Xianzun is collapsing every day

Mu Chuihan is very satisfied with the current state.He and Ye Tingjiang borrowed together, and it lasted for several years.In these years, he really fulfilled his wish to hang the name of an elder guest in Linxianzong. He didn't really do much, but he got a lot of offerings.

He at least retained a bit of conscience, and said many times that he could actually contribute a little to Linxianzong along with medicine.But once he is ready to step into the Valley of Hundred Flowers, he will be invited away by Shang Zhi, who is facing a big enemy.

Each time, several catties of newly produced spiritual tea were given away, just for fear that he would create some unsolvable pill in Linxianzong again.

Admirers' salutes are still being sent, but now they no longer run to Yinqing Mountain, they all send them to Yingxue Peak—and then Ye Tingjiang returns them all without a trace of nostalgia.

The only gift that will be left behind is Mu Chuihan's beloved storybook.

It's just that no one would think of giving this thing to Yue Lin Xianzun, and it was only the disciples of Lin Xianzong who were familiar with Fuyan who used to give it to Ye Tingjiang to try.

Unexpectedly, after careful probing, they discovered that Elder Ye, who is usually noble and upright, would not refuse anyone who came, and would accept any type of text.

Not only the master-student storybook with Fuyan, but even the ones with the Immortal Venerable, he accepted them without fail.

From then on, the disciples became more unscrupulous, and almost collected all the words related to Ye Tingjiang from the entire world of cultivating immortals, and sent them to the right master conscientiously.

Ye Tingjiang sat in the quiet room, frowning and opened one of the scriptures, his face became paler the more he looked.

Xiaoyou bouncingly appeared at the door of his room, sounding very happy: "We will have hot pot at night, is the master coming?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head deeply, took a look at him, and then buried his head in the story book again, still chanting some words softly in his mouth, Xiaoyou heard vaguely: "Ah? Louder, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay, I won't go." Ye Tingjiang had to clearly refuse, sighed, and turned to the next page in pain.

The lights were dim, and Ye Tingjiang was already sitting quietly in the room, the book of stories was still open, he glanced at it quietly from time to time, raised his head on the spot and rustled his back silently.

With the sound of the door being pushed open, the book disappeared out of the room.

Fu Yan smiled and rolled her eyes. She was dressed in green, with a little spicy smell of hot pot and a little alcohol smell on her body. Her face was reddish, and she walked to the bedside in disorderly steps, and sat down crookedly beside Ye Tingjiang.

He whispered in Ye Tingjiang's ear: "Master, he is not at home tonight..."

Ye Tingjiang recalled the content of the script with a blank face: "Why are you wearing cold clothes?"

Mu Chuihan stood up and wobbled around: "Why, since he's not here...won't I be allowed to dress up for fun?"

Ye Tingjiang lowered his eyes and said calmly, "You are so coquettish."

This flat tone, as if he was talking about the most common swordsmanship formula, there is no room for imagination.

Mu Chuihan was amused by Ye Tingjiang's serious appearance, but continued to seduce him professionally: "Master, didn't you want to be here with me...huh?"

Ye Tingjiang has never been able to understand what a smile looks like in the storybook, but this book was designated by Mu Chuihan, so he can only raise one corner of his lips, grinning like a twitch, and dragged his voice reluctantly: " Yeah, sweetheart—"

He leaned over to hug Mu Chuihan and kissed him lightly on the shoulder.

For Ye Tingjiang, the next scene... is much easier.

Doing something is always easier than saying it.In the past few years, Ye Tingjiang has been able to overcome all shame. Faced with all the gaudy words of Mu Chuihan, Ye Tingjiang always proves that he understands with his actions.

The heavy veils of the bed net were hanging down, and after an unknown amount of time, Mu Chuihan's voice sounded like complaining: "No...that's not the position written in the book."

But his words were intermittent, obviously very weak.

"Isn't it?" Ye Tingjiang finally forgot all the contents of the storybook at this time: "Then do it again?"

Mu Chuihan: "I hope next time..."

His last few words were swallowed up by vague sobs, so he could only struggle and said: "Don't... there will be a plot later..."

Ye Tingjiang didn't respond to him with words.

When everything was over, Mu Chuihan's hands and feet were sore and he felt drowsy.This is the bad point of Fuyan's body. No matter what he does, he is always exhausted. Now he feels that as soon as he closes his eyes, he will immediately pass out.

But Mu Chuihan never gave up on the dual cultivation of the body with Fuyan.After all, he is a very dedicated person, with such a rare body of five yin and heart, he is willing to sacrifice himself and give up his life for righteousness in order for Ye Tingjiang to catch up with his own pace as soon as possible.

"Go to sleep..." Ye Tingjiang's sanity slowly returned, he began to feel sorry for Mu Chuihan's red marks all over his body, and carefully covered him with a quilt: "Have a good rest."

