Xianzun is collapsing every day

Ye Tingjiang's body visibly paused.Because Mu Chuihan turned around suddenly, they were now in an extremely awkward position.

Mu Chuihan tried his best to lean into Ye Tingjiang's arms, but he was restrained by the hand held by Ye Tingjiang, and his right arm was bent strangely.

Ye Tingjiang was stunned, and the last sword didn't come out, and it just landed smoothly.

He quickly let go of the hand holding the cigarette.

But Mu Chuihan didn't let go, still holding Ye Tingjiang vacantly.The top of his head only reached the tip of Ye Tingjiang's nose, and he was so close at the moment, Ye Tingjiang could see the beautiful face of the young man just by lowering his eyes.

That usually pale face was now blushing.It took him too much energy just now to dance the sword over and over again, and there was still dripping sweat on his forehead.

He was still panting a bit, as if unaware of the fact that they had landed.

Ye Tingjiang suddenly closed his eyes, and said softly, "Fuyan, let go."

Only then did Mu Chuihan wake up, withdrew his unruly hand, and said in a low voice, "Xianjun, I'm sorry, I was too scared just now."

Ye Tingjiang asked: "Afraid of heights?"

After thinking about it, Mu Chuihan nodded, and found a way for himself: "Yes, I've been afraid since I was a child."

It's definitely not that he has any unreasonable thoughts about the pure and pure Mr. Tingyun! .

But he was afraid that Ye Tingjiang would use this excuse and say that he was not suitable for sword training, so he followed up and promised: "I will try my best to overcome it, I was not ready just now."

Ye Tingjiang didn't speak, and seemed to have forgiven his offense.

Just at this moment, a complex meow filled the temporary silence.

Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan turned their heads to look in an instant, only to see Xiaoyou hugging 朏朏, a sword spirit and a cat maintaining a surprisingly consistent terrified expression.

Especially 朏朏, now the whole cat is being held upright, with its limbs stretched in four directions, almost stretching itself into a cat strip.

He had just exhausted all his restraint to hold back his words.

The eight eyes looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

Obviously Xiaoyou is the sword spirit who has accompanied Ye Tingjiang for a hundred years, but now he feels that there is an invisible line in front of the two people on the opposite side, directly separating him on the other side.

He had witnessed the whole scene just now, and he felt that the delicate atmosphere between his master and this little disciple was beyond his ability to blend in.

So Xiaoyou hugged the cat even tighter, and said falteringly: "Go ahead, I don't see anything."

As he spoke, he freed up one hand to cover his eyes.

He also "meowed" twice here and there, hanging on Xiaoyou's hand like a salty cat.

Ye Tingjiang just said "don't get me wrong", turned around and went back to the room.

Mu Chuihan shyly said: "Xiaoyou, don't say that, Mr. Tingyun is just teaching me how to practice sword."

With his eyes loosened, he tilted his head to look at his owner who opened his eyes and told lies. He meowed twice, three parts were cool, three parts were sneering, and four parts were careless.

But Xiaoyou stretched out her hand and waved at him: "Needless to say, I understand everything. What do you want to do next, mistress?"

The term "Mistress" sounds a bit weird, but it really pleases Mu Chuihan.But he still said: "So Tingyun Jun will be unhappy, I don't know anything, and I can't practice swords well, how can I be worthy of him."

Xiaoyou showed a tacit smile, looking like a mature young man: "Master doesn't care about your family background. Does liking you have something to do with what you know or not?"

Mu Chuihan really liked Xiaoyou so much, he couldn't help but step on his sword spirit in his heart, why is Zhuixing not so sensible?

With an unconcealable smile, he said softly: "Then, then don't say that in front of Ting Yunjun..."

"It's natural!" Xiaoyou patted her chest: "My master is duplicity, it will be fine after a while."

Satisfied, Mu Chuihan asked, "Why are you back?"

Usually, they always disappeared all day long, which gave him a great opportunity to be alone with Ye Tingjiang.

Xiaoyou immediately understood what he meant, and raised her hand to swear: "We're just coming back to get something, and we promise not to be here this afternoon!"

At this point, he suddenly understood the deep meaning of Mu Chuihan's every step.For example, if you want to live close, it's not for the convenience of him playing with the bandits, but for his master!

Xiaoyou stroked the soft cat, without thinking, she threw the owner thousands of miles away.

In order for him to have more time to play with the bandit, so what if the master sacrifices a little bit of color to distract the bandit's owner, hehe.

Mu Chuihan and Xiaoyou had their own ghosts, but they hit it off right away and got along extremely well.

Near noon, Mu Chuihan could cook as well as he could practice sword, and walked into the kitchen familiarly.

Not long ago, Ye Tingjiang gave Xiaoyou a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus candy to him, and Mu Chuihan guessed that the little sword spirit should also like sweets.

So before he cooked for himself, he took some time to wrap the hawthorn with icing sugar, put them on a plate, and handed them to Xiaoyou.

Xiaoyou smiled brightly, usually he and Ye Tingjiang lived on the mountain without stuttering, let alone such sweet snacks.

He couldn't wait to taste the candied hawthorn, showing a happy expression.Seeing the anxious look of Zou, he stuffed another one into its mouth.

Both the sword spirit and the cat narrowed their eyes happily.

After eating for a while, Xiaoyou looked up and saw Mu Chuihan, and understood his appeal without saying a word.So holding the cat in one hand and the frosted hawthorn in the other, he disappeared to the other side of Yingxue Peak.

