Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

Yang Yanjun's residence is hidden in the emerald green bamboo forest. When the wind blows, the tall and graceful bamboo branches sway, shattering the direct sunlight and reflecting it mottledly on the small bamboo house made of bamboo.

Walking in the bamboo grove, Mingzhi looked at the people on both sides of the path leading to the bamboo house paved with gravel.

On the left is Mr. Yuanhe of the Qingshan Sect. The disciples of the Qingshan Sect behind him are respectful and upright, following Mr. Yuanhe step by step. Mr. Yuanhe holds a blank paper fan in his hand and gently fanes the wind on his chest, as if not lightly Chao Mingzhi glanced over, met Mingzhi's gaze, he was not at all embarrassed, and smiled at Mingzhi with a gentle smile in the corner of his mouth.

On the right is Li Xiuze. After coming out of the hall, he followed Mingzhi closely on the right. He looked at Mingzhi several times along the way, and seemed to have a lot of things to say to Mingzhi, but he couldn't find a chance.

Mingzhi went back to the main hall from the Jianjian Pavilion, and happened to meet Li Xiu and brought Mr. Yuanhe out. Mr. Yuanhe said that Mr. Rizhuo had gone to visit Mr. Yangyan, and it would be unreasonable for him not to go.

Mingzhi and Li Xiu brought him here, the other disciples of Wuwangshan originally wanted to follow, but Mingzhi thought it was too burdensome and refused to let them follow, so only Mingzhi and Li Xiu led the Qingshan sect.

Mingzhi didn't know what Yuanhe-jun and Li Xiuze said when they were in the same room, but he always felt that Yuanhe-jun was always looking at Li Xiuze inadvertently, while Li Xiuze always avoided, looking at him. Looks a little stressed.

Mingzhi pondered, it might have something to do with what Li Xiuze wanted to say to himself.

This idea was quickly confirmed.

Arriving at Yang Yanjun's bamboo residence, Li Xiu pushed open the door deep in the bamboo forest with ease. Inside the door, the sunlight cut by bamboo fell softly on the bamboo table made of bamboo. Lord Yan and Lord Sunburn, who are as bright as fireworks, are sipping tea.

Yang Yanjun raised his eyes and saw Li Xiuze and Mingzhi, so he invited them in. When they walked in, he saw Yuanhe Jun behind them. Yuanhe Jun's eyes fell on Yang Yanjun's body. The gentle smile on Jun Yan's face froze for a moment, then he raised the corner of his mouth and said politely: "Yuan Yuanhe Jun is here too, please come in."

When Li Qingshan came just now, he only brought Mr. Rizhuo with him, and Mr. Rizhuo didn’t say much when he sat down. He thought that Mr. Rizhuo came alone.

Mr. Rizhuo didn't give the visitor a single look. From the moment Wuwangshan saw Mr. Yangyan, he only had Mr. Yangyan in his eyes. Mr. Yangyan was joking with him, talking about the things he encountered in the recent retreat, He occasionally responded to some interesting little things after leaving the customs, and his attitude was really not positive, but Yang Yanjun did not shut up because of this at all, and continued to talk, chatting from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, and the chat was very smooth. The most is the fire repair technique.

Speaking of the incomprehensible points, Mr. Rizhuo saw that his brows were slightly frowned, so he asked a few words to explain his doubts, and he was immediately happy, and continued to chat with him.

I don't know why, Yang Yanjun is also a fire cultivator, but every time Sun Zhuojun listens to him, he only feels that there is a clear spring flowing quietly from the bottom of his heart, taking away the pent-up anger in his body.It's completely different from other people. If others talk to him in such a lengthy manner, he feels that this person is adding fuel to the fire in his body, and he is very irritable.

Mr. Rizhuo likes to look at Mr. Yangyan and observe his reaction to the surrounding things. This habit has been around since he was a child.

That year, the head of the Qingshan School specially held a fire class for him who was born with pure fire roots, and invited fire monks of his age from various immortal sects in the world of immortality to attend the class and accompany him.

