[Master] Why is a hometown

Yuan Wuxiang lingered in Fengfu Bieyuan for several days, seeing Mu Xinyuan up and down, but he knew that both of them needed time at this moment, so he followed the pattern of getting along in the past and dealt with it calmly.

Mu Xinyuan saw that he didn't seem to be pressing every step of the way anymore, she was slightly relieved, but also felt a little inexplicably lost, and she didn't want to think deeply about what she was avoiding.

——In this way, the atmosphere between the two returned to normal.

On the other hand, Mu Shaoai was watching the excitement, so he took a chance to coax the two of them to go out with sweet words, and called it a lake tour, even the boat was ready.

Mu Xinyuan couldn't help complaining, the family had a change, so how could there be so many thoughts on playing.

Mu Shaoai laughed and said, "Oh, little junior sister, brother Yuan will soon turn his back on the truth, you, the master, should do your best to be a landlord."

He hadn't heard Yuan Wuxiang mention this matter before, and Mu Xinyuan was startled when he heard the news.

Seeing her dazed expression, Mu Shaoai leaned closer and whispered, "Yeah, Junior Sister, it seems that you are a little bit reluctant?"

Mu Xinyuan's expression changed, and she pushed away the unserious senior brother with a look of disgust: "It seems that Nangong Shenyi's secret tricks still can't kill your boring nature."

"Ha, I am warm-hearted."

"You are so idle, why don't you think about how to proceed with the real bet with Su Huan." Mu Xinyuan curled her lips and walked away.

Mu Shaoai took a sip of the hookah, with a half-smile: "Well, the bet is a small matter. Although Bagua Mizongbu is well-known all over the world, it may not win over Pharmacist Wu."

On the other side, Mu Xinyuan went straight to the courtyard where Yuan Wuxiang lived, and saw the silver-clothed Taoist standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, thinking about something, so engrossed that he didn't even notice the white magnolia petals falling on his shoulders.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yuan Wuxiang suddenly came back to his senses, showing a habitual smile: "A Yuan."

"It's rare to see you so preoccupied."

Mu Xinyuan walked to his side, reached out and took the magnolia petals from his shoulder very naturally.

Yuan Wuxiang's eyes moved with her movements, and his expression was extremely gentle: "There are some things that need to be dealt with in the teaching."

"Is that going to leave?" Mu Xinyuan met his eyes, felt a little uncomfortable with his soft eyes, then turned his eyes: "My senior brother Mu Shaoai has prepared a cruise ship just for you." .The spring day in the south of the Yangtze River is the best season for lake tours. I will be the host. Please, the original Taoist priest.”

"Huh?" Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help laughing: "Brother Mu is thoughtful."

Although Leyu Lake is within the territory of Fengshi, the lake area is vast, and local residents often come and go.

Mu Xinyuan told Yuan Wuxiang some anecdotes about the origin of Leyu Lake, then opened the bamboo curtain outside the painting boat, and saw light boats passing by the lake, and in the distance, among the lotus bushes, lotus picking girls were busy.

"The lotus pods should be on the market this spring."

She talked to herself, then turned around, but saw that Yuan Wuxiang sitting opposite seemed to have something wrong.

Although Yuan Wuxiang grew up in Nandaozhen, Nandaozhen has many mountains, unlike the dense water network in the south of the Yangtze River, so he has never been on a boat since he was a child.

Mu Xinyuan looked at his reaction in surprise, considered his words, and asked, "Yuan Wuxiang, are you...seasick?"

"Uh... I just laughed."

Mu Xinyuan couldn't help laughing for a moment, and untied a small and delicate medicine bag from his side and handed it to him: "The scent of Qing Shi Pu will make you feel better."

Yuan Wuxiang covered his mouth with one hand, took the medicine sachet with the other, sniffed the fragrance, it really refreshed his mind and calmed his stomach, the feeling of dizziness and nausea was relieved a lot.

Mu Xinyuan turned to order the boatman to dock.

The pavilion in the middle of the lake was still far away, so the two disembarked at an unnamed island in the middle of the lake.

Yuan Wuxiang stepped onto the luxuriant grass first, and felt that the shoes and socks were slightly wet. He thought that the ground under his feet was covered by lush grass, so he quickly grabbed Mu Xinyuan, who was about to settle down, and held her slender waist gently with his right hand One mention: "Be careful."

Mu Xinyuan landed steadily with his strength, and was surprised that the distance and posture between the two were too close, so she quickly turned and walked to the side.

Yuan Wuxiang withdrew his hand, and quietly put the medicine pouch into his sleeve.

Mu Xinyuan walked forward with Hua Fuliu, and smiled while walking: "I think you are from the south, but I didn't expect you to be seasick."

"Having said that, I've never been in the water."

"Oh?"

"Nan Dao really doesn't have a water network like Jiangnan, and boats are not the main means of transportation. What's more..." Yuan Wuxiang smiled self-deprecatingly: "Besides, I was afraid of water when I was young, and I didn't particularly think about taking a boat when I grew up. "

"Why?" Mu Xinyuan asked casually, but suddenly remembered that Yuan Wuxiang had mentioned that he was rescued from the flood by his master, and felt that he had slipped his words. Suddenly he felt worried, and quietly looked at Yuan Wuxiang's expression.

