Really not a villain

On the way back, a late-returning umbrella seller walked up to him, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, with a basket full of oil-paper umbrellas behind him.

Passing by, the man suddenly greeted: "You two, it's snowing lightly, why don't you buy an umbrella?"

Just at this moment, a grain of snow rolled from the hair into the nape of the neck, and fell coldly on the warm skin, Mu Jiangling shivered suddenly.Ying Chen said, "Buy one."

He picked out an umbrella painted with red plums, paid for it, opened it, and covered Mu Jiangling's head obliquely.

The two continued walking.

Mu Jiangling asked, "Why didn't you find me after searching all afternoon? Aren't you able to tell where I am based on your own blood?"

"After Sanqinguo is reunited in Dantian, it won't be possible."

"No wonder you couldn't find anyone after I went into the water at Junshan Wentian Festival. I thought the water-avoiding beads were so magical, and I wondered if I could get one if I had the chance in the future."

Ying Chen was displeased: "I can't find you, is it fun?"

"No, hiss, don't hold on so tightly, it hurts. You'll treat me like a dead thing. It's not normal for me to have this kind of thought." Mu Jiangling bit out a piece of candy cake from the paper bag and wanted to eat it. After a while, he failed miserably, and looked at Ying Chen pitifully, "...can you, spice it up a bit, I can't talk anymore..."

Ying Chen took down half of the candy cake he was holding in his mouth: "It's cold, don't eat it."

"What a pity, go back and eat hot. How much did you spend? Li Qingya said that he has no money to eat. Remember to return the money bag to him when you go back. I will make up for the money spent."

Ying Chen threw away the sugar cake, took out the empty purse from his bosom, shook it, and said, "No more."

Mu Jiangling: "No more?! I just bought some snacks, how expensive can it be? He can't be so poor, can he?"

Ying Chen: "Well, very poor."

Suddenly, Mu Jiangling felt blessed, slapped his forehead, and said, "You won't be slaughtered, will you?"

Ying Chen: "Slaughtered?"

"Tell me, how did you spend the money?"

"The money bag is full of silver bullion. If I buy one, I will give one piece."

"..."

Mu Jiangling's painful reflection: Yes, it's his own fault for not teaching Ying Chen the concept of money early.Thinking about it again, why does this guy still have to pay for things from his own pocket in the end?It's a real loss, a big loss, to fall in love with someone who sticks money and sticks to others!

Back at the inn, as soon as Mu Jiangling entered the door, he remembered his resounding "I like him? Pigs can climb trees!".People want face and tree want skin, he didn't go to Li Qingya to talk, he turned his head and ran to the next door to find a relationship, excitedly preparing to have a long talk all night.Knocked on the door several times, but no one answered.

"Stop knocking, people have already left."

"Gone? When did you leave?"

"Just when you went out for a stroll in the afternoon. Duanqing found a carriage and said he was going to take a step first. He wanted to come to say goodbye to you, but he waited and waited until you didn't come back, so he asked me to tell you." Li Qingya Holding a candlestick and wearing pajamas, he leaned out half of his body by the door, "The room is reserved for you. Um... If I read correctly, you came back with an umbrella?"

Mu Jiangling: "No! Don't talk nonsense!"

Li Qingya waved his hand: "Okay, then I'll go to bed."

Mu Jiangling was speechless: "You slept again, how long will you sleep in a day?"

"Ah, I was wrong, I want to practice." Li Qingya was as lazy as if he had no bones, "You haven't slept for a few days, and you use practice as sleep every three days, and you are not afraid of sudden death."

Mu Jiangling choked for a moment, and retorted, "You're either sleeping or in a daze every day. Your master will probably die of anger when he sees you like this."

It was an unintentional remark, but Li Qingya was strangely silent.After a while, he returned to his unmotivated look: "Anyway, he can't see it anymore. People who go out to visit mountains and rivers by themselves and leave their apprentices on the empty mountains to guard the gate, don't care if their apprentices practice or not."

"When I think about it someday, I'll always come back to look for you, right?" Mu Jiangling said, "I wish my master would be happy outside, instead of turning into a pile of bones in some corner."

"Your master... I heard that he is missing? I don't know your master's name, maybe I have heard of it, or I know his whereabouts. To teach a disciple like you, you must not be an unknown person."

Mu Jiangling smiled awkwardly: "My master is really not a big shot, his surname is Ping, and his name is Xiu Yu, and he lives in seclusion in Nanzhou all the year round. You must have never heard of it."

"Ping Xiuyu?" Li Qingya recalled for a moment and asked in surprise, "Is he your master?"

Mu Jiangling: "!!!"

Mu Jiangling: "You know?! Have you met? Where? When? Is he okay???"

The candlestick in Li Qingya's hand was almost knocked over.He frantically held the candle, and said: "You, don't get excited, I have never seen it before, but I just heard it from my master. If you want to listen, come into the room, and I will speak to you slowly, standing like this I am cold."

"Listen if you want." He nodded like a chicken pecking rice, turned his head and pushed Ying Chen, "You wait in this room first, I will be back in a while."

