I ran away after slag Xianzun

The six eyes met each other, the air was stagnant and silent.

Although this guest house is a bit shabby, it is still spacious.

A case was set up in the middle, and the two sat on the ground, letting loose, without any scruples.

One of them held a leg in his hand, which was shiny with oil.

The two were actually eating wine and drinking meat.

Wu Wang was stunned for a moment.

He also thought that the two of them were doing some shady things.

The anger on his face, which was too late to take back, added a bit of embarrassment.

Jiang Meiqing had a delicate mind, and after being stunned for a moment, she immediately understood that this iceberg seemed to have misunderstood something?

He smiled knowingly and asked: "What is Xianzun doing?"

Gu Jian and Jiang Meiqing were of the same kind, and immediately yelled "Aiya" and pointed to the rickety wooden door.

"The Immortal Venerable must have known that there is something wrong with the door of our inn, so he came here to repair it for us?"

"Oh, it is said that Mu Yunzong's way of hospitality is the best in the cultivation world. I didn't believe it before, but now I have to believe it."

Gu Jian hastily bowed, "Then I will thank the Immortal Venerable."

Wu Wang's face suddenly turned ugly, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and a thin layer of frost was covering his face.

He came to catch rape, but he was regarded as a cultivator?

It's just that Hui Wuwang realized it, what position does he have to catch the adulterer?I'm afraid I'll laugh to death when I say this.

So he stood there without saying a word.

Jiang Meiqing walked up to him in a nonchalant manner, holding a wine glass and shaking it in front of him.

"Xianzun has worked hard, would you like a drink?"

Wu Wang looked at him coldly, and saw that his eyes were blurred and the tails of his eyes were reddish, obviously drunk.

In the middle of the night, drinking here with a man?

Are you still sleeping here later?

His gaze swept across the room slightly. This is a single guest house, and most of them only prepare a single couch, not a double room.

Thinking of this, the layer of frost on his face became thicker.

However, the words that came out were: "Late at night, noisy, disturbing people's rest, the two of you have violated the rules of Mu Yunzong."

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Gu Jian: ...

"Noisy? The Yunkong Temple of the Immortal seems to be quite far away from here. Why did it disturb the Immortal's rest?" Gu Jian teased from the side: "Could the Immortal have ulterior motives?"

Wu Wang glanced at him, "What does it have to do with you?"

Gu Jian smiled, slowly grabbed Jiang Meiqing's hand, and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

Jiang Meiqing looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what he was going to do.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jian just took out his handkerchief from inside his sleeve.

The two of them had just eaten the roasted crane meat from Mu Yunzong, and their hands were covered with grease.

Gu Jian took out Jiang Meiqing's hand, the fingers were really beautiful, the phalanges were well-proportioned and fair, and the skin was delicate.

While helping him wipe the oil stains on his fingers carefully, he stared at Wu Wang provocatively.

This wild man has a mouth harder than a dead duck.

How about not stimulating him?

Sure enough, he looked at Wu Wang even colder, that look almost melted a hole in his body.

Jiang Meiqing frowned, he was keenly aware that something was wrong between the two.

Seems to be competing secretly?

Haven't they met a few times?How did it get on the bar?

The next moment, Wu Wang suddenly pulled him over, and said in a cold voice, "I don't think it's suitable for you to stay here, so as not to disturb other people's dreams."

Jiang Meiqing:?

Before he could say anything, Wu Wang had already grabbed him and walked out.

"Don't tell me Xianzun, let me live in Jipingju?"

It has been in disrepair for many years and overgrown with weeds. God knows how hard it was for Jiang Meiqing that night.

"That's the guesthouse you picked yourself." Wu Wang said with a blank expression.

Jiang Meiqing was speechless, "Isn't it because there is only such a guest house in the Yunkong Temple of the Immortal Venerable."

"Then stay with me."

Jiang Meiqing was stunned for a while, Wuwang's cold voice was blown away by the night wind, and he couldn't hear it clearly, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"what?"

Wuwang repeated coldly: "Stay with me."

Jiang Meiqing: ...

He hooked the corners of his lips, the Immortal Venerable really sacrificed himself in order not to affect other people's rest.

Standing alone in the room, Gu Jian couldn't help laughing so much that she almost bent over.

This man is really—

He thought for a long time, and there was only one word to describe it, dead duck.