Yuan Wuxiang was indifferent: "My hometown suffered a disaster, and my parents and family members died in the flood. Maybe this is the reason, so I am a little afraid of water. But after Master enlightened me, I have a correct view on water."

"How?"

"Water is good for all things without fighting. This is the virtue of virtue, and it is also the teaching of my master."

"Sure enough, it's the idea of ​​Taoism." Seeing that he was not hurt, Mu Xinyuan also smiled slightly: "You said that the sect needs to turn around. Is it important?"

"It's not too important." Yuan Wuxiang walked with her between the forest and grass, with a relaxed and calm expression: "The sect wants to promote the next leader, as a young generation, we must participate."

"Is this kind of thing not important?" Mu Xinyuan was a little surprised: "You are among the five heroes of Daozhen, so you must be qualified to compete? Is it really good to be so careless?"

"Ha, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, learning martial arts is not for the purpose of competing for fame."

Such a statement...

Mu Xinyuan turned his face sideways to carefully examine Yuan Wuxiang's demeanor, it was indeed not a fake.

Thinking about it carefully, the man she knew had always been indifferent - it was in line with his master's teachings, such as the profound virtue of water, who is soft and never fights.

As she thought about it, she felt that there seemed to be some emotions surging in her heart, which could not be suppressed.

She thinks she's probably—

"A Yuan?"

Seeing her lost consciousness, Yuan Wuxiang stopped and called out softly.

Mu Xinyuan didn't answer, clenched her slender hands tightly into fists and tucked them into her sleeves.

Mu Shaoai's words resounded in his mind.

"Junior Sister, you are always uncomfortable because you care too much about your physical condition."

"When did my master and I think you were a drag? Thinking so much makes me old."

"Sometimes it's better to let go, be more self-willed, and be happy."

Eye sockets suddenly felt a little wet.

She lowered her head slightly and stood still.

Seeing her appearance, Yuan Wuxiang didn't know why, and worried if she was suffering from a chronic illness, so she got closer: "A Yuan? Are you okay? Why don't you go back by boat? With your medicine bag, I don't think so." Dizzy again..."

Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly.

Because Mu Xinyuan gently took his hand.

He looked down at her hands.

Pale and slender, and trembling slightly - as if, made a big decision.

"Yuan Wuxiang," Mu Xinyuan took a deep breath, but didn't even dare to raise his head, and said in a low voice, "You... I, I have considered the matter you mentioned earlier."

Yuan Wuxiang's mind went blank, and he remembered something slowly, and then he became nervous: "Ah, A Yuan, you...?"

Mu Xinyuan looked up at him quickly: "If you are willing, then... I am willing too."

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned for a moment.

This stunned, is a moment.

He originally thought that he would have to wait for a long time... but he didn't expect it to be so fast, and he was a little at a loss.

It wasn't until Mu Xinyuan was about to let him go, that he held her tightly with his backhand, and his heart was filled with unspeakable joy: "A Yuan, when I go back this time, I will report to the sect."

"……Well."

Regret, relief, and unexplainable joy intertwined in her heart, Mu Xinyuan didn't dare to raise her head anymore, and let Yuan Wuxiang pull her forward.

Maybe it's impulsive, maybe it's willful, but... since it's Yuan Wuxiang, let her be willful.

Her life might be short, but so what?

Do whatever you want without losing the joy of life.

The island was quiet, and Yuan Wuxiang led her forward, her steps were unprecedentedly brisk, and she couldn't help laughing as she walked—hey, this time, I must have been teased by fellow practitioners for a long, long time.

The promotion of Daozhen's new leader is not as everyone guessed, and the flowers are exhausted and the sky is gone.

——Although in the eyes of the disciples, the two of them have the best cultivation, bearing, and character.

In the end, Bei Fangxiu belonged to Ge Xianchuan, and Nan Xiuzhen belonged to Baopuzi.

Although it was not popular, the two parties with the highest voices did not take it seriously, and others had nothing to say.

On the contrary, Yuan Wuxiang shocked everyone with his words.

The popular candidate for Nan Xiuzhen proposed to his predecessor Nanzong Zhangjiao Shidongji that he intends to become a Taoist couple, and begged Dao Pan to allow him to enter the book and preside over the wedding.

Shi Dongji was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is a happy event, Nanzong will take good care of it for you."

Ge Xianchuan and Baopuzi, who had already changed their identities, could not help but smile when they heard the news.

"Yuan Wuxiang, who is your Taoist companion?"

Yuan Wuxiang coughed twice, faced the gossiping gazes of several fellow practitioners, and said with a slight smile, "That's the one you're looking forward to."

"Oh--"

"Hahaha……"

"I knew it!"

Different from other people's teasing, Tired Shoutian congratulated his friend solemnly: "Congratulations."

Yuan Zong Liuxiang was full of noise, teasing and joyful sounds were heard endlessly.

Lingxi Zhixia tugged on Yuan Wuxiang's sleeve, his eyes sparkled: "Senior Brother, it's Sister Mu, right?"

Yuan Wuxiang nodded with a smile, his brows and eyes were gentle: "Yes."

——The onlookers suddenly felt that they had been stuffed with dog food.