Master, he is nice and soft

The long three to four hundred years in the eyes of ordinary people is not a snap for monks.

Yan Huajing himself has been alone on the mountain for nearly 200 years. Apart from daily practice and going down the mountain to listen to stories, he is so free that he can fart every day.

When you are free, you can do anything.

For example, he would carry a broom and use the most primitive method to clean up the big courtyard that could hold all the brothers and sisters back then bit by bit.

As the saying goes, see things and think about people. Brother Yan cleans up every two weeks, and recalls the past every fourteen days. He almost boils the past to tasteless, and then welcomes the little brother who really hasn’t seen for a long time .

There are also teachers and sisters-in-law.

His master, Sui Hua, is kind and gentle, so soft and waxy that the youngest apprentice can climb on his back and mess up his hair. Naturally, there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts in the family. The younger sister was also raised by a bunch of devil brothers to be fierce and aggressive.

It was just a white lotus flower from my junior brother who came out of the mud without being stained.

Brother Yan glanced at the landscape painting hanging in the room, the blank space on it made him wonder if the younger brother forgot to draw something, and looked down at Qing Yun who was sipping hot soup.

No, how could such a ignorant wood like junior brother find a Taoist companion before him? !

I still remember that some of their senior brothers were ordered by their teachers to go down the mountain to investigate a certain fireworks and willow alley that was said to be haunted by monster races. It was a chick that had never been touched by a girl's little hand, and when suddenly a group of women approached it, few of them looked normal.

Their little juniors, logically speaking, are the age most likely to have a spring heart, and suddenly became Liu Xiahui, who is as calm as a mountain in the wind and rain. Thanks to him not being disturbed, that mission was able to be done in threes and fives.

He still remembers that after they dealt with the monster that made trouble, the girls sitting next to the younger brother were all disheveled and disheveled.

Help, my junior didn't even set up an enchantment barrier for the girls in advance.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yan again.

To be honest, Venerable Qing Yun, one of the great beauties in the world of cultivation, truly lives up to his reputation.

Such a figure, such eyebrows, which monk would not boast when seeing them?

So how did He Xingzhang deceive people!I still deceived people here since I was a child!

Before the master went to Bitingjiang's house to solve the matter, he was accompanied by Xingzhang. At that time, he really didn't see any signs of the iron tree blooming in the younger brother, but he was more actively participating in the task of going down the mountain.

The aptitude of the junior brother was originally excellent, and his cultivation base improved by leaps and bounds in those few years, and he caught up with these senior brothers who had been apprentices for a few years before. After a little thought, the master allowed him to go down the mountain to practice.

As a result, he practiced for two years, and when he came back, he was already taller than him, but his personality was still somewhat inexplicable and incomprehensible——

Why is it unclear?Because according to Senior Brother Yan’s long-term observation of Junior Junior Brother, He Xingzhang actually understands the ways of the world and cares about taking care of Master and Senior Brothers, but this cleverness seems to disappear as soon as he leaves Poyuan Mountain, becoming a little dull , as if he was not used to communicating with people outside the mountain.

The disciples of Poyuan Mountain had to travel alone to go down the mountain to practice. Fortunately, Yan Huajing was worried for a while when he sent He Xingzhang to him. After reading the letter sent back by He Xingzhang, he knew that the other party was doing well, so he slowly let go of his heart. .

Seeing my junior brother again this time, I don't know if this temperament has changed because of finding a Taoist companion.

The two sat in the hall for a while, Jiang Yan drank half of the bowl of hot soup, then squeezed the warm fingertips, looked up at Yan Huajing:

"Do you need my help with the things prepared by senior brother?"

Yan Huajing, who was still immersed in the memory, was interrupted by him, stunned for a moment, and curled his mouth: "No, they are all small things that are very troublesome. I can do it by myself."

ha?Did the brother come to their house so early just to deliver some hot soup and delicious food?Jiang Yan held back his stomach full of question marks, and glanced at the pink flower cake in the tray that looked so cute that it made his heart tremble.

Help, he will definitely lick his fingers if he eats this food, but now there are only him and Yan Huajing in the room, he is really embarrassed to do this kind of action that can easily be misunderstood as unhygienic at first glance.

and!No Kleenex here!Only handkerchiefs!If he used a clean handkerchief to wipe his hands, wouldn't he have an extra handkerchief to wash? ? ?Help, he has already saved up four dirty handkerchiefs, and if he puts one in just to wipe his fingers, he will have to use He Xingzhang's clothes to wipe his hands.

Damn, that flower cake feels like a sweet but not greasy explosive snack, he really wants to eat it.

It is estimated that Yan Huajing also felt terribly embarrassed at the moment. He stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, and stood silently for a while with his head bowed before saying: "I'll go back and get ready first, you and junior brother should rest more. .”

My God, Senior Brother Yan is such a kind person who knows how to read the atmosphere!

