As soon as she entered the Medicine King Palace, Muyan was shocked to find that Master Xiaojiu was confronting the third senior brother.

Her third senior brother was as calm as ever, sipping tea and looking at the storybook in his hand from time to time.

Master Xiao Jiu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

It’s really a mustache!

The camouflage was hung down, making the young man's face look particularly cute.

Muyan: Tsk... I really want to squeeze it, but how can I break it? If she tries to squeeze it, will Master Xiaojiu expel her from the school for bullying her master and destroying her ancestors?

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but Mu Yan had a serious look on his face as he stepped forward and said, "Ninth Master, what's wrong? Third Senior Brother has made you unhappy?"

Han Chujiu's expression improved a little when he saw her: "Good disciple, I heard from Xing Lang that you cured Di Ting's illness. You are indeed my disciple, Han Chujiu."

As he spoke, he was about to stroke his beard proudly, with a proud expression on his face.

Unexpectedly, after stroking it, I discovered that my beard had fallen off at some point.

Han Chujiu panicked and hurriedly glued the fake beard on.

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

It was very hard for Muyan to endure the laughter.

But she knew not to laugh, otherwise the face-saving Master Xiaojiu would definitely become angry.

By the way, he also glared at Chu Moli who was not far away, warning him with his eyes not to mess with Han Chujiu again.

Chu Moli shrugged, with a smile on his lips, and continued to flip through the storybook in his hand.

Muyan then looked at Han Chujiu, reached out and pulled off the beard on his face.

Before Han Chujiu got angry, she said softly: "Master Ninth, in my heart, whether you have a beard or not, you are my master, the person I respect and admire the most. So from now on, at least in the Palace of Medicine King, Master Ninth

There’s no need to pretend.”

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

It's really cute, and you can't help but want to pinch those chubby cheeks.

But Muyan felt a little sore in her heart.

The cuteness in the eyes of others is the result of how much fear and loneliness Master Ninth endured?

It is normal for people to grow old, get sick and die.

However, as I watched the people around me grow older, I walked backwards with time, drifting further and further away from all my relatives and friends until I died.

What kind of feeling is this?

Muyan thought for a while, then suddenly took out a talisman, plucked the strings of the Demonic Piano in the space, and drew in the air.

The next moment, a glittering golden talisman took shape.

Muyan put the talisman in Han Chujiu's hand and said with a smile: "Master Ninth, if you want to disguise yourself, please use this [disguise talisman] in the future."

"Disguise Talisman?" Han Chujiu frowned.

Never heard of such a thing.

The effects of talismans are often similar to those of elixirs, but they are just weakened versions of elixirs.

Han Chujiu had never looked down on Fu Lu before.

What's more, talismans can't be created out of nothing, just give him a beard!

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

Muyan already held a bronze mirror in her hand, and when the [Disguise Talisman] was activated, she immediately held it up in front of Han Chujiu.

He said excitedly: "This is also the talisman I just came up with. I didn't expect the effect to be so good."

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