As far as Ye Tingjiang's selfishness is concerned, he actually doesn't want to see his lover unconscious every time he finishes his double cultivation.After all, he prefers Mu Chuihan's body, apart from all other factors, because that is the real Mu Chuihan.

But in order to prevent Mu Chuihan from ascending to the upper realm alone, he seemed to have to cooperate with his great cause of dual cultivation.

"Rest?" Drowsiness came to the corners of his eyes, and Mu Chuihan was in a daze, but he always felt that there was still something to do. After thinking for a long time with his dull mind, he remembered that he was playing two roles, and there were still some lines that he hadn't said.

But today he was already slightly drunk and tired all night, he couldn't think of what to say, and finally said: "Today's wine is quite strong..."

Originally, it was the spiritual wine brewed by Shangzhi, the more spiritual it is, the more intoxicating it is.And the alcohol came very late, if he had known that he would be so drunk, he would not have the courage to mess with Ye Tingjiang.

Ye Tingjiang laughed: "How much did you drink?"

"Who told you not to eat hot pot or drink spiritual wine with me." Mu Chuihan blushed, shook his head and condemned Ye Tingjiang.

"Didn't I want to memorize the sentences in the storybook?"

If it weren't for the fact that every sentence in this chapter of the storybook is so difficult to say, Ye Tingjiang wouldn't have memorized it all day.

"Okay." Mu Chuihan stared at Ye Tingjiang, and suddenly smiled: "Forgive you, eat with me next time..."

He tilted his head and fell asleep directly.

the next day.

When Mu Chuihan was awake, he was shivered by the wind, only then did he realize that he was in a strange pavilion.

Moreover, it seemed to be sleeping in Ye Tingjiang's arms.

The spirit wine was really powerful. Until now, his mind is still not clear. Even the memory of last night is intermittent, and he still has a faint headache. He can't remember anything about the last part.

Moreover, the sequelae were quite serious, and he didn't even know where it was now.

"You're finally awake." Ye Tingjiang's voice sounded from behind him, and he sounded relieved.

Mu Chuihan's reaction was still very slow, he could hear Ye Tingjiang's voice, but it took him a while to understand the meaning of the words.He paused for a long time before slowly saying: "Have I slept for a long time?"

"Fortunately," Ye Tingjiang explained: "It's only half a day, now it's afternoon."

Mu Chuihan reacted for a long time before nodding his head and saying, "Well, it's not too long."

He was in a daze now, unable to think of anything, and didn't bother to pursue it, so he simply buried his head in Ye Tingjiang's arms and closed his eyes again.

"Who is he? Who is he!" The monks outside had seen this scene a long time ago, and began to chirp again.

"Immortal Venerable, don't you see that you are wearing a veil?" A monk joined the sound transmission.

"What kind of immortal! How can the immortal be such a monster? It is obvious that only Ting Yunjun's little apprentice can be so embarrassing in public!" The person who spoke was a monk of the Moon Sect, and he was already staring at Ye Ting Jiang's movements have been going on all morning, and now he immediately jumped out to rectify the name of Yuelin Xianzun.

Although Mu Chuihan has no memory at all, today is actually the 5000th anniversary of the Guiyi sect, and it is also the small celebration of Geng Qingyang's breakthrough from the mid-term to the late stage of the state of mind.

Double happiness came to the door, and all the famous monks in the world of cultivating immortals received the invitation, including Ye Tingjiang of course.

Geng Qingyang managed to keep up with Ye Tingjiang in terms of realm, and he couldn't help feeling complacent.He had already thought about how to show off his current cultivation in front of Ye Tingjiang when Ye Tingjiang came, but who knows... Ye Tingjiang just congratulated him perfunctorily, and took care of the people in his arms wholeheartedly , and even ignored Geng Qingyang's accusations many times.

And the person in his arms is even more mysterious.Wearing a fence and a green dress, it is indeed the dress of the Immortal Yuelin.But this movement of leaning against Ye Tingjiang's arms, and the appearance of Ye Tingjiang taking care of him carefully, are all what Fuyan had in the past.

For the first time, after all the monks made a bet on who Jun Yunjun would go with today, no one could judge the outcome.

The person who held Yuelin Immortal Venerable tried his best to prove it: "It can only be the Immortal Venerable, when did you see Fuyan cover your face?"

Another group of people were not to be outdone: "It can only be Fuyan, when did you see the Immortal Venerable being so clingy?"

Even saying the word "sticky", they will feel creepy.

For the Lingshi, the voices of the two groups came and went one after another.The spiritual power coming and going finally made the sleepy Mu Chuihan unable to sleep anymore. He raised his head and complained, "It's so noisy."

Although there was no sound, the fluctuation of spiritual power disturbed his dream more than the sound of conversation.

