This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

"What did you dream about in the cave?"

Feng Wujing smiled slyly, the sunlight fell on the sharp browbones of the young man, casting brilliant shadows.

Gu Langqing's hair was gilded by the sun, he raised his eyes: "It's nothing."

A burst of light fragrance brushed the tip of his nose, Gu Langqing rolled up his sleeves in the cool air, and strode away.

Feng Wujing followed up and grabbed Gu Langqing's wrist: "Nothing?"

Being dragged to a halt, Gu Langqing turned her head, her tone stagnant and stiff: "Gu Yan'an, let go."

Feng Wujing smiled obediently, and slowly loosened his fingertips.

Gu Langqing took a deep breath, and his chest heaved slightly: "Spider spirits can penetrate into the heart. We acted as Taoist companions, and she turned into your appearance, just trying to disturb my mind."

Feng Wujing was thoughtful.

For some reason, the same fragment of the spider spirit vaguely appeared in his memory. There was also a dream in his memory, and the spider spirit in the dream also transformed into Gu Langqing's appearance to seduce him.

But Feng Wujing knew himself well, even in the past, it was absolutely impossible for him to really have any feelings for Gu Langqing, the most likely one - that is, the relationship between a bed partner, a confinement, and a pet.

That being the case, there are too many "people who are deeply pressed in my heart" in the mouth of the spider.

That is, the spider spirit is not strong enough, and when it encounters the Supreme Immortal Demon, its magic power will be invalid.

After thinking it through, the strange feeling in Feng Wujing's heart disappeared immediately.

"Master played well. Not only did he fool the spider spirit, I almost thought we were a couple."

Gu Langqing was stunned for a moment: "You are my apprentice, so I should have saved you."

Feng Wujing raised his eyebrows, and teased casually: "But I watched, when I stared at Miss A Rong's necklace, Master's eyes were almost on fire."

There was no reply for a while, Feng Wujing raised his eyes, and Gu Langqing squeezed out a sentence: "You read it wrong."

The scorching sun was hanging in the sky, and the white-clothed fairy walked away with a flick of his sleeves, his back as straight as a crane fell into the corridor of overlapping vines, and walked out of the small village where they had lived together for many days.

Feng Wujing muttered something interesting in his heart, and stepped up to catch up with the man.

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Jiangnan is full of people, the bustling streets and alleys are full of twists and turns, and the lanterns are neatly hung at the door of the shop. The faintly burning flames sway in the wind, and the strong aroma of wine in the shop overflows the long street.

The restaurant is crowded with people, the servants greet the diners in a hurry, running back and forth between the second floor and the first floor, coming and going in a hurry like the wind.

Finally, the boy stopped, lifted his oil-stained blue sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his head, and said with an apologetic smile, "My lords, I'm really sorry, the last portion of the crab-meal steamed buns has just been sold." How about...you can order something else?"

The young man in white on one side sat upright on the table, his eyes slightly lowered, with a calm and uncontested appearance.On the other hand, the young man in red who was sitting opposite him had obvious anger on his face, tapping his knuckles on the wooden tabletop, his movements were lazy and unintentional, but the boy somehow felt that his heartbeat was being dragged a little faster.

Weird, weird.

The boy's brow, which had just been wiped clean, broke out in cold sweat, and he said cautiously, "Master, would you like a piece of Mrs. Song's fish soup? It's delicious."

Seeing that the two ignored him, the boy was immediately frightened by the freezing atmosphere and his back was wet. He shivered and frantically thought about what would be better to recommend to the two.

At this moment, the young man in red who had been gloomy all the time sat up lazily, and the long black hair draped over his shoulders slid behind him, revealing his beautiful appearance.

He said: "It's troublesome to pick the thorn."

The young man in white: "Yeah."

The little servant looked around at the two of them, and finally got a sense of confidence in his heart. After building up his mind, he quickly said: "Squirrel mandarin fish, no need to shave, it is crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, delicious! And this, sweet red bean cake, Hey, my son, if you like spicy food, there are also them in the store."

People come and go in the restaurant, but the noise of the two people's tables seems to be isolated from the outside, forming a small and independent world of its own.The little boy felt unwell all over his body, his heart became more and more empty, and his voice gradually became like a mosquito, and he pursed his lips.

The young man in red: "Sweet mouth."

The young man in white: "Whatever you want."

"Hey, okay, okay!" After confirming the dishes, the boy ran away as if fleeing.

When all kinds of dishes were waiting to be served on the table, Feng Wujing glanced at them hastily, stretched his chopsticks to the sweet and sour pork ribs on the plate, and under Gu Langqing's gaze, he ate all the sweets.

The appearance of the food is very good, and it is worthy of the shop's signboard. However, Gu Langqing has already cultivated to the level of Gu Langqing, and he has not used chopsticks for a long time. chopsticks, so I don't move them much.

Looking at the young man's turbulent appearance, his heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Yan An likes sweets?"

Feng Wujing raised his head, his eyes were playful, and he said slowly: "Master, don't you like it?"

When Feng Wujing ordered food just now, he just thought that he should order Jiangnan cuisine, so he subconsciously ordered these dishes.

A few chopsticks down, awakened the dormant taste buds, Feng Wujing recalled the delicacy of Jiangnan cuisine, secretly thinking about how he really liked Jiangnan cuisine before.

Gu Langqing shook his head lightly: "I've been fasting for a long time, any dish is the same to me."

Feng Wujing thought a lot, and immediately blurted out: "But I remember you told me before that you like Jiangnan cuisine."

