I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

This oil-paper umbrella has no patterns, it is light yellow, and the ribs are very simple. There seems to be something engraved along the ribs, but it is blurred due to age.

Wen Yan remembered the pair of pearl earrings dangling gently on his mother's earlobe, looking up at the bumpy road ahead and the towering Lengyue Peak, snowflakes fluttered and fascinated his eyes.

The hexagonal icicles melted coolly between his eyebrows and cheeks, and the north wind howled past, Wen Yan suddenly felt a little cold.

He rarely feels cold.

He grew up in the south and rarely saw snow. Even if he traveled to the north sometimes, he rarely saw such a raging snowstorm.All the surrounding vegetation was blown to pieces, and the thick snow even crushed the old tall trees. Occasionally, there would be a few young cultivators running past in defensive barriers on the road, their clothes and long hair were blown messy, looking like Very embarrassing.

Speaking of which, Wen Yan's hair has also grown, although Gu Jianhan has cut him several times in the past six months, it is now shoulder length.

Holding an umbrella, he walked silently in the snow, listening to the muffled sound of thick boots stepping into the thick snow, only the ends of his hair and the hem of his clothes were gently brushing.

"Mother will protect you from the wind and rain."

He never forgot what Zhong Kezhu said to him in the illusion.That kind of deep love is too extravagant for him, except on TV and entertainment news, he can't see her several times a year.

He can't even see her in the illusion and the real her as the same person, or how far the illusion is from reality, he doesn't know.

If he went back, he didn't know whether it was the mother in the illusion waiting for him, or the busy and indifferent mother.

Wen Yan received this protection, this kindness, but he didn't even know who to repay.More than anyone else, he hopes that the phantom that loves him is his mother, but he has expected this way too many times in his life, but when he really gets what he wants—never once.

He was thinking about things today, so he didn't use the teleportation talisman, and walked towards the top of Lengyue Peak step by step.In a vast expanse of white snow, he saw another person with white hair and a white robe, covered in downy snow.

"Xiao Yan."

It's Dong Zhixue.

"Master Dong." Wen Yan smiled standardly at him, then bowed his umbrella and saluted him.

"Why are you so polite between us, since you are Jian Han's beloved apprentice, you are also my beloved nephew."

"Etiquette cannot be broken."

Dong Zhixue pressed his fist to his lips, and looked at him quietly while holding the Fengxue dark plum oiled paper umbrella.

It's only been half a year, but his cultivation base has grown so fast, and his temperament is much more mature than before. He doesn't seem to be so carefree, and he is already a reliable cultivator, not a child who can be rounded and flattened at will.

Can be a big job.

Dong Zhixue smiled lightly, and when Chao Wenyan came over, her footsteps did not stop at all, and she did not rely on magic tools to get here, which shows her profound skills.

"Did Zhao Ke change anything these days?"

He stopped a step away from Wen Yan, raised his eyes and asked softly.Only Wen Yan can hear this distance, and more are lost in the whistling wind and snow.

"The correspondence with the Demon Realm has increased, but they are all insignificant things. They are mostly about how he was aggrieved in Leng Yuefeng, how Gu Jianhan lost control, and hoped to return to the Demon Palace as soon as possible."

"The reply letter from the Demon Palace is also very simple. It is nothing more than comforting him, stabilizing his heart, and then continuing to make him willingly go undercover."

Wen Yan learned some sneaky tricks from Dong Zhixue, all of which were aimed at Zhao Ke.For example, stop the carrier pigeons or sound transmission charms between Lengyue Peak and the magic palace, and then forge various handwriting and timbre to deliver wrong messages.

For example, changing the letter sent by Zhao Ke to say things are going well, Gu Jianhan is stupid and obedient, and changing the letter sent by the Demon Palace to being impatient with him, hoping that he will be wise and less nonsense, both paralyzed On the other side of the magic palace, it also had the effect of separating the two sides.

It's just to grasp the speed, and the effect is very slow. With Zhao Ke's loyalty and obsession with the Demon Lord, that little impatience is far from enough to drive them apart, and it's not bad just to hit him.

At least Dong Zhixue was satisfied.

"well-done."

Dong Zhixue has a typical baby face, and when he smiles, he is the so-called cute type. Although he has the word Donghexue in his name, he is not afraid of the cold, and he does not appear to be the frosty type.

In the past six months, the relationship between Wen Yan and him has eased, and I have to say that it is really comfortable to get along with him when he is not putting on airs.He has always paid attention to clear rewards and punishments when managing his sect. Wen Yan's work for him is indispensable, and his attitude towards Wen Yan is getting better and better. Although Wen Yan always refuses repeatedly in the end, Luoxing Pavilion is still full of all kinds of strange fragrance Different poisons and novelties from all over the Three Realms.

Today is different from before.

"My lord has raised a lot of spiritual lambs in Luoxue Zhai. These days are the time to produce milk. The milk of spiritual goats is very beneficial to the body, and it is also very beneficial to cultivation. If you want to drink or Jianhan wants to drink, you can drink it at any time. You can come and get it."

