Xianjun, please calm down

Venerable Chongyuan sat down, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, nodded and said, "That's right, I don't think you have such a skill, Ji Xia."

Da Zhuang flipped his hands, took out a jar of wine, and said with a smile: "Master, Xianjun and I found this in the ancient Da Neng Cave Mansion in Xiaoyue Secret Realm, and kept it until Master came out. Take it to honor the master."

Venerable Chongyuan regained his spirit and said, "Come, come, have a taste."

Da Zhuang opened the seal, poured some into his respective wine bowls, and said with a warm smile, "Master, try this wine, how good is it?"

Venerable Chongyuan took a sip, his eyes lit up, and praised: "Good!"

Both Yu Changqing and Master Qingyang knew that Venerable Chongyuan was fond of wine, so they were very happy to see him happy.

It was also the first time Master Qingyang ate dishes made by Da Zhuang, and he was full of praise. Yu Changqing was so proud that he didn't even feel bad about being divided.

During the banquet, Venerable Chongyuan said to Master Qingyang solemnly: "Ji Xia is Changqing's Taoist companion, and he dotes on his wife too much. If Changqing can't be wronged, you are different. You are a nobody. Your younger brother Yu You have an independent personality, and you can't eat it normally, so take this opportunity to eat more."

Master Qingyang nodded earnestly. Indeed, Ji Xia has been in the sect for many years, and his younger brother has been eating alone, and has never called him, which is very dishonest.

Yu Changqing didn't change his face, obviously he felt that this evaluation was very pertinent.

Da Zhuang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and gave a dry laugh. His Xianjun did protect the food a little bit, but it was only a little bit, it didn't hurt, the Xianjun was still perfect.

After a meal, Venerable Chongyuan put a lot of wine jars in his storage ring, and left contentedly.

A cultivator does not eat five grains, he has practiced for many years, he is already used to the days of eating wind and drinking dew, and he is obsessed with swords, and has never thought of satisfying his appetite, it is strange to eat at the same table with his apprentice like this It's fresh, and I feel that I'm much closer to my disciples, which is very good.

Daoist Qingyang was slightly drunk, and returned to the main peak with his flying sword. When his junior woke up, it was a return to him. The master broke through the Mahayana and left the closed door. He promised not to retreat for a hundred years, and there will be more time between the master and the apprentice Getting along is good news for him, and Liu Feng is also in his yard...

Forget about Liufeng, this guy is not a good pavilion master, he comes here to eat free food every now and then, he is tired of it, hehe...

In short, I am in a good mood.

The masters and senior brothers all left, and Da Zhuang went to clean up the kitchen. Yu Changqing didn't want to watch outside, so he followed in. Just as he was about to help with something, Da Zhuang yelled, "Don't come in!"

Venerable Hanyang, who made the demons fearful and had reached the Mahayana stage, was taken aback, and walked out of the kitchen in two steps, with a haughty face and no sound.

After Da Zhuang roared, he immediately regretted it. Seeing his own fairy who was stern and silent, he was so distressed that he hurried out and coaxed: "I don't want to kill you, but you don't want to work, I Be nice to you."

He pulled Yu Changqing by the collar, pulled him down a little, kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice, "Go and sit over there."

Yu Changqing pursed his lips, turned around silently and walked back to the table, raised his hand and released his imperial recliner and sat on it, rocking gently.

Brother Zhuang never yelled at him so loudly before, but now he treats him so badly, it must be because he has become ugly now. Brother Zhuang has always loved beauty, and he is very kind to beautiful people, but now he has become ugly Yes, although Brother Zhuang has him in his heart, he has become a lot more aggressive unconsciously. Alas, he has only woken up for two days, and the freshness has not yet passed.

The white-haired fairy sighed leisurely, looked at the white hair hanging on his chest, and brushed them behind him in disgust, worried about his future.

He didn't care about the appearance of the skin, but he has a Taoist partner who loves beauty, so he is really worried.

Da Zhuang packed up and walked under the tree. Seeing that his fairy seemed to be falling asleep, he couldn't help but smiled, squatted down in front of him, stared blankly at his face, looked at him, and then fell asleep again. Laughed silently.

It's great to be alive.

Yu Changqing opened one eye, just in time to see him laughing, and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

The smile on Da Zhuang's face was still there, and he said softly, "I'm glad to see you."

But Yu Changqing hummed, stood up, put away his baby recliner, and walked towards the cave.

Da Zhuang chased after him and said, "Xianjun, why are you unhappy?"

Yu Changqing lowered her long eyelashes and glanced at him, then continued walking.

Da Zhuang persistently chased him and said, "Because I yelled at you just now? I really didn't mean it, but I didn't control my voice well."

Yu Changqing stopped in his tracks and looked at Da Zhuang quietly. The breeze lifted his long snow-white hair from the sideburns and fluttered gently between them.

Da Zhuang blinked his eyes, Xianjun's eyes like ink and smoke cages were a little melancholy, and under the trembling of the long eyelashes, people's hearts were almost melted. Brother Zhuang expressed that he was a little bit unbearable when he looked at each other at such a close distance. live.

Yu Changqing sighed lightly, and said quietly, "Am I really ugly now?"

Da Zhuang suddenly woke up from the beauty, his eyes widened and he said: "Who said that?! Who said you are ugly?"

