As soon as he entered the gate of the Medicine King Hall, Mu Yan was surprised to find that Master Xiaojiu was confronting the third senior brother.

Her third senior brother was as calm as ever. While siping tea, he also looked at the book in his hands from time to time.

Master Xiaojiu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him.

It's really a beard!

The disguised tiger was hung down directly, making the whole young man look particularly cute.

Mu Yan: Tsk... I really want to pinch it, how can I break it? If she starts pinching it, will Master Xiaojiu expel her from the sect because of bullying his master and migrating his ancestors?

With a lot of thoughts in my mind, Mu Yan was serious on his face and walked forward and said, "Master Ninth, what's wrong? Brother Third, are you unhappy?"

When Han Chujiu saw her, his face improved a little: "Good disciple, I heard from Xinglang that Xinglang has cured Diting's disease. I am really worthy of being my Han Chujiu's disciple."

He said, proudly stroking his beard with a look of honor.

Who knew that after this stroke, I realized that my beard had fallen off.

Han Chujiu panicked and hurriedly tried to stick his fake beard on.

How could he show his unmagnanimous side in front of his good disciple?

Mu Yan endured the smile and worked very hard.

But she knew she could not laugh, otherwise Master Xiaojiu, who was proud of her, would definitely be angry.

By the way, he glared at Chu Moli not far away and warned him not to mess with Han Chujiu again.

Chu Moli shrugged, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and continued to read the script in his hand.

Then Mu Yan looked at Han Chujiu and reached out to tear off the beard from his face.

Before Han Chujiu got angry, she said softly: "Master Jiu, in my heart, whether you have a beard or not, you are my master, and the one I respect and admire the most. So in the future, at least in the Medicine King Hall, Master Jiu will not have to disguise it."

Han Chujiu was a little stunned, and his beard and wig were pulled off by his good disciple, revealing a childish and cute face.

It's really cute, making people want to squeeze the round cheeks.

But Mu Yan felt a little sore.

The cuteness in the eyes of others was caused by how much fear and loneliness Mr. Jiu endured?

Life, old age, sickness and death are the norm.

However, as the people around me grow old, I walk backwards with time, and go further and further away from all my relatives and friends until I die.

What is this feeling?

Mu Yan thought for a while, suddenly took out a talisman, plucked the strings of the Heavenly Demon Piano in the space, and outlined it in the air.

The next moment, a golden talisman was formed.

Mu Yan put the talisman in Han Chujiu's hand and smiled: "Master Jiu, if you want to disguise yourself, use this [disguise talisman] in the future."

"Disguise Talisman?" Han Chujiu frowned.

Never heard of this thing.

The effect of the talisman is often similar to that of the elixir, but it is just a weakened version of the elixir.

Han Chujiu never looked down on talismans before.

What's more, talismans cannot make things happen out of nothing, so they will make a beard come out of nowhere!

But looking at the hopeful eyes of the baby's disciple, Han Chujiu took the talisman and activated it.

Mu Yan was already holding a bronze mirror in her hand. When the [disguise talisman] was activated, she immediately held it in front of Han Chujiu.

He said excitedly: "This is also the talisman I just came up with, but I didn't expect it to be so effective."

Han Chujiu looked at himself in the mirror and was stunned for a moment.

There is not an old man with fairy spirit or a young man.
Chapter completed!