Really not a villain

Mu Jiangling woke up from a coma, with almost no five senses, only a little touch with his fingers, and what he felt was soft.

"Are you awake?" The voice came from afar, as if in the sky.

Mu Jiangling didn't open his eyes.It's not that I don't want to, it's that I really don't have the energy.He thought dizzily: It was a blessing among misfortunes that he didn't expect to be able to lie on the quilt instead of being in a cold dungeon.

"You've been sleeping all day, are you hungry?"

Considering that he was not in the mood to eat the day before, he had not eaten for two days and was injured again, so he was naturally hungry.Under the urging of a strong sense of hunger, Mu Jiangling barely opened his two lips that were sticking together, trying to squeeze out a word: "Hungry..."

The man helped him up, let him lean in his arms, then passed a spoonful of warm food to his lips, and said warmly: "It's porridge, it's not hot, just eat some."

Mu Jiangling was already starving with hunger, no matter whether it was hot or not, and what it was, he opened his mouth and swallowed it without tasting the taste.After wolfing down a few spoonfuls, he finally recovered and had the energy to think about other things.

For example - why one of my eyes cannot be opened.

Mu Jiangling subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, but before he could touch it, someone gently grabbed his wrist.The man said: "Don't twist the gauze."

This voice is warm and pleasant, as if I have heard it somewhere.

"Brother Meng...?"

"it's me."

In an instant, his chaotic mind seemed to explode like a thunder, and he opened his eyes suddenly, remembering all the previous things, and there was only one thought in his mind: "It's over, Meng Tingshen really saved himself."

"Where is this?"

"Junshan. We have come up from the bottom of the water."

"You and Xuanxi... no, it's your master..."

"This is my temporary residence in Junshan. To bring you here, of course, I need Master's permission."

Mu Jiangling breathed a sigh of relief.At this time, his whole body was covered with bandages, most of his face was covered, only one eye was exposed, his appearance was haggard, his expression was sluggish, and he looked extremely pitiful.Meng Ting couldn't help sighing deeply: "You hurt yourself like this, but you wake up and ask me first? Let me ask you, where is your cultivation?"

"Uh... this... was an accident..." Mu Jiangling was stabbed in the sore spot, faltering and evasive, struggling to get out of Meng Ting's deep embrace.

Meng Tingshen tapped his big acupoint directly: "Don't move around, the wound will open."

"..." Mu Jiangling couldn't move, and still didn't give up, "Senior Brother Meng, can you let me go? I feel like I've got an injury, and it hurts a bit."

Sure enough, Meng Tingshen let him go, untied the acupoints, and said worriedly: "Where does it hurt? Is the wound open again?"

"No, no, no, no. Brother Meng, what happened after I passed out?"

Meng Ting paused, and wrote lightly: "I told Master that you did not kill the disciples of Busi Pavilion, and they didn't find Wen Tianjing from you, so they wanted to imprison you and torture you. I noticed that your cultivation level There is something wrong, and I feel that it is not appropriate to fall into their hands, so I brought you here to recuperate."

To put it bluntly, it is not an easy matter to just get myself away from those fairy masters who are not easy to get along with.

Mu Jiangling said: "How can you be sure that I didn't kill the hundreds of people who didn't think about the pavilion?"

"Wuguiyuan claims that there will be no return. When you escaped from Wuguiyuan with Su Chongjiu, there was a lot of movement, and the whole Qingyuntai was shaking. I forcibly interrupted the retreat and came out, only to know that you and Qingyuntai were together again. There was a conflict." Speaking of this incident, Meng Tingshen looked very helpless, and after a while, he continued, "I chased after you and saw you fighting with others, but you didn't hurt his life. You are very measured. It's not like what you said Killed to rise? Later, I heard that the disciples of Busi Pavilion had more than a hundred casualties, and I heard that you did it. I felt strange. I wanted to go down the mountain immediately to find you, but the interruption of the retreat would damage the cultivation base a bit, so I rested It took a while to leave Qingyuntai."

Mu Jiangling: "..." At that time, he was only focused on running for his life and had no time to kill people. He didn't know that Meng Tingshen actually got out of the customs and saw himself.Now that I saw it, why didn't I take action?He thought of it and asked naturally: "Why didn't you stop me?"

Meng Ting asked back, "Why should I stop you?"

Mu Jiangling: "... Anyway, you are also the senior brother of Qingyuntai, why are you so biased?" He was puzzled, why did Meng Tingshen let himself go so many times?The same is true in Yucheng, the three tricks by the lake may not count again.

Meng Ting thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you remember that when it snowed that year, the streets were filled with red lanterns?"

"Red lanterns? Snowing? You mean the time of the New Year?"

As expected of being born in Xianmen, he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, and he doesn't even know these festivals very well.

"That was the last time I came to persuade you to go to Qingyuntai with me, so I waited at the door for a long time." Meng Tingshen said slowly, "I don't know why, there were few pedestrians that day, and there was snow on the street again, which was heavier than usual. Get colder. By the time the moon rises, I'm already leaving, but you suddenly appear."

Mu Jiangling frowned, remembering.

It was New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, three feet of snow, and icicles froze on the blue tiles and eaves.Ye Niannian came running to tell him that the elder brother from Qingyuntai is here again.She was talking and laughing, her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, and she said: "I have never seen such a stupid person standing in the snow and freezing. How many times do you think he has come?"

"Let him stay, or you go and drive him away. After this year, we'll change places."

"Forget it, don't chase him away, wait for him to leave by himself. If he really has bad intentions, Qingyuntai will send someone to take away our pot." Ye Niannian wrapped the rabbit fur cloak around her body tightly, stretched out her hand and breathed, The tip of the small nose was red with cold, "By the way, what do you think we are having for dinner tonight?"

"hot pot."

"You came up with something new again? Duan Qing likes to eat your fried melon seeds." Ye Niannian smiled and said, "Why don't you teach me some other day? I want to make some for him."

"Of course. But you said something wrong just now. People who don't know how to understand, do they still have a relationship?"

Ye Niannian blushed suddenly, and spat, "You're the only one who talks too much."

The hot pot boiled, gurgling steam and fragrance, and everyone sat around, stretching out their chopsticks, and scooping up all kinds of food in the pot.After Mu Jiangling took a bite, he remembered that there seemed to be someone outside.

"On New Year's Eve, why don't you call people in for a hot pot meal?"

Su Chongjiu picked up a piece of meat: "It's up to you."

Ye Niannian snatched a vegetable from Duan Qing's chopsticks: "It's quite cold outside."

Duanqing changed to a radish clip: "He's not bad, he can."

Pei Xing stared at the pile of vegetables, radish and meat in the bowl dumbfounded: "Eat it yourself, or give some to Jiang Ling, I can't eat too much."

Everyone despised: "You still care about him, he can chopsticks faster than anyone else."

Mu Jiangling: "...Then I'll call someone in."

"Go, go, hurry up, we'll eat up everything when you come back."

Meng Ting looked at the moon deeply, a thick layer of snow fell on his shoulders, even his eyebrows were stained with frost, his whole body was as cold as ice and snow.Mu Jiangling opened the door, brushed off the snowflakes from his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Meng, are you coming in for a New Year's Eve dinner?"

…………

That's it?

Mu Jiangling was not sure, and asked tentatively, "Is the hot pot delicious?"

Meng Ting recalled deeply, and said, "I forgot. But, it should be delicious."

Mu Jiangling: "Just... because of this?"

"More than that." Meng Ting looked down at him deeply, with a little pity in his eyes, "Ten years ago, if you could become my little junior brother, it would be great, and you wouldn't suffer so much for nothing. It's a pity, the relationship between us After all, the fate between the brothers and sisters is a little shallow."

Mu Jiangling's throat choked when he heard it, he turned his head, buried himself in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't mention it."

Heart warming, but sour.He hid in the quilt and tried to calm down for a while, suddenly remembered about Ye Niannian, and quickly lifted the quilt: "Did you know that Ye Niannian was locked up in Busi Pavilion?"

Meng Ting hesitated deeply: "How...how did you know?"

Mu Jiangling hurriedly said: "Don't worry about how I know, what is Busige going to do to her? Will there be any danger to her life?"

Meng Ting shook his head deeply: "No, after all she...you don't have to be sad, it's all fate, and it has its own cause and effect."

"It's fine..." Mu Jiangling relaxed and lay back on the bed, tiredness slowly covering his whole body, and his eyelids began to twitch.

Meng Ting hesitated for a while, then said softly: "Ling Yun said, have you been here at night?"

The words came out like thunder, and Mu Jiangling fell out of his dream in an instant.He sat up suddenly, pulled the wound, and grinned in pain: "I, I just came to look for you...I didn't find it, I really, really didn't take it..."

He grabbed Meng Tingshen's sleeve and argued incoherently: "It's not me, really, really it's not me...I didn't hide..."

After all, Mu Jiangling wanted to bite off his tongue. Isn't this place without 300 taels of silver?

Meng Tingshen loosened his grip on the sleeve little by little, gently supported his back with one hand, and said, "En."

Mu Jiangling: "Huh?"

Meng Tingshen: "I will go and tell Master, you should rest well."

There was no suspicion, and nothing much was said.

Mu Jiangling sat on the bed, staring blankly at Meng Tingshen's leaving back.The sun outside the door is just right, and the whole courtyard is full of winter depression, only the white clothes are better than the snow, warm, bright and fresh.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

very nice.so good.

The author has something to say:

Happy new year to the cuties in advance!There is no rest on New Year's Eve, there are chapter updates!I will send red envelopes to the first ten cute little ones who leave a message~~ (Although I think this red envelope is endless