Mu Chuihan felt a little irritable. If he didn't sleep well, he would get a headache. If he had a headache, he would see nothing pleasing to his eyes. He lifted the veil of the shadowy shadow in front of his eyes: "Why should I bring this thing?"

"Hiss—" The monks around couldn't care less about transmitting the sound, and all gasped.

"It's Fuyan!" someone shouted.

"No, no!" Many monks bet on Yuelin Immortal Venerable before the opening of the market, and immediately denied: "It's not Fuyan! Look at your eyes, they look different, and they are about the same age."

"Could it be Fuyan's relative? Brother? I've never heard of such a person."

Ye Tingjiang was the most panic-stricken person in the audience, he straightened up: "Don't..."

Mu Chuihan turned back slowly, and smiled a little not wisely: "Don't do it?"

Ye Tingjiang took a deep breath: "This is the celebration of returning to one family. You wanted to come very much before, do you remember? Everyone will look at you again, don't lift the veil..."

He raised his hand to cover Mu Chuanhan back.

"What are you doing?" Mu Chuihan blocked with his hand back, and laughed grinningly: "It's not like I haven't seen me before."

He vaguely remembered that there was excitement at Guiyimen, and he had come here with great interest before.

"I haven't seen it before," Ye Tingjiang said quickly, "You are——"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mu Chuihan.

Mu Chuihan looked very happy, and even slowly found Geng Qingyang who was always staring at them in the crowd, and showed a sincere smile to Geng Qingyang.

Geng Qingyang and Ye Tingjiang had an ominous premonition together.

At the grand ceremony, Gui Yimen's new generation Jian Xiu performed a welcome sword dance.

Mu Chuihan saw it, and slowly said: "Mr. Qingyang, I didn't prepare a congratulatory gift, why don't I dance for you too..."

His sword dance is also quite good.

Ye Tingjiang reached out his hand frantically to stop him: "No, don't move around."

However, Mu Chuihan turned his palm over, and a silver light condensed in his palm, which finally turned into the appearance of a sword.

At that moment, Geng Qingyang who saw everything clearly stood up abruptly.

A spiritual sword hung in Mu Chuihan's palm, the hilt was dotted with silver stars, and the sword exuded a soft spiritual light.

——The star-embellished sword.

The star-embellished sword of the Yuelin Immortal.

The person next to Ye Tingjiang is Mu Chuihan!

Not only Geng Qingyang, but all the monks present couldn't believe their eyes.

This young male cultivator, who looked very similar to Fu Yan, summoned the Immortal Venerable's Star Embellishment Sword in public!

Once the natal spirit weapon recognizes its owner, it is absolutely impossible to be summoned by others.Even if Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan become Taoist couples, it is absolutely impossible to summon Mu Chuihan's spirit sword like this.

Therefore, even if no one dared to believe it, even if it was impossible, he could only be Mu Chuihan.

The atmosphere was extremely silent, and even the disciples who were performing the sword dance stopped their movements. They all held their breaths and focused their attention on Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan.

And in this silence, the most shocked person was Mu Chuihan himself.

He looked at the sword in his hand obsessively: "Xingxing, why is it you?"

"You are in the main body now!" Ye Tingjiang was finally able to say what was interrupted before: "You were drunk last night, maybe you were too tired, so you returned to the main body to recover... Do you not remember?"

Mu Chuanhan: "..."

I don't remember the beginning and end, and I have no impression at all...

Sure enough, alcohol can harm people, but now he has completely recovered his sanity.

Mu Chuihan's head, which had been on strike for a long time, finally started to move, and countless thoughts flashed through him in an instant.

That's right... First, I have to find the temperament of Immortal Venerable Yuelin.

Mu Chuihan restrained his expression, without a smile, his whole body became cold.He raised his eyes and met countless pairs of eyes looking at him, his forced composure finally couldn't hold back, as if the frost all over his body was melting at the speed of an avalanche.

He involuntarily showed a painful expression, and held a trace of luck: "Everyone... I look quite similar to Fu Yan."

"Looking similar is a coincidence." Zhuanxing's voice came from the sword, young and mature: "But they look similar and behave similarly. That is the same person."

Mu Chuanhan: "..."

As expected of the natal spirit sword that he has cherished for 1000 years, even if it is torn down, should he be the first one?

Geng Qingyang pointed at him with his mouth open; "You, you, Fuyan?"

Mu Chuihan denied it desperately: "I'm not."

Geng Qingyang didn't seem to hear, and said to himself: "Immortal Venerable, how could you be Fuyan!"

Mu Chuihan really closed his eyes this time, unwilling to face the cruel reality.

The reputation of the millennium was destroyed in one day.

For a moment, he didn't know how to face himself who used to stick to his personality.

