Absolutely admire

Bai Yuan closed the book, stood up and put the book flat on the wooden table, saying: "After entering Jiuxiao Mountain, you need to ask someone to be your teacher."

Cong Rong swallowed his saliva and said, "Then?"

Bai Yuan stared at him for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice and asked, "You don't want to worship me?"

really!

Although begging him is definitely better than Duan Qiong's, but he is going to escape!Unlike his father, he didn't want to spend his whole life in the mountains relying on cultivating immortals.

Jiuxiao Mountain is cold, solemn, with many rules, and the people inside are also very rigid, I have seen all these before!

Although he also thought so when he first saw Bai Yuan, but now the chat is quite smooth.

But he just didn't want to go up the mountain, let alone enter Jiuxiao Mountain!But it would be too embarrassing to say directly what he didn't want to face.

Cong Rong scratched his cheeks, smiled awkwardly, and stammered, "That... I didn't think about it, it was just..."

"If you don't think about it, don't think too much, go downstairs and go to bed early after eating."

Before he could answer, Bai Yuan made a bed on the ground and added: "You sleep on the bed."

Seeing him slowly laying down, Cong Rong felt a little embarrassed, and said: "...You should sleep on the bed? I'm used to eating and drinking on weekdays. It doesn't matter if I sleep on the floor. You are cultivators, and you look pampered and pampered." If you sleep on the floor, I'm afraid your back will hurt tomorrow..." He said nonsense.

Bai Yuan didn't answer, the room was extremely quiet.A few seconds later, a steady, light and faint breathing sounded slowly.

Cong Rong tilted his upper body and sighed, "...so fast?"

After speaking, he went down lightly to find food.

The first floor of the inn was empty, and the current guests had gone to spend the holidays at home early on New Year's Eve, so how could anyone stay in the inn stupidly?

In the empty first floor, there were only two monks talking softly while eating on the table and chairs in the farthest corner.

The monk in Tsing Yi said: "Let's not talk about that monster first, I heard that the head master is going to take Cong Quan's son back to the mountain?!"

This man was only about seventeen years old, and he actually called his father by his first name.

The blue-clothed monk: "Isn't that right? I saw it clearly just now. I also admire Master. Look at that guy. He behaves just like his father. If he doesn't behave well, he will cause trouble sooner or later."

He added: "In fact, I think what Uncle Duan Qiong said is correct, this kind of person should not be kept, if something really happens..."

The friar in Tsing Yi said: "That's right, that's right, I think so too! The senior brother in charge is too kind! His father's reputation before was so good, and he was once famous, but who knows, in the end it wasn't that good." To do that kind of outrageous thing for one person, even with your own hands..."

The monk in green hadn't finished speaking when a cold sword was pressed against his throat. He looked back and met those extremely cold eyes, full of murderous intent.

If it is said that Bai Yuan's eyes are ice-cold to the bone, then these eyes only increase the murderous intent.

The blue-clothed monk stood up angrily, picked up the long sword that had been put aside, and whispered to him, "Your surname is Cong! How dare you act recklessly!?"

They didn't know Cong Rong's name, but they knew that his father was Cong Quan, so they could only call him Cong Rong.

Hearing his voice was very quiet, he definitely didn't want his master to hear them discussing about Cong Rong's father.

Cong Rong raised his brows, twitched his mouth, and said with a smile: "What? Since you know that I rob and steal all day long, do you know that I also do a lot of things like murder and arson?"

He smiled coldly, but his eyes were extremely bright, and his hand holding the sword tightened even more. In less than a few centimeters, the long sword was about to pierce the throat of the cultivator in green, and the blood flowed profusely.

Seeing that he really wanted to do it, "Don't...don't! We apologize, I'm sorry, we shouldn't insult you! I was wrong! Don't do it!"

The monk in blue covered his mouth and shouted, but he also controlled his volume.

He heard Duan Qiong yelling in the room before, saying that a brat broke his own Qingyan spell, and why the head of the sect protected him like this.

This surprised him.

He knows how capable his master is and how powerful his cultivation is.Never thought that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old bastard would have this ability, and he must have learned it from his father!

The blue-clothed friar also added: "Yes, it's our fault. We apologize to you. You must never tell Master about this."

Cong Rong withdrew his ghostly smile and said, "Let's just forget about it this time. Next time I hear you guys discussing anything about me, I'll kill you all."

"Yes Yes."

Cong Rong put away his sword and said, "Go buy food."

Two people: "Huh?"

Cong Rong sat on a stool with Erlang's legs crossed, the upper arm of his right hand pressed against the table, his palm forming a fist to support his temple, and said, "Buy me food with the money you bring."

Both of them understood, and said: "Okay... no problem, we'll go right away, you wait a moment." They set off to order at the counter in embarrassment.

Looking at the backs of the two, Cong Rong got up and left with a gloomy expression.

Tsk, upset!

By the time the two returned to the distance with a few plates of good food, Cong Rong was nowhere to be seen.

He quietly returned to the room, walked to the bedside and sat down, hugged "Shen Xiaojian" tightly in his arms, looked down at Bai Yuan lying on the ground, slightly closed his eyelids, and said softly: "Why are they alone?" Both of them are different from what you said."

