Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

On the mountain road, two disciples of Linxian Sect were holding lacquer cases, one of them was filled with brocade of various colors, and the other was carrying fresh spiritual fruit carefully, and together they headed towards Yingxue Peak.

After walking silently for a while, the disciple holding the Spirit Fruit finally complained, "The ones I just picked from the Spirit Field are all dedicated to that person. Everyone is an inner disciple, so why can't I get in."

His companion snorted: "What is a spirit fruit? Look at my woven cloud brocade and silkworm clothes, that's what is valuable. Lord Tingyun is willing to spoil others, where can we talk?"

"Tsk," Lingguo's disciple seemed envious: "Why didn't Ting Yun-Jun like me as a disciple back then, or else..."

"Come on." Another disciple said sarcastically, "It's just you? Is it someone's beauty, or a physique with the five yin fusion heart?"

"Hey, Senior Brother," the Lingguo disciple inquired, "Speaking of which, I haven't met that person yet. Isn't he also a man, so how can a female cultivator be so charming and beautiful? How can you be fascinated by Jun Tingyun."

The disciple of Duan Zhijin gave him a deep look and felt sorry for him: "Beautiful, really beautiful, and that's not the same thing as a female cultivator. Anyway, other disciples were very embarrassed when they passed the stake during the trial, so he was the only one. That hand of swordsmanship is called a fairy."

The disciple of Lingguo was a little puzzled: "Could it be that Jun Tingyun is interested in his swordsmanship?"

"How can that be." The brocade disciple smiled ambiguous: "When he doesn't use a sword, his figure, weak Liu Fufeng, can be attractive..."

He felt that he couldn't describe how Fuyan passed out during the trial that day, so he ended the topic: "Anyway, you'll see you later."

Originally, Yingxuefeng was considered a half-forbidden place to their outer peak disciples. But now that I live in Fuyan, there are disciples who come to send all kinds of spiritual tools and ingredients every three to five, and these two disciples have the opportunity to step in.

The courtyard door was not closed, and the two disciples walked in holding their breath, and found Fuyan's house as the elder said.

Although there was a lot of discussion on the road, when they got to the door, they knocked on the door respectfully, for fear of making the person inside unhappy.

"Come in." The lazy voice came outside the door, still a little vague, as if he hadn't woken up.

The brocade disciple respectfully opened the door, and when he saw the people in the room, he took a step back.

The weak and immortal boy he recalled did not wear the moon white robe of an inner disciple, but a purple cloud brocade shirt, which seemed to be of the same origin as the clothes he was holding.

Such a precious material has not been cherished as it should be, and the clothes are loose and loose, with countless folds appearing as the boy leans on the couch and reads a book.

An ignorant wild orange cat dared to step on the cloud brocade!

The brocade disciple was shocked, and could not wait to rush up and throw the fat orange cat as garbage.

The Lingguo disciple was even more impatient than him, and let out a low scolding.

He suspected that what his senior brother told him was not the same person he saw.

Although this appearance is bright and beautiful that he has never seen before, it has nothing to do with delicacy. Looking at the extravagant and extravagant arrangement of this room, as well as the Lingguo soft cakes scattered on the table, he suddenly understood the reason why the orange cat got fat.

Well, they're not as good as a cat.

As for Fuyan, it can't be said to be a weak willow, it's more or less the willow whip that came to exploit them.

The two disciples did not dare to come in by the door, and Mu Chuihan looked at them: "Senior brother has worked hard, if you don't dislike it, just take some of the things in the room with you."

The disciple hurriedly declined: "How can this be done?"

Mu Chuihan said casually, "You're welcome, I can't use up too many anyway."

Two disciples: "..."

Although it is a good thing to have a spiritual tool, it is inexplicably hurtful.

In grief and indignation, they picked half of the things they sent and took them away, and only then did they get out of the imbalance.

After they left, Mu Chuihan instructed Feifei: "Go, bring the newly-sent spiritual fruit."

Feifei reluctantly picked up the fruit bowl, because it had grown so fast these days, its jumping steps were no longer light, and it was finally carried over, so tired that it was out of breath.

Mu Chuihan ate mulberries slowly, and Feifei criticized it when he saw it, "You only know how to eat, sleep, sleep and eat every day, and when you have nothing to do, you only read books, why don't you gain weight?"

Mu Chuihan stuffed a mulberry fruit into Feifei's mouth and sighed in annoyance: "Because I worry every day, my heart is very tired."

Feifei obviously didn't believe it: "What do you have to worry about? I think you are happy every day."

Mu Chuihan was extremely sad: "No, I'm too troubled, so I can only temporarily forget my worries by eating and sleeping."

At first, he also begged Ye Tingjiang to have someone send a transcript. Although Ye Tingjiang looked complicated, he still agreed.

But now he didn't even bother to read the book. Those people in the story were all married, which made him even more troubled by what he had not said.

Ye Tingjiang really wanted to become a Taoist partner with him, Mu Chuihan thought that he must confess his identity to him.

But what Ye Tingjiang thinks of his body, Mu Chuihan is still not sure.

Even if Ye Tingjiang didn't have any bad feelings for him at first, but he really confessed, Ye Tingjiang knew that he had been deceived for so long, would he hate himself in a fit of rage?

Mu Chuihan knew that his methods of chasing Ye Tingjiang were not bright, but before the biggest deception situation at the identity level, those tricks were nothing at all.

He's cheating on marriage...

Mu Chuihan lowered his head and asked Feifei in a mournful voice: "If, I mean if. I lied to Lord Tingyun, do you think that Lord Tingyun will forgive me?"

Feifei was surprised, and the cat's head flicked: "You lied to Tingyun-jun once or twice, why do you only repent now?"

