self-cultivation separation

A lot of days had passed since that time, but when he thought about it again, Xu Qingxiu's heart still twitched unavoidably.

He laughed at himself, turned his eyes away from the seats in the middle, and reached out to pick up the long-necked glazed jade bottle on the long table—it is not easy for ordinary junior disciples like them to drink Yungu Immortal Noodles, but today they can drink as much as they like. Drinking freely can be regarded as the blessing of Mu Sect Master and the others.

Xu Qingxiu came to the dinner party originally with the purpose of cheering up and inquiring about the past at Lanyan Villa, but now it seems that everyone is seeking friendship. Hello, me, hello, everyone, not even the possible Demon Sword Qiannian When I mentioned it, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that there was nothing else to do except drink under the waning mood.

Yungu Immortal Noodle is the best immortal Noodle, and it has a lot of stamina. Xu Qingxiu felt an extremely intense fire burning in his chest and abdomen after a few cups. to searing heat.

He reached out and touched his face lightly with the back of his hand.Well, it's a little hot.

So he smiled lightly, walked around the same door beside him, and walked out of the venue through the inconspicuous side door to have a shower.

But he didn't know that someone had been watching him secretly while he was indulging in fine wine.

Muling Shen was sensitive to Xu Qingxiu's vague gaze looking at him from the very beginning.

There are two to three hundred people in the banquet courtyard, and there are many eyes looking at him, but Xu Shaoxia's eyes are of course extremely important.

After realizing this, Mu Zongzhu kept his expression unchanged, secretly straightened his back, and checked whether his posture of holding the cup and chopsticks was elegant, calm, and whether he could make people feel that he was a reliable person at a glance. Man—later he felt that he was thinking too much, no matter how hard he tried, this gesture alone seemed unable to convey enough information.

But Mu Lingshen secretly looked at the master of the Qingcang Pavilion and the head of the Yungu Immortal Sect on his left and right, and felt a little relieved.

The one on the left with long eyebrows and drooping shoulders is like a long-lived old man in the legend of the underworld; the one on the right with a big belly is already a middle-aged image.

Everyone is the master of the same school, and it really depends on the peers to set off.

The curtain was held calmly, pretending not to notice that the other party was looking at him, but he kept secretly glancing at Xu Qingxiu from the corner of his eye, and soon sadly found that Qingxiu didn't look at him, and changed to drinking.

The good thing is that this time he can finally look at his beloved wife openly this time without being afraid to meet her eyes.

The bad thing is that I feel very lost inside, and I feel lost in waves.

The children are so old, Mu Zongzhu doesn't want to be as naive as a young man who has just grown up or just married, and the daughter-in-law doesn't care if she is unhappy, but the feeling of loss is uncontrollable.

Soon he saw that Xu Qingxiu's face turned pink due to the smell of alcohol. He even tested the temperature with the back of his hand, and there seemed to be a little discomfort between his brows and eyes.

Mu Ling Shen couldn't move his eyes a little bit.

It's all because he is too useless, otherwise Qingxiu could be hidden at this time.

The head of Yungu Immortal Sect Hong called out in a low voice: "Sect Master Mu?"

Because his expression was too cold and serious, no one could guess what he was really thinking, only the head Hong who was beside him noticed that he seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Muling Shen followed Xu Qingxiu's unsteady steps and left from the side door. He lowered his eyes and turned to Sect Master Hong and said, "Sorry, I'm a little bored. I'm going to blow some air."

Head Hong naturally wouldn't stop him, instead he vigorously promoted the wind of his Yungu Fairy Sect: "...the wind here is the best. It blows for a long time, keeps the body strong, prolongs life, refreshes the mind, and cultivates Get twice the result with half the effort, who knows who is bragging... Sect Master Mu bragging more, bragging more..."

The curtain ordered Shen's robe to flutter. He was tall and long-legged, and soon caught up with Xu Qingxiu who was walking slowly while holding his forehead under a big banyan tree, and called him: "Qingxiu!"

This kind of banyan tree has many aerial roots, and the roots can grow in the air, and they can take root when they fall to the ground.And this banyan tree has grown freely here for hundreds of years, bathing in spiritual energy every day, almost giving birth to spiritual wisdom.Although they are not the largest trees in the fairy gate, the dense branches and leaves have completely enveloped the figures of the two of them.

At this time, the power of Yungu Immortal Brew had been fully released, and Xu Qingxiu drank the wine in a hurry.I just felt that the left forehead was suddenly hurt by the alcohol.He turned around slowly and saw Mu Lingchen, but before he realized why the other party appeared here, his mouth had already said what he always wanted to say before his mind: "Don't call me Qingxiu again."

Muling Shen stood there in a daze.There was still a sheet of frost and snow on his face, and he even seemed faintly chilled.

He murmured: "I don't call you Qingxiu, what do you call you? Could it be that you are called a good wife? But you are obviously not idle at all..."

His mother's name is Gu Junwan, and his father has always called his mother "Junwan".He thought it was always right to follow the example, but who would have thought that Qingxiu would not allow himself to call him that.

What's more, Qingxiu abandoned his husband and daughter, ran back to his mother's family, and let himself be a father and a mother to pull his daughter... Although he didn't dare to complain, but he is really not a good wife .

Xu Qingxiu had a sudden headache and didn't notice Mu Lingshen's murmur. Since he opened his mouth, he just kept on drinking, "...don't cut my hair again."

"Don't always give me exactly what I want, seemingly inadvertently..."

"Don't hug me, don't kiss me again..."

At the end, his voice was choked up again, and his eyes were faintly red.

Mu Ling Shen's face became more serious, he strode forward and asked him: "Why?"

On the contrary, Xu Qingxiu smiled softly, lowered his eyes, covering all the thick and complicated emotions that were almost overflowing in his eyes: "...Sect Master Mu, these things can only be done to people you like, not everyone .”

If these things are done by a romantic person, the person concerned may not care about it.But Mu Zongzhu always looks indifferent and solemn, no matter who he is so special to, that person may find it difficult not to think that he is special in his heart.

No matter how unconfident the heart is, it is inevitable that there will be a trace of ambition.

He has tried.

Muling Shen took another step forward, and replied seriously: "Well, I know. I only did it to you, and I won't do it to others in the future."

Xu Qingxiu smiled: "That's good." At least he already knew Mu Lingshen's intentions, so he wouldn't have any other thoughts.