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The disciples of Yunkong Temple finished their evening class and were about to go back to rest when they saw the Immortal Venerable coming back with a person.

Uh, isn't that "teacher's wife"?

Everyone stopped to look at it, but they were swept away by Wu Wang's cold glance.

"What are you looking at? Still not asleep?"

The teenagers shrank their heads, not daring to keep their voices silent, and immediately scattered like birds and disappeared without a trace.

Following Wu Wang into the inner room, Jiang Meiqing unceremoniously occupied the bed.

"Since the immortal asked me to come here, I don't want to sleep on the floor."

Wu Wang walked to the other side, where a very narrow low couch was placed.

Jiang Meiqing watched him put down the long sword, and then lay down with his clothes on.

he:? ?

So kind, give him the big bed?

Is this person transgender?

He lay down for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so he asked anxiously: "Xianzun, do you want to come to the bed? Uh, there is still room."

"Need not."

Over there said coldly.

Jiang Meiqing let out a soft "oh", fortunately he is a thick-skinned person, since they wanted to let him go, he went to sleep with peace of mind.

It seemed that some kind of sleeping incense was lit in the room, and the faint fragrance wafted. Jiang Meiqing hadn't had such a peaceful sleep for a long time, and fell asleep very quickly.

On the contrary, it was a certain person, because the low couch was too narrow, he couldn't stretch his body, he was extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't fall asleep after being stiff for a long time.

In the silence of the room, Wu Wang suddenly regained consciousness when he heard the man's soft and steady breathing.

What is he doing?

He actually brought him back?

The clear light from the window came in, and Wu Wu looked at himself in the dark with this light, it seemed that since he met this person, all his behaviors had gone wrong.

One night, some people slept enough, and some did not sleep all night.

The next day, Jiang Meiqing slept soundly and woke up early.

He rubbed the back of his neck, which was a little sore, and gently pushed the door out.

Mu Yunzong lives on the top of the mountain, as if in a place outside the square, with excellent scenery.

After walking a few steps, he saw several teenagers exercising in the morning.

When those people saw him, they all stopped and shouted respectfully: "Master."

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Uh.

This seems to be a misunderstanding.

He yawned and waved his hands, "Morning, children, don't bark, be careful not to hear your immortals, I won't finish with you."

The youngsters said: "No, no one has ever spent the night in the Immortal Venerable's Palace. Since the Mistress lives with the Immortal Venerable, it means that the Immortal Venerable attaches great importance to the Mistress."

Jiang Meiqing:?

He wanted to say, it's too late for you immortals to hate me.

He also felt that the group of children were young, so don't mislead them, so he changed the subject, "Hey, the move you just did was wrong."

"how is this possible?"

The boy who was said was a little angry. This is a matter of schoolwork and cannot be questioned.

"If you don't believe me, try it."

The young man suddenly pulled out his long sword, and pointed at Jiang Meiqing with an endless sword intent.

Jiang Meiqing stepped back with a smile, then took out a folding fan out of nowhere, and brushed it away.

"Clang!" With a sound, the golden fractured fan met the fierce sword edge abruptly, and sparks burst out in no time, and the thick and continuous spiritual power poured into the fan bone, forcing the youthful ice-like blade out of it. Iron filings fell down from the tiny gaps like fine powder, and the silver light shone.

This scene shocked the faces of all the teenagers around.

This, this, this... This person's footsteps are frivolous, he is not a monk, isn't he completely devoid of spiritual power?

Why is spiritual energy so abundant?It actually shattered the black iron sword!

I'm afraid this must be a cultivation level above distraction.

"Clang, Clang, Clang!"

The Xuantie sword finally couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly broke into four or five sections, and sank into the mud under his feet in an instant, the end of which was still vibrating.

The young man who lost his sword lost his strength for a moment, staggered half a step back, and fell to the ground.

He stared at Jiang Meiqing blankly, confused, complicated, and unbelievable.

Jiang Meiqing shook her folding fan lightly, remained motionless, and smiled slightly.

"I didn't use spiritual power."

The teenagers gathered around in surprise, "Then what's going on?"

Jiang Meiqing said: "I just said that the move is wrong and there are flaws, so I used my strength to fight, using his spiritual power."

Can you do this?

Teenagers: ...