Mu Chuihan shook his head: "It's not that kind of cheating."

He thought about it for a while, and said as much as he could, "For example, I'm actually very good at swordsmanship, and my cultivation is very high, but I pretended not to be at all, and worshipped him as my master..."

Grandma Feifei's throat burst into laughter, and her cat's eyes flashed mockingly: "Man, you haven't drank too much, why are you talking nonsense?"

Mu Chuihan was helpless: "What if it's true?"

Feifei scratched his paw mercilessly, pretending to be understanding: "I know, you hope to get stronger every day. Now you just woke up, and it's normal for you to be still dreaming. Look, are you awake now?"

Mu Chuihan shrank his hands in pain and shook his head slowly, "Forget it...you don't understand anything."

Feifei felt despised, and refused to accept: "You are talking nonsense. Even if what you say is true, isn't it very simple?"

"Oh?" Mu Chuihan raised his head: "Tell me about it."

Feifei shook the cat's head: "How do I know if Tingyun-jun will forgive you, but if you want to know, just ask him directly?"

Mu Chuihan took a deep breath: "What if he doesn't forgive?"

Feifei spread out her cat's claws: "There's no way. The sooner you know, the sooner you give up."

Mu Chuihan was so angry that he rubbed the cat's head. But if you think about it, what Feifei said is not unreasonable. He must tell Ye Tingjiang the truth. If he stretches his head and shrinks his head, he might as well die earlier.

If Ye Tingjiang accepted it, he would be relieved as soon as possible.

Mu Chuihan organized the language in the room, but he didn't know that outside, Ye Tingjiang was also worrying about him.

That day, Ye Tingjiang proposed to hold a joint loan ceremony, but he never thought that Fuyan would refuse.

Ye Tingjiang's earliest reaction was actually unbelievable when he really heard Fuyan say "let's not go ahead".

He blurted out, "Why?"

At that time, Fuyan's expression was also very unnatural. He hesitantly said: "Maybe I'm not ready... I think with my current cultivation, I can't stand side by side with Xianjun."

When Ye Tingjiang saw Fuyan, he was always chasing after him enthusiastically. How could he expect such a response.

He calmed down and realized that he might have ignored Fuyan's wishes. He asked carefully, "Are you not willing?"

"No!" This time, Fuyan denied it firmly.

In the end, the two of them made an agreement for a year, and when Fuyan was ready, they would start discussing the ceremony.

But later, his little disciple hid in the room every day. According to Feifei, besides eating, he slept.

Although I also asked him for a script, I always felt weird. Although all the clothes and spiritual tools were sent, Ye Tingjiang could feel that he was not so happy.

Even if Ye Tingjiang, a novice in love, scratched his head, he couldn't understand the mind of his little apprentice.

While he was hurting, Mu Chuihan, who had not actively looked for him for a long time, knocked on Ye Tingjiang's door.

Ye Tingjiang raised his head, that expression can definitely be called a surprise. He looked at Fuyan, not knowing how to speak for a while.

Mu Chuihan walked up to him, closed his eyes forcefully, squeezed out a few words from his lips: "Xianjun, I have something to tell you."

"Well." Ye Tingjiang looked at him quietly, feeling very nervous.

Mu Chuihan mustered up his courage: "Actually, I lied..."

At this point, he couldn't speak anymore.

Ye Tingjiang was slightly puzzled: "Huh? What?"

Mu Chuihan felt that he could not breathe well, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and said, "I lied to you..."

But his voice was swallowed up by a loud noise outside the door.

When Ye Tingjiang went out, he saw a bunch of light blue fireworks explode in the sky. He frowned: "It's a distress signal."

Mu Chuihan's brewing emotions were completely interrupted: "Then?"

Ye Tingjiang said anxiously: "You are waiting for me here, I will come when I go."

Mu Chuihan said "Okay" slowly, and sat back in his chair in frustration.

He didn't say anything this time. He breathed a sigh of relief, but became more and more uneasy, so he had to comfort himself, everything was arranged by God, and he shouldn't have said it.

Ye Tingjiang said that he would come and go, but he didn't make Mu Chuihan wait too long.

After a while, he returned to Yingxuefeng, but what made Mu Chuihan's eyes straight was that he supported a weak and handsome young man with both hands.

Mu Chuihan didn't care that he was still thinking about how to confess, and rushed out first: "Xianjun, what's wrong with him?"

The young man raised his eyes, saw him clearly, and was a little surprised: "Who are you?"

Because Fuyan was not ready to share the loan, Ye Tingjiang only said: "He is my disciple, Fuyan."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "I didn't expect you to accept disciples too."

There was some sadness in the words.

With this look, Mu Chuihan was even more confused about his identity.

The youth's physical strength was too severe, but the injury itself was not serious. He was helped to sit down and gave Mu Chuihan a friendly smile: "Hello, I'm Bai Jing."

"Bai, Jing?" Mu Chuihan suddenly opened his eyes and repeated: "Xianjun Bai Jing?"

Bai Jing didn't expect his reaction to be so big, so he nodded.

Mu Chuihan suddenly held his hand, full of respect: "Hello, hello, I have admired the name for a long time, like thunder."

He omitted a sentence, I am your big fan.

The author has something to say: insider Zhuixing made plans from a distance: afraid that Jun Ting Yun will dump you if he knows the truth? What's there to be afraid of, just cut back and grab him and beat him?

Immortal Venerable was shocked: child, where has your virtue gone?

Tsukixing sneered: I was buried by someone's own hands.

I don't know if anyone remembers Bai Jing 233. If you don't remember, please guide the first chapter! He appeared earlier than Teacher Ye!

Teacher Ye: ? ? ?

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