Offering Salted Fish To Master

Liao Tingyan covered her face and wasn’t ready to think about it anymore. She couldn’t think about it as puppy love.

Sima Jiao slept next to her. She should have been awake, but she was too lazy to open her eyes. He grabbed her pillow and gave her a good place to rest her head in the nest, making his lover sleep next to him in a standard posture.

A man, even a man like Sima Jiao, appeared a lot more relaxed at this time, harmlessly and comfortably paralyzed there. It was the kind of paralysis of a cat in the sun, making people want to go up and touch it.

Liao Tingyan slapped herself awake. Fart, the cat didn’t have anything to do with him.

It may be that she thought too much. It finally forced the sleeping boss next to her to open his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to her, and Liao Tingyan rolled aside, just to avoid it, but her head slammed on a hard object. It was the mirror she received the previous night. The surviving mirror was supposed to be the protagonist of the previous night, but was forgotten in the corner, and only now was taken out again.

“It’s useless now,” said Sima Jiao, the ancestor who didn’t know the suffering of the world.

Liao Tingyan: “It’s a pity that you broke one, otherwise it will still be useful.”

She thought for a while, if the mirror had more sides, it could be placed in various places, and then all the pictures could be concentrated on the mirror in hand. Wouldn’t it be a live broadcast? If she put a mirror in the main square of Gengchen Xianfu, she could watch the disciples fight in martial arts; if put it in the downtown neighborhood, she could watch the life in the market; if put it in the mountains, flowers and trees, she could watch the life of wild animals. Beautiful!

Sima Jiao showed a thoughtful look, and said after a moment, “Okay.”

Then he took the intact mirror. Made all kinds of extremely complicated patterns on it.

When they went to class, Sima Jiao was still playing with the mirror.

Liao Tingyan didn’t understand why he would waste time when he didn’t need to attend the class, but she never knew what he wanted to do, so she just let him go.

Sima Jiao held the mirror for half a month, then went out for three days and returned the mirror when he came back.

“Look.”

Liao Tingyan took the mirror and gave Sima Jiao a puzzled look. He slumped beside her, and tapped the mirror surface with his finger. After a wave of ripples appeared on the mirror surface, the appearance of the Three Saints Mountain appeared.

The Three Saints Mountain in the mirror was different from the Three Saints Mountain when they left. The tower had been rebuilt, and the palace next to it was also beginning to be rebuilt. There were powerful looking men standing there and discussing something seriously.

Sima Jiao tapped on the mirror again, and the picture changed and became the blue flower tree under Baili Mountain.

Liao Tingyan understood. She started dragging the screen to the side and found that she could still rotate 360 ​​degrees. She saw the white deer cliff palace covered with mist in the mountain, and the cultivator patrolling nearby, who were nervous and alert.

She copied how Sima Jiao knocked on the mirror, but the picture didn’t respond. Only the people in the mirror were talking and walking around. The voice was a little low and she couldn’t hear clearly.

Sima Jiao: “Spiritual power.”

Liao Tingyan silently used her spiritual power and found that the picture had changed this time. It was a scorched mountain. The mountain seemed to have experienced a volcanic eruption. The entire mountain exploded from the belly of the mountain, leaving only the ferocious scorched stone rising to the sky. There was no living thing at all, and the picture remained the same for a long time. Liao Tingyan wondered if the network was stuck.

She guessed that these were all made by Sima Jiao and they were also the places he chose, but was there anything special about this mountain?

She moved to another place. It was a market she didn’t recognize, but it was very lively, because the hawkers were loud and the noise of the street was passed along.

There was also a small lake view of a waterfall in the mountains. Liao Tingyan switched to this view and saw a white furry beast with long horns drinking water by the lake, and a snow-white bird swept across the lake and stood on a gentle furry beast. The picture was peaceful and beautiful.

The next scene was a shop, where there were many beautiful men and women who accompanied guests to chat, play piano and laugh, and there was also a stage where people performed. After watching a flying dance, Liao Tingyan felt that the dancing young ladies were so beautiful that she didn’t want to switch for a long time.

Sima Jiao urged her, “Next.”

Liao Tingyan changed the channel. The picture was changed to a mirror-like lake, but the lens was too shaky. It swept across the lake and flew up again in the next moment, flying in the sky, and she could see the mountain and rivers below. Before long, the angle of view fell into the bushes again.

It looked like it should be seen by a bird. No, a 3D.

She continued to switch perspectives and cut to a towering idol. Someone was preaching under the idol. Underneath it sat a bunch of disciples quietly listening to it. The big stone below the idol was engraved with the words “Wen Daoyuan”.

Liao Tingyan had heard of this place. It was a place where high-ranking bosses from the inner palace of Gengchen Xianfu offered lessons to outstanding disciples.

The next point of view was the kitchen. It was very large. All kinds of ingredients were neatly arranged. More than 20 chefs were busy making all kinds of food. Some were steaming cakes, some were slicing fish, and some were filling and making dim sum. It was a busy scene in full swing.

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After watching all the live channels, Liao Tingyan looked at Sima Jiao with a touch of emotion. Shizu, you understood me!

Sima Jiao: “This is what you want?”

Liao Tingyan: “Yes, watching this kind of live broadcast is the easiest way to pass the time, and it’s hypnotizing.”

He watched the oily food coming out of the pan and asked, “What else do you want?”

Liao Tingyan: “…”

Looking at the master who could get anything like a monarch, she really wanted to follow the script of “The Overbearing Master’s Little Demon Concubine”.