Yu Changqing sighed again, turned around and walked into the cave again.

Da Zhuang grabbed him, stared at him and said, "Is that why you're unhappy?"

Yu Changqing looked far away, and said in a melancholy voice: "You have always loved the color of skin, but now I have full hair, and my appearance is ruined."

Da Zhuang held on to him, his voice stuttered with excitement: "You... you, you, you... make an ice mirror and come out, right now!"

Yu Changqing glanced at him, flicked his sleeves, and an ice mirror condensed, but he turned his head away.

Da Zhuang held his face, twisted him back forcibly, faced the mirror, and admired all over his eyes: "Look, Xianjun, there is no one in this world who is more suitable for white than you. If someone else has young hair, maybe he will become white." You don’t look good, but you are different, you look even better than before, anyone who dares to say that your appearance is ruined, I will beat him to death with my own hands.”

Yu Changqing glanced at the mirror, then looked down at him.

Da Zhuang looked back seriously, and said sincerely: "Xianjun, don't say that your appearance has never been destroyed. Even if you really become unattractive, you will always be the most beautiful Xianjun in my heart. You are the best!" The look of you is already engraved in my heart, I will never forget the shock when I saw you for the first time, in my heart, no one can compare with you."

Yu Changqing turned pale, pulled his hand and said, "Nonsense, I was covered in blood and mud at that time, and I was never in a mess."

Da Zhuang raised a finger and shook it gently: "No, no, no, you are wrong, you have never been embarrassed, because in my eyes, you are always the best."

He looked at Yu Changqing obsessively, and sighed softly: "Xianjun, I really like you."

Yu Changqing coughed lightly, pressed the corners of her lips, grabbed Da Zhuang's hand and said, "Well, let's go back."

Da Zhuang said: "Why?"

Yu Changqing's footsteps became much lighter: "Today is bright and clear, suitable for cultivation."

Da Zhuang smiled and followed quickly, he suddenly remembered something, and said a little shyly: "Xianjun, do you still count what you said before?"

Yu Changqing said, "What?"

Da Zhuang followed him step by step, and said with little confidence: "After the victory... allow me... to cough once..."

"...Aren't you unwilling?"

"I will now."

"Hmph, each according to his own ability."

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The return of Hanyang is an exciting event for Xiujie. At first, many people did not believe it, but after Yu Changqing made a public appearance at the Fengyun Meeting of Xiujie, people finally believed it. For a while, Thousands of practitioners rejoice together.

After all, the threat of the demons is still there, and the existence of a Mahayana cultivator, like the magic needle of Dinghai, can make people feel at ease.

Not long after the news of Han Yang's return spread, there was a new movement from the Demon Race.

The demon palace ushered in the demon king's catastrophe, and all the demons were amazed. After all, Yan Meng, the highest cultivation in the demon palace, has not yet reached the middle stage of the demon emperor, and it is impossible to overcome the demon king's catastrophe in a short time. When it was revealed, Yan Cang, who had disappeared for many years and was thought to be dead by everyone, broke through the barrier.

He achieved the Demon Venerable Realm, and as soon as he left the customs, he beheaded Yan Meng and his loyal loyalists, quickly gathered the forces that belonged to him, and acted more vigorously and ruthlessly than before.

For a while, everyone in the demon clan was in danger. In less than three years, except for the two demon emperors who took the initiative to join Yan Cang's command because of the wrong direction of the wind, the rest were all killed by Yan Cang. In a short period of time, Yan Cang Then he wiped out the Demon Realm and successfully sat on the position of the Demon Lord. The Demon Realm was unified again after just a dozen years of division.

The news spread back to the Qianyuan Continent, and the cultivators discussed it a lot. Just when they felt that this person was a threat after all, Yan Cang sent out the order of the Demon Lord: As long as the Hanyang is still there, the demons will never move a single soldier.

The eyes of all the cultivators immediately gathered at Gui Yuanzong, hoping that Yu Changqing's aptitude would suddenly become dull, that his cultivation base would be more normal, and that he would not advance as fast as before, so that they would have more time to recuperate and cultivate newcomers.

Master Qingyang sneered: Heh, Junior Brother Yu wants to suppress his cultivation and wait for Ji Xia to ascend together. What kind of cultivation is Ji Xia?For the rest of his life, Yan Cang should not even try to move.

Da Zhuang can forget about these things, but what he is worried about now is another matter.

The fairy of his family seems to be very concerned about the gray hair. Although he never shows it in his usual words, it is very obvious that he has never let him touch his hair.

Alas, why Xianjun just doesn’t understand, he doesn’t like him because he loves beauty, but because he likes him, he loves beauty so much, and how can Xianjun believe that his white hair is really beautiful Well, that's the truth and not consolation.

For this problem, Brother Zhuang decided to fight poison with poison. The more Xianjun forbids to touch his hair, the more he will touch it. When he touches it, Xianjun will be numb. If he is numb, he will not care too much about hair. Anyway, he has It took a long time to prove that no matter what Xianjun becomes, he likes it.

So, every morning in their cave, there would be such disputes:

"Don't go, Xianjun! I'll tie your hair!"

"No! You go away!"

"I combed it well, you sit down."

"I won't sit!"

"Sit down!"

"I do not!"

"..."