Marry Long Aotian

At dawn the next day, Mo Yang felt the bed and got up. The sea of ​​clouds had already shone with golden light. After washing up, he trotted to the third floor.

Mo Yang felt that he had already woken up very early, but Yan Lingyun got up earlier than him.When he arrived, the young man had already practiced his sword on the third deck, and he had been practicing for quite a while.

The three layers of wind are roaring, the sky is far beyond the clouds, and the valley is thousands of feet below the clouds. Yan Lingyun, dressed in white, seems to be flying into the sky, and his swordsmanship is impassioned, like the pouring of the Milky Way, the rushing waterfall, condensed into a white light.

But his sword moves are actually not complicated. After watching for a while, Mo Yang realized that he was practicing basic sword moves, but they were linked together and surprisingly fast, so people didn't see that he was repeating for a while. .

Rubbing into the room, Mo Yang made a pot of tea seriously, then carried it on a tray, and returned to the deck.

It just so happened that Yan Lingyun finished his practice, so he naturally walked over to pour a glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

It is inconvenient to practice outside the house, and his time for sword practice has also been compressed, just for a while at sunrise.

Because the temperature of the tea was just right, he poured another cup.

Mo Yang held it obediently, and his eyes fell on the young man's hand.The protagonist's hands are of course beautiful, long and powerful, with well-defined joints, and the way he pours tea is very chic.However, there are many calluses on his fingers to prove his hard work day and night.

"Go back." Yan Lingyun said, holding the sword in his hand, and walked in front.

After a little tidying up, it's time to practice calligraphy.

Mo Yang watched from the side boredly, his legs were sore from standing, and he couldn't sit down, so he quietly leaned against the pillar, wandering in his mind.

But suddenly, Yan Lingyun asked him: "Can you read?"

Mo Yang came back to his senses and nodded, "I understand."

Yan Lingyun hummed, and said, "There are books on the cabinet."

Afraid of getting it wrong, Mo Chao asked cautiously, "You mean, can I watch it?"

Yan Lingyun: "Sure, you don't need to stand here, I will call you if necessary."

He has always been a loner, living in a hut at the main peak of the Merciful Sword Sect, he is used to living in poverty, a futon and a wooden bed are enough, and he doesn't bother to ask someone to serve him.

That night when he drank wine to the moon, he found that the young man was crying pitifully, so he was moved to bear it for a moment, so he called him up.

He didn't ask Mo Yang how to serve him, and if Mo Yang could pass the time by himself, he didn't want to be restrained either.How can time be wasted.

As for turning it into a stove, that's even more impossible, Yan Lingyun thought, he's not interested in beauty.

When Mo Yang got the words, he happily went to the bookcase to choose books.

The practice books in the realm of self-cultivation are all recorded in jade slips, so these books are not some practice methods, but ordinary miscellaneous books on history, nature, scenery, travel notes and story books.

Mo Yang's eyes lingered on the line of the story book. Although the title of the book was a bit literary, such as "Seeking Immortals" and "Worshiping", it was a novel, and it was a novel written by people in the cultivation world.

But in the end he still chose the customs book in the line above, and decided to go through the common sense first.

Sitting on a chair in front of the boss and fishing, Mo Yang felt embarrassed after all, so he leaned against the pillar, sat on the ground with his knees hugged, and looked intently.

After Yan Lingyun finished writing, he went to the bedroom to meditate and practice. His daily life was so boring that it was a life of pure cultivation that lacked interest and enjoyment.There is a cleaning formation in the house and he doesn't need to mop the floor. He can spend his whole day leaning on the pillar and reading a book.

Someone brought food at noon, Mo Yang found out yesterday, but was waved away by Yan Lingyun.Today, he hesitated for a while or took it, what if Yan Lingyun was hungry and wanted to eat?

It was the first time after such a long time to see such a sumptuous meal, Mo Yang couldn't move his eyes.

He almost vomited after eating Bigu Dan.

There are really distinct levels in the realm of comprehension, and the lowest level of handyman is not even worthy of a sip of tea.

Mo Yang didn't understand, could Bigu Dan be cheaper than food?

The dishes were laid out one by one, and these dishes faintly exuded spiritual light. Mo Yang wiped his eyes before he was sure that he read correctly.

It seems that this is the legendary spiritual food... There are squirrel mandarin fish, duck blood vermicelli soup, fried pork with bamboo shoots and crystal steamed dumplings.

Mo Yang endured his greed, walked lightly outside Yan Lingyun's bedroom, and tapped slightly: "Prince Immortal, it's time to eat."

But Yan Lingyun didn't respond.

Mo Yang didn't dare to knock again, afraid of disturbing his cultivation, so he silently retracted the pillar and turned his back to the table, as if he didn't smell the fragrance.

Until dusk, all the food was cold, and Yan Lingyun didn't come out.

The person collecting the bowls came, and Mo Yang was very disappointed as he watched the dishes being packed into wooden boxes.

Back to the first floor, because most of the time today is sitting, and I can go out to watch the wind, Mo Yang is very relaxed and doesn't feel too tired.

The injury on his hand also healed, and he had the best night's sleep since he got on the ship that night.

At sunrise the next day, he got up on time again, ready to go to work.

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After four or five days like this, Mo Yang had thoroughly figured out Yan Lingyun's routine.

Make tea in the morning, tea in the afternoon, and tea in the evening to prepare for emergencies.At noon, meals would be delivered on the first floor, so he would set them up and cut a piece of fruit by the way.

Cutting fruit is probably the heaviest work for Mo Yang since he came here. Usually, a basket of spiritual fruits will be delivered on the first floor.

Then go fishing.

Yan Lingyun basically doesn't eat these things - because he won't come out at all.Mo Yang gradually became more courageous, his butt hurt from sitting on the floor, so he quietly rubbed against the soft side of the study.

Yan Lingyun's room is neither big nor small, except for the bedroom, it is the main house.The main house is divided into two parts. The side near the gate is used for reception, with tables, chairs and tea tables.And bypassing the screen, walking up three steps, is the study.

Most of the curtains were lowered, and there were bookcases, desks, and a small mahogany table inside.Mo Hao just put the rice on the small mahogany table.

On both sides of the study room, there are two narrow floppy sheets and a few scattered futons.

Mo Yang liked this small space very much, it was covered by curtains, it seemed very private, and it was full of books.

At first, he just quietly picked up a futon and stuffed it under his buttocks, still sitting on the ground, leaning against it slightly.

Later, he became more and more arrogant, his body became limp and he leaned against the slump, his chin rested on the slump, he rubbed his soft fur, and then slowly read a book.

In the end, he rolled up the curtain directly, lay on his side on the soft bed and fell asleep.

Mo Yang fell soundlessly and never snored, so Yan Lingyun didn't realize the steady breathing that could only come out when he fell into a deep sleep until he finished training and opened his slightly golden eyes.

"..." Yan Lingyun got up casually, walked outside, and saw Mo Yang who was sleeping soundly.

The boy curled up on the bed, which was covered with top-quality spirit fox fur by the manager. The fluff was soft and deep, and he seemed to be sunk in. His complexion was ripe and bloody, revealing an amazing beauty.

The slender body rises and falls with the breath, gently and slowly, and is slightly closed into a fist like a baby.

There is a copy of "Tonggu Miscellaneous Records" next to me, which is quite advanced.

Yan Lingyun glanced over his whole body, and found that Mo Yang's clothes were taut because of his sleeping position, protruding his back and buttocks.The legs were close together, slender and long, the toes were naturally hanging outside, wearing a pair of white socks, but the bright red lips were slightly parted, plump.

The mess spread all over the body and covered the bed.

He paused for a while, then quickly looked away, took a step forward, and said in a cold voice, "Mo Qi."

The weak creature that he could crush to death with one hand lay majestically on the soft bed in his study.

Because Mo Yang kept worrying, he was woken up after a while, his eyes opened, as if staring at someone, blankly, Yan Lingyun also looked straight at him.

Mo Yang realized something, suddenly woke up, and quickly stood up: "I didn't notice that I fell asleep, I'm sorry."

Yan Lingyun sat down on the small bed where Mo Yang had been lying down just now, with his sword set aside, his voice became even colder: "Go down, if there is another time, I will not be merciless."

Mo Yangxin said that he was indeed a very dignified person, just now he didn't have a sitting posture, it was very undignified, Yan Lingyun hated it.

In fact, he didn't want to sleep on the bed from the beginning, and he didn't know how to get there.

Mo Yang left the room worriedly, and before leaving, he secretly glanced back at Yan Lingyun, and found that he was still staring at him, with a somewhat cold expression on his face.

He didn't dare to look back anymore, he walked away quickly like a light on his back.

The people in the Kuizihao room have been trying their best to curry favor with Mo Yang recently.

For example, when they gossip, they will deliberately talk about Zhu Xiao.Zhuxiao has been favored recently, much more than the twins who were transferred to other disciples. The elite disciple loved him very much. The spiritual food like running water was supplied to the first floor to nourish his body, and he was pinched to be good. The food ingredients, provoked the scolding of the B-brand room, which is in charge of spiritual food.

High-grade spiritual food is much more valuable than Bigu Dan!He was also spoiled by the rabbit master every day, and he took it off after taking a bite.

When they got to the population of Kuizi House, they became even more embellished, wishing that Zhuxiao would be abandoned in the next moment.

Mo Wei didn't know why, so he didn't realize that these people were talking to him, and it was too noisy, so the quilt was rolled up to the top of his head to isolate these messy gossips.

But tonight he has not slept.

Mo Yang regretted that he couldn't help falling asleep during the day, and even slept on the soft bed. If Yan Lingyun's thighs were not hugged by him, would he come back to wipe the floor again?

With worry, Mo Yang fell into a drowsy sleep, and carefully observed Yan Lingyun's expression when he went to work the next day.

Fortunately, Yan Lingyun's attitude remained the same as usual.

Mo Yang didn't dare to go to the study to read at all, so he just sat on the floor in the living room, looked around for a while, loosened his hands and feet uncomfortably.

But today, Yan Lingyun unexpectedly came out shortly after entering the bedroom, and said to Mo Yang, "I'm going out to discuss things with the elder, you should stay here properly."

Mo Yang nodded obediently.

Yan Lingyun looked at him, straightened his tight cuffs, and went out with his sword in hand.

Mo Yang continued to read history books bored, and after an unknown amount of time, the door suddenly opened.Mo Yang was about to shout sweetly, but felt something was wrong.

The person standing outside the door was not Yan Lingyun, but a woman, a tall and cold woman with a veil.