Xianzun is collapsing every day

Is it sweet?

Ye Tingjiang has lived for so long, and it seems that this is the first time someone asked him such a question.

The sweet osmanthus smell melts between the teeth, and there is the soft touch of the teenager's fingers caressing the lips...

Admittedly, it doesn't taste bad.

Ye Tingjiang nodded: "Sweet."

Mu Chuihan rolled his eyes with a smile, poured another handful of candy into his palm, and handed it out: "Xianjun, here you are."

Using the candy that Ye Tingjiang gave him and giving it to Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan would like to call him a white wolf with empty gloves.

Ye Tingjiang said: "You keep it, and you still need to drink the medicine."

Mu Chuihan poured all the sugar back in a baby-like way, and complained aggressively, "Xianjun, I don't want to eat Bigu Pill."

"I don't know how to cook." Ye Tingjiang finally saw his intention, and flatly refused.

Mu Chuihan was heartbroken and dejected: "Well, I really shouldn't embarrass Xianjun... What qualifications does a person like me have to say that he wants a hot meal?"

Ye Tingjiang actually understood that he was not really sad about his life experience, but in the end he still cared about the patients, and compromised: "I will find someone to deliver the meals to Yingxuefeng."

"Wow, thank you Xianjun!" Mu Chuihan smiled instantly, and at the end of the laugh he pretended to cough twice: "Xianjun is so kind to me!"

Ye Tingjiang heard it clearly, and he began to recall the details of getting along with Fuyan in the past two days.

Since he set foot on Xiuxian Road, when had he been so intimate with someone he had just met for a few days?

The teenager is crossing the line.Unlike other disciples, Fuyan doesn't have that kind of respect or fear towards him, instead, she tries to get closer to him every day.

Although Ye Tingjiang is used to living alone, he is not a fool.He could realize that the boy continued to approach him step by step through his injury.

Ye Tingjiang actually doesn't like that kind of relationship.He is full of swordsmanship, and love matters are completely ignored.

But he was the one who hurt people, and he couldn't refuse this young man who was obviously not that innocent.

Ye Tingjiang pondered for a moment, but still felt that he needed to keep a distance from Fuyan.

What's more, Fuyan is still the body of five yin and heart, he should be more self-restraining and polite.

How could Mu Chuihan know what Ye Tingjiang was thinking.He just lay happily on the bed, basking in the great sun, and spent the afternoon lazily.

In the evening, Mr. Tingyun brought him dinner.

Although with Mr. Tingyun's character, most likely it's stir-fried seasonal vegetables.But he doesn't insist on big fish and meat, and he is satisfied with eating some.

Mu Chuihan just waited until dinner time.

To his surprise, Ye Tingjiang's food was quite rich.

In addition to the boiled vegetables and a cup of tonic soup he expected, there are also several carefully cooked meat dishes, braised pork, shrimp, and he even saw a small plate of spicy chicken in the corner!

Mu Chuihan stared at the plate of diced chicken, and swallowed.

Ye Tingjiang said: "I saw you like spicy food that day, but now that you are recovering from your injuries, you can just taste it, and you can't eat too much."

Mu Chuihan nodded again and again, and once again praised sincerely: "Xianjun, you are so kind to me!"

When Ye Tingjiang heard this again, he took a step back.

Mu Chuihan already had the consciousness of being fed, half-sat on the bed and opened his mouth: "Ah—"

A spoonful of rice went into his mouth.

Mu Chuihan chewed, chewed, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Mr. Ting Yun took two or three steps away from the bed, without picking up the spoon at all!

He swallowed the food in his mouth, and saw the spoon rise into the air again, scooped up a mouthful of rice, mixed with gravy and a vegetable leaf, and finally stopped slowly in front of his face.

Mu Chuihan opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the spoon delivered the rice in no time.

Mu Chuihan: "Uh huh huh..."

He really wanted to ask Ye Tingjiang what was going on, but he could only work hard to get the food in his mouth.

It's a pity that just after swallowing, he opened his mouth to speak, and the spoon immediately brought new food.

Delicious, delicious.

But what happened to Mr. Tingyun!Do you have to use spells even for a meal now?

He's not worth feeding Mr. Tingyun himself, is he?

Although Mu Chuihan was eating, he kept looking at Ye Tingjiang who was standing not far away, with an aggrieved look.

After being stared at by him for a long time, Ye Tingjiang finally explained: "Isn't this more convenient?"

