Xianzun is collapsing every day

Mu Chuihan said coyly: "Master, don't doubt my master like this."

Mingzheng's tired eyes showed a bit of kindness: "Silly boy, you even called your uncle, and you still say you are the Immortal Yuelin?"

The high-intensity continuous rotation has already exhausted Mingzheng physically and mentally. At this moment, she has no spare energy to think about why Fuyan didn't die. She just looked at Mu Chuihan tenderly: "That's great, that's great..."

If Fuyan is not dead, then Junior Brother Ye will be less sad, and will not go crazy and take risks...

No, Ye Tingjiang asked Fuyan to pretend to be a fairy, no matter how you look at it, it is even crazier.

Mingzheng felt that if things went on like this, she would be the first to go crazy. What kind of bad debt is this!

Having seen his reaction at Ye Tingjiang's place, Mu Chuihan could have predicted that Mingzheng couldn't believe it, and he smiled firmly: "I am not fake, the real thing at a fair price..."

Mingzheng's smile became more and more loving: "Okay, you are, you are."

Mu Chuihan could hear the meaning of coaxing children, and felt that he had encountered the most profound problem since the creation of Hongmeng, how to prove that I am me.

He was about to order Zhu Xinghualing, when he heard Mingzheng say again: "But Fuyan, don't insist, Junior Brother Ye has never liked Moonlin Immortal..."

As soon as these words came out, Mingzheng felt that Linxian Peak, which was already quiet, was as silent as death.

She belatedly looked at the two of them, and found that Junior Brother Ye, who had been erratic all this time, had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and Fuyan was hit hard, and the smile that he could barely draw was gone.

Mingzheng's eyes enlarged unnaturally. With this reaction, Fuyan couldn't really be a fairy...

How could this be possible, No. 1 in the world of cultivating immortals, how could he be willing to come to their Immortal Sect to learn from them, and love him to death with Junior Brother Ye.

It couldn't be, because he fell in love with Junior Brother Ye's face.

Although Mingzheng felt that she must be thinking too much, she couldn't help but cautious in her tone: "Actually, Junior Brother Ye is duplicity, and he doesn't hate the Immortal Venerable that much. It's just discussing the Tao and learning from each other."

Mu Chuihan was still strong: "Yes, I understand."

Ye Tingjiang finally stopped being dumb: "You... don't take it to heart, I didn't know before."

After holding back for a long time, he only said this sentence.

Mingzheng covered her mouth, unable to suppress her broken expression.

Obviously she was talking about Immortal Yuelin, but Ye Tingjiang told Fuyan not to take it to heart...

After ruling out all the possibilities, there is one thing left that she can't believe and can only believe, that Fuyan is really the Immortal of Yuelin.

Mingzheng recalled that a long time ago, she pointed to the Luoyue platform and told Fuyan the origin of the name narrowly. Looking at it now, didn't she arrange him for the Lord himself!

"Xianzun." Mingzheng said seriously: "I still have something to do, please go ahead."

Before anyone could respond, Mingzheng called her long zither and disappeared on Linxian Peak in a blink of an eye.

The appearance of fleeing in a hurry showed a bit of embarrassment, but the back that vowed not to look back showed her determination.

When there were only the two of them left in Linxian Peak again, Ye Tingjiang closed his mouth again.

In front of outsiders, he can still pretend to say a few words to Mu Chuihan.But when they are really alone, except for the initial hug, they are like lovers reunited after a long absence. Even if they have thousands of words, they don't know where to start.

In the end, Ye Tingjiang asked nonchalantly: "So why did you go to the Demon Realm with me? It's very dangerous."

Mu Chuihan stared at him: "Because I like you, Xianjun."

What Fuyan said, Mu Chuihan wanted to say it again.

He knew that Ye Tingjiang might want to hear him say for the sake of the world, for the sake of the living beings; that's exactly what he said in front of the sects.But at this moment, he just wanted to answer according to his heart.

Because he wanted to be with Ye Tingjiang, so he was going.

Because he wanted to save Ye Tingjiang, he would stand in front of Ye Tingjiang.

Maybe Ye Tingjiang was going to be disappointed in him again, but Mu Chuihan only wanted to tell him the truest self.Ye Tingjiang has sentient beings in his heart, but he only cares about people.

Mu Chuihan was suddenly a little nervous, but he didn't try to hide it as usual.

Ye Tingjiang saw this emotion dully, and showed his first smile these days: "Fortunately, you are still here."

Mu Chuihan asked softly: "Then are you angry?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head.He used to be very angry, he wanted to stand in front of him out of anger, and he was even more angry that he was unable to protect him.

But now, with the reappearance of Mu Chuihan, the depression slowly dissipated.The moment he recognized Mu Chuihan, only the word "lucky" remained in his heart.

