Wen Tian respected Song Chichi very much, and naturally respected his master's men.

But he didn't know if it was his own illusion, and he always felt that his master's temperament was very familiar, as if he was very similar to a person he knew.

It's just a feeling that it doesn't seem like it specifically, but it doesn't seem to be able to tell.

The only thing Wen Tian can be sure of is that his master is very powerful!

Wen Tian secretly admired him. Master is indeed a master. Master himself is so powerful, and Master Dad is so powerful!

Sure enough, excellent people are with excellent people, so I have to work harder!

So Wen Tian worked harder to cook. When cooking, he did not forget to come out and asked his master's father seriously: "Dad, what do I don't know about my practice in the future? Can you also ask you?"

Mu Changyuan: "…yes."

Wen Tian was even happier and decided to cook two more dishes tonight!

Only Song Chichi looked complicated.

It's over, my disciple is obviously a cultivator with a strong root. Now I'm fine. Not only has I worshipped a ghost from the underworld as a master, but now I have become half of the disciple of the Great Demon Emperor...

A little guy with such a good talent seems to have been led by him.

However, Wen Tian did not have the awareness of becoming a rude person. In order to entertain his teacher's father, he was busy running around the kitchen. He decided in his heart that he must let his father feel the warmth of going home!

Song Chichi also gave up introducing the yard to the Great Demon Emperor. She was not familiar with it anyway, so she stayed for Wen Tian to start.

She can't touch the food, and when she touches it, it will cause the food to rot, but she can help chop wood or something.

She was already thin and thin, looking weak. When she picked up the axe, Wen Tian was worried that she would chop her up. Seeing that she was about to take action, she quickly put down the fried dishes in her hand and walked out: "Master, don't do it! I'll do it! Just sit there."

Song Chichi looked embarrassed: "This is not very good...how hard you have worked."

Wen Tian said seriously: "Disciples don't work hard, let alone, this is also practicing. In terms of cultivation, disciples never dare to slack off."

Song Chichi was a little confused: "...Cutting wood is considered practicing?"

Wen Tian said: "Yes, isn't this what Master said? Any small thing in life can be used to train your mind. Cultivating oneself is important, and cultivating one's mind is equally important. Recently, my disciple has learned a lot from these trivial things in daily life and has a deep feeling."

Song Chichi: "..."

Have I said such philosophical words?

Song Chi silently returned the axe to him: "Okay, then you chop it, I'll go get water."

There is nothing to practice when fetching water, right?

Wen Tian stopped her again: "No! Master, the disciple is training his physical strength."

Song Chichi: "...physical fitness?"

Wen Tian said: "Yes, Master, you said that the physical strength of monks is generally very weak. Even if their cultivation level improves in the future, they can't help but fight. The disciple's goal today is to fight fifty thrones of water to exercise his body. He will never disappoint you, Master."

“…”

Song Chichi was in a daze: "Oh, that's it. Then, what else can I do?"

Wen Tian thought about it and said seriously: "Master, why not tell me about the virtues of your cultivation, such as how you built the foundation in the past and how you formed a golden elixir. Please write it down and use it as a reference."

Song Chichi, who has not yet learned to refine qi and breathe, said: “…………”

She was silent for a while and said slowly: "I suddenly remembered that your father and I still have something to discuss. You can do it first, let's leave first."

After saying that, before Wen Tian could answer, he pulled Mu Changyuan and ran away.

Wen Tian: "?????"
Chapter completed!