Mu Chuanhan complained, it's convenient, where is it convenient?Didn't you see that he almost choked to death?

As soon as he thought about this, the spoon and the soup cup flew up together, and he started to feed him soup as if he had a spirituality.

Mu Chuihan was stunned, maybe Mr. Tingyun was taking revenge on himself for feeding him candy in the morning?

Obviously this person himself said sweet!

With the seamless feeding of a spoon, the meal comes to an end very quickly.

Ye Tingjiang said: "It seems that this is not bad."

Mu Chuihan was so pitiful that he was finally able to speak: "Xianjun, this is a bit scary to me. You know I grew up in the world, and I have never seen such a battle..."

"You will get used to it in the future." Ye Tingjiang comforted: "If you want to stay in the world of cultivating immortals, these are the most basic spells."

Mu Chuihan was crying, but Ye Tingjiang couldn't find any flaws in what he said.Using spells or feeding him by hand, in fact, it has no effect on his injuries.He can't continue to be pitiful.

Before lying on the bed for a few days, Mr. Tingyun unexpectedly thought of such a way to deal with him.

In the next few days, Ye Tingjiang would still deliver meals and medicines as usual, but it was a pity that he no longer had the treatment of personally feeding them.

Moreover, he has become more and more proficient in using spells, and he can easily feed food with a spoon, so there is no room for Mu Chuihan to be proud of his illness.

Mu Chuihan had no choice but to heal his wounds obediently, so that he could recover quickly so that he could take the initiative to approach Mr. Tingyun.

What Ye Tingjiang gave him was the best elixir, no matter how serious the injury was, it would heal within five or six days.

Mu Chuihan recovered quickly, and felt that it was time to get out of bed and act like a demon again.

In the middle of the night, he still didn't fall asleep.

After going out to catch butterflies all day with Xiaoyou, and having just finished eating grilled fish, Juuu sneaked in, and found that his owner was still awake, and stood upright in surprise.

Mu Chuihan uttered a voice, faintly like a resentful woman in a boudoir: "Zhou, tell me, what should I do next?"

朏朏 licked the fur on his body, curled himself up comfortably into a cat ball, and asked, "What do you want, do you want Tingyun Jun as your teacher?"

"It can be said like this." Mu Chuihan said inscrutablely: "But apprenticeship is not a purpose, but a process."

杅杅 asked blankly: "Human, what do you mean?"

Mu Chuihan laughed heartily: "Can't you see that I like Mr. Tingyun?"

The cat dumpling exploded.

Zhuo Ju tried his best to condemn: "You, you, how could you attack Xiaoyou's master!"

Mu Chuihan said strangely: "Tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your relationship is so good."

Aojiao turned her head: "Anyway, don't act rashly."

Mu Chuihan explained seriously: "No, I have the physique of a furnace, so I won't take advantage of Mr. Tingyun, obviously he has great benefits."

He leaned back vigilantly: "What is Luding's physique? Does it mean that people are particularly bad?"

Mu Chuihan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, rubbing his fur comfortably, while calmly threatening: "If you say that, I will tell Mr. Tingyun that you are not called a little bandit. , but it’s gone.”

朏朏 was choked by the throat of fate, struggled for a moment, gave in instantly, and made a serious idea: "I heard from Xiaoyou that Ting Yunjun is infatuated with swordsmanship, so you can just pretend that you like swords very much."

Mu Chuihan put it down when he heard that it was rare for him to say something useful, and watched it shrink to the corner of the wall.

Like swords?There is no need to pretend, he can sit and discuss swordsmanship with Ye Tingjiang for three days and three nights.

But let's not say that it is not appropriate to do so in this capacity now, even if it is really appropriate, Ye Tingjiang probably regards him as a good partner in kendo practice after coming and going, and it also eliminates the possibility of developing any ambiguity.

Mu Chuanhan thought for a moment, and then he had an idea in his mind.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Tingjiang had just stepped out of the room when he unexpectedly saw the young man who had been recuperating appeared outside the door.

Holding a wooden sword of an outer disciple, Fuyan was practicing Linxianzong's entry-level swordsmanship hard against the morning glow.

He just stopped doing a few moves, as if he couldn't remember what the next move was, his whole figure froze in place, and he didn't even notice that Ye Tingjiang was coming.

Ye Tingjiang couldn't help but stepped forward, and said softly, "Move the sword as you please."

Then he took the young man's hand and rolled up a sword flower.

The morning glow sprinkled the ground with broken gold, and in the empty courtyard, there were two figures.