Mu Chuihan laughed, but Xiaoyou's temperament was very similar to him, but he was a star, very serious like Ye Tingjiang.

While cooking, he thought happily, this must be evidence that he and Ye Tingjiang are a natural couple.

Mu Chuihan made two flavors as usual, and brought them to Ye Tingjiang's house.

This time there was still no restriction on the door, but the door was closed.

Although Mu Chuihan really wanted to break in to see Ye Tingjiang Lingyu again, but reason told him to stop, so he knocked on the door politely.

The door creaked open without any wind.

Seeing Ye Tingjiang, who was neatly dressed and sitting upright in the room, Mu Chuihan felt a little regretful.

"Xianjun, do you want to have lunch together?" He asked with a smile.

"No, I said I've already bigued." Ye Tingjiang looked calm, he didn't seem to be bothered by the morning, but he didn't accept Fuyan more because of the ambiguity that was obviously beyond the boundary.

Mu Chuihan said: "But last time Xianjun said it was delicious, I specially made it according to Xianjun's taste, you can try it..."

Ye Tingjiang got up: "No need."

He warned himself to stay away from the boy.

Especially... I can't completely control my mood in the near future, and it will be bad if I accidentally hurt him again.

Ye heard Jiang talking and went to the quiet room, wanting to meditate and calm down.

And he completely forgot that his actions were tacitly allowing Fuyan to eat in his room.

If other disciples were there, how could it be possible for him, the owner of the house, to leave.

Fuyan answered his name, like a wisp of smoke, blending into Ye Tingjiang's life invisibly.

Mu Chuihan didn't feel that he was bothering others or forcing the owner away.He ate slowly, and it was rare to be able to rely on Mr. Tingyun, so naturally the longer he ate, the better.

It took a long time for a lunch.When Ye Tingjiang reappeared after practicing the exercises in the quiet room, Mu Chuihan was still slowly putting food into his mouth.

"Are you still eating?" Ye Tingjiang raised his eyebrows unconsciously, showing surprise.

Mu Chuihan swallowed a mouthful of rice: "Am I eating too slowly... But because I'm a fairy, it's a bit too much for me."

Ye Tingjiang said: "You don't have to eat all of it."

"Then how can I do it!" Mu Chuihan opened his eyes wide, and then felt inferior again: "My mother and I used to live and sleep in the open, I don't want to part with it... Xianjun, isn't my way of life really poor?"

There is no flaw in this statement.Mu Chuihan has a good appetite, and in the past few days he has been able to eat as much as Ye Tingjiang sent him.

Ye Tingjiang was slightly taken aback, the young man's words brought back some dusty past events in him, and his tone unconsciously became gentle: "No, you are fine, who said you are poor?"

Mu Chuihan said in a low voice: "Many people in the outer sect say so."

Although the person who spoke has already been cleaned up by him, it is estimated that he will not want to see him for several months.

Ye Tingjiang said softly: "Don't care about other people's opinions."

Mu Chuihan nodded gratefully, and continued to bury himself in the meals.Ye Tingjiang sat on the side and watched him quietly.

In Mu Chuanhan's perception, it is extremely immoral to eat alone and let others sit and watch.But this was all Ye Tingjiang asked for, so he didn't feel any pressure at all, and ate more deliciously with peace of mind.

Ye listened to Jiang for a long time, and he thought the boy's puffy cheeks were cute.But he quickly sobered up and told himself not to dream.

Fuyan's eating speed is getting slower and slower, and it seems that he really can't eat anymore.In order to end this unbearable situation earlier, Ye Tingjiang went against his own words and picked up another pair of chopsticks.

Mu Chuanhan didn't show it on the surface, but he knew it in his heart.Sure enough, no one in the world can endure the pain of just watching but not eating, even Mr. Tingyun is no exception.

With Ye Tingjiang joining, the speed of food emptying has increased a lot.

Mu Chuihan even picked up vegetables for Ye Tingjiang repeatedly, and when he received Ye Tingjiang's refusal eyes, he explained pitifully: "Xianjun, the chopsticks are upside down, don't worry, they are not dirty."

Ye Tingjiang choked up everything Jiang was going to say, so he could only eat in silence and finish eating as soon as possible.

Mu Chuihan Zhiyi looked at him and realized the joy of feeding.

Did Ye feel the same way when he heard Jiang feeding him before?

Mu Chuihan quickly denied himself again, and stopped at Mr. Yun's way of not obsessing over everything. If he wants to successfully abduct someone into bed, he still has a long way to go.

Just when he was thinking about it, a clear and melodious female voice came from a distance, and he heard a three-point smile before seeing her face: "Is Junior Brother Ye there?"

Mu Chuihan was startled: "Xianjun and Senior Sister?"

He thought that Mr. Tingyun didn't have much contact with all his brothers and sisters.

Ye Tingjiang didn't answer him, and said to the door: "Senior Sister Mingzheng, please come in."

The female voice approached, and said with a smile: "Finally, I found some time to come here. Junior brother Ye, the news that you stuffed a little beauty in the outer door not long ago has spread all over the place. Could it be that the thousand-year-old iron tree has bloomed?"

After finishing speaking, the female voice came to the door and gently opened the door.

Mingzheng's playful smile froze when he saw the two people in the room.

With a slap, the big watermelon in her hand fell to the ground and fell apart, which was really beautiful.