Disciple's rebellion

The three-day period will soon come as promised.

Ning Jie fetched a basin of water and put it in Mi Chen's room, pinched his fingers and put a dew-stained peony on the wooden support.

After preparing everything for Mi Chen to wash and groom, Ning Jie took out the boiled medicine from the pharmacy and walked to Gao Long's room.

Ning Jie pushed the door open and entered.

Similar to Du Cheng, Gao Long was also standing by the window, with pale pink peach blossoms in front of him.

The breeze is blowing, the robes are pulled back, and the slender figure is like a slender bamboo, which complements the slender sill window and the water wall, making people feel comfortable.

But Gao Long is not Du Cheng.

Both of them can be said to be living in the memory of Wu Yan now, but Gao Long is not as depressed as Du Cheng.

Except for the heart-piercing emotions when he first saw Du Cheng, his emotions remained above the mild and indifferent attitude towards others during the rest of the time.

Just like at this time, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, he gently stirred the sticky peach gum in the porcelain bowl with a bamboo slice, and from time to time, he took a water bottle and added a little water.

Ning Jie closed the door, walked up to Gao Long and handed him the medicine, saying, "Brother Gao, your injury has not healed yet, so don't be exposed to the wind."

Gao Long put the bamboo slices away, took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

Ning Jie looked down at the peach jelly in the bowl, and said, "Brother Gao, what are you doing with the peach jelly?"

Gao Long put down the medicine bowl, looked at the peach gum in the celadon, and the indifference in his eyes added a bit of warmth.

Gao Long looked at the peach petals that had accidentally floated into the gel, and said softly, "Although Yanyan usually wears a flower crown, there are always black hairs on her temples and forehead, and her forehead and face will turn red..."

At this time, Gao Long would bring peach gum, add some water, and lightly dip some peach gum with a brush to clean up the broken hair on her forehead and temples.

Gao Cage couldn't see his own appearance in the bronze mirror, but he loved looking at Wu Yan's Shuyan in the bronze mirror very much.

Whenever she puts down the pen, she will turn her head, her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

In this way, he can capture the most unspeakable happiness in those smiling eyes.

Ning Jie couldn't help lowering his chin and closing his eyes.

Compared with the immortality and eternal loneliness that Du Cheng gave Wu Yan in the Du Mansion to cultivate immortality, what Gao Cage gave Wu Yan was the most ordinary married life.

——everywhere embodies Gao Long's care and care for her.

Gao Long closed his palms, held the petals into his palms, turned to look at Ning Jie, and said, "Brother Ning, why are you here?"

Ning Jie came back to his senses, and said to Gao Long: "Today Du Cheng invites Phoenix Thorn to compete with Li Phosphate. I'm here to ask you if you want to watch it together."

Gao Long was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he laughed at himself: "Brother Ning, did you let me watch his martial arts competition to show me how embarrassed he is, or," Gao Long curled his fingers unconsciously, "Let me persuade him to cherish life .”

Ning Jie smiled lightly and said, "It depends on your mood, Brother Gao."

Gao Long shook his head: "No matter which one it is, I won't be in a good mood."

Although his spiritual power is not as good as Du Cheng's, he doesn't like to deliberately watch Du Cheng lose.

At the same time, he has neither the ability nor the position to dissuade Du Cheng from changing his mind.

Ning Jie put the medicine bowl on the tray and picked it up, and said to Gao Long, "I'm just here to tell you about it. As for the choice," Ning Jie said indifferently, "That's up to you, Brother Gao."

After Ning Jie finished speaking, he opened the door and left the room.

Ning Jie put the utensils in the pharmacy and went back to Mi Chen's room.

When Ning Jie stepped into the room, Mi Chen was wearing a large outer robe on the screen frame, wearing a slim and slightly wide inner garment, sitting sideways on the black lacquer table beside him, carefully looking at the peonies that Ning Jie placed.

A few strands of his blue hair were wetted by water and stuck unsteadily to his forehead.

At this moment, it would be better for the high-ranking Immortal Venerable to add a bit of youthfulness that he has rarely seen.

Mi Chen heard the voice, looked up at Ning Jie, and said, "I'm back."

