My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Wasn't it like this before? But he didn't expect that he would come back so early this time and even bought some vegetables and fruits. He just happened to see him.

Bai Minxin's eyes were somewhat gloomy. She could accept being beaten by him, but if he found out...

"Oh, it's okay, go eat some fruit first."

There is no time to rush things now. Jiang He does not intend to ask any further questions. It is impossible to ask them to open their hearts completely now.

But he was still a little upset. Could it be that these two disciples were already planning how to kill him? Could it be that there were weapons hidden in the backyard?

Jiang He calmed down and looked at his two disciples standing there in a daze, feeling somewhat helpless:

"Why are you just standing there? After you finish eating the fruit, if you have nothing to do, you can clean the floor."

They looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Although they were extremely hungry, they did not eat the fruit. Instead, the two disciples cleared the remaining debris on the ground and lay down on the side of the road.

Jiang Yuanxia stole a glance at the house behind him and carefully took Bai Minxin's hand:

"Minxin, has he really changed?"

"Hmph, who knows what he's up to? You'd better not be foolish enough to be fooled by him. Don't you know what kind of person he is?" Bai Minxin said vigilantly.

"But he really wanted to cook for us, and he threw away all those bottles of wine. He didn't question us just now."

Jiang Yuanxia recalled the changes in Jiang Ha today, and from all the details it seemed that he was really trying hard to change.

Those wine bottles were left behind by the predecessor, and he would just smash them down when he was in a bad mood.

The translucent colored glass bloomed white and red snowflakes on his forehead, and his expression became extremely comfortable. It could be said that this was his favorite thing to do.

And now he has cleared out all the bottles.

Even though Jiang Yuanxia knew what kind of person Jiang He was, she still hoped that he could become a little better, just a little bit.

"How can a person like him change? The only way is to turn into a corpse!"

Bai Minxin didn't believe that such a twisted and perverted person who had committed so many evil things could suddenly turn into a good person, unless he was possessed by another spirit.

She would not pin all her hopes on the alms-like apologies of others.

It was clearly in the afternoon that he beat Jin'er, and then he turned around and said sorry. Isn't it ridiculous?

Even if we take a step back, can repentance heal the scars in their hearts?

The introverted and dull Lin Jin, the sensitive and inferior Jiang Yuanxia, ​​and herself

How can I repay your injustice?

"Time to eat!"

Jiang He deliberately wore an apron with a cute bear embroidered on it. If you don't pay attention to his bruised face, he looks like a good family man.

First of all, I have to make changes in my appearance. I have to get a good hairstyle tomorrow. I was really unkempt before, with long hair that almost dragged down to my feet.

The hair on the forehead will only be cut when it covers the eyes.

His clothes were relatively okay. After all, as a security guard in someone else's house, he could be considered neat and decent.

While he was busy greeting his two disciples, he walked towards Jin'er who was still in a daze.

"Scumbag, what are you doing!"

What is he going to do to Jin'er? You're not pretending anymore, are you? Bai Minxin suppressed her fear and stepped in front of him quickly.

As long as you scold him, he will get angry and will not bully Jiner anymore.

Bai Minxin's fearless expression caught Jiang He's eyes. Noticing Jiang He looking at her, she couldn't help but close her swollen eyes.

"I'll take Jin'er to eat. It's okay, you can call me whatever you want in the future. When you are willing to call me Master, it won't be too late to call me Master."

Jiang He looked calm and didn't care at all.

What's wrong with being called a scumbag? It's the previous incarnation that's being called a scumbag, not him. In the previous life, there were so many people who wanted to be called a scumbag but didn't have the chance.

The little girl sat there quietly, like a tattered doll, so light that she could be easily lifted into his arms.

They are so thin, their bones are so thin, and they feel cold. If you look closely, the thin shoulders exposed are blue from the cold. I have to take them to buy some clothes tomorrow.

Jiang He put Jin'er on the chair and put his outer robe on her. Bai Minxin, who lowered her head and whose expression could not be seen clearly, also sat down behind her.

