Disciple's rebellion

Yue strolled in the atrium, and Gao Cage stood by the flower tree for several hours.

After a long time, when the shadow of the flower tree shrunk to a near circle, Gao Long stepped under the shadow of the flower tree, and slowly knelt on the ground facing a sunken flower root.

Gao Long used his hands to scrape away the soil next to the roots of the tree. When a deep hole appeared, Gao Long withdrew his hand and slowly placed it in front of his abdomen.

At this time, a burst of slow footsteps came.

Gao Long looked back at the person who came, it was Ning Jie.

Ning Jie handed Gao Long a handkerchief and smiled slightly: "It's better to wipe your hands after taking such an important thing."

Gao Long took the handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, even between his fingers.

Gao Long glanced at the handkerchief by the moonlight, and said, "Brother Ning, I will wash this handkerchief and return it to you tomorrow."

Ning Jie smiled faintly: "Yes."

Gao Long carefully put his handkerchief on the upturned tree roots, and carefully took out a wooden sign from his pocket.

Gao Long caressed the wooden sign carefully, and the corners of his eyes gradually turned red.

Ning Jie took out a handkerchief from his pocket again, this time he seemed more cautious than the first time.

Ning Jie glanced at the corner of Gao Long's eyes, and said, "This is Qin Huai's handkerchief."

Gao Long paused.

There is Qinhuai handkerchief here, except for Du Cheng, there is no one else.

But Gao Long did not refuse, but took the handkerchief, carefully wrapped the wooden sign, and then slowly put it into the pit.

After Gao Long closed the soil, a drop of clear tears dripped from his face into the slightly fresh soil.

Gao Long rolled up a smile, and said softly: "There are flowers and trees she leaned against when she was young, and there are sisters she cherishes in her heart. Being in the homeland, I think my Yanyan will be very happy."

Ning Jie quietly looked at the flat soil, and suddenly said: "The reason why people worry about the homeland is because the heart stays here." He raised his eyes to Gao Long, and said: "But Wu Yan's heart is on you."

Gao Long wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "I know, but I can't be so selfish. She turned into that corpse in the second half of her life," he turned his eyes to Ning Jie, although there was a gentle smile on his face. Laughing, but Ning Jie saw it was extremely serious and serious, "I won't give it to anyone, it belongs to me alone."

Hearing the words, Ning Jie conjured up two jugs of wine, one jug was stuffed for Gao Long, and he pulled out the cork from the other jug, and touched the jug in Gao Long's arms with his hand.

Ning Jie didn't say anything, sat on the root of the tree, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Gao Long didn't say much, stood up from the ground, sat aside, opened the wine in his arms, and took a sip.

Facing the moon, the two drank half a pot silently.

Gao Long's alcohol intake is light, and a few touches of red have appeared on his face.

Gao Long slowly shrank back, hugged the jug, tilted his head and smiled at Ning Jie, "Brother Ning, you must be wondering why I saved Du Cheng."

Ning Jie took a sip of the wine, and the strong liquor passed down his throat, making Ning Jie's eyes turn red from the heat.

He said softly: "I can guess. You are guilty."

After Ning Jie finished speaking, he raised his head and took another sip of wine.

Tears welled up on Gao Long's eyelids.

He raised himself up and sat up straight, a layer of mist of tears floated in front of his eyes, creating a vast expanse of whiteness.

With faint tears in his eyes, Gao Long closed his eyes and smiled, and said, "Brother Ning also knows me."

He opened his eyes and glanced at the place where the wooden sign was buried, and said, "I'm feeling guilty." Gao Long quietly sniffed his nose lightly, and continued, "Yanyan's carving skills are very strong. At that time, she relied on carpentry to support her family."

Gao Long couldn't help lowering his head and chuckling.

He stretched out his muddy hands, and said in a choked voice, "I'm the one who is useless, turning my slender hands that were originally playing the piano and carving jade into thick callused barbs!"

Hearing this, Ning Jie put down the jug, looked at Gao Long, and said, "Du Cheng told me that what Wu Yan dislikes the most is playing the piano. She likes engraving jade, and you are the best thing she has engraved for herself in this world." Jade in the rough."

Gao Long's eyes turned red, he raised his head and took a sip of the wine in a muffled voice.

