monster trap in their hands and escorting the monster just now.

He Wenjie pointed his sword at the monster, "Have you ever scratched my junior sister's hand?!"

The monster seemed to be unable to speak yet, shouting "Ahhh..." and quickly knelt down and shook its head wildly.

He Wenjie turned to look at Bai Mucheng, who looked guilty, "What should I do? It says it doesn't have it."

Bai Mucheng's eyes rolled around, he raised his chin, and said with an unconvinced look on his face: "Where did it speak? Why didn't I hear it?"

The monster became anxious when he heard this. He stretched out his fat claws, showed his long nails, and gestured wildly on the spot.

The meaning seems to be: How can I cause such a small wound with such a big claw?

Everyone present knew this and looked at Bai Mucheng with an expression of "You pretend, you keep pretending."

Bai Mucheng had no choice but to admit her mistake.

The two were severely reprimanded and finally taken back to Changli Mountain overnight.

Sang Mo was exhausted, and when he returned to Changwu Residence, he smelled a scent.

She stretched her neck and sniffed, "Is there anything delicious?"

Sang Mo went all the way to the side courtyard in search of the scent, and saw a round table filled with food.

"Wow, Master, did you order some noodles?"

Shen Yanqing stood behind him, "Didn't I tell you to come back earlier?"

Sang Mo turned around, "Huh?"

She scratched the back of her head, as if that was the case.

"I forgot."

Shen Yanqing was silent for a moment, "That's all, let's eat food."

Sang Mo suddenly became happy when he heard this, ran to wash his hands, and then washed his face carefully.

When he returned to the table, Shen Yanqing had already sat down. Sang Mo sat down opposite him, picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat.

"How?" Shen Yanqing suddenly asked.

Sang Mo stuffed his mouth full and nodded quickly when he heard this.Although it was not as delicious as the food at Shanxia Restaurant, Sang Mo was hungry so he didn't care about it.

However, this dish doesn’t seem to be made by the cafeteria aunt.

After Sang Mo was seventy percent full, he began to analyze the dishes.

The sweet and sour fish was too sour, the tenderloin wasn’t crispy, and…

Who cooked this?How dare you come out to book a table even if your level is so low.

She looked up at Shen Yanqing, who seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

Sang Mo thought about it for a while, but still didn't say anything to displease him.

After eating, Shen Yanqing's puppet went to wash the dishes.

Sang Mo suddenly remembered that so many people tonight knew about Shen Yanqing's anonymous delivery of supplies.

This is completely contrary to Shen Yanqing's "not to be ostentatious".

According to Bai Mucheng, will the leader cause trouble for him?
Sang Mo thought about it and looked at Shen Yanqing. After becoming the head teacher, he had been very busy every day, and now he had to go back to the study to deal with chores.

She just confessed that she had done such a small thing, but she also messed up.

Sang Mo felt a little guilty.

While he was thinking, a puppet suddenly handed Sang Mo a gift box.

Sang Mo opened it in confusion and found that it was a small and cute hairpin that looked like a sword.

After Sang Mo picked it up, he smiled and said: "If it can be enlarged, it will really be a good weapon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hairpin suddenly grew several times larger, and green spiritual light shone around the blade.

Sang Mo was shocked and took the sword in his hand and waved it a few times. The powerful sword energy immediately disturbed the air around him.

This is actually a divine weapon!
She quickly stopped and took the sword in her hand to examine it carefully.

Under the green gem on the sword hilt, the word "Huiqing" is engraved.

"Back to the Green Sword!" Sang Mo was overjoyed. He took the sword and ran to Shen Yanqing's study, "Master, Master, is this divine sword given to me?"

Shen Yanqing was taking notes. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words, and just said: "Yes."

"Master is the best!"

...

The next day, Sang Mo went down the mountain early in the morning to attend to the martial arts tournament.

As soon as they arrived at the competition ground, Bai Mucheng suddenly jumped out and took Sang Mo's arm, "Oh, I only found out this morning that yesterday was your birthday."

"I really shouldn't have kept you entertained for so long yesterday."

birthday?

Sang Mo was stunned for a while before he realized that yesterday was Su Jinyi's birthday.

No wonder Shen Yanqing booked a table and gave her a divine sword.

"How is it? Have you eaten longevity noodles?" Bai Mucheng asked.

Sang Mo shook his head in confusion, "Longevity noodles? What is that?"

Bai Mucheng stood up straight when she heard the words, "It's a very long bowl of noodles, which means longevity."

There seemed to be a bowl of noodles last night, and Shen Yanqing personally served it to her later. It was more delicious than all the dishes on the table.

It turned out to be longevity noodles.

Sang Mo was about to reply that he had eaten it, but then he thought that the noodles he ate last night were very hot and chewy. It didn't look like it was sent from afar, but it seemed like it had just been cooked and served.

and many more!

That table of dishes last night, and that bowl of longevity noodles... couldn't have been made by Shen Yanqing, right?

Thinking of Shen Yanqing's only two cooking experiences, Sang Mo quickly shook his head.

No, Shen Yanqing is not someone who can cook willingly.

He clearly knew that he was not Su Jinyi...

However, the dish last night really didn’t look like something a chef could make!

(End of this chapter)