And with this exposure, wouldn't the previous bluffing and deception all be discovered!

He covered his head to prevent others from seeing his sadness,

Ye Tingjiang patted him on the shoulder and said skillfully: "It's okay, people will have this day..."

Not long after he met Mu Chuihan, he tasted the taste of ruined reputation over and over again.

Mu Chuanhan didn't get the slightest comfort.He even suspected that he had spread too many rumors about Ye Tingjiang before, and now he has come back to this point, exposing his true face in the most outrageous way in front of everyone.

Those who destroy people's reputation will always be destroyed by people.

He sighed, regretting his previous actions from the bottom of his heart, and finally decided to change slowly in the future.Now Mu Chuihan was paying attention to the reactions of the monks other than Geng Qingyang, but found that everyone was so surprised that they had nothing to say.

After a long, long time, only one person suddenly shouted: "Tie and draw! Return the spirit stones to each other, return them!"

His previous gamble was impulsive, and he bet all his belongings. He has already regretted it, and he is afraid that he will lose everything in a short time.Taking advantage of this opportunity, he fished in troubled waters, shouted quickly, and saved his life savings back.

The scene became very chaotic for a while.

All the monks were in a hurry to get back the spirit stones, and some people shouted: "Since the immortal is Fuyan, the previous bets don't count. If you don't lose or win, give me back the spirit stones!"

He obviously lost big in the past and tried to deny it.But there are also monks who have benefited a lot from this gamble in the past, and tried their best to stop him: "The same person, but with two names, how can the gamble pay back the money, it's over, no!"

For a moment, the sound of monks grabbing the spirit stone overwhelmed Mu Chuihan's embarrassment from the inside out.

He opened his eyes again, and suddenly asked Ye Tingjiang with great interest: "So there is such a gamble?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head: "It's also the first day I know."

Mu Chuihan regretted it: "I knew I should have gambled ten games and eight games..."

The grand ceremony of returning to one family was disturbed by them.But Geng Qingyang didn't seem to mind this too much, he just doubted life from the beginning to the end, how could a fairy like the bright moon be that Fuyan who didn't have a good word in his mouth...

For the first time, Geng Qingyang experienced the earnest teachings of his brother-in-chief when he was young: Knowing people, knowing the face, not knowing the heart.

Although Mu Chuihan felt that the sky was about to fall that day, he hid directly back to Yingxue Peak afterward, closed the door to thank the guests, and could not hear the wind outside, and even walked out of the shadows quickly.

He stood in front of Ye Tingjiang very solemnly: "Xianjun, now all my character designs have collapsed for you."

Mu Chuihan covered his face with sadness: "If those monks who have visited me come to ask me to return the salute...Xianjun, will you pay back the money for me?"

He stared at Ye Tingjiang, his eyes full of hope.

Although Ye Tingjiang felt that the collapse of Mu Chuihan's character design was an inevitable result, it had nothing to do with him.But under Mu Chuihan's gaze, he would never be able to say no.

Ye Tingjiang nodded.

Mu Chuihan cheered and hugged Ye Tingjiang: "Xianjun, you are so kind!"

After all, it was because of his good eyesight that he could find such a responsible Ye Tingjiang.

Of course, it turned out later that Mu Chuihan's worries were overwhelmed.

Not only did no monk try to get back the gift, but some people even continued to send worship to Yingxue Peak.

It's just that things have been replaced with beautiful clothes of various colors, novel storybooks, gold and jade decorations, spiritual food, and spiritual wine that made Mu Chuihan make a big mistake...

Mu Chuihan looked at the congratulatory gift, and said blankly: "I think they are mocking me."

Ye Tingjiang told the truth: "No, they are just following your favor."

Unlike Mu Chuihan, Ye Tingjiang would occasionally hear other people's comments on Mu Chuihan.

From the beginning when everyone was shocked and kept silent, now a group of monks headed by Wang Yuezong praised Mu Chuihan for his naturalness.

It was as if a secret that only he knew was suddenly revealed to the world.

But, Mu Chuihan will definitely be happy, as long as he is happy.

Ye Tingjiang smiled slightly, thinking that their stories would be passed down as anecdotes among monks of various factions from generation to generation.

Of course, only a few words of them will be left in the real history of the world of cultivating immortals.

Maybe Mu Chuihan is still that arrogant and aloof immortal, and he is also a taciturn sword cultivator.

Tens of thousands of years later, there will always be latecomers who see their true stories in the storybook and laugh at them.

That's enough.

The author has something to say: Immortal Venerable: It’s like a cashback check-in. I was going to finish the entire book, but I lost my signature in the last few chapters!How can there be such an excessive author Yelaoshr: Normal mind, normal mind, money is something outside of the body

I originally wanted to split two chapters, but I wrote them together, so let's post them together!The next chapter starts the extra episode [-]~