Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

Mu Chuihan said embarrassingly, "Master, don't doubt my master like that."

Mingzheng's tired eyes showed some kindness: "Stupid boy, even the uncle called out, and said you are Immortal Moon Lin?"

The high-intensity continuous rotation has made Mingzheng exhausted. At this moment, she no longer has the energy to think about why Fuyan is not dead, she just looks at Mu Chuihan tenderly: "It's good, it's good..."

If Fuyan didn't die, then Junior Brother Ye would be a little less sad, and he wouldn't take risks madly...

No, Ye Tingjiang asked Fuyan to pretend to be an immortal, which made him even crazier.

Mingzheng felt that if things went on like this, the first person to be mad could only be herself, what a bad debt this was!

Having seen his reaction from Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan could have predicted that Mingzheng couldn't believe it, and he smiled firmly: "I'm not fake, it's genuine..."

Mingