Bai Weiwei is not a fool. The atmosphere in the bookstore is so weird, but Lu Yin's eyes when he looks at her are not aggressive at all and are extremely calm.
Yes, it’s just like the way her grandfather looked when he was a child and saw her eating obediently.
There is some doting in his eyes, which is kind and gentle, but not offensive.
Wang Lin saw others eating, so he could only pace between the bookshelves, randomly pick out a book and start reading.
The pickled fish in the thermal box is full of fragrance. Although Han Dong is a practitioner, he has not yet gone away from grain. It is not a good feeling to watch others eating. However, Wang Lin did not sit down, so naturally he did not dare to sit down. He followed Wang Lin and pretended to pick a book to read.
Bai Weiwei's eyes were filled with shyness, her delicate nose was straight, and her bright red lips were biting a piece of tender fish. She lowered her head and ate slowly without making any sound.
Ye Qingqing raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Yin secretly. The man was staring at Bai Weiwei intently, and his eyes were full of this girl.
After the meal, Ye Qingqing was simply fed by the invisible dog food.
Lu Yin’s behavior was even more extreme than feeding others. From beginning to end, he stared at them without even moving his chopsticks. Could this be the legendary beauty?
It was also during this meal that Ye Qingqing was sure that Lu Yin liked Bai Weiwei.
That kind of love without any aggression, as if just looking at her eating like just now would last a lifetime.
After eating, Ye Qingqing put away the dishes and chopsticks very wisely. Bai Weiwei wanted to help, but she didn't give him a chance.
This may be her future master wife, let her clean up the dishes...
You must know that Lu Yin, the master, is sometimes approachable, but sometimes he is scary when he is angry.
"Senior, why don't we go out to eat something?" Han Dong really couldn't stand it anymore. Lu Yin was so neglectful of his guests. If Wang Lin hadn't spoken, he would have taught Lu Yin a lesson.
Wang Lin let out a heavy breath. Han Dong was pretending to read just now, so how could he read it?
"Get out! I have something to talk to Lu...Lu Yin." Wang Lin really didn't know how to call Lu Yin. He thought he should at least call him Senior Su, but it was obvious that Lu Yin got along with others as an ordinary person, and he didn't dare to reveal Lu Yin's identity. He had to remove Han Dong first to make it easier to talk.
"Huh?" Han Dong was stunned for a moment, glanced at Lu Yin, and laughed in a low voice, "Senior, why do you need to teach a kid a lesson? What do you want from him? Junior will do it!"
Wang Lin's heart skipped a beat, teach Lu Yin a lesson?
Is this really the case?
"You don't need to take action. Also, you should be polite to him in the future!" Wang Lin is a foreigner and is dedicated to good. He knows that Lu Yin is not that simple. This Han Dong is not a very evil person. He is young and has such cultivation. He is not simple. This admonishment is because he is afraid that he will accidentally anger Lu Yin.
On the surface, Lu Yin, whose cultivation is unfathomable, is not the kind of kind person who sweeps the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants. All his actions are more like being based on joy and anger.
"Junior understands! Junior, please leave now." Han Dong did not dare to say any more and simply withdrew. With a senior master like Wang Lin asking him to be polite to an ordinary person like Lu Yin, could he be tempted to accept a disciple?
Does Wang Lin want to accept Lu Yin as his disciple?
Handong just smiled coldly when he walked out of the bookstore. At Lu Yin's current age, what would happen even if he met a famous teacher?
Wang Lin taught him for a while and found that this boy had no talent, so he naturally looked up to him again.
Handong considers himself to be extremely talented. He is already at the foundation-building level at the age of twenty. As long as he has some opportunities, it should not be difficult to enter the golden elixir avenue or even cultivate the Nascent Soul.
How could he know that he had already missed the greatest opportunity in life.
If he could have a good relationship with Lu Yin, it would really be possible for him to take off on the same spot!
Handong retreated, Ye Qingqing went to the back to wash the dishes and chopsticks. After Wang Lin put the books away, he walked to Lu Yin's side, looking like he was hesitating to speak.
Bai Weiwei is not an ignorant person. When she saw this, she said she had to go to the bathroom, and then Lu Yin and Wang Lin were left in the bookstore.
Wang Lin saw that there was no one else in the store, so he took two steps back, straightened his clothes first, and then solemnly saluted Lu Yin: "My junior disciple, Wang Lin, has met my senior!"
Lu Yin waved his hand: "You don't have to do this in the future. I'm just an ordinary student now. Don't involve me in your practice world."
"Yes! The senior is an expert from outside the world, and it's the junior who is interrupting." Wang Lin said to interrupt, but showed no intention of leaving. He has been stuck in the Nascent Soul realm for more than a hundred years and has never been able to find a way to break through.
The most important thing is that most of the cultivation techniques in this world are incomplete. Even if they are in the same group, they don't have any cultivation techniques above Nascent Soul, so he can only explore alone.
It would be great if you can have an expert to guide you.
"Forget it! You are here to ask me for karma! You are as shameless as Zhang Daoling." Lu Yin raised his eyelids and glanced at him, already knowing his intention.
When Zhang Daoling met him, he was shy and refused to leave. At that time, Lu Yin was in a good mood and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He stood in front of Lu Yin's house and watched Lu Yin do trivial things every day. Finally, he had some insights, soared during the day, and his soul entered another dimension, which is the so-called becoming an immortal.
"Don't you dare!" Lu Yin pointed out Wang Lin's purpose. He stood there rubbing his hands in embarrassment. He said he didn't dare, but his feet were rooted. How could he have any intention of leaving?
"Don't leave for a while. I'll give you a calligraphy and painting. Take it home and read it yourself. Think of it as compensation for what happened the night before yesterday."
In fact, there is no cause and effect at all in Lu Yin's case. He was just doing it as a favor. Wang Lin had somehow taken the blame before, so at least he should be given some benefits.
Wang Lin was so excited when he heard that Lu Yin was going to give him calligraphy and painting that he almost knelt down to Lu Yin on the spot. For an expert like Lu Yin, his calligraphy and painting was no longer as simple as a calligraphy and painting. Perhaps just such a calligraphy and painting could give him a breakthrough.
Lu Yin thought for a while and said, "Maybe you can come and pick it up tomorrow."
Wang Lin quickly said: "I wonder if you are honored to grind ink for your senior?"
"Ha!" Lu Yin chuckled lightly. This little Taoist priest has a lot on his mind.
Wang Lin was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and said, "Then I'd better come and get it tomorrow."
"Forget it, follow me upstairs later. I just need an ink grinder." Lu Yin didn't care about this. He just wrote a few words, and it didn't matter if he saw it.
In today's world, it is not easy for monks to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm. The only blame is that he was too heavy-handed back then and almost cut off the path of human cultivation. Now he is actually willing to give these cultivators a chance, but he is afraid of disrupting the order that has finally been stabilized.
Wang Lin was secretly happy when he saw Lu Yin relenting. He stood aside with his head bowed and waited to follow Lu Yin upstairs.
Hence, Ye Qingqing came back from washing the dishes and chopsticks without waiting long, and saw an extremely strange scene.
Lu Yin was sitting there reading a book like an old man. On the other side of the table, Wang Lin was wearing a Taoist robe, holding his hands and hanging his head, standing nervously like a servant, motionless.
Logically speaking, Wang Lin is an elder after all, and he is still a foreigner. This kind of attitude is really inappropriate.
But when I think about my master’s abilities, it seems natural.
In front of outsiders, Ye Qingqing couldn't call him Master Lu Yin, so he only dared to ask cautiously: "Would you like tea?"
When she asked, Wang Lin quickly raised his head and looked at Ye Qingqing: "Where are the tea leaves? Let me go."
Ye Qingqing glanced at Lu Yin, and seeing that Lu Yin didn't speak, he pointed to the back. This bookstore was very wide, and there was a kitchen that had been unused. There was a tea set in it, and some tea leaves, which I thought were left by Yang Zhengcheng.
Wang Lin thanked him and was about to walk back when Lu Yin suddenly said: "That milk tea, give me a cup."
Milk tea?
Wang Lin was stunned. He has been practicing in Qingyun Mountain all year round, and occasionally goes out into the world to deal with some things. He is good at tea art, but milk tea...
Ye Qingqing narrowed his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, and asked with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "What flavor do you want?"
“Whatever.” After Lu Yin said this, he picked up the book and continued reading.
Such a tsundere!
