Chapter 207: 207: "Spring Snow" Spiritual Wine
Sometimes, he wished Zhan Jingshu could learn from Murong, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Zhan Jingshu looked happily at Mu Qiuniang, "Master, what about mine?"
Mu Qiuniang calmly drank her wine, "Did you ask me? Why should I give it to you?"
Zhan Jingshu was dumbfounded, "Master, you’re too biased!"
Murong raised an eyebrow, "I’m the grandniece of the Great Grandma, of course, she’s biased towards me." He was extremely proud.
Zhan Jingshu almost cried, "But, but... Master just said I’d get one too."
Zhan Jingmo saw this and just wanted to facepalm: How could his brother be so dumb? Hadn’t their master already said he needed to ask? All he had to do was go over and act cute.
Zhan Jingmo didn’t know if these things were really as great as she said, but he’d drunk enough to be certain that the "Yang Chun Fei Xue" in Murong’s hands was indeed some good stuff.
Despite its soft texture and mild taste, not particularly strong, it left a lasting impression, making one’s mouth water and unforgettable.
Especially this body, it felt like spring had arrived, something was awakening, full of vitality.
The feeling was indescribable, truly wonderful. It’s something he’d never experienced despite years of drinking.
Zhan Jingmo couldn’t put it down once he started drinking, and he couldn’t help but poke his brother, "Dummy! Your master wants you to ask her for it."
Zhan Jingshu suddenly realized, "Master, please stop scaring me, I know Junior Brother has one, so there can’t be none for me, hurry and give it to me, I’ll make sure to ’learn’ well from you in the future, and definitely not embarrass you! Master..."
"The squeaky wheel gets the grease." Only then did Mu Qiuniang hand him a ring and gave him a mental transmission, [This is a Space Ring, go back and do a Blood Contract, then you can use it.]
"Master, what did you just say this was?! A space... ring! The thing from legends that can store so much stuff?! Zhan Jingshu nearly exclaimed, but Mu Qiuniang’s gaze stopped him, but not his excitement, "Master, are you serious, you’re really giving this to me?!"
"Hmm," Mu Qiuniang seemed a bit disdainful, [It’s just a Space Ring, is it that special? But it’s only about a dozen square feet, not enough to hold much.]
"Master, of course, it’s not a big deal for you, but this is something from legends, something I’ve dreamed of, of course I’m excited." At this point, Zhan Jingshu didn’t feel embarrassed anymore, he thick-skinnedly cozied up, "Master, don’t you have more good stuff?"
"There are many good things, but whether you can get them depends on your ability and Murong’s skills." Mu Qiuniang said, "There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
"Master, rest assured, I’ll definitely work hard to ’learn’ in the future, and won’t let you down..." Zhan Jingshu sincerely promised.
"Then I’ll be watching."
Murong found it strange that Zhan Jingshu got so excited over just a ring. But could something from the hands of the Great Grandma be ordinary? He quickly joined in, "Great Grandma, you can’t just give Senior Brother one and not give me. You can’t be biased, I’m still your grandson, you know. Great Grandma, what about mine?"
"I’ll give it to you once you’re formally initiated." Mu Qiuniang smacked away the hand he extended.
Murong’s face fell, "Great Grandma, couldn’t you give it to me first? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to study well when I get back, I swear, seven days, no three days, I’ll memorize all those books in three days."
He didn’t know what the initiation test was for others, but his Great Grandma’s test was making him memorize books, which was just too painful!
"And if you can’t memorize them in three days?" Mu Qiuniang calculated he still had three books left, if he could really memorize them, then rewarding him would be fine.
"If I can’t, I’ll accept any punishment from my Great Grandma," Murong said earnestly.
Mu Bai chuckled, "Ah Rong, you don’t even know what the ring is for and you’re making such a promise easily, aren’t you afraid you’ll regret it later?"
"Not afraid. Anyway, I’m convinced that whatever comes from Great Grandma’s hands is definitely extraordinary. Sis, you’re a mortal, you don’t understand my insight."
"Tsk!" Mu Bai sneered, scanning him from head to toe, "With your eye for things?"
Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at the pink suit Murong was wearing. It wasn’t that they wanted to laugh, it was just that Murong’s outfit was too pink, while most men’s clothing was black, gray, and white, standing out conspicuously there.
His taste in aesthetics was truly quite challenging!
"What’s wrong with my eye for things? I have great taste!" Murong said with inexplicable confidence, "Great Grandma, my taste isn’t bad, right? Look at how handsome I look in this outfit. I dare say, there aren’t many people who can look as good as I do in it."
"I think, it’s more like there wouldn’t be many people who’d wear it in the first place." Mu Bai said.
"Don’t talk, I’m not asking you," Murong turned his head, continuing to ask Mu Qiuniang, "Great Grandma, tell me, don’t I look handsome in this outfit?"
"Hmm!" Mu Qiuniang nodded.
Although Murong’s sense of aesthetics wasn’t quite within her range, she had to admit that Murong actually suited these pink clothes.
When it came to aesthetics, Mu Qiuniang was still quite tolerant. After all, back in the day in the Cultivation World, what kind of oddities hadn’t she seen? Murong just happened to like softer colors, nothing strange about that.
"See, even Great Grandma says so?" Murong was full of pride.
Mu Bai couldn’t bear to look directly.
"Great Grandma, you haven’t given me a ring yet," Murong was eagerly thinking about the ring.
"Here you go," Mu Qiuniang actually handed him one, and gave a mental transmission, [This is a Space Ring, about ten square feet in capacity, do a Blood Contract when you get home.]
Murong’s eyes immediately lit up, "Great Grandma, what did you just say this was?! Space..." He stopped short, and guiltily glanced at everyone, "This, is this really that thing?!"
"If you don’t want it, you can give it to me," Mu Bai said.
Murong quickly put it away, "This is a good thing, I’m not giving it to you. If you want it, ask Great Grandma for one. Sis, I’m telling you, you definitely won’t regret getting this thing."
Fearing that Mu Bai would come over to grab it, he distanced himself and cozied up to Zhan Jingshu, boasting, "Hehe, look, now I have one too."
"So what if you have one, I got mine before you," Zhan Jingshu sneered. This Junior Brother was clearly older than him, yet more childish. No wonder Master accepted him as a disciple first. He wouldn’t fuss with such a childish guy.
He glanced at everyone, then whispered, "How big is yours?"
"Not telling you."
"Come on, tell me, I want to see whose is bigger!"
"Not telling."
"Come on, Senior Brother, come on, I’m calling you Senior Brother..."
"Calling me Senior Brother won’t help."
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