Jiang Yan didn't say any polite words of "stopping", followed to the corridor outside the house, watched Yan Huajing leave, and then looked up at the white snowy sky in the distance for a while, and his fingers that had just been warmed by half a bowl of hot soup were gone again. become icy cold.

Before he came back, he was indeed a southerner. Even though his body has traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and experienced all kinds of hardships, he still can't help but stop because of the snow scenes that these southerners have rarely seen. daze.

Those memories could not be fully accepted by him, as if separated by a thin layer of plastic wrap, something was still missing, Jiang Yan stretched out his hand, and caught a wet snowflake.

The snowflakes quickly melted on his fingertips, and the snow water slid down his fingers to the depths of his cuffs, making Jiang Yan get goosebumps all over his body. Just as he was about to dry the water stains that had rolled into his warm clothes, It was discovered that someone took the first step to help him finish this matter.

Then he was covered with a thick and soft white fur cloak, with a warm body temperature.

He Xingzhang circled him from behind, didn't speak, and quietly watched the snow with him.

"It has snowed heavily in Youzhou this year. In the past at this time, there was only a thin layer of snow at most." He wrapped Jiang Yanbing's cold fingers, and said in a calm and calm voice, "Ningzhou will probably snow even more. I'll make a snowman with Master, okay?"

"Why do you people who break the distant mountains like making snowmen so much?" Jiang Yan smiled and bumped He Xingzhang's head.

Anyway, after watching the snow with him, He Xingzhang was finally able to bring him back to the warm room with the hearth burning. The eyes are no different from fragile porcelain dolls.

Although Jiang Yan was actually in good health in the past, at least he was a swordsman, and his aptitude was fair, so he had always been alive and kicking around.

If there is no body to feed the gods, no soul to leave the body, Jiang Yan's physique will probably not be much different from his.

Sensing that He Xingzhang's mood was a little off, Jiang Yan turned sideways and squeezed his little finger, then raised his head to He Xingzhang's face and kissed his chin.

"What's the matter? Did you think of something about Chen Zhima rotten millet?"

He had just put on the air of a confidant grandpa listening to his grandson open his heart, and Zi Lao hugged him firmly in his arms, so he had no choice but to get close to He Xingzhang, lying obediently on the man's chest.

"I wish I could have gone earlier then."

He obviously didn't say exactly when he was referring to, but Jiang Yan somehow understood He Xingzhang's meaning. He suddenly raised his head and wanted to say something, but the top of his head hit He Xingzhang's chin, and there was a crisp sound in the air. He heard the sound of a toothache, and He Xingzhang covered his mouth, but still didn't let him go.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!" Jiang Yan was covered in white sweat from fright, and hurriedly raised his hand to hold He Xingzhang's handsome face that was distorted by the pain for inspection.

Fuck it, luckily there was no bleeding, it must have hurt a lot, and he didn't expect that such a low-level drama would happen to him.

Help, in this case, both doctors and poisons are helpless.

He Xingzhang managed to recover from the distorted pain, and the person in his arms was ready to pry his mouth open to see if his teeth were crooked. He pinched Jiang Yan's waist in an angry and funny way, and successfully stopped the ghost from coming again. Weird action.

"I am fine."

"That must be very painful!" Jiang Yan pressed the hand on his waist, lowered his waist and leaned closer to look at He Xingzhang's mouth, "Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt now, really," he touched Jiang Yan's head, "Then did you hurt just now?"

Jiang Yan, who had just suppressed Bai Maohan, realized that his head was also suffering backlash, but maybe his whole body's defenses were focused on his head, the place that was in close contact with He Xingzhang's chin Unscathed.

Maybe even do it again.

He shook his head, not only to answer He Xingzhang but also to refute that strange idea, rubbed He Xingzhang's chin lightly, and picked up the conversation again.

"You were already able to save me from the fire and water by being able to come at that time. Besides, if you had gone earlier, the Patriarch would not have been killed, so he would still chase me and drive Immortal Yanjiang's soul into the world. In my body, it's just a matter of time."

"I don't believe in fate, but I have to admit that everything that people encounter in the dark is arranged in advance, or that there must be a cause and an effect. These things have already happened. If you want to do it again, I will Angry."

Jiang Yan felt that verbal anger was not enough, so he reached out and tapped He Xingzhang's chin, "If I get angry, I will hit your chin again!"

That look is very similar to the little fox who persuaded him to find Tang Hong as a teacher before.

He Xingzhang couldn't hold back, he chuckled, "Okay, disciple, thank you for your teaching!"

That's about it!Jiang Yan curled his lips and reached for the hearth, and a message flew in front of the two of them.

It's from Senior Brother Yan.

"I've done it, let's go."

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Yan Huajing, who had already arrived in front of the house: I don’t want to go in and be abused

Next is Bitingjiang's dungeon!

There have been a few more comments recently, I’m so happy hahahahaha, I caught up with Shi Lezhi when I was chasing variety shows on National Day, so the update is a lot slower, and I will try my best to make up another update this week.