Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Xiao Xun was uncomfortable staying among the branches. He sat up for a while and then straightened up. His legs dangled and he jumped down. He rummaged through his sleeves and found a food box containing pastries. Switching to the plate, striding towards the flower hall.

Among the people in Qingwu Mountain, only Ye Wanxing and the elder who followed her entered the flower hall, and the rest of the disciples stood outside.Xie Ling came without rush, Ye Wanxing saluted him, and when Xie Ling nodded in return, the two sat down.The older woman beside Ye Wanxing with fine lines around her eyes, but still charming, took a step forward and said, "Mr. Xuesheng, I am waiting to come here this time to say goodbye to Mr. Xuesheng."

Ye Wanxing glanced at Xie Ling, held up the teacup, lowered her eyebrows to hide her expression.

Xie Ling also took a sip of tea, her voice low and cold: "No need."

The elder obviously expected Xie Ling's answer in this way, smiled, and persuaded: "Mr. Xuesheng, in recent years, the Yaotai territory has been expanding from the sea to the land, and the sects on our mainland should all be in advance. Be prepared and take precautions, the marriage of the two factions is the best strategy."

"Although Qingwu Mountain is not as powerful as the Dao of the Human World, it is also well-known in the Jianghu. Xing'er is the lord of the mountain. If the two of you get married, it will be beneficial to both parties. Your status in the Dao of the Human World can be guaranteed. Consolidate..."

"I don't want to say the same thing a second time." Xie Ling interrupted her long speech.

Xie Ling paid little attention to the situation in Jianghu, and he had no intention of paying attention to it. He was just an idle peak leader in the sect. If he wanted to marry or cooperate, he went to find his senior brother with the sword and the nephew of the sect master.Besides, the little girl is not willing to marry, and she is full of generosity.

Xie Ling didn't have a good impression of this Qingwu Mountain Elder, just as Xiao Xun came to the flower hall with some snacks, he got up with a flick of his sleeves, and said, "Xiao Xun, see off the guests."

Xiao Xun paused.

He heard the conversation just now, most of his unhappiness dissipated, and he glanced at Xie Ling several times.He didn't show it on the face, and even gave an "ah" in doubt, then put the pastry on the table, put on a docile expression, and asked Ye Wanxing to ask, "Master Ye Shan, please!" Bar."

Ye Wanxing also got up, lowered her eyebrows, and said softly to the elder, "Uncle Zheng, since Mr. Xuesheng doesn't want to, let's go." His voice was full of disappointment after being rejected.

Xiao Xun said "please" again.The elder looked disappointed, left a sentence "Mr. Wang Xuesheng think about it", held a salute, and followed Xiao Xun out of the flower hall.

When Ye Wanxing was half a step behind her and was about to step up the steps, she secretly turned around and smiled gratefully at Xie Ling.Xie Ling nodded to her.

The disciples of Qingwu Mountain left with these two people, and the disciples of the human world who gathered not far away to listen also dispersed. Those who practiced sword practiced swords, and those who read books, no one talked about it at this time.

The courtyard became quiet, Xie Ling did not go back to the house.He missed the door and left, and went into the nearby woods.

Xiao Xun finished seeing off people, and found Xie Ling after searching for a while, holding the plate of pastries just now in his hand, eating slowly, walked towards him slowly, and called: "Master."

Jingchuan has beautiful mountains and clear waters. It is a scene when viewed from the side, and it is also a view when viewed from the side. Xie Ling was framing the scenery with his eyes, and ignored the man's shout.

"Master, Master." Xiao Xun said again.

"Master, Master, Master—" he drawled his tone.

Qia also came to Xie Ling's side.This day the wind in the mountains seemed to never stop, Xie Ling's clothes were flying in the air, Xiao Xun changed his hand to hold the dessert plate, and grabbed a ribbon on Xie Ling's clothes that was blown in front of him.

Xie Ling turned her head to go over, fished out the clothes, and said with disgust: "Have you wiped your hands?"

Xiao Xun replied, "No, Master."

Xie Ling raised her eyebrows.

He carefully looked at Xiao Xun's expression.This man was still looking unhappy just now, but now the cloudy weather has turned sunny, and he has returned to his usual lazy and salty tone, making people unable to resist pouring a ladle of water on him to see if he can stand up and straighten out.

Just don't want him to add a teacher to him?It's really hard to guess the minds of adolescents.Xie Ling shook her head secretly.

Xie Ling let go, the sash was blown up again, Xiao Xun grabbed it again.Xie Ling no longer cared about him, changed direction, and continued to "frame" the scene.

Xiao Xun put away the dessert plate, performed a cleansing technique on himself, and wrapped Xie Ling's clothes around his hands inch by inch.After a while, his index finger and middle finger were completely covered by the belt, so he pulled it away, smoothed it out little by little, and repeated the previous action.

After playing like this for about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Xun raised his gaze, looked at the opposite mountain forest, and sighed: "Master, tomorrow is the Donghua Banquet."

"Yeah." Xie Ling should be casual.