Among them, the elder of Wuwangshan brought his beloved apprentice, Yang Yanjun, who was born with a pure Yang body and was about the same age as him. The only child who was held in Master's arms.

The little boy who was born with pure Fire Spirit Root raised his noble little head, and said indifferently to the child in the arms of Elder Wuji: "You are not Fire Spirit Root."

"Which family's poor boy is this?" The future Yang Yanjun didn't know that he was talking to him, but Elder Wuxian frowned, and knocked the little poor boy on the head protectively, "So impolite!"

Because he is still young and unable to control the fire element well, he was brought with a water-type celestial treasure that suppresses the fire element. Therefore, the future Rizhuo Jun, who was not able to detect the existence of the innate and pure fire root, was suddenly stunned and was thinking He took off the fairy treasure and gave it a good show, when he heard a child's chuckle from above, he looked up, and saw the child stretching out his hand towards him, with a bracelet on his delicate wrist, and looking up, He found that the child's face was paler than other children, and his expression was not so energetic. Seeing him looking at him, the child smiled softly: "It hurts, it doesn't hurt."

Mr. Yang Yan wore that bracelet for 20 years until a single fire root was washed out.

This is their first meeting, since then, as long as Yang Yanjun is present, Rizhuojun will observe him intentionally or unintentionally.

Therefore, Sun Zhuojun naturally did not miss the slightly stiff smile on the corner of Yang Yanjun's mouth.

Mr. Rizhuo looked towards the door, and when he saw Mr. Yuanhe holding a paper fan, his expression suddenly became impatient.

"Congratulations to Mr. Yangyan, you will be able to accept the third prince of Dongchen Kingdom as your disciple in a short time." Mr. Yuanhe stepped in and congratulated Mr. Yangyan first. After sitting down, he looked at the sun and smiled meaningfully, " Innate to pure fire spirit root, but also a pure yang body, which is rare in a thousand years. If Lord Yangyan and the little prince are both pure yang bodies, or my senior brother would like to accept him as a disciple, it is a pity that there are very few records of pure yang bodies If not, senior brother has no choice but to give up his love to Lord Yangyan, and hope that Lord Yangyan will give the little prince all he can in the future, so as to live up to my senior brother's good intentions."

"It turns out that Mr. Rizhuo gave in kindly," Yang Yanjun smiled, and after making tea for Mingzhi and Li Xiuze, he raised the teacup in front of him and toasted Mr. Rizhuo who was opposite him, "In that case, thank you here The day will burn you." Putting down the teacup, Lord Yangyan expressed his thanks, and then changed his words, "After all, he is my apprentice, and there is no need for Mr. Yuanhe's kind interference. I know how to teach him."

"Naturally." Mr. Yuanhe twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a fake smile. He picked up Mr. Yangyan's freshly brewed tea, and it was slightly cool in his mouth. There was no slight fragrance of the tea being soaked in warm water, only the astringent taste of the tea when it entered his throat ,hard to swallow.

After Mr. Yuanhe swallowed the tea in his mouth, before he could open his mouth, Mr. Yang Yan seemed to realize it, and looked at the teapot in his hand in surprise: "Ah, sorry, I forgot to heat up the newly added water just now."

After finishing speaking, he smiled apologetically at Mr. Yuanhe, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into Mr. Yuanhe's teacup. The tea this time was obviously different from the one just now, with a little bit of steam rising from the surface of the water.

He didn't notice the difference between Yuanhe-jun and Yangyan-jun, and Mingzhi's focus was off. He looked at the teapot in Yangyan-jun's hand and blinked his eyes. Is this the fire spirit root? It's really useful!

The author has something to say: I have something to do tonight and I got home late, so there is no big fat chapter, sorry orz

Make it up tomorrow, and guarantee that the fairy master will definitely, definitely, and 100% appear on the stage tomorrow (trust me

In addition, Mr. Rizhuo and Mr. Yangyan are bamboo horses~