Medicinal Immortal

When he came over, Lin Zhiyuan had asked the disciples in the monastery to bring a pot of tea over. At this time, seeing Xiaoyou kneeling down to apprentice, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

"Thank you, little master." He bowed to the monk who was waiting in the courtyard with his tea, and then he took the tea tray in his hands.

"Amitabha, the donor is polite."

The disciple replied with a bow, and when he saw him entering with tea, he also quietly retreated. Previously, I thought it was Master Tang who wanted tea. Only when I got here, they realized that they wanted to send the child to worship Master Tang as a teacher. They didn't expect Master Tang to actually accept the child.

Lin Zhiyuan, who returned to the courtyard, took a cup of tea and stepped forward and called out, "Xiaoyou." While speaking, he handed him the teacup in his hand.

Seeing this, the Song family smiled slightly and looked at Song Tianyou with encouragement.

Seeing a cup of tea, the child froze for a moment, and then took it: "Thank you Uncle Lin." As soon as the voice fell, he lifted the lid and drank the tea in the cup.

"this is not……"

The Song family, as well as Lin Zhiyuan, were dumbfounded. Before they could say anything, they saw that he had already drunk the cup of apprentice tea that was supposed to be respected to Master Tang.

"Ahem!"

Mo Ye, who had just taken a sip of his tea, couldn't help being choked upon seeing this scene. He clenched his fist against his lips and coughed slightly. It was the first time he saw that someone got bored with the apprentice tea.

"Puff! Hahahahaha..."

Tangning saw it and couldn't help but laugh out loud. The cheerful smile broke the embarrassment of the Song family.

I saw her eyes filled with joyful smiles, looking at the child who was holding the empty teacup, looking around blankly, and suddenly felt that this kid is really cute and cute. Maybe, close. He is really a good decision as a disciple.

"Stupid boy, that's the teacher's tea, let you bring it to your master." Father Song shook his head, his wrinkled face also wrinkled with a smile.

"I, I thought it was for me to drink." His face flushed, a little shy, and a little embarrassed to look at his master.

"Blam me too, I didn't remind you." Lin Zhiyuan said, took the empty cup in his hand, and handed it over to him: "This is tea for apprenticeship, respect your master, go quickly, hold it in both hands, please Master you drink."

Hearing this, Song Tianyou nodded, and took another cup of tea and knelt forward, serving the tea with both hands, and the tender voice came out crisply: "Master, please have tea."

Tangning glanced at him with a smile, then took the tea, took a sip and put it aside, saying, "Well, get up! Be obedient in the future."

"Yes, the disciple must listen to Master's words!" He responded loudly, with a happy smile on his face, and immediately stood up from the ground.

The Song family who witnessed this scene was a little wandering. After drinking and drinking from the teacher, shouldn't we say a few words of exhortation? Why is there only one sentence to be obedient?

Looking at the smiling little monk who was sitting, and then at Song Tianyou, who stood up and looked silly and happy, at this moment, the Song family father and son couldn't help wondering whether it was too trivial to let him worship Master Tang as his teacher?

"Come, come here a little bit." Tangning waved, motioning him to step forward.

Song Tianyou stepped forward and saw him take out a scraper, and looked at him with a smile: "I'll shave your head for the teacher, are you okay?"