Considering that his disciples had been hungry for a long time and were not suitable to eat big fish and meat, Jiang He simply made some home-cooked meals.

Scrambled eggs with bitter melon, beef cooked with red dates, and a bowl of chicken and mushroom soup.

Served with the magical rice that looks like a work of art, each grain is round and shiny, as if carved from jade, exuding a rich aroma that makes one's mouth water.

Even Jin'er, who had remained silent, began to swallow her saliva, not to mention the two disciples.

Jiang He was already very hungry. When he smelled the aroma of the food, his stomach started to rumble. He wanted to pick up his chopsticks and eat heartily. Looking at his three disciples who seemed silent but whose throats were rolling up and down, Jiang He couldn't help but laugh:

"Relax, it's a waste if you don't eat it. I won't poison you, right?"

As he spoke, he was the first to pick up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and ate it, and then put in a mouthful of rice. In the past, because of the overbearing impression he had in their minds, they were afraid to pick up their chopsticks in front of him.

"It's really good, soft and juicy. It's absolutely delicious with this magical rice."

In fact, the food that had just come out of the pot was so hot that his tongue hurt. In order to seduce his apprentice, he had to endure the pain and boast about himself with an exaggerated expression.

He picked up another pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of food, blew on it a few times, and fed it to Jin'er beside him: "Ah~"

I originally thought that I would have to half-force her to eat like before, but I didn't expect that this time, Jin'er started eating as soon as the food was handed to her mouth.

After all, she is just an autistic little girl, not a real wooden person.

Otherwise, he would not have become such a terrifying demon in the future.

Taking a bite of vegetable and then a mouthful of rice, Jiang He fed the baby happily, even forgetting his own hunger.

It was not until Jin'er refused to open her mouth no matter what that I realized that I had finished feeding her a big bowl of rice and her little belly was already round.

The two apprentices opposite looked at each other in bewilderment but were reluctant to pick up their chopsticks.

Jiang He urged again: "Why are you standing there? Eat and taste the master's cooking."

Jiang Yuanxia picked up a piece of food with chopsticks hesitantly, and his eyes lit up after eating it.

Jiang He has lived alone for more than ten years, and the skills he has acquired are no exaggeration.

Seeing his eldest disciple change from being reserved at the beginning to eating voraciously, Jiang He couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Chapter 6 Past

It’s a pity that the second apprentice didn’t take a single bite.

Even though he didn't eat, he still sat there stubbornly and watched the two girls eat, staring at him with a defensive look from time to time.

It seems that the difficulty of conquering the second apprentice is still the greatest.

After dinner, it was already late at night.

The eldest disciple was already feeling a little sleepy. They had gone out to help out before dawn in the morning, and now they were at the age of growing up and becoming sleepy. After eating, they felt a little sleepy.

Jiang He originally wanted to chat more with his disciples, but after seeing this scene he gave up the idea.

Too much is as bad as too little. It is better to keep your apprentices in a warm state. Excessive care will easily make them suspicious.

After instructing several disciples to go to bed early, Jiang He returned to his room.

The first day of the immortal cultivation world passed just like this.

When I first came to this world, I was afraid, confused and uneasy, but I also had a hidden sense of superiority as a time traveler, and I couldn't help but fantasize about how to kill everyone and take revenge.

But when he really came into contact with all aspects of this world, he suddenly realized that everyone here was a living person with flesh and blood, not just cold words written on paper, and he was just one of the countless living beings.

There is also an inexplicable sense of responsibility.

Jiang He concentrated his mind, suppressed the random thoughts in his mind, and took out a wooden box from the secret compartment under the bed.

The wooden box was dark red, with paint peeling off in some places, indicating its age. The word "忍" (tolerance) was engraved on it in large numbers.

This was the last asset of my predecessor. After his family was broken up, he left his hometown with the wooden box.

As my fingers gently stroke the mottled engravings on the box, long-lost memories of its predecessor come to my mind.

Joy, pain, guilt, hatred, perseverance, all the way to the final decadence.

