Female Match Between Master-Apprentice Relationship (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Yaoyin didn't want to return to the Goddess Palace in the past few days. Lusang and Yintong went to the lower realm to play, and she didn't want to face Binglin, so she simply stayed in the Qingli Palace.

Qingli was patient, and taught her how to refine tools and accompany her to play chess, but at this moment Yaoyin had lost several games in a row, staring at the board with a sad face, and finally took out three ginseng fruits:

"Forget it, it seems I can't win today."

Qingli's eyebrows were light, and he raised his eyes to take the future and put down jade in her hand, and landed on a certain chess grid, and the situation suddenly became clear.

Yaoyin looked at the place where he had settled, sighed and pushed the ginseng fruit over: "These are all yours."

Before the chess match, she warned her not to give up deliberately, and sure enough, there was nothing left to lose.

Qingli glanced at the ginseng fruit: "Why do you need to do this? In a few days, everything in this palace is yours."

Even though their wedding invitations have spread to the heavens, Yao Yin is still a little shy. She invites the little fat guy who is lying on the side to play and stuffs the ginseng fruit into his pocket: "Hey, take it and eat it."

Xiao Pangdun looked down at the gourd-shaped fruit in his pocket and wrinkled his little fat face: "Mother, Lingling doesn't like to eat this."

Yaoyin wondered: "Don't all children like to eat this? Little lion is the most greedy ginseng fruit."

Xiao Pangdun's eyes lit up: "Brother Lion likes to eat, so Lingling will leave them to Brother Lion."

Yao Yin couldn't help but smiled, and touched the top of his head: "Alright, the little lion hasn't eaten ginseng fruit for half a month, and he has been greedy early."

"You are thinking of your brother Lion," Qingli glanced at Xiao Pangdun from the corner of his eyes, "Go and play."

Xiaopangdun understood it, and ran to the side with ginseng fruit joy.

"Qing Ling is transformed by a divine tool and prefers to absorb aura rather than swallow it directly." Qing Li explained.

"So that's the case," Yao Yin suddenly took a sip of the condensed dew, "You still know them. If you have the opportunity to go to the Goddess to see the Kunlun mirror and the Fumo Umbrella, Fumo Umbrella has been..."

Yaoyin paused abruptly as he spoke. Three thousand years ago, Fu Mo Umbrella was injured to save Luohua, but it is always inappropriate to mention it now.

Qingli closed his eyes and picked up the chess pieces into the jade jar little by little: "Our wedding invitation has also been sent to Luohua Palace."

Upon seeing this, Yao Yin hurriedly followed him to clean up the chess game: "It was originally to invite all the immortals, and it would be good to give him a copy," she paused, then changed the conversation, and said, "Where are the disciples in your palace?"

She remembered that Qingli seemed to have an apprentice who admired his master with all his heart, and he had accused her righteously before. What was his name... Zi Jun?

It's strange to say that she hasn't seen her in the past few days in Qingli Palace.

Qingli put all the chess pieces in order: "Master brought in the door and relied on personal practice. They all have their own way. It's not good to stay by my side."