Xiao Xun sighed louder than before: "I'm a little nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" Xie Lingqi asked.This person has never been nervous when fighting against the seniors in the Quiet Realm with his normal body, but now he is nervous?

Xiao Xun heard the suspicion in Xie Ling's words, and looked up at Chang Tian: "Nervous for no reason."

Xie Ling: "..."

Xie Ling regarded this as a young man's coquettishness, glanced at him, slapped his paws off, and pointed at the open space not far away with his jaw: "Then go practice swords."

"Oh." Xiao Xun replied in a low voice, drooping his shoulders, with reluctance written all over his body, but he still drew out his iron sword in the end.

Xie Ling watched him walk over, his eyes resting on his sword for a while, thoughtful.

The young man started to practice his sword, the sword flower was about to fly out, Xie Ling left quietly without disturbing him.

This afternoon, some sects came to visit the inn, but Xie Ling refused to see them one by one.In the evening, Xiao Xun brought the food from the mountain and came to find him for dinner.

Xie Ling originally planned to change into Chen He's identity and go to the bamboo hut when the night was getting darker. He would go to the Donghua banquet with Yue Jiugui tomorrow, but he didn't know that the door of his main house was locked at the end of Xu hour just as the water clock fell. Push open a seam.

A head pokes in.

The head first glanced to the left and right, then looked at Xie Ling behind the desk and smiled, and the whole person squeezed in.

It's Xiao Xun.Her silver hair was scattered behind her, which was three points better than the moonlight outside the window.Xie Ling was confused by his thief-like expression, pursed her lips deliberately, and asked with a straight face: "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Xun came to him: "Master, I'm nervous."

Xie Ling raised her eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

Xiao Xun rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Master, I want to stay with you tonight."

Xie Ling: "..."

Xie Ling had a plan of her own, how could she agree to it?He said coldly: "There are so many fellow practitioners here, why don't you go to them, why are you looking for me?"

Xiao Xun didn't seem to understand the meaning of chasing guests in Xie Ling's words, he leaned over to the desk, sat next to Xie Ling like he did in Hefeng in the past, stretched out his book.

He was the one who lit the lamps in Xie Ling's house. The incense stick that was lit when he left earlier had been burned out, but there was still a lingering fragrance left.The sandalwood fragrance mixed with the breath of pear blossom is light and quiet.Xiao Xun's nose fluttered, he took a few sniffs, and tilted his head to see Xie Ling.

Xie Ling's gaze returned to the book, even though his face was tense, but under the dim yellow candlelight, it was more or less soft.The candle flames were dancing, light and darkness were exchanging, the line of Xie Ling's neck undulated and twisted, turning into the shadow of the collar.Xiao Xun looked at it, and suddenly his mouth felt a little dry.He blinked, continued the previous words, and said, "Because... I like Master."

These words are very light, as light as a feather, even if you stretch out your hand to catch it, it is difficult to feel the weight.Xie Ling didn't take this to heart, and secretly said that his son could not ignore it after all, put aside the previous plan, and said to him: "It's up to you."

"Thank you, Master." Xiao Xun should be obedient.

He leaned back in his chair and read a book with Xie Ling.He estimated the time, and after about half an hour, he said to Xie Ling in a slow tone: "Master, I'm sleepy."

Xie Ling: "Go to bed when you're sleepy."

"Oh." Xiao Xun glanced at Xie Ling again and again, put down the book, moved the chair, and got up, "Master also rest early."

Xie Ling responded with a "hmm".

His demeanor was casual and nonchalant.Xiao Xun knew that the "hmm" just meant "I heard", so he couldn't persuade him, so he walked into the inner room alone, changed into pajamas several times, and lay down on the bed.

The bed is spacious, with two pillows side by side, Xiao Xun first rolled on the pillow that Xie Ling slept on, then lifted the quilt next to him, and slammed himself from head to toe.

He was afraid that Xie Ling outside would notice his rapid heartbeat.

There are insects singing outside the window, and the song sings up and down.Xia Ye's breath was so strong, but it was not as strong as the smell of Xie Ling around him. Xiao Xun forced himself to adjust his breathing, and after a while, he finally calmed down.

It's so embarrassing.At any rate, he was once a practitioner of the World Traveling Realm.Xiao Xun said secretly, lifted the quilt, and stared at the lamp hanging beside the bed—it was the lamp with carved wolves that he gave to Xie Ling.

Tick, tick.

The water clock is ringing.A figure opened the curtain and came to the inner room, slowly approaching the bed.He held two swords in his hand, one long and the other short, which happened to be divided into left and right hands.

Before the two swords were unsheathed, they felt cold, like ice suddenly appearing in a summer night.

There is no one who practiced martial arts who would not fall in love with good weapons. Xiao Xun sat up slowly, his eyes were shining, he looked at the sword, and then at Xie Ling.He understood Xie Ling's intentions, but it didn't prevent him from pretending to be very puzzled, and asked Xie Ling to say it himself.

"What is Master doing?" Xiao Xun asked.

Xie Ling threw the sword into Xiao Xun's arms: "Don't you still have a sword?" After speaking, he walked to the screen beside him and took off his plain coat.

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