At the age of nineteen, he was at the fourth level of Qi training, full of youthful vigor. He secretly disdained his father - as a foundation-building cultivator, he spent all day drawing talismans at his desk, without any ambition.

With the expectation of gaining experience in the outside world, he quietly slipped out of the house despite his parents' opposition.

After two years of training, he had never experienced the so-called adventures and secret realms described in novels and stories. Without the support of his parents, his cultivation was difficult to advance.

He set out on the journey home in despair and met a beautiful female cultivator. He was attracted by her beauty and took the initiative to make friends with her. They had a very pleasant conversation.

He thought he had met his destined love and was going home together. To his great surprise, the female cultivator agreed to become his Taoist partner.

He originally thought that he would be blamed by his parents for leaving without saying goodbye, but he unexpectedly saw his parents' joy after returning home. Looking at his parents' faces which had become much more haggard in the past two years, he secretly made up his mind to be filial to them in the future.

However, on that day, while the food and wine were still steaming, the female cultivator took advantage of her father's drunkenness and unpreparedness and chopped off his head with a sword. The head fell on the table, breaking the spirit wine, and the wine soaked her father's hair and beard.

His mother risked her life to protect him, which allowed him to escape.

He came to Qingmu City to live a miserable life, vowing never to touch women again and to avenge his revenge. Relying on the inheritance given to him by his father that day, he settled in Nanfang City and practiced day and night.

Until he was thirty years old, he was only one step away from the late stage of Qi training, and he had a promising future in building a foundation, and he was full of ambition and pride.

However, he unexpectedly met the female cultivator who was still in the perfect stage of Qi training, and she was also in Qingmu City. Now she is the guest elder of Wuya Sect and is in the late stage of foundation building.

And she no longer knew him.

Damn the author of the story, for deceiving him when he was young. Damn the seductress, for seducing him with her sex.

He lay decadently in a cold, abandoned alley, with only rats waiting for him all day long.

Until a little beggar accidentally discovered him, and came to see him for several days. After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up the courage to approach him.

"Hey, man, why are you crying here every day?"

The little beggar touched his head pretending to be old-fashioned. Her clothes were tattered but neat and clean.

Although he is skinny, his big eyes are very bright and full of life.

"Are you hungry? I'll give you half of this cake. It was given to me by Aunt Wang~"

She frowned in pain, but without hesitation she broke a dry cake in half and handed him half.

Children only know that being hungry makes people uncomfortable, and have never imagined that there is a kind of pain that is more uncomfortable than dying of hunger.

He ate half of the pancake silently. After being hungry for more than ten days, he now felt that the mundane food that he had sneered at in the past was so delicious.

He reached out and snatched the other piece of cake from the little beggar and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The little beggar was not angry. Instead, he squatted on the ground, propped up his little face, and looked at him wolfing down his food with his big eyes curved into crescents. He said, "Eat. You'll be happy when you're full."

"You're not full, why are you so happy?"

How come she still looks so happy after I snatched her last bit of food?

My stomach is obviously deflated with hunger.

"Because ~ my mother once said: Be cautious and your heart will be at peace; be respectful and your body will be strong; seek kindness and people will be pleased; practice hard work and the gods will admire you."

The little beggar frowned and said with a bit of pride:

"My mother never lies to me. Today I will teach this to my uncle. Don't cry every day in the future. I have never cried since I was a child!"

He admires his mother so much, but isn't she still a little beggar?

He pretended to be casual and asked, "What about your mother?"

The little beggar's smile froze for a moment, and he barely managed to keep the corners of his lips raised:

"Mother said that she was watching me from a distance."

"Your mother lied to you. She's dead."

He exposed it mercilessly, looking forward to the little beggar's next expression.

It must be said that watching a pure and innocent heart being destroyed by himself made him feel the pleasure he had not felt for a long time.

"My mother never lies to me. If she does, it's always for my own good."

The little beggar's strength was beyond his expectations.

She seemed to have understood the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death long ago, and at such a young age, she was already trying to survive alone.

"What's your name?" he asked, licking his dry lips.