Wen Yan showed his face and smiled, not revealing anything: "Thank you for the reward, Sect Leader."

Dong Zhixue waved her hand casually, and went down the mountain gracefully.

Since he reached the late stage of Nascent Soul, Dong Zhixue's subconsciously exposed seventh-level wind-type spiritual force had little impact on him, almost negligible.

He stood there for a while, and suddenly felt that he missed his master very much, so he pulled out a fifth-order teleportation talisman from his sleeve, and returned to Luoxing Pavilion covered in snow the next moment.

He stood under the eaves shaking off the remaining snow on the umbrella, brushed off the corner of his robe and was about to enter the Cold Moon Barrier, but when he turned around, he saw the door was wide open, Gu Jianhan was standing at the door with his black hair loose, wearing only his underwear and barefoot, There seemed to be some gloomy eyes between her brows and eyes, and she looked at him very unhappy.

"Master, why don't you run around without shoes?!"

Wen Yan still likes to be surprised.

He put the oil-paper umbrella on the small sandalwood table at the entrance, took off the cold white velvet crane cloak and outer robe and hung them on the small bamboo pieces nailed in with his own hands, and after confirming that there was no cold on his body, he threw himself on Gu Jianhan and hugged him stand up.

"I'm going to catch a cold. I've been coughing badly recently, so why don't you pay attention?"

"Why do you smell of Zhixue?"

Gu Jianhan seemed to have just woken up, his voice was still slightly hoarse, but at this moment it was unbearably cold.

It had been a long time since he had spoken to Wen Yan like this.

Wen Yan didn't react for a while, but instead froze in place, looking like he was caught and frightened.

But what he was actually thinking in his heart was, why is Gu Jianhan so familiar with Dong Zhixue's taste?

And called so affectionately.

"Wen Yan." Gu Jianhan frowned deeply, his expression was very painful and sad, "I am talking to you, can't you hear me?"

Wen Yan looked at Gu Jianhan's expression and knew it was terrible, he couldn't be coaxed, so he couldn't care less about secretly poking jealousy.

"Just now, I met the head of the house on the road, and I talked to him for a while. The wind and snow were raging outside, and I couldn't hear clearly from a distance, so I got closer. Maybe I accidentally touched it at that time."

He carried Gu Jianhan to the couch, found him a pair of stockings, knelt down and put them on carefully for him.

"The soles of the feet are so cold, but they are already much better than last month. It is indeed effective to insist on drinking nectar milk. This month, we will try to take it together with the dispelling cold pill to see how it works."

Gu Jianhan let him play around without a trace of resistance, but there was still a faint melancholy between his brows and eyes, and he still frowned when he looked at Wen Yan.

"Zhixue treats you better and better."

Wen Yan knew what he was referring to. He never avoided Gu Jianhan with the things that Dong Zhixue gave him. Some things were very interesting, such as the straw windmill. He even put it directly by the window lattice of their bedroom. Too much to cover up.

In his heart, the reason why Dong Zhixue gave him good looks was only because he was Gu Jianhan's beloved disciple, and the reason why he gave him so many "rewards" was only because he was useful.

However, this value cannot be discussed with Gu Jianhan for the time being.Dong Zhixue said that Gu Jianhan usually looks down on people who make small moves secretly, not to mention that they are targeting his apprentices.

"Master, are you jealous?"

Wen Yan sat down next to him, pulled him into his arms easily, and gently rubbed his head against his head: "Why is anyone's jealous, is Master a little jealous?"

"You are always away from home for a while in the afternoon, and when you leave, you still use the seventh-order teleportation talisman I gave you, deliberately hiding it from me."

As Gu Jianhan spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and finally he even choked up slightly, and kicked Wen Yan angrily.

Not heavy, but very wronged.

Only then did Wen Yan realize that Gu Jianhan had already discovered it, but he didn't say it, and wanted to wait for himself to say it.

But he was unaware of his anticipation.

And it made him so sad.

"Zhixue's lambs are all cute, right? They're fluffy and chubby, and they even bite people's fingers very affectionately, aren't they?"

"Is Luo Xuezhai beautiful? Is his inscription better than mine? If you go tomorrow, remember—"

"Master!"

"Remember to ask him for me, what kind of incense is he wearing today, it smells so good."

"Master, your head is confused, have you not woken up yet?" Wen Yan got on the couch, half dragged him up, and let him sit facing her, and tied him to the wrong shade. Buckle one by one to untie the heavy tie.

"cold……"

Wen Yan stared at him for a while, and was defeated without any surprise.

So he turned the man around, wrapped him in his arms, and continued his great business of buttoning his buttons.

"I haven't been to Luoxue Zhai, nor have I seen the flock of sheep, and I don't know what kind of incense the master is talking about. The master is too accusatory for people, and I don't listen to people's explanation."

Wen Yan was a little angry, but more of a self-blame, regretting that he didn't give him enough sense of security and put him in such a stressful state.

"The person I go to see after dinner every day, Shizun, should also know him. He is known as the real Jiekong, that is, the gluttonous fairy." He still chose to confess.

"It's all empty..."

Gu Jianhan hadn't heard of this name for a long time.