you let go

Mu Shuning lay on the bed for two days, and finally he was able to walk on the ground by himself, but his joints were still stiff, and his walking posture was quite strange.

As soon as he arrived in the yard, he saw Yan Qingshi helping him with a wheelchair.

When Mu Shuning saw the wheelchair that had just taken shape, his eyes were tearing apart. If he hadn't been unable to move now, he could have kicked the wheelchair flying away.

"Yan Qingshi, why are you making me a wheelchair?" Mu Shuning was so bold that he called Yan Qingshi by his first name.

Yan Qing still couldn't feel anything, so he took those tools away in an instant for fear of hurting Mu Shuning, and then answered him: "You have been inconvenient to move recently, and you are getting bored after staying in the house for a long time. Make a means of transportation."

Mu Shuning said almost viciously: "Why do you have so much time, you don't care about Jingqiong Mountain? Don't you care about the heavenly people?"

Listening to Mu Shuning's words, Yan Qingshi smiled faintly: "I'm not worried about Jingqiong Mountain. There are elders watching over it. It doesn't matter if I don't. Mu Qiu from the Heavenly Daoists has already started to take over my position. My burden is light." A lot."

"I also have time to spend more time with you."

When he said this, his heart and eyes were full of Mu Shuning, and what he said was what he had really thought about for a long time and wanted to do from the bottom of his heart.

He hoped that one day, he would be able to unload all the burdens on himself and find a good place by the mountains and rivers, away from things that sound annoying.

There was a breeze blowing, carrying the fresh smell of grass and trees, flowing between the two of them.

Mu Shuning wanted to go against Yan Qingshi's words and choke him, but in the eye contact between the two of them, the meaning of each other was already clear.

Mu Shuning really longed for that kind of life, so much so that in the end, he blurted out: "Then take me with you."

Yan Qingshi's gaze became extremely gentle at that moment. All the tenderness and indulgence in his life may have been given to Mu Shuning alone.

"it is good."

In the end, Mu Shuning sat in the wheelchair rather aggrieved, and Yan Qingshi automatically stood behind and pushed the wheelchair forward for him.

Mu Shuning kept hypnotizing herself: I'm just inconvenient in my legs and feet, not useless.After reading it back and forth a full ten times, he looked around as if he was satisfied.

Over the years, Wan Jianfeng hasn't changed much.

His room back then was still a study, and he proposed to change it back, but Yan Qingshi directly rejected it, the original words are like this.

"Isn't the bed in my room enough for you to turn over?"

Mu Shuning covered her lips and snickered, her heart was unbearably soft.

Chu Yuqing's room was converted into a utility room, "Qin Yuxing's" house was knocked down, and a small lake was built in the open space.

There are no other changes. These small changes make Mu Shuning pleasing to the eye.

Yan Qingshi suddenly said behind him: "Why don't you ask about Luo Zhu's situation?"

Mu Shuning's heart stopped beating.

He had such a good time these two days that he simply forgot about Luo Zhu.

"What's up with him?"

The words that accompanied the question were an extremely ominous premonition.

Yan Qingshi let out a low sigh, and explained to Mu Shuning everything that happened to Luo Zhu.

After hearing this, Mu Shuning was startled and angry, her blood surged, and she almost stood up from the wheelchair.

"Luo Zhu, is he crazy?"

Yan Qingshi shook his head with a wry smile.

The more Mu Shuning thought about it, the more angry she was, and she beat the armrest of the wheelchair angrily. The force of her hand almost collapsed the newly made wheelchair.

"I'm going to Xuanyue Poison Sect."

This time it was Yan Qing's turn to be surprised.

"It's windy and sandy there, what are you doing there?"

"Go talk to that little bastard."

Yan Qingshi was determined not to let go, saying that his body hadn't recovered yet and he couldn't stand tormenting.

Mu Shuning didn't listen, all the blood rushed into his head, and with red eyes, he insisted on going to see if Luo Zhu was dead.

Yan Qingshi has nothing to do with him, and he can't leave Jingqiong for too long now, too many things have accumulated in the sect, and he can't leave.

Mu Shuning quarreled again and insisted on going there, but he had no choice but to persuade him to wait for his health to recover before leaving, otherwise he would not be able to teach Luo Zhu a lesson.

Mu Shuning stared dryly, feeling that there was some truth in what he said.

At this moment, Mu Shuning was like a small animal whose hair was waiting to be smoothed. Yan Qingshi rubbed his back and pinched his neck, and smoothed out the fried hair one by one.

"Little Fried Hair" even snored.

Mu Shuning finally agreed to Yan Qingshi's proposal with extreme perturbation.

After half a month, Mu Shuning's health was finally completely healed, and he was alive and kicking again.

He couldn't sit still for a day, and on the day he could walk around freely, he clamored to go to Xuanyue Poison Sect.

At that time, Yan Qingshi was obsessed with the upcoming opening of the Taixu Secret Realm, and was too busy to leave. Looking at Mu Shuning like that, he sighed deeply, in a tone of discussion: "Wait for another two days, Ok?"

Mu Shuning said firmly: "No."

Yan Qingshi: "..."

I'm so used to it that I can't even discuss it.

Yan Qing knew that Mu Shuning was worried about Luo Zhu, but he was too worried that something would happen to Mu Shuning on the way, so he was entangled for a while, and looked at Mu Shuning with a little bit of sadness that he never had before.

The moment Mu Shuning saw that look, she even suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes.

Yan Qingshi finally let go: "Then when do you want to leave?"

Mu Shuning looked at Yan Qing's expression, pondered in his heart, and tried to delay the time as much as possible: "Then tomorrow morning."

Yan Qingshi accepted his fate: "Okay."

There is no need to say any more.

That night, Mu Shuning couldn't sleep no matter what, and could not help but think of Yan Qingshi's face full of loss and loneliness during the day. After all, he couldn't bear it. He took out the wooden stick that was sharpened by the Heavenly Daoist, and continued to face the faint candlelight. Carve it up.

These days, whenever he has time to take care of his body, he will take it out and carve it carefully. Today, it is only the finishing touches.

Mu Shuning was concentrating on handling the knife, the lines were smooth and beautiful.

But suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Mu Shuning didn't hear any movement. After feeling the light change caused by the jumping candlelight, he looked up in astonishment, and the knife in his hand was suddenly misplaced, leaving a small inclined hole.

"Yan... Yan Qingshi?"

Yan Qingshi was full of energy, he didn't look like he was staying up late to deal with official business, his eyes flashed: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Mu Shuning pursed her lips: "I can't sleep."

"What's in your hand?"

Mu Shuning wanted to cover up, and shrank his hands behind his back: "No...it's nothing."

Yan Qingshi narrowed his eyes.

Mu Shuning broke his skills in an instant, and sent out the small wooden pieces and knife that were being carved: "That's it, nothing."

Fearing that Yan Qing would misunderstand, Mu Shuning explained: "I just carved something for fun, and I planned to carve it and give it to you."

Hearing that he was going to send him off, Yan Qingshi's eyes burst into light instantly. He walked a few steps quickly, walked to Mu Shuning's bed, and said, "Send me off?"

When Mu Shuning looked up at Yan Qing, he could see the brilliance in Yan Qing's eyes by the faint candlelight.

Mu Shuning was startled.

He thought about it carefully, for so many years, when he just said he liked Yan Qing, but in the end, he never gave him anything, but he just kept talking about hatred and enmity.

Unable to restrain himself, Mu Shuning felt a little guilty in his heart.

Yan Qingshi knew what he was thinking in his heart, stretched out his arms, and took Mu Shuning into his arms: "We still have a long way to go, and there are many opportunities, and there is no reason to mention things in the past .”

Mu Shuning obediently leaned her whole body against Yan Qingshi's chest, and nestled into Yan Qingshi's arms.

There was a smile on the corner of Yan Qingshi's mouth, feeling very satisfied.

And Mu Shuning leaned on her big humanoid cushion, feeling warm all over her body.

Mu Shuning leaned his head on Yan Qingshi's shoulder, smiled and took out the small wooden piece that he had carved for many days, and shook it in front of Yan Qingshi's eyes playfully: "Look, Master Yan, guess who this ugly guy is?" ?”

Yan Qingshi's eyes were full of doting, he smiled: "You are the ugly one?"

That small wooden piece was a small wooden figure, and now this "ugly" one was held in Mu Shuning's hands, his facial features were blurred, and it was barely recognizable as a face.

Mu Shuning smiled maliciously: "How can I, I am so beautiful and beautiful, and I carved it myself. Do you think I can carve myself so ugly?"

Yan Qing asked stupidly: "Who is that?"

Mu Shuning snorted with a smile: "I will never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep."

Yan Qingshi smiled softly.

Mu Shuning showed Yan Qingshi the ugly one, and then showed him the "finely crafted" self.

Yan Qingshi held the little wooden figure in his hand and didn't let go.

Mu Shu became anxious: "Hey, this is mine, take yours."

Yan Qingshi didn't say a word, and directly put the little wooden figure into his chest.

Mu Shuning: "..."

It was only now that Mu Shuning discovered that Yan Qingshi could be so unreasonable.

In the early morning of the next day, a large formation with small restrictions, a large formation with a small formation, a death formation with a defensive barrier, and so on, set a spirit ship into a "thousand-layer cake" .

Mu Shuning flew to Xuanyue Poison Sect amidst helplessness, amusedness and a little touch.

Vegetables and fruits in the Northwest are very precious. When he arrived at the Xuanyue Poison Sect, Mu Shuning ate meat every day, and his jaw became rounded visibly with the naked eye.

Moreover, Luo Zhu's condition was far better than he had imagined, and his dantian was also taken good care of by Wu Moyu, and it got better. After three or five years of cultivation, it was no different than before he was injured.

After Mu Shuning reprimanded Luo Zhu, he began to live a life of eating meat with peace of mind.

It's just that Luo Zhu was in a bad mood all the time, and Mu Shuning knew that Baili Jiyue had hurt him badly, and this traumatic injury was enough for Luo Zhu to grow his memory.

This kind of thing is the most unacceptable.

Mu Shuning sighed, and could only stay with Luo Zhu, keeping an eye on him all the time, fearing that something would happen to him.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

There were constantly urgent letters from Jingqiong, all of which were from Xiao Qingyu.

It said "I have something to do, come back quickly", and it said that Yan Qingshi was unwell and needed him to go back and have a look.

Mu Shuning was not surprised at all. Only ghosts would believe these words.

When the last letter came, Mu Shuning saw it and burst out laughing.

It said: "Shu Ning, come back quickly, now on Jingqiong Mountain, there is an old man who is an empty nest, and there is a lot of trouble."

Mu Shuning endured so much pain with a smile, Luo Zhu knew that Yan Qing must have come to remind him when he saw his appearance, so he persuaded Mu Shuning to go back.

But before he could say anything, someone came to spread the word that a distinguished guest had arrived.

Luo Zhu was very puzzled, how could there be any distinguished guests from Xuanyue Poison Sect.

But Mu Shuning said calmly, "It's okay, I'll go out and have a look."

He could think with his toes that it was Yan Qing who had arrived.

Mu Shuning was about to push the door open, but the door was pulled open from the outside.

A tall figure stood outside against the light, his face as cold as water, but all his precautions and cold masks disappeared without a trace the moment Mu Shuning opened the door, the haze and clouds swept by the sky no trace.

He laughed.

Mu Shuning was a little taken aback.

Yan Qingshi's appearance is actually very handsome, with a heroic face, stern and majestic.

Mu Shuning also smiled: "Hey, are you here?"

Yan Qingshi opened his arms, quietly.The whole person standing there is a painting of time and tranquility.

Mu Shuning rushed towards Yan Qingshi in an instant, her flowing black hair spreading behind her.

There was a smile in the corner of Yan Qingshi's eyes, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"I'll take you home."

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