After saying this, Feng Wujing himself was also stunned, frowned slightly, swallowed a mouthful of the fragrant cake, and drank some tea to suppress his thoughts.

Gu Langqing: "I said so?"

Feng Wujing squinted his eyes: "Maybe, I don't remember."

Gu Langqing let out a "hmm".

Since he was born, he has never revealed his preferences, or in other words, the Heavenly Stems and Immortals have no sorrows or joys, so they have no preferences at all.

He should take the world as his own responsibility, save the people from danger, never show favoritism, be fair and just.

Gu Langqing is one such existence.

Therefore, to Gu Langqing, eating and drinking are indifferent.Whether it's spicy, salty or sweet, you can eat it.

Doubt flashed in Gu Langqing's heart, and the amber pupils slowly fell out of the window. The color of the clouds in the sky was just right, and the bright sun was hidden in it, revealing a brilliant phosphorescence, floating slowly, the world was clean and flawless.

Feng Wujing who was sitting opposite was extremely flamboyant, eating his meal lazily.

Feng Wujing remembered that he used to like crab rice dumpling.

What is the taste of the crabmeat xiao long bao?

Forget it, that was a long time ago, so it shouldn't matter.

The long ivory white chopsticks fell into Feng Wujing's hands, blending with his pale complexion.

"Oh!"

A piece of red bean cake fell into Gu Langqing's bowl.

Gu Langqing's eyes followed the traces of pastries, and he picked up his chopsticks and took a light bite.

The light aroma of red beans lingered in the lips, and a very oppressive black shadow moved on the table in front of my eyes.

Gu Langqing frowned slightly, and slowly swallowed the red bean cake on the chopsticks before raising his head.

The young man in red put his palms on the wooden table, with a very provocative smile on his lips, he bent his waist and cast his eyes on Gu Langqing's cheek.

Gu Langqing was shrouded in inexplicable coercion, his back muscles tensed instinctively, his eyes moved slightly, and he boldly looked back at the young man, his thin lips slightly curled up, elegant and gentle.

"Yan An, what's wrong?"

The diners around didn't seem to notice what was going on at the two's side, they were still doing their own things, making a lot of noise and excitement.

Feng Wujing glanced across Gu Langqing's light-colored and moist lips, it was really... delicious.

The atmosphere is distanced from the surroundings, and the tense atmosphere makes one's heart palpitate.

In the end, the young man withdrew the malicious smile on the corner of his lips, raised his hand to grab the hair that had fallen down at some point behind him, and stood up straight.

"Is it tasty?"

Gu Langqing nodded slightly: "It tastes good."

"Okay." Feng Wujing sat back in his seat, and the red clouds outside the window were beautiful, and he landed on the table to eat, "Then master, go and settle the bill."

After Gu Langqing's white clothes disappeared from sight, Feng Wujing stretched out his sleeves out of the window in boredom, under the bright red light, a vigorous and powerful hand grabbed the dark green branches outside the window.

"Click".

The branches snapped off.

Under the protruding wrist bones, Feng Wujing held a light pink rose, which was tucked into the sleeve of the red robe, with a faint fragrance floating around.

At a far corner, after paying the money, Gu Langqing raised his chin towards Feng Wujing, Feng Wujing understood immediately, got up and walked towards him.

In the evening, the streets were full of traffic, hawkers shouted one after another, and the bustling crowd moved around, gathering shoulder to shoulder on the long street.

Such a lively day may indeed have not been experienced for a long time.

The cool wind blew on Feng Wujing's face, and the rays of light from the sky broke through the clouds and sprinkled on the city gate.

After parting ways in Zhougezhuang in the morning, Gu Langqing took him for a short walk with ease, and arrived at this unknown city.

Even though he was walking, Gu Langqing must have used some kind of spell to bring him closer. The climate of this place is very different from that of Zhougezhuang, and the folk customs are simple and the people are happy. At first glance, it is a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yunxia fluttered evenly in the sky, Gu Langqing said softly: "We will go back with the sword in a while."

Feng Wujing was noncommittal.

After walking a few more steps, the willow trees on the river bank were flying catkins all over the sky, and the place was a little open. Gu Langqing was keenly aware of a blazing heat drifting towards him.

With five hot fingers covering her waist, a trace of astonishment flashed through Gu Langqing's eyes, and just as he was about to break free, a pink color suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Feng Wujing's voice carried an indescribable sense of danger, and his low and hoarse murmur hit his ears with a slight smile.

"This rose is very suitable for Master."

The flow of people on the side turned a blind eye to the scene in front of them, and continued to talk about what was in their mouths without realizing it.

"Have you heard that people from the evil god world are causing trouble everywhere again, and some people in the fairy world have been forced to retreat."

"Hey, I know that, but I heard that that person is not a good person, and he has to blame himself!"

"Yeah, I heard that he got mixed up with people from the devil world. People in this world are really out of date."

"Yes, that person from the demon world actually died protecting him!"

"This... hey, this sounds a bit exciting, is there a script to talk about this?"

By the riverside, Gu Langqing's attention was completely focused on the blooming flowers in front of him, he was lost in thought, and he held the rose, but Feng Wujing tightly grasped the root and couldn't pull it out.

Gu Langqing's eyelashes trembled: "Thank you, Yan An."

Feng Wujing's mind was pulled back by the words in an instant, his brows were sharp, and he put the flower into Gu Langqing's hand to cover up his distraction just now.

In the end, the young man took a step back and took the initiative to distance himself from Gu Langqing.

He was a little absent-minded: "You're welcome, as long as the master likes it."