you let go

"Maybe I pushed too hard, and Shu Ning's desire to win was too strong. Seeing that I couldn't win, I made an extreme move. This was not my original intention. In the final analysis, I was merciless and didn't take into account His pride."

Yan Qingshi looked at him quietly, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.

Chu Yu said affectionately: "I don't know where the younger brother is now?"

"I've locked him up for a year, and no one is allowed to visit him."

Chu Yuqing lowered his head, his hair just blocked his face, no one could see what mood he was in.

After a long time, Yan Qing said: "You take good care of your injuries, your Uncle Zhou will heal you."

"Thank you, Master."

One year is really nothing to a cultivator, but to Mu Shuning, it is extremely long.

At first he deliberately meditated and practiced, pretending that this year was his own retreat, but after he really practiced it, he realized that when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Yan Qingshi's appearance.

He had no way to calm down at all, he was impetuous and almost lost his temper.

Later, his mind finally calmed down, and he began to enter the state of selflessness, and the spiritual power in his body began to function normally, absorbing and exhaling, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already entered the late stage of bigu.

However, he found with regret that just four months had passed, and the end of the year was still far away.

He has no intention of cultivating, he doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to see his master.

Jingqiong Mountain is located in the south of Haoyue Continent, and it has already entered autumn at this time, and the weather on the mountain is already extraordinarily cool.Mu Shuning quietly tested the door lock, and found that it was tightly locked by Yan Qingshi's spiritual power, and he couldn't shake it. He had no choice but to shift his target and saw the open window.

Mu Shuning: Σ(⊙▽⊙”a

For more than four months, he hadn't seen the window open?

So, Mu Shuning flew towards him, and then, with the sound of "bang", Mu Shuning bumped into a barrier.

Master, you, you, you, you are so cruel, you really imprisoned me for a year if you said you would imprison me for a year...

Generally, this kind of protective barrier would not isolate non-living bodies, non-living bodies... Mu Shuning's eyes lit up.

Mu Shu hunched over his desk and wrote on the paper with a serious expression. After finishing writing, he dried the ink, folded the letter paper into the shape of a small carrier pigeon, attached a small formula to it, and threw it out of the window. The carrier pigeon automatically flew to Yan Qingshi's room.

Yan Qingshi had already finished his official duties in the past few days, and he has been living quite comfortably for a while, and in order to consolidate his state of mind, he is not in a hurry to retreat and rush to the next level, and there is still a thunderstorm to be endured from the peak of the fusion to the tribulation period. Before that, he naturally had to be fully prepared.

Yan Qingshi was looking through the notes left by the immortals, some precautions related to the thunder calamity during the tribulation period, and was fascinated when he suddenly heard a knock on the door from the window.

Yan Qing was surprised, got up and went to the window, wanting to see what was going on, but as soon as he opened the window, he saw a simple-minded little carrier pigeon with a fat crescent moon on its forehead, which was persistently using a He opened his mouth and pecked at the window frame.

Yan Qingshi: "..."

He waved away the formula on the paper letter pigeon, without thinking, he knew who had the leisure to make these little gadgets for himself.

Yan Qingshi stood in front of the window and didn't go back to the house, so he spread the paper out in the cool autumn wind, and what he saw was a row of large characters:

"Master, I miss you~"

This stupidity can come out through paper.

Jingqiong Mountain is very high, very close to the sky, but at this time, Yan Qingshi still feels that the sky is very high, with the unique blue and cloudless autumn, as clear as a piece of jade.

Yan Qingshi hooked the corners of his mouth, his expression was soft, and there was a pool of spring water in his pupils, wafting layers of waves.

He carefully put away the letter paper, sat back in front of the desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote four big characters squarely: "Cultivate hard."

On the other side, Mu Shuning just wanted to show his presence to Master, but when he received the letter from Yan Qingshi's reply, he was shocked.

The letter paper was folded squarely and quietly floated in through the window and landed on his desk.

Mu Shuning's heart was beating like a drum, and he wanted to take it apart to take a look, but he couldn't bear to take it apart.

With a heartbroken heart, he carefully spread out the letter according to the creases of the letter paper.

"Practice well."

Mu Shuning burst out laughing with a "pop", and turned her head in the direction of Yan Qingshi's room unconsciously.Even though he only saw Mo Shi hanging on the wall, in his heart, he seemed to have seen the scene where the master was also looking at him from the air.

Mu Shuning put the letter away, and wrote on another new piece of paper: "Thinking too much, I miss you and become sick, not suitable for cultivation, afraid of falling into demons."

When sending this letter out, Mu Shuning was worried. The letter was too explicit in just sixteen characters. While he was afraid, he was eagerly looking forward to some response from his master.

He adores his master, his nominal father, this feeling is against virtue and ethics, and it is hard to see it.

When Yan Qing received the letter, he was stunned, the sixteen words seemed to be alive and drilled into his mind uncontrollably.

"I miss you so much."

By coincidence, Yan Qingshi put the letter away, and for the first time felt that his heart, which had been silent for hundreds of years, was a little alive, and he replied: "Don't think about it."

In the past, Yan Qingshi would never have imagined that he and his apprentice were like close friends, on the same mountain, within a distance of two steps, communicating in the most primitive and emotional way.

That day, Mu Shuning didn't practice any more, he went to bed early, and in his dream, he dreamed of his master.

The usually high-ranking person took off his cold coat and stared at him tenderly. The next second, he bent down and bit Mu Shuning's lips.

The lips of the two were hot and soft. Yan Qing thought that Mu Shuning was still young, and his movements were gentle and careful. The tip of his tongue was lightly pressed against Mu Shuning's teeth. Enter.Yan Qingshi's movements were soft but violent. He sucked every part, mischievously not giving Mu Shuning room to breathe. Mu Shuning was in pain but also sweet. Tired of it.Yan Qingshi seemed to be pleased by Mu Shuning, wrapped his right hand around Mu Shuning's waist, and started to untie his belt with his left.

Mu Shuning's body shook, and in the next second, his clothes were all loose.

Mu Shuning's face flushed red, and even his body was covered in a shy pink color. He responded awkwardly, and put his arms around Yan Qingshi's neck. The distance between the two got closer, and the kiss deepened.

A room of spring, charming and infinite.

When Mu Shuning woke up the next day, his spirit hadn't returned to its original position, and he was dazed for a long time before recalling that tortured dream.

Mu Shuning immediately turned over and buried her face in the quilt. She didn't want to worry about the dirtiness of her lower body, so she just wanted to lie there and relive that dream.

Mu Shuning has a very good impression of her master, even that kind of thing is gentle and meticulous...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mu Shuning couldn't hold back her yelling, and beat the bed while screaming, as if she was venting, but also as if she was complaining about her disappointment.

Yan Qing, who had already woken up early, heard the yell and looked in the direction of Mu Shuning's room suspiciously.

Without doing anything, Mu Shuning used spiritual power to clean her clothes and bed, and even cleaned her room.

Therefore, Yan Qingshi, who was worried about Mu Shuning's situation, came to see his apprentice was busy cleaning his room at a glance.That drive, a fire will burn to the sky.

There was a slight smile in Yan Qingshi's eyes, and he left quietly after sighing that the young man was really full of vigor.

However, he had no idea that all this vigor was given by him.

In the next few months, Mu Shuning also settled down to practice, but he didn't make any progress when his confinement expired. He knew it was because of distracting thoughts in his heart, which caused his heart to fluctuate, and his state of mind did not break through. No boost either.Mu Shuning didn't complain, it's just that he didn't practice swords this year, and the "Blazing Fire Jue" might be unfamiliar to him.

On the day Mu Shuning came out, Yan Qingshi personally picked her up.

Seeing the person he had been thinking about for a whole year at a glance, Mu Shuning was stunned for a moment.

Yan Qingshi asked: "What's wrong?"

Mu Shuning regained consciousness instantly, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Yan Qingshi looked at Mu Shuning and felt that he had hardly changed in the past year, except that his skin color was a little paler than before when he was bored in the room, nothing else had changed.

After a while, Mu Shuning whispered again: "Master, I haven't seen you for a year, can you give me a hug?"

Mu Shuning's appearance was very confusing, coupled with his aggrieved tone, it really made Yan Qingshi a little soft-hearted. He looked at Mu Shuning and did not refuse.

Mu Shuning was overjoyed both on the surface and in his heart. He trotted for two steps, then walked over pretending to be calm, and with the last step, he threw himself directly into Yan Qingshi's arms.

Yan Qingshi was very tall, more than half a head taller than him.At this moment, Mu Shuning buried his head in Yan Qingshi's arms, with his arms around Yan Qingshi's waist, really like a child.

Yan Qingshi smiled, indulged his nonsense, put his hand on Mu Shuning's back, and said, "I hugged and acted coquettishly, and I went to see your senior brother Chu."

It is an imperative tone, but it is extraordinarily gentle.

When Mu Shuning let go of Yan Qing reluctantly, he said, "Yes, Master."

Looking at Mu Shuning's leaving back, Yan Qingshi was thinking, if Mu Shuning was born a hundred years earlier, the two of them might be close friends.

During this year, Chu Yuqing did not let go of his cultivation. His shoulder injury had been healed half a year ago. Zhou Qingxin was so worried that several strands of her hair turned gray in order to repair his broken veins. Fortunately, the result was OKYan Qingshi talked to him several times afterwards, all asking him to forgive his junior brother, after all Mu Shuning didn't do it intentionally to hurt him.

Every time Chu Yuqing agreed with a smile, she said, "Master is overhearted."

When Yan Qing saw that Chu Yuqing really had no grievances, he let go of his heart. He was entangled in many things, and when he thought that Chu Yuqing and Mu Shuning had always had a harmonious relationship, he didn't care too much.

But he really didn't expect that this unintentional act of his would become the culmination of a series of events that ruined Mu Shuning's life.