self-cultivation separation

Mu Nianqing heard Xu Qingxiu's question, and replied without hesitation: "Daddy slept with us just now, but I fell asleep later, so I don't know."

She looked at her father worriedly: "Daddy, Daddy, are you unhappy?"

Before Xu Qingxiu had time to answer, he saw a slender and tall figure pushing open the door and walking in, approaching the two of them while calmly saying, "Why are you unhappy?"

Xu Qingxiu was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, greeted the other party as relaxed as possible, and called, "Sect Master Mu."

Mu Lingshen looked him up and down carefully, nodded slightly, walked to the edge of the bed and knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, leaned forward over Xu Qingxiu who was half sitting on it, and stretched out his arms to Mu Nianqing , said: "Xuexue, come to Daddy, you should go back to sleep."

Mu Nianqing hugged Xu Qingxiu's arm in resistance, and refused, "No, I want to be with Daddy."

Xu Qingxiu could feel that Muling Shen seemed a little distressed for a moment, but when he looked at that handsome but equally icy face, he found that it was still as cold as a thousand years old, and did not reveal the slightest emotion.

He just looked at his daughter and lowered his voice slightly: "Be obedient."

Two pairs of black eyes just stared at each other.

Although Xu Qingxiu always deceives himself into thinking that his daughter looks like him, objectively speaking, nine and a half out of ten people he meets will say that Xuexue looks like Mu Lingshen, and it is inevitable to say something like "Daughter just looks like "Father" "Looks like Mu Suzerain, he looks like a beautiful child" is not nutritious.

Mu Nianqing confronted her father in silence for a long time with a straight face, and finally surrendered to Mu Lingshen's open arms, allowing him to carry her away.

This is actually a habit she developed since she was a child. Since Mu Nianqing was born, Mu Lingshen has never let her sleep with her parents.Xu Qingxiu once had objections, because he remembered that when he was a child, before his mother remarried, he was coaxed to sleep by his parents, and he would wake up in his mother's warm embrace every morning.

However, Mu Lingshen insisted on his opinion very much, saying that he always slept by himself when he was a child, never relied on his parents, and insisted on making his daughter independent from an early age.

He said that Xu Qingxiu spoiled his daughter too much, which is not good.

Xu Qingxiu felt that the order was too double-standard. He only allowed the state officials to set fire and not allow the people to light the lamps. He could dote on his daughter however he wanted.

During the years in Dongfu, Xu Qingxiu was worried about the child every night. No matter how tired he was, he would go to see his daughter before going to bed and cover her with a quilt; when he was not too tired, he could even watch two or three times a night.

Mu Lingshen didn't care about this, and even said casually: "You don't have to watch so carefully, my girl is really skinny, even if you leave her outside for ten days and half a month, she can survive on her own. "

Xu Qingxiu was almost pissed off when he heard him say that. For the first time, he had the courage to lose his temper with Master Mu, poking his chest with red eyes and asking if he was his daughter's father.

Sect Master Mu Shao returned home without a feather, and honestly stopped answering, and never dared to say anything like "She can survive by herself regardless of being thrown outside for ten days and a half months".

But it was also because Xu Qingxiu knew that Muling Shen had such thoughts, as if he treated his daughter as a natural stone monkey, so he was more worried that after he left, if Mu Sect Master's new wife didn't like Xuexue, what would happen to Mu Lingshen? So that Shen Zhen can act to let go of his daughter.

However, after five years of implementation of Muling Shen's policy, it is obvious that it is very effective. Although Mu Nianqing felt a little sorry for not being able to stay in her parents' big bed and hug her father to sleep, she still honestly let Muling Shen carry her out of the house, lying on the bed. He said to Xu Qingxiu on his shoulder: "Daddy wait for me, tomorrow we will go to see Grandpa Laoshu."

Xu Qingxiu suddenly thought that this was Mu Lingshen's bedroom, and since his daughter was carried back to the house, he should leave wisely, otherwise, it would be too shameful for the bird to occupy the dove's nest, and Mu Zongzhu might be embarrassed to drive him away.

He struggled and wanted to get up, but he accidentally pulled the wound on his chest, and when his body hurt, he immediately bared his teeth so that his entire face was distorted.

Muling Shen held his daughter in his left hand and was about to go out the door. When he saw this, he turned back, stretched out his right hand and pressed Xu Qingxiu's right hand gently and irresistibly, and pressed him on the bed. He said in a deep voice, "You have to do it again. What? Stay here and recuperate."

Xu Qingxiu intuitively knew that he seemed to have offended the Mu Sect Master again. He was pushed down on the bed and watched Mu Lingchen go out with his daughter in his arms.

Before he could figure out the situation clearly, Sect Master Mu had already turned around again under the moonlight, pushed open the door with a "squeak", and looked at Xu Qingxiu who was struggling to sit up again.

Xu Qingxiu met Mu Ling Shen's cold gaze, and slowly lay down on his own initiative, looking away, "I've been lying here and haven't moved."

Muling Shen said "En", came over and took off the snow-white and silver-embroidered robe naturally, then sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to take off his boots, and sat there wearing only his jacket and socks.

Xu Qingxiu was very used to seeing Mu Ling Shen undressing from this angle, and was also used to the process of his undressing. For a while, he felt very natural and there was nothing wrong with it.

It wasn't until Mu Lingchen took off his coat and top, and lifted the quilt to lie down, that Xu Qingxiu suddenly woke up, realizing that Sect Master Mu was going to rest.However, this itself was Mu Lingchen's bedroom, so there was nothing wrong with it.

The only thing that is wrong is the self who appears here at this time.

Regardless of the wound, Xu Qingxiu struggled to sit up again, not daring to look at Mu Ling Shen, lowered his head and said quickly: "Don't dare to bother Mu Sect Master to rest, I'd better go back."

Mu Lingshen's eyes flicked across his face, bringing a trace of coolness.

Xu Qingxiu temporarily changed his words: "...Or I can sleep in the guest room."

Muling Shen didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to push off Xu Qingxiu's shirt, and touched the gauze wrapped around the wound: "The wound has opened again."

The black steel thorns of the man in black were quenched with demonic poison, Xu Qingxiu refused to dodge that one, and the wound was deep, even if he was a cultivator and used the best wound medicine, it would be difficult for him to heal quickly.

Muling Shen held his left hand again and pressed him back to the bed forcefully, looked at his face, paused for a moment, then let go of his right hand and then moved it away Xu Qingxiu was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead A few strands of temple hair, and then got out of bed bare upper body to get the medicine.

Xu Qingxiu's eyes followed his back involuntarily, a little lost in thought, and only turned his eyes away with a wry smile when Mu Ling Shen turned around with the medicine tray in his hand.

Mu Zongzhu probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder about his hair, and he has to straighten it every time to be happy. It's not that he doesn't know, there is something to be excited about.

Xu Qingxiu silently closed his eyes, and silently recited the Qianshan Sword Jue, trying to calm himself down.

How much he wished that he could be as immobile as Mu Lingchen, because probably only those who have experienced it will understand that there is the most embarrassing feeling in this world, called self-indulgence.