Ning Jie hummed softly, then closed the door and walked towards Ning Jie, kneeling half-kneeling, looked up at Mi Chen, and said, "Master, why do you think it took so long?"

Mi Chen gently twisted the stem of the flower, raised his hand slightly, and asked, "I was wondering why you would suddenly give me flowers as a teacher."

Ning Jie blinked, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile, "Master, you don't like it?"

Mi Chen's raised hand was slightly retracted towards his abdomen, and his upper left finger was raised slightly, as if protecting the flower.

Ning Jie naturally noticed Mi Chen's subtle movements, he couldn't help laughing, and said with a light smile: "Master, since this flower was given to you by my disciple, I will never take it back."

Mi Chen paused with his fingers, quickly closed his separated fingers, straightened his body, changed the subject and said, "You haven't answered the teacher's question yet."

Ning Jie dragged on the huh tone lightly, as if he was thinking, but he just put on a show for a short time, not daring to tease Mi Chen anymore, and replied: "Master loves flowers, and this disciple wants to give Master flowers every day." , to make Master happy."

Mi Shen looked down at Mudan, not commenting on Ning Jie's move.

The long silence showed that Mi Momo agreed to Ning Jie's behavior.

Mi Chen stretched out his fingers and touched the petals lightly, with a hint of joy in his icy eyes.

How can you not be happy.

How long, how long has he not seen this bright flower again.

Flowers transformed from spiritual power are only weapons after all, and it is difficult to appreciate them.

Although Ning Jie planted tens of thousands of flowers in the blue mountain, all he could appreciate was the erected roses in the front yard.

He can only look at the rest of the flowers.

But as far as the eye can see, it is the sea of ​​flowers that cannot be fixed.

At this time, the moisture in Mi Chen's hair had been evaporated, and the strands of black hair no longer touched his skin lightly, but loosened and rested on his face.

Ning Jie unconsciously thought of the bowl of peach gum that Gao Long had cooked with great patience in front of the window.

He stared at Mi Chen's face, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously several times.

Ning Jie stood up abruptly.

Mi Chen raised his eyes lightly, and Hu Po's ice eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

Ning Jie hurriedly left a sentence, "Master, wait for me", and hurried out of the room.

Mi was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately.

He just wanted to step up and chase after him, but he didn't know what to think, so he abruptly took his steps back.

Mi stared blankly at the flower in his hand, for a long time, until the juice from the flower stem flowed into the pink nails and flowed into the crevices of the nails, arousing the pain of the old injury, and then Mi Chen came back to his senses.

Mi Chen's expression was slightly restrained, and he focused his eyes on the flowers.

Obviously he is in the body of a near-immortal, and he was originally as light as a breeze, but now it feels like a heavy weight, weighing him down.

Mi Chen sat on the piano table and lightly stroked the flowers with her fingers.

Just when Mi Chen was about to put away the flowers, Ning Jie ran up to him holding some yellowed jelly in a bowl.

Mi Chen stopped his movements, looked at Ning Jie and said, "What is this?"

Ning Jie smiled and frowned, and replied, "Master, it's peach gum."

Mi Chen frowned slightly, and said, "Peach gum?"

Ning Jie replied: "It's what is secreted from the branches of the peach tree."

Mi Chen's brows tightened: "Why are you picking peach gum?"

Ning Jie smiled lightly: "Master, you are optimistic."

As Ning Jie said, he condensed his spiritual power into his palms to speed up the fusion of peach gum and flower petals.

After a while, this piece of peach gum and peach blossoms have been completely fused into an extremely sticky pulp.

Ning Jie took some water and poured it into it to dilute the peach gum close to the water.

Immediately, he took out an unused writing brush from the stationery box on the side and put it in a porcelain bowl to drink peach water.

Afterwards, Ning Jie walked behind Mi Chen, used his spiritual power to condense a wooden vine to form a wooden frame, put the porcelain bowl on it, gently held the blue silk hanging on Mi Chen's face with his hand, and gently stroked it back.

After that, use a brush filled with peach water to carefully paint Mi Chen's hair.

Mi Chen was curious, but he didn't ask, and let Ning Jie move.