……

When Mi Chen walked under the flower tree, what he saw was such a scene - the two fell asleep with their heads tilted while holding the wine jar.

Mi Chen sighed, walked forward, and performed a cleansing technique on the two of them.

After casting the spell, Mi Chen slightly tilted his cheek, and said to the shadow of the corner: "Gao Cage is handed over to you."

After the words fell, a figure slowly walked out from the shadow, and under the moonlight, Du Cheng's face was illuminated.

Du Cheng bowed to Mi Chen, walked forward, and helped Gao Long who was deeply drunk.

Du Cheng supported Gao Long and stopped when he passed by Mi Chen.

Du Cheng saluted Mi Chen again and said, "Thank you Immortal for saving your life."

Mi Chen nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Seeing that Mi Chen's gaze was on Ning Jie, Du Cheng knew that he should leave.

But regarding today's scene on stage, Du Cheng still couldn't hold back, and said to Mi Chen, "Xianzun, are you..."

Mi Chen shifted his gaze to Du Cheng's face, and said in a cold voice, "Master Du is a smart man, so let him lie in the coffin with you if you don't say it."

Du Cheng pursed his lips.

Of course he knew that he needed to rot in his stomach.

Once the incident happens, it will bring about the subversion of the entire cultivation world.

Mi Chen waved his sleeves slightly, and said coldly: "The Du family has been dishonored for hundreds of years, and the only one who is clean is you. Head Du, you are the patriarch of the Du family, and you know what the consequences will be."

Du Cheng sighed: "Qingdiao naturally knows. But Mr. Ning..."

Mi Chen's eyes froze.

Gao Long suddenly flew from Du Cheng's shoulder into the air, and immediately a blue light flashed in front of Du Cheng's eyes.

In an instant, Du Cheng came back to his senses, Cang Bi had already been pulled out from Mi Chen's back, and was placed around his neck.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the light blue sword light was even more chilling.

As the breeze blew, a strand of black hair appeared at the corner of Du Cheng's temples. Before he could get close to Cangbi, he was torn apart by his sword energy.

Du Cheng naturally sensed the edge of the blade, although he had never seen it before, he knew the sword on his neck, and his kung fu was no less than that of Shura, the head of any of the five sects.

Take his life, just in an instant.

But even so, Du Cheng never blinked.

Mi Chen glanced at Ning Jie, seeing that he was still asleep, so he turned his attention to Du Cheng.

Mi Chen squinted his eyes, and the spiritual power around him formed an oppressive trend.

Du Cheng's body bent suddenly, and cold sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead.

He raised his eyes and said with effort: "Immortal Venerable, the world has never..." Du Cheng gritted his teeth and continued: "There has never been a thing of the best of both worlds."

Mi Chen quickly withdrew his strength.

He put Cang Bi into his bone, turned sideways and said, "Get lost."

With a pull of the spiritual pressure, the suffocation in Du Cheng's chest dissipated.

He bent over to take a breath, then slowly straightened up, concentrating his spiritual power, and rescued the high cage that was suspended in mid-air by Mi Chen with his spiritual power.

Du Cheng took a deep look at Mi Chenyin's side cheek which was hidden in the dark, then bent over to give his last salute, and then helped Gao Long to leave here.

Mi Chen closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, then turned around, walked forward slowly, and pulled out the flagon from Ning Jie's arms.

Although Mi Chen's movement was slight, it still woke Ning Jie up.

Ning Jie opened his eyes, saw that Mi was stunned for a moment, and immediately stretched out his hand.

Mi Chen didn't defend himself against Ning Jie, and he hooked his arm around his waist, and his body fell into Ning Jie's arms along with the force on Ning Jie's arm.

Ning Jie was bumped so lightly by Mi Chen that he fell into the orchid grass.

When Mi Chen heard Ning Jie's muffled hum, he suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously wanted to get up from Ning Jie.

But a half-drunk and half-awake person is especially powerful.

Ning Jie sensed Mi Chen's desire to leave, and immediately held Mi Chen's neck with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around Mi Chen's waist, tightly imprisoning him in his arms.

Ning Jie turned his face to the side, buried it gently in Mi Chen's neck, and called out extremely aggrieved: "Master."

When Mi Chen heard this, dense pain emerged in his heart again.

Mi Chen frowned in discomfort.

He didn't understand why his heart suddenly ached.

Before Mi Chen could think about it, Ning Jie rubbed Mi Chen's neck, slightly increased his voice, and called out in a more aggrieved voice: "Master."

Mi Chen: "..."

In the end it was Mi Shen who was defeated.

The cold immortal sighed softly, and revealed his ice-like hand, gently caressing Ning Jie's head.

Mi Chen said softly: "Ah Jie, what's wrong?"

Ning Jie didn't reply, but hugged Mi Chen even tighter.

The force was a bit heavy, and Mi Chen's slightly loose brows furrowed again.

But Mi Chen has always been very patient with Ning Jie.

Mi Chen stroked Ning Jie with his hand again, and asked softly: "Master is here, why should you be wronged? Tell Master."

This reassurance made Ning Jie's tense emotions slightly exposed.

Tears welled up from the corners of Ning Jie's tightly closed eyes.

Ning Jie whispered hoarsely: "Master, you, can you really stay? Stay, stay with the disciple?"

Mi Chen's body froze suddenly.

The slender finger bones slowly curled up and tightened, and the veins gradually bulged.

At this time, the hairpin that Mi Chen gave Ning Jie slipped due to the force, and Qingsi raised Mi Chen's hand.

Suddenly, the scene changed.

Bai Wei slowly walked towards Ning Jie who was young at that time.

The year-round coldness and the majesty of the superior gave Ning Jie a great sense of oppression.

Ning Jie clenched his hands tightly, barely restraining his trembling hands.He raised his head and met Bai Wei's eyes as cold as ice and snow.

Bai Wei squatted down, raised his hand to pinch Ning Jie's chin, and observed it carefully.

Ning Jie pursed his lips and let him look at him.

Bai Wei sneered, let go of Ning Jie's chin, stood up and said with a flick of his sleeves, "You can't control yourself." After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Ning Jie clenched his hands tightly.

Ning Jie was still young, so excited by Bai Wei, he immediately chased a few steps forward unconvinced.

"Master!"

Bai Wei stopped in his tracks, but he didn't turn around: "I advise you to leave the division by yourself."

Ning Jie ran up to Bai Wei, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He took a few breaths and said, "Master, please give me time."

There was a sneer in Bai Wei's eyes.

He knelt down, looked at Ning Jie and said, "Ning Jie, if your master is an elder other than Qingfeng, I don't even care about your spiritual root. I have a great Liangling, and I don't lack you."

After speaking, Bai Wei stood up again.

Ning Jie clenched the hem of Bai Liang's clothes tightly and stopped Bai Liang's footsteps.

Anger appeared on his face: "Why can't Master!"

Bai Wei was unexpectedly silent for a moment.

After a long time, Bai Wei closed his eyes and said, "Do you feel anything?"

Although Ning Jie didn't know what Bai Liang meant by this move, he followed Bai Liang's example and carefully felt his surroundings.

After a while, Ning Jie opened his eyes and replied, "Flower fragrance, wind."

Bai Wei also slowly opened his eyes, and said to Ning Jie: "Ning Jie, you can plant flowers all over to retain the fragrance of flowers." He slowly leaned over and approached Ning Jie.

Ning Jie seemed to have a premonition, and his face tensed up.

Bai Wei's voice was neither soft nor heavy, but every word was like a heavy stone hitting Ning Jie's heart.

Bai Wei said: "But you can't keep Qingfeng." After finishing speaking, he stood up and returned to the head of the immortal sect who is high above and tolerant of everything. "If you are expelled from Liangling as an adult, you might as well leave here while you don't have any burdens."

Bai Wei didn't need to do anything, he only gently caused the spiritual power in his body to fluctuate, and then sat Ning Jie on the ground.

Ning Jie immediately stood up from the ground and shouted: "I will definitely keep it!"

But this time the white curtain didn't stop at all, and Yu Jian flew directly to Fuge.

Ning Jie looked at the white curtain walking far away, a thick layer of mist floated in his eyes.

But Ning Jie didn't let the tears fall, but raised his head slightly, walked to a vent, and let the tears fade away slowly.

……

"Whoosh."

At this time, it is the middle of spring, the day is not cold, and the night is not hot.

But Mi Chen seemed to feel the gushing magma, and quickly pulled his hand out of Ning Jie's black hair.