But after a while, he remembered what Bai Yuan had said to him about his father being jealous, so he didn't think about it too much, climbed into bed, and fell asleep.

At that time, soft sunlight came in through the paper window and shone on Cong Rong's delicate and childish face. He sat up with his eyes closed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and sat motionless on the bed. After 5 minutes, he said: "I am so hungry."

His voice was slightly hoarse and he was still awake.

Bai Yuan was carrying a few dishes on the table, and said, "Go wash up first." Seeing him get up and stupefied on the bed for a long while, the first sentence he said was "I'm so hungry", he shook his head helplessly, the corners of his lips froze. But soft as water.

Looking at the incomparably rich food, Cong Rong suddenly got up, fetched water and went to wash up.The ponytail on the back of his head was slightly messed up by him all night.Seeing that he took it off and stroked it a few times before tying it up, if I can evaluate it in one word: crooked!

Seeing him devouring his food, Bai Yuan said, "Is this how you usually eat?"

Cong Rong looked up at him, didn't speak, just ate, and put a dish in his mouth.

Bai Yuan's eyes seemed to be as black as ink, and he said: "It's good to eat without talking."

"Cough cough cough..." He choked a few times.

Bai Yuan went to pat him on the back and said, "Eat slowly."

"When you woke up today." Cong Rong chewed his meal, "Isn't your waist sore?"

Bai Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, stared at his face and denied, "No."

"Oh." Cong Rong swallowed a few mouthfuls, "By the way, can you teach me how to use spiritual power?"

Bai Yuan looked at him and said, "Go back to the mountain and teach again."

Cong Rong pouted and said, "Then, can you see if I have spiritual power?"

Bai Yuan said: "Yes."

Cong Rong put down his rice bowl, tilted his head, dragged his cheeks, looked up at his profile from below, and asked with a smile, "Where is it?"

Outside the door, there was a knock on the door, followed by Qiu Qingxuan's voice: "Junior brother, can you finish your meal? If you finish your meal, go downstairs to gather and prepare to go back to the mountain."

"Ah."

One word is concise and clear.Cong Rong looks at him.

His face remained unchanged, his tone cold.It suddenly occurred to him that from the first time he saw Bai Yuan, he had never smiled, not even made any other expressions.

Oh, I raised my eyebrows a few times.

Cong Rong said: "Bai Yuan, have you always been like this?"

Bai Yuan looked at him for a while, and said, "You shouldn't call me that."

Cong Rong was stunned.

That's right, he also said yesterday that he would ask him to worship him as a teacher after returning to the mountain. He is an elder, and he is a member of the younger generation.He said: "We haven't reached Jiuxiao Mountain yet, we are considered peers and friends now. If you call more now, you won't be able to call them later."

Bai Yuan withdrew his gaze, showing no expression.

Cong Rong continued: "You haven't answered me yet, have you always been like that?"

Bai Yuan got up, left a word and went out: "Come down after eating."

Cong Rong was speechless: "..."

Why didn't you answer again?

up the mountain——

This wave of people was originally composed of three colors: blue, white and blue.

But now there are two different colors inserted.

One black, one red.

Cong Rong flicked his sleeves, and said with disgust on his face, "Where did you get this dress, why are you so gorgeous?"

Mo Yenan rolled his eyes and said: "Why, I bought it on the way with the money I saved. The women's dress yesterday was really horrible."

Cong Rong patted him on the head and exclaimed, "Didn't you lose your money bag? Why do you still have money?"

Mo Yenan was slapped with stares in his eyes, he slapped him back, and said angrily: "What a drop! What the hell am I doing with my own money!"

He didn't catch it, but was grabbed by the wrist by Cong Rong.

"Hey, you fake groom official actually embezzled public funds. If you want to embezzle it, will you help me?!"

"You're a fucking fake groom! It's none of my business that you didn't move!"

Hearing the noise of the two, Duan Qiong coughed a few times, signaling them to be quiet.

Cong Rong over there looked over and said, "If you cough, go take some medicine! If you don't have any medicine, just hold back!"

Mo Yenan also echoed: "Don't quarrel, I have to fight him today!"

Duan Qiong: "..." He shook his sleeves angrily, and his walking pace gradually accelerated until the wind was blowing under his feet.

He really is a playboy who can't be enlightened!Simply naughty!

Cong Rong glanced at him, confused and said: "It's strange, aren't you cultivators, don't you go up with your sword?"

Qiu Qingxuan smiled and said, "This is also a kind of experience."

"Ow, all right."

awesome!

He turned to look at Bai Yuan, who followed behind Qiu Qingxuan like an exile.

But I can only see his back, I don't know what his expression is now?

Cong Rong started his imagination.

...You don't need to think about it, you know it's still the same face that looks like a dead mother.

Wait, it's not really dead, is it?

No, no, he doesn't look like a lifeless person after he dies like this.

...what the hell am I thinking about?

It's none of my business, don't think about it, don't think about it, anyway, I won't see him in the future.