After Ning Jie finished, he walked up to Mi Chen and squatted down on the ground again.

He held his head up, looking at Mi Chen's neat bun, the smile on his face deepened.

Mi Chen raised his hand to touch the hair gently, and the hair stuck to it safely and did not fall down again.

Instantly, Mi Chen knew what the peach gum was used for.

Mi Chen looked at Ning Jie's smiling eyes quietly, and said, "Is it stupid?"

They are cultivators of immortality, and they don't need to rack their brains to protect their hair like ordinary people, they only need a little spiritual power to do it.

Ning Jie just smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were even more curved.

Mi Chen then asked, "Why did you suddenly think of making peach gum?"

Ning Jie replied: "Seeing Brother Gao making it, and seeing that Master's hair is light and loose, I want to learn from Brother Gao to make this peach gum."

Having said that, Ning Jie no longer looked into Mi Chen's eyes, but took a step forward and half-climbed on Mi Chen's lap.

Ning Jie's eyes were a little dazed, and he said: "Master, if we were mortals, I would get up early every day to collect the freshest morning dew, pick the first flower that blooms in the wind, and put it on the dressing table with peach gum Come on, wait for the master to get up, and serve the master to wash up."

It may be that the past between Gao Long and Wu Yan is too warm, or it may be due to other reasons.

He had the urge to resist today.

He kept imagining what he and Mi Chen would be like if they were mortals.

Definitely no one is paying attention.

But what's the matter!

He is still Master's disciple, and he will still build a wooden frame in the place where he lives, and let it be covered with Mi Chen's favorite roses.At the same time, it is full of various flowers.

He will be like a high cage, even if he has no spiritual power, he will still guard the human world.

If the master is unwilling to go for a hike, he will bring the most colorful flower when he comes back for the master to admire.

If he didn't go for a hike, he would fetch a basin of clean water and heat it with firewood, and wait for Mi to sink before washing up.

He would choose the most blooming flower in the garden, insert it into a flower pot, and place it in front of the bronze mirror.

In this way, Master looked at the flowers.

And he looked at the master in the mirror with a faint smile on his face.

Mi Chen was silent for a long time, and said, "You and I are destined not to be mortals."

This kind of daily life is destined not to belong to them.

Ning Jie's heartstrings were plucked.

The force was a little heavy, and it made his heart ache.

Ning Jie raised his body abruptly and looked at Mi Chen.

Mi Chen took out the peony that Ning Jie condensed for him, he moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly, the spiritual power on the petals was ripped away.

As the spiritual power dissipated, the freshness of the petals also faded, revealing the meaning of decay.

Mi Chen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said with a firm voice: "Look, Ah Jie, once there is no spiritual power, the flower will wither and you can't keep it. Once the flower loses its freshness, it is worthless to people, just like the day after the rain. Sunny mud."

After receiving possession, it is not joy, but disgust.

Just ask, who doesn't like shiny things.

Ning Jie silently looked into Mi Chen's eyes.

Mi Chen didn't evade either, and looked back at Ning Jie openly.

After a long time, Ning Jie suddenly broke into a smile.

With a smile still on the corner of his mouth, he said: "What Master said is that we will not be mortals after all."

Mi Chen's heart was suddenly stabbed for some reason.

But in order not to make Mi Chen feel uncomfortable, Ning Jie immediately smiled distressed and helpless.

He said: "It's no wonder the master is worried about the disciple, the disciple's ears are so soft, it's really easy to be fooled by monsters and goblins."

Mi Chen's fingers curled up again.

He raised his hand, put the flowers into the spirit bag, and gently stroked Ning Jie's eyebrows with his fingers.

Mi Chen said very seriously: "Ah Jie, Master will protect you in this life."

Ning Jie raised his hand and held Mi Chen's hand instead.

He smiled and said, "Well, the disciple knows."

Master,

Did you find that

Your fantasies, fantasies with disciples,

Is different.

But that's okay,

disciples know

also understand.

Anyway...

Anyway, no matter what, the disciple will always devoutly pick the most colorful flower and hold it in front of you.

Let you soothe your eyebrows.