Master, he never speaks

The Jiange was completely closed, except for Mu Ying and Mu Ling, no one else was allowed to step into the Jiange, not even to visit.

Mu Ying couldn't lift her spirits up, and she was afraid that Zhu Hanshuang would be too sad, so she didn't go out to travel anymore, but chose to stay in Jiange and live in Shen Qianche's former small courtyard at night.

Zhu Hanshuang seemed to have lost his soul. During the day, he nestled under the pear tree in a daze. At night, he went back to the house and didn’t go to bed. He just sat on the chair and stared blankly at the moon. He didn’t know what was going on in his mind. No one can guess.

Seeing Zhu Hanshuang's appearance, Mu Ying felt that if this continues, her master will lose her shape!The already thin person is now a sickly beauty, who looks fragile from a distance, and will be blown away by the strong wind.

Mu Ying: "Master!"

So, one morning, after Mu Ying woke up, she rushed over to Jiange. As soon as she opened the door, she found that Zhu Hanshuang was crouching in the rocking chair under the pear tree, still in a daze.

Mu Ying: "Master!"

Mu Ying walked up to Zhu Hanshuang aggressively, she patted the stone table next to Zhu Hanshuang vigorously, before she had time to say anything, Zhu Hanshuang reacted, and he gently pushed Mu Ying's hand away.

Mu Ying: "???!!!"

Mu Ying looked at Zhu Hanshuang suspiciously, and then found that her master was nervous, and touched the stone table lovingly, as if she had patted the stone table.

Mu Ying: "I remember..."

Mu Ying finally remembered that this stone table... was made by Zhu Jixiu, and it was used to make tea and desserts for Zhu Hanshuang.

Mu Ying: "...Hey, this really can't be filmed."

Afterwards, Mu Ying set her target on the innocent flowers and plants next to her. She was just about to strike when she suddenly thought that these innocent flowers and plants were also carefully planted by her junior brother. up.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Ying raised her head and scanned around the Jiange, only to find that almost all the things and layouts in the Jiange were made by Zhu Jixiu himself, whether it was the rocking chair that Zhu Hanshuang was sitting on now, or all over the Jiange. Flowers in the corner...

These are Zhu Jixiu's painstaking efforts, relying on his own hands little by little, to turn the cold Jiange into the present one full of warmth.

Mu Ying: "It's really...hehehe..."

Mu Ying wailed again and again, she sat weakly on the stone chair opposite Zhu Hanshuang, with nowhere to put the negative emotions in her heart, she could only put her arms around her chest, and kept shaking her legs, impatiently.

After a while, Mu Ling also came. When he pushed open the wooden door of the Jiange Pavilion, his hands were a little heavy. Immediately, Mu Ying and Zhu Hanshuang turned their heads over at the same time, staring at him, and said in unison:

Mu Ying: "Take it easy!"

Zhu Hanshuang: "Take it easy."

Mu Ling was stunned for a moment, and his hands were lightened for a moment. He closed the door of the cabin carefully, then sat on the stone chair next to Zhu Hanshuang, and faced Mu Ying face to face. After deliberating for a while, he opened his mouth and said:

Mu Ling: "Han Shuang, I know that Zhu Jixiu's matter makes you very sad, but it's not an option to continue like this. I have a suggestion from my side, do you want to listen to it?"

Hearing this, Zhu Hanshuang glanced at Mu Ling, and didn't really want to hear it. Coupled with what Mu Ling had done before, he didn't have much affection for Mu Ling.

Mu Ying: "Sovereign, what's your suggestion?"

Mu Ling: "Ahem, it's like this. You should know the Wen family in the imperial capital, right? It's the new Wen family that has risen in recent years, which is comparable to the Shen family when it was at its peak."

Mu Ying thought about it carefully, and found out that there is this Wen family, and now the Wen family is also very popular in the imperial court, Mu Ying has heard of it as a princess.

Mu Ling: "There is a young master in their family. He is the most favored in the family, and he is also the most talented. Especially in terms of sword learning, it is not easy. He has his own way of sword at a young age."

Mu Ying listened and listened, no matter how stupid she was, she understood what Mu Ling meant at this moment. She dared to let Zhu Hanshuang accept that little son of Wen's family as his apprentice, and be their new junior brother in Jiange!

Mu Ying: "No! This matter is absolutely not allowed! There are only two of my Mu Ying's juniors, one is Shen Qianche and the other is Zhu Jixiu. I will never accept the others as my junior juniors!"

Mu Ling: "It's not your turn to intervene in this matter! I am the suzerain!"

With a cold face, Mu Ling showed his identity and aura as the suzerain. When he said this, his eyes were fixed on Zhu Hanshuang, as if he was waiting for Zhu Hanshuang's reply.

Mu Ling: "Wen Yunsheng, the young son of the Wen family, is a very good immortal cultivator. Frost, you can't always live in the past. You have to get in touch with new people to forget the past."

Zhu Hanshuang heard what Mu Ling said, his eyes darkened, his pale lips pursed, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Mu Ying: "Enough! Even if you are the suzerain, I will not forgive you if you continue talking!"

Mu Ying never imagined that the suzerain would pick this time, and semi-forced Zhu Hanshuang to accept a new apprentice not long after Zhu Jixiu disappeared. This is simply too absurd and too cruel.

Mu Ling: "Oh, Mu Ying, is this how Zhu Hanshuang teaches you to talk to elders on weekdays?"

Mu Ying: "I..."

Seeing that Mu Ying was not reconciled and wanted to say something, Zhu Hanshuang suddenly raised his hand, blocking Mu Ying's words behind him, his face was calm, and his whole body was a little thinner, and he said lightly:

Zhu Hanshuang: "Enough."

Afterwards, he stood up from the stool and walked into the room. There were already some loose white shirts dangling on his body. When he was about to enter the room, Zhu Hanshuang looked back, his jaw line was sharp, and he said softly:

Zhu Hanshuang: "You guys, go back."

After finishing speaking, as if he was extremely tired, his back, which was always upright, also bent slightly at this time, and he raised his foot and stepped in.

The door of the room was closed, and Mu Ying was not too happy about what Mu Ling said just now, the princess's temper also came up, she stared at Mu Ling for a few seconds, then snorted coquettishly, raised her head, and did not follow Mu Ling saluted, and stepped on his fairy sword and flew away.

Mu Ling: "Oh..."

Mu Ling didn't care about Mu Ying's petty temper, he looked at Zhu Hanshuang's tightly closed door, with deep meaning in his eyes, the matter of accepting new disciples was not up to Zhu Hanshuang to make his own decision.

The person Wen Yunsheng admires the most is Zhu Hanshuang, the number one swordsman in the world.

Mu Ling: "How could it be possible to lose your pawn?"

Mu Ling smiled unhurriedly, and walked out of the Jiange slowly, planning to call Wen Yunsheng to visit the Jiange the day after tomorrow.

Zhu Hanshuang didn't want to accept it, but she had to.

And Mu Ling has plenty of ways to make Zhu Hanshuang willing...

Take Wen Yunsheng as his apprentice.