you let go

When Mu Shuning found Chu Yuqing, Chu Yuqing was practicing his sword, and the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have life, completely obeying Chu Yuqing's orders.

A layman would think that Xu Shi would be intimidated by Chu Yuqing, and that his sword moves were infinitely powerful and mighty.

But any outer disciple of Jing Qiong could see that Chu Yuqing was absent-minded at this time.

Chu Yuqing's mind was full of Yan Qingshi's words of persuading him not to take this matter to heart, and persuading him to forgive his junior brother.The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved.

During the six months of his recovery, Yan Qingshi visited him only a handful of times, even if their master and apprentice lived together on Wanjian Peak, the number of times they met was very few.

Chu Yuqing sometimes thinks, is he too unpleasant or is Yan Qingshi so indifferent by nature?Sometimes Chu Yuqing tried to deceive herself by using Yan Qingshi's natural indifference.But everything changed when Mu Shuning was there, how could the already proud Chu Yuqing bear it?

He, Chu Yuqing, is also a child who wants to act like a baby, and wants to be cared for.

"Brother?"

With a soft call, Chu Yuqing's thoughts were completely pulled back.

"Brother, I think your sword moves are a bit messy. Are you still not completely healed?" Mu Shuning stood behind Chu Yuqing and asked cautiously.

Chu Yuqing adjusted her expression and said, "My injury is already healed, don't worry, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Mu Shuning breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother, it's good that your injury is healed, I just came to take a look."

Chu Yuqing retracted his sword and said, "You have been locked up this year, so don't blame senior brother."

"No, no, no," Mu Shuning quickly waved his hand, "How could I blame senior brother, besides, I was still not skilled at that time, and I couldn't freely recruit swords. This punishment is really light for me."

Chu Yuqing sneered in her heart: "It's really light."

On the surface, it is tepid: "Don't say such things, Master must have carefully considered this decision to make such a decision, so don't think too much about it."

Mu Shuning didn't know what to reply, so she could only answer: "Yes."

The years that followed were long and unpredictable.There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the year is completely cold.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Shuning was already 70 years old.The lifespan of a cultivator can reach thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years. The 50 years passed by pinching fingers is really nothing.I don't know how many reincarnations have passed in the world of mortals.

Cultivation Realm, Jingqiong Mountain, Wanjian Peak, time has stopped for them.From the bigu stage, practitioners do not need to eat or sleep, and the growth and aging speed of the body is greatly slowed down, and the signs of aging do not appear until several thousand years old.Speaking of which, Mu Shuning was at a disadvantage, he was bigu, so, apart from deliberately changing his appearance, he would look like a young man who knew no worries and worries throughout his life.

Mu Shuning once heard an anecdote from Uncle Xiao by chance. He heard that when Yan Qingshi first went to Jingqiong Mountain to seek a teacher, he had already reached the peak stage of foundation building at the age of 16, and he was one step away from reaching the bigu stage.And Yan Qingshi was afraid that he would look like a 16-year-old baby all his life, so he even asked the head of Jingqiong to go out to practice. He has fought bloody battles in the high-risk areas for ten years.When you want to upgrade, you force yourself not to rise, and you don't want to rise even if you die.

So, ten years later, when Yan Qingshi was 26 years old, he returned to Jingqiong Mountain, and finally lifted the restriction on himself. In the past ten years, his spiritual power has been quite pure, so that this promotion, just Accidentally promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

That day, when Xiao Qingyu told Mu Shuning about this anecdote, her brows and eyes were frowned: "I see, if the master master hadn't urged him, he might really dare to come back after 20 or 30 years."

At that time, Mu Shuning was also laughing, laughing at his master.

At this time, it was early winter, and a heavy snow had just fallen not long ago, and the top of Jingqiong Peak was covered with white snow. In order to keep up with the trend, Mu Shuning was wearing a fox fur cloak, standing in the snow, breathing with his hands. Zhou didn't use spiritual power to protect his body, his face was flushed from the cold, and it was quite deceptive just by looking at his appearance, but who would have thought that this is an "old thing" that has lived for 70 years.

Yan Qingshi rushed to the Tiandaozhong meeting, and he had begun to hand over some small matters in the sect to Chu Yuqing, Chu Yuqing.Mu Shu stared at the white sky in a daze. For some reason, he just didn't want to do anything.It would take at least five or six days for Yan Qingshi to go back and forth. Mu Shuning sighed, it was really difficult not to see the master for five days.

After standing in the snow for a while, Mu Shuning returned to the house with his head downcast.

The longing for Yan Qingshi in his heart was overwhelming, overwhelming his sanity, and it had only been more than a day, but he felt as if it had been more than a year.

When Mu Shuning was sitting in front of the desk with Yan Qing in his mind, he picked up a pen and lowered his head, and wrote: "Master, please respect me."

The tone of the following content is like a wife who is looking forward to the return of her husband who is out on errands. The whole letter is poignant and fresh, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the letter is full of longing.

Of course, Mu Shuning will definitely not send this letter. His unethical feelings are only suitable for decay under the cover of time.

Suddenly, Mu Shuning heard someone knocking on the door outside, he was startled, the ink under his pen congealed instantly, a large drop of ink fell on the paper, and soon fainted, staining the handwriting next to him.

Mu Shuning was a little flustered, it would be a big deal if someone saw this kind of thing, the knock on the door outside became more and more urgent, Mu Shuning hurriedly stuffed the letter under a stack of books, and then straightened her clothes open the door.

After he opened the door, he found that it was Chu Yuqing who knocked on the door.

Mu Shuning asked in surprise, "Brother?"

Chu Yuqing smiled: "Why didn't you practice today?"

Mu Shuning pouted, and said, "It's snowing, this kind of weather is suitable for sleeping in the house."

Chu Yuqing couldn't help laughing. At a time like this, he couldn't help but think that if Mu Shuning was his own younger brother, he would definitely treat him well.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Recently, Chang Ding Peak wants to count the situation of the student's natal lamp, and the student needs to attach a chapter in person. It just so happens that I am in charge of this matter, so I came here."

Mu Shuning understood that the natal lamp is the second most important thing after the jade plaque, and the management of this kind of thing should not be neglected at all. Mu Shuning remembered that his seal was on the bedside, so he said, "Brother, wait a moment." , I went into the back room to get the seal."

Chu Yuqing nodded without saying anything, indicating that he could wait.

Mu Shuning turned around and entered the room with confidence.

Chu Yuqing looked at the room of his junior brother indifferently. The room was the most spacious on Wanjian Peak, and it also had the best lighting. The supporting furniture inside were newly developed by the disciples of Chang Ding Peak to best suit the human body condition. , even the master can hardly have this honor, Chu Yuqing looked at it, the corners of his mouth turned up coldly.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye was hooked by a small piece of paper floating outside the corner of the table.

The piece of paper was placed very irregularly, half of it was pressed under the book, and the other half was just hanging and hanging outside, as if it was under extreme tension and fear of being discovered, it was randomly looking for a place to hide look like.

With great malice, Chu Yuqing carefully pulled out the piece of paper.As soon as he read the first line, his face changed.

His facial features became a little ferocious, and there seemed to be a strange excitement in them.

Mu Shuning probably didn't find the seal for a long time, and stayed in the back room for a while. After Mu Shuning came out, Chu Yuqing had already folded the letter and stuffed it into his arms.

"found it?"

Mu Shuning wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Phew, it fell into the crevice of the bed. I searched for it for a long time, and made my brother wait for a long time."

Chu Yuqing didn't take it seriously: "It's nothing."

Then Chu Yuqing took out something similar to a hard board and asked Mu Shuning to stamp his seal on it.

Mu Shuning's seal is different from ordinary people's seals. His seal was carved by Yan Qingshi himself. When Mu Shuning just turned ten years old, he drew it on a piece of paper. Mu Shuning never thought that Yan Qingshi would rub the little crescent moon and add it to the seal at that time.

Xu is like this for parents, the first lock of hair, the first tooth, and even the first words spoken or written by their children, they all want to remember them firmly. In the mind, never forget.

After a long time, Mu Shuning's special mark is that silly little crescent moon.

After finishing the business, Chu Yuqing left without saying anything.

Mu Shuning was thinking about other things, so she forgot half of his love letter for the time being.

He had been thinking just now what his real name, Deng, looked like.

Not everyone has the authority to enter the Seven Star Pavilion in Changding Peak. Except for the disciples guarding the pavilion, only the peak masters and above can enter. Some disciples have no chance to look at their own natal lamps before they die.

Thinking of this, Mu Shuning sighed for a while, fearing that he would never have the chance to see his natal lamp in his life.

"But..." Mu Shuning thought narcissistically, "I'm so good-looking, so naturally my natal lamp won't be so ugly."

That night, while no one was paying attention, Mu Shuning sneaked into Yan Qingshi's room, casually got into Yan Qingshi's bed, buried her in the pillow, breathed in the cold fragrance of alpine cedar, and finally fell asleep peacefully.

Mu Shuning survived almost five days, but Yan Qingshi did not come back on time as he said.Mu Shuning was a little puzzled, but he was not an ignorant person, and he knew that Master must be busy with affairs.

Another three days passed in a daze, and the vision suddenly appeared. Just when the sun rose to the highest point in the sky, the originally sunny day suddenly turned overcast. Purple light.

For several days, no one saw the sun again.The black cloud covered the Jingqiong Mountain like a cage, and the hostility was soaring. Since the head master was not there, the peak masters and elders did not dare to jump to conclusions, so they could only send a letter to the head master, asking him to come back quickly.

Fortunately, this vision did not bring harm to people, except for some depression, there is nothing else.

The entire Jingqiong Mountain began to become turbulent, and Mu Shuning nestled on Wanjian Peak, not daring to go anywhere.