Mu Chuihan probed further: "Aren't you angry that I lied to you?"

Only then did Ye Tingjiang realize that Mu Chuihan was asking this.

He shook his head slowly again.

Mu Chuihan didn't know, as long as he tasted the feeling of recovering from a loss, everything else would not be so important.

Yingxue Peak.

The scorched earth was nourished by Mu Chuihan's spiritual power. Under the spell, every plant and tree returned to their original appearance, as if nothing had happened.

On the way back, Mu Chuihan frankly explained all the ins and outs of the future to Ye Tingjiang.He only concealed the part where he fell in love with Ye Tingjiang's appearance, but told Ye Tingjiang that he was overwhelmed by his kindness and righteousness.

Ye Tingjiang basked in the sun slightly, but didn't deliberately expose it.

When Mu Chuihan returned to the old room, he found that Fuyan was already lying on the bed.

He was extremely regretful: "Oh, a good body is so useless."

Noticing that Ye Tingjiang was looking at him, Mu Chuihan immediately made amends: "But for the sake of Xianjun, no loss, no loss!"

Ye Tingjiang was actually thinking about something else: "You said, this body is transformed by Lingsou grass? Is it really possible to make a body out of grass?"

Mu Chuihan nodded, with a bit of pride: "Of course, I said that I have also successfully made many things."

So it's completely accidental like the eyesight pills.

Ye Tingjiang asked: "The five Yins blending the heart?"

Mu Chuihan guessed, "I don't know why. Now that I think about it, it's the Lingsou grass that grows in the shade of the mountains and gathers the yin energy of the heavens and the earth to transform into the body of the five yins."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Xianjun, I feel even more sorry."

Ye Tingjiang vaguely guessed what he wanted to say, and said vaguely: "Don't say it... I don't regret it."

Mu Chuihan sat by the bed, imitating Zhu Xing, and put Fuyan's body away: "Isn't it really a pity? A physique that is rare in a century..."

He made up his mind: "Xianjun, I only need one more Lingsou grass, and I can repair him."

Ye Tingjiang pretended not to know what Mu Chuihan was talking about, and changed the subject abruptly: "When will we go to the Demon Realm?"

Mu Chuanhan vented his strength: "I listen to Xianjun."

"However," his voice dropped, "I still want to send Lin Xu home."

Ye Tingjiang sighed: "Okay."

Imperial City.

The world of cultivating immortals is in turmoil, but the imperial city in the world is no longer prosperous.

It was winter, and the shops on the street were closed and covered by pure white snowflakes. There were occasional passers-by on the road, all dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. The whole city was plain and lifeless.

Mu Chuihan knew much more about the human world than Ye Tingjiang, so he lowered his voice: "It's a national funeral."

The shops are not open, and the people are in mourning.Judging by this regulation, it is likely that a beloved emperor died.

In such a lonely environment, Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang came to help the coffin, blending in with the solemn atmosphere of the whole city.It's just that the people in the past were all in a hurry, and when they saw them, they couldn't help walking a few steps away, as if they were afraid of getting involved.

Mu Chuihan managed to stop a passerby: "Brother, how can I get to Linhou's Mansion?"

The pedestrian was terrified, didn't speak, just pointed him in a direction, and fled away.

Mu Chuihan was puzzled, but he could only walk in the direction pointed by the man.After walking a few steps, he bumped into several young men with knives.

These men were also dressed in plain clothes, with their blades out of their sheaths standing in front of them: "You, who are you?"

Mu Chuihan tried his best to be as polite as possible: "Let's send Lin Xiaoshizi back home in his coffin."

"I don't care what you're here for." The man in the lead put the knife on Mu Chuihan's neck: "Your Majesty has an order. The queen has passed away, and the world will be ruined. If you refuse to obey the order, it is to resist the order!"

Mu Chuihan was dressed in green clothes, which could barely be regarded as plain clothes. Black clothes are respected here, and Ye Tingjiang's black clothes can be regarded as a big taboo.

The man with the knife ordered: "Take it away."

"Wait." Because of Lin Xu, Mu Chuihan's heart was heavy, and he didn't want to argue with the guard: "Can we send the coffin back to the Lin Mansion first?"

"You think beautiful..."

Before the man finished speaking, he heard a small guard behind him whisper: "My lord, I remember Lin Hou's son went to the cultivation world to seek immortality and asked..."

"Really?" The head guard turned his eyes on the two of them again, retracted his knife, and his attitude changed immediately: "I haven't asked for advice yet, the two of you are..."

Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang glanced at each other: "We are Lin Xu's classmates."

"Two immortals!" The head guard held the handle of the knife with both hands, bent his knees, and knelt on the vast snowy ground: "I just offended you because I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, and I ask the two immortals to have a lot, don't take offense."