But at this moment, the spring breeze seemed to be against the breeze, the moment Mi Chen drew it, the spring breeze rose, and the blue hair on Ning Jie's forehead brushed Mi Chen's hand again.

The scene changed abruptly again.

It was Mi Chen who left the seclusion for a short time, and wanted to find out what spiritual level Ning Jie had cultivated to, and then gave him some guidance, and then prepared for the year of long-term seclusion.

When Mi Chen walked out of the ice room, the warm wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers greeted his nostrils.

Mi Chen was slightly shocked by the scenery in front of him.

The Blue Mountain, which used to have only bluegrass and a few pine trees, is now surrounded by various flowers and trees.

After being dazzled for a while, Mi Chen immediately thought that he was going out to check Ning Jie's cultivation, so he immediately condensed a wave of spiritual power to look for Ning Jie.

At this time, Ning Jie was rolling up his trousers and planting the lotus root of Yinghuolian into the pool.

Mi Chen went to the wooden bridge and watched Ning Jie silently for a while, seeing that he showed no signs of stopping, he said, "Jie'er, are you planting lotus flowers?"

Ning Jie raised his head when he heard Mi Chen's voice.

Under the bright moonlight, the moon-white Ning Jie stood calmly on the arch bridge, like a fine jade, charming the soul.

Ning Jie said in surprise, "Master."

Mi Chen nodded and said, "Come up, the water is cold."

Ning Jie quickly performed a cleansing formula for himself and flew to the bridge.

Ning Jie suddenly saw Mi Chen, and he had a muddy face just now, and suddenly felt a little shy and embarrassed.

He Ai Ai said: "Master, why did the master suddenly leave the customs? The disciples don't know, it's really negligence."

Mi Chen shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that I was worried about you for a moment, so I went out to take a look, and by the way, see what level your spiritual power is."

Ning Jie stretched out his hand obediently, showing the most tender wrist, and asked Mi Chen to check it.

Mi Chen condensed a wave of spiritual power to flow through Ning Jie's body, and realized that Ning Jie had made great progress, so he stopped with satisfaction.

Mi Chen lightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Not bad."

Ning Jie lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

Mi Chen shifted his eyes slightly, looked at the white lotus root exposed in the soil, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to plant lotus root?"

When Ning Jie heard this, his nervous face turned even redder with embarrassment.Although embarrassed, Ning Jie still replied: "I heard that when Master was young, he forgot the time because he was diligent in practicing when he was young. When he came back late at night, he accidentally slipped from the trestle bridge into the water. So... I found some fire lotus, I want to illuminate the way back for Master."

Mi Chen shrank his fingers unconsciously, and then he clenched them tightly.

It seems that if it were not like this, it would be difficult for him to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

Mi Chen took a deep breath and said, "What about the flowers and trees on the blue mountain? Why are there so many planted?"

Ning Jie lowered his head unconsciously.

He said softly: "The master likes all kinds of flowers, and the disciple also... also wants to keep the cool breeze passing by the blue mountain."

A hint of doubt appeared in Mi Chen's eyes: "Liu Feng?"

Ning Jie nodded seriously: "I heard that tall trees can leave behind the breeze that blows through the forest."

Mi Chen said again: "This only needs a magic barrier."

Ning Jie shook his head, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes: "It's too restrictive, and the wind won't hold it back." He raised his head, looked into Mi Chen's eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Master, I want this disciple to let you The breeze stays, and I am willing to stay." His eyes shifted slightly, looking at the flowers, water, plants and trees on the blue mountain, and continued: "Walk freely between the mountains, forests and waters."

……

Complicated emotions appeared in Mi Chen's eyes.

In fact, even if it wasn't because of the wind blowing that he accidentally looked at Ning Jie's memory at this time, he still remembered that spring-filled night, and remembered that face that was still a little immature but showed a mature face.

Mi Chen slowly lowered the hand he was supporting.

He leaned down slightly, let Ning Jie's head rest on his shoulder, and stretched out his arms to embrace him like him.

A tear welled up from the corner of Mi Chen's eyes.

He didn't reply, but slowly increased the strength of his embrace.

The breeze passed through the wooden hairpin lying on the side, and under the moonlight, a low whistle sounded briefly.

——It seems to have returned to Ningjie for Mi Shen.

"I'm here."