Ying Chen reluctantly agreed.

When he came in, Li Qingya closed the door, put a lampshade on the candlestick, and said: "I'm too lazy to change my coat, that's all."

Mu Jiangling: "Yes."

A paper lamp was faintly placed on the table. Li Qingya was wearing a light-colored tunic with rolled-up sleeves, revealing half of his fair arms. His hair was pushed back to his left shoulder, and his right ear was faintly transparent under the lamplight.This ordinary posture has stripped away all the imperceptible alienation in the past, and it looks a little subtle closeness.

Li Qingya was embarrassed by the stare, touched his face, and said: "What do you think I am doing? This look is indeed disrespectful, but..."

"No, it's not in the way. This is fine." Mu Jiangling looked away and said, "Let's talk about my master."

"Many years ago, I asked my master, um, I was still a master at that time, about some cultivation matters." Probably thinking of the dark history when he was young, Li Qingya looked a little embarrassed, "Because the question was too ignorant The sky is high and the earth is thick, and I was severely taught by the master. Hey...too cruel, I, I am only eight years old!"

"That," Mu Jiangling asked curiously, "what did you ask?"

"I asked Master, if you can't avoid the suffering of life and death, what's the use of cultivating immortals?"

"Hey! Brother Qingya, I also asked my master this! Wow, really, it's too miserable..." Mu Jiangling said, looking back with a look of unbearable expression, "Just like stepping on thunder, bah, just like stepping on mine!" It's like killing his life! Not to mention the punishment, he still has a bad face for a few days!"

Now Li Qingya seemed to have found a bosom friend, and wept bitterly: "My master is going too far! He used spiritual power to pump me! The spiritual power of the realm of harmony, pumped an eight-year-old child! And asked a question,' What’s the use of cultivating immortals? Tell me! What’s the use of cultivating immortals?’ I was beaten almost to death, and never dared to think about this question again.”

The two hugged each other and cried for a while, before Mu Jiangling came to the main topic: "Then what does this matter have to do with my master?"

"Later, when I was recovering from my injuries, my master told me about a person he met when he traveled abroad in his early years. It was your master Ping Xiuyu."

"Shi Kong is very interested, I have not traveled far to Nanzhou."

"It's not Nanzhou. Speaking of it, it's near here, it seems to be Wan'an. May I ask, but the teacher is... a waste spirit root?"

Mu Jiangling nodded: "Yes."

"That's right, my master told me that this person is the person he has seen the most understanding of the Dao in his life, but it is a pity that he was born with no spiritual roots and could not practice. Then he was probably depressed and tried to find another way, so he embarked on a crooked path. Road. He wants to know why he is a disabled spirit root, what is the body of a disabled spirit root that is not tolerated by the Dao, and how to make himself able to cultivate. However, he got into the horns of the most critical issue-human Why are you cultivating immortals?"

"Just because of this, he almost delved into madness, thinking day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, looking haggard, as if withered, the last fire burned all his residence and all the collected and extracted classics, and no one was there. My master is here Standing in front of the ruins of that house for a long time, he picked up a few surviving manuscripts. After reading them, he sat for a whole day, destroying all these manuscripts, and only sighed—the world is not benevolent.”

Mu Jiangling was dumbfounded when he heard this, and murmured: "This, is this really my master? Paranoid, fanatic..." He was completely different from the gentle and indifferent master he knew in his heart.

Li Qingya said: "That's all I know. Because the beating was too severe - I will never forget it, so I remembered the person Master told me about. Moreover, since accepting me, Master has never done anything casually. Having been out of the mountain gate, this 'early years' is probably really early."

Mu Jiangling: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Li Qingya sent him to the door and said with a smile, "Sweet dream."

It took Mu Jiangling a while to recall, this "good dream" and the meaningful smile - Ying Chen was waiting for him next door.

It's not that they haven't slept in the same room.I also slept in a quilt.What a fuss.

He shook his head and opened the door.

Ying Chen: "Are you back?"

Mu Jiangling: "Yes. I want to practice tonight, so go to sleep."

"Cultivation?" Ying Chen looked up at him, "Do you want to practice?"

…………

Why does it sound like you are wronged? ? ?Could it be, could it be, could it be that, he thought—oh! ! !

Mu Jiangling wished he could turn around and flee to Li Qingya's room: "No, it's a bit...too fast, isn't it?"

"What?" Ying Chen was puzzled, "Didn't you sleep with me before?"

Um? ? ?Just want to sleep together? ? ?Are your thoughts too evil? ? ?Mu Jiangling introspected, deeply introspected, and reflected on his moral education teacher...

Ying Chen: "You want to practice? Then..."

"Ah, no, I won't practice anymore." Mu Jiangling quickly tossed off his shoes and went to bed, patted the open space beside him, "Come on, sleep."

Ying Chen slowly got into bed, blew on the lamp, and hugged him into his arms.

"What are you shaking?"

"I... nervous, um... woo...don't kiss..."

"Are you still nervous?"

"No, no..."