"No." Ye Tingjiang lifted him up with a spiritual force: "Can you take us to Lin Hou's house?"

"Naturally, naturally." The chief guard felt the gentle spiritual power, and couldn't hide the smile on his face. He walked in front and led them the way attentively.

The Lin Mansion is prominent, and the Dahou Mansion still occupies half of the street in the imperial city.It's just that the door is still deserted now, and the gold-plated plaque is hung with white silk, and it is covered with snow, covering the golden background of that layer.

A guard has already entered the pass and passed it on.When Mu Chuihan arrived, a woman in plain clothes and a silver hairpin stood guard at the door. When she saw the pure black coffin, her legs softened and she fell back half a step, and was supported by the maids on both sides.

She staggered towards the coffin: "Xu'er, is it really Xu'er?"

Mrs. Lin trembled, trying to push away the heavy coffin lid, but she could only shake it a little bit after going back and forth several times.

She flung herself helplessly on the coffin lid, and a trail of tears wet the makeup on her face: "Xu'er..."

The maid helped Mrs. Lin up, and the guards who brought them here worked together to finally slowly push the coffin lid.

Lin Xu's body remained incorruptible under the spell, and the young man's face looked like he was smiling before death.

Mrs. Lin went to hug her son in a daze, with suppressed sobs in her throat.Before touching Lin Xu, she seemed to have lost all strength and fell backwards.

"Ma'am, ma'am!" The maids shouted in a hurry, and then repeatedly shouted "Chuan the imperial doctor", causing chaos in the dead street.

Mu Chuihan didn't look back, as if he was talking to himself: "I regret it."

Ye Tingjiang's voice came from behind: "Why?"

"Lin Xu always told me about the customs and customs of his hometown, and I thought he only wanted to sleep here forever." Mu Chuihan shook his head: "But now I know that for Mrs. Lin, she thought her son was still alive in the world of cultivating immortals, even if he lived forever. See, it's much better than it is now."

Ye Tingjiang patted him on the shoulder.

"Life and death, love and hate." Mu Chuihan smiled: "Even a thousand-year-old monk can't see through it, let alone a life spanning decades."

"Immortal," a servant girl came over and gave them a blessing: "Madam knelt down to observe the funeral for the empress, and then passed out from exhaustion, please wait for the immortal."

"No need." Mu Chuihan took out a sandalwood box from the storage ring: "This is Mr. Lin's relic. Tell Mrs. Lin that I didn't take good care of Lin Xu. If you want to in the future, you can smash it into the box Jade plaque, I will not hesitate."

Mu Chuihan was in a gloomy mood, Ye Tingjiang couldn't understand better, he knew it was useless to say anything at this time, so he could only silently accompany him behind him.

As soon as they left Lin's mansion, they were stopped by the guards at the door: "Immortal, please stay."

"What's the matter?" Ye Tingjiang asked.

The guard knelt down again: "Your Majesty has a request, and I beg the immortal to have mercy."

Ye Ting Jiang wanted to refuse, but saw the guards kneeling down, their plain white clothes touching the snow.He glanced at Mu Chuihan, and finally agreed: "Go."

The guards led them into the carriage.Mu Chuihan leaned against the wall of the car, still listless, always thinking of Lin Xu's appearance for no reason, Ye Tingjiang thought about it, and sat closer so that Mu Chuihan could rest his head on his shoulder.

In the past, Fuyan only needed to tilt his head, and his whole body would collapse on Ye Tingjiang's body.Now that he has returned to the main body, he has grown quite a bit taller, almost at the same level as Ye Tingjiang.

At this moment, Ye Tingjiang straightened his upper body, and he still needed to tilt Mu Chuihan's body so that he could barely lean on his shoulder.

Mu Chuihan still didn't move, Ye Tingjiang started to play with his body.

He is not good at doing these things, and in the past, Mu Chuihan would always entangle him spontaneously.So now Ye Tingjiang's movements looked clumsy, he managed to get into a pose, but it still made Mu Chuihan's head hurt.

Mu Chuihan finally laughed: "Xianjun, what are you doing?"

Ye Tingjiang didn't look at him, and said in a low voice, "You sleep for a while."

When he was sad a few days ago, as long as he could fall asleep, he would forget everything.

Mu Chuihan held Ye Tingjiang's arm, adjusted his posture, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

As soon as he closed his eyes, the carriage drove to the gate of the palace.

The chief guard shouted: "There are immortals from the upper cultivation world in the car, let them go quickly."

"Immortal?" The soldier guarding the door lifted the curtain of the car and glanced at it: "There was an immortal here earlier this morning, and he is summoning the soul of the empress right now."

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