Just now I asked him if he wanted to drink. He didn’t want it yet, and now he wants another order.
"Taoist priest, do you want it?" Ye Qingqing asked Wang Lin politely.
Wang Lin nodded quickly: "I don't want it if I am a poor man."
Like Lu Yin just now, he was just pretending to return the favor.
Ye Qingqing stopped asking and simply took out her phone and started ordering milk tea.
Milk tea is very high in calories and is very unfriendly to girls who need to keep in shape.
But they often drink it first and then lose weight.
Lu Yin wanted to drink, and he mentioned any flavor. Of course, he couldn't order a drink. At worst, she and Bai Weiwei would be reluctant to have another drink alone.
Bai Weiwei probably thought that Lu Yin and the others had finished talking, so she also walked out of the bathroom.
Lu Yin then said: "Bring it to me later, I'll go up with him."
The two went up to the second floor, Bai Weiwei asked in a low voice: "Sister Ye, what's going on with the Taoist Priest?"
Ye Qingqing shrugged and said Said: "It seems that the elders of Han Dong have something to do with Lu Yin, so we don't need to worry about them."
In fact, Ye Qingqing also had a guess. She already knew about the existence of practitioners. Plus the mountain skills and medical skills that Lu Yin taught her, it was not difficult to judge that her master was actually a practitioner.
A Taoist priest suddenly came to the door, and his posture was so low, he was probably a practitioner.
Bai Weiwei didn't ask any more questions, she just felt that Lu Yin seemed a little special to her. She was not an idiot, so she couldn't help but secretly speculate that Lu Yin might have fallen in love with her, right?
Honestly, Lu Yin doesn't seem that annoying...
"Xiaobai, what do you think of Lu Yin?" Ye Qingqing has not forgotten the task Lu Yin gave her, and she still has to be the wingman.
"Lu Yin?" Bai Weiwei was just thinking about Lu Yin. When she asked, her face turned red, like a frightened ostrich shrinking its neck, and whispered, "He's a bit... weird..."
"Weird?" Ye Qingqing became interested and asked, "What do you think is weird about him?"
"I can't tell, it's just weird." Bai Weiwei frowned and asked, "Don't you think Lu Yin is a bit...mature? I'm not saying he looks old, but he is too stable! Not like a young man."
Too stable?
Ye Qingqing and Lu Yin have been in contact for several days.
She naturally felt the same way, but how could Lu Yin be more than steady?
Whether it is doing things or talking, there is nothing like young people.
If he were an ordinary young man, how could he have the inexplicable majesty of Lu Yin?
Just an ordinary young man, how could he act like Lu Yin when he saw a girl he liked?
"I think it's better to be more stable." Ye Qingqing didn't think too much and said, "Only when a man is stable is he attractive."
Bai Weiwei has no comment on this.
Ye Qingqing also felt that his wingman seemed to be flying a little too fast, so he changed the topic and asked, "By the way, Xiao Lin, what do you like to do on weekdays?"
Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I don't really like anything in particular. I mainly play games, watch movies, read novels, and listen to songs. Does that count?"
Home girl?
Ye Qingqing's eyebrows also trembled.
If Bai Weiwei likes swimming and fitness, it would be easier to make an appointment. Even if she likes shopping, it won't be a problem.
Hitch, that’s not easy to deal with!
"What movies do you like?"
"..." Bai Weiwei looked at Ye Qingqing without saying a word.
Ye Qingqing coughed lightly and said, "I want to go to the movies tomorrow night. Are you free?" Ah."
"We will have a staff dinner tomorrow and we will not open the door tonight." Ye Qingqing knew the purpose of opening this store. Lu Yin just wanted to find something to do and have a reason to contact Bai Weiwei.
It doesn’t matter what movie you watch, the most important thing is to help Master pick up Master’s wife!
This bookstore didn't make much money in the first place, and Lu Yin didn't care about the little money, so he just closed it down!
The two women were chatting below. Lu Yin had already sat on a chair on the second floor. He spread a piece of white rice paper on the table. His thoughts were still downstairs. He wrote down everything Ye Qingqing and Bai Weiwei talked about word for word.
Mature? Not like young people?
Is this Bai Weiwei's impression of him?
Does he need to change?
"Practice your ink!" Lu Yin sat there and glanced at the Four Treasures of the Study on the table.
Wang Lin also has sensitive hearing. He also heard the conversation between the two people downstairs, but he only dared to pretend that he didn't hear anything and started grinding.
Say Lu Yin is mature?
A person like Lu Yin, who has cultivated a great level of cultivation, has naturally lived for an unknown number of years.
The founder of Zhengdao, Zhang Daoling, lived in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Judging from the fact that Lu Yin knew his ancestor Zhang Daoling, and Zhang Daoling also called him his predecessor, Lu Yin has lived for at least two thousand years. How can he not be mature?
"Do you want calligraphy or painting?" Lu Yin asked lightly.
Wang Lin raised his head and said with a smile, "Senior, it's up to you."
Lu Yin glanced at him and said, "Then I'll give you a few words. I don't want to paint today."
"Thank you, senior." Wang Lin had almost finished grinding, so he stopped and stood respectfully in front of Lu Yin, waiting for Lu Yin to mention the words.
Lu Yin casually picked up a writing brush from the pen holder, dipped the tip of the pen into the newly polished tung smoke ink, and swung the pen without even trying it.
The pen is like a swimming dragon, and the strokes are like flowing clouds and flowing water. When the brush tip is retracted, a line of wild cursive characters with flying dragons and phoenixes has fallen on the rice paper.
Invincible, how lonely it is, invincible, how empty it is.
The moment Lu Yin started writing, Wang Lin could no longer take his eyes off the piece of paper on the table.
In an instant, mountains and rivers, the vast universe, and the stars are all in front of you.
Wang Lin was already immersed in the invisible avenue.
A few words were written by Lu Yin, in which the great road of heaven and earth loomed, and each word seemed to be able to break the boundary between the mortal world and the heaven.
"Take it back and read it again!"
Lu Yin's voice suddenly sounded, Wang Lin seemed to have woken up from a big dream, wondering what year it was today.
After being stunned for five seconds, Wang Lin took three steps back anxiously, bowed at 90 degrees to Lu Yin and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for the words!"
"Okay, let's go down!" Lu Yin sat there. At this time, he didn't want to go down yet. He hadn't figured out how to talk to Bai Weiwei yet.
Does Bai Weiwei mean that he is too old-fashioned and too calm for your liking?
If this is really the case, what should he do?
Thinking about it, my mentality is indeed not right. I have slept too much and have not fully adapted to my current identity.
His current mentality is indeed not young enough!
No matter what happened in the past, Bai Weiwei is just a girl in her twenties now.
Also, does he really like Bai Weiwei?
These things somewhat troubled Lu Yin.
But if there were nothing in this world that bothered him, it would be too boring.
After Wang Lin went downstairs, Lu Yin sat alone upstairs for a long time until Ye Qingqing came up with two cups of milk tea.
"Cousin, it’s time for tea~" Ye Qingqing placed two cups of milk tea in front of Lu Yin and said with a smile, "Bai Weiwei looked at me and bought you milk tea and had to serve it to you, for fear that you might think you are the wife of our family.宠坏了的少爷呢。」
「她愿怎想就怎想吧。」陆隐一副我无所谓的样子，拿起面前的奶茶看了一眼，正要掀开盖子喝，叶青青立马给他插上了吸管。
Lu Yin nodded slightly, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "Ice?"
"Oh! Do you want something hot?" Ye Qingqing quickly put on another cup and handed it over, "Your cup is lemon and ice, and this cup is hot with matcha flavor. Which one do you like?"
Lu Yin again He took a sip of the hot one and nodded: "This matcha one is not bad."
"That's alright, please take it easy, I'll go down to accompany my wife first." Ye Qingqing went downstairs holding the glass of iced lemon milk tea.
At this time, two students came downstairs to buy books. Bai Weiwei was entertaining them, and Ye Qingqing was doing nothing while holding milk tea.
What should I do with the cup of milk tea in my hand?
Ye Qingqing also looked down at the milk tea and felt inexplicably flustered.
It seems a pity to throw it away!
Leaving aside the issue of money, it is not easy to make a cup of milk tea in a milk tea shop. It is always a bit hard for the delivery boy to ride so far to deliver it.
Lu Yin just took a sip. If he just threw it away, wouldn't it be a bit of a waste of the fruits of the people's labor?
Besides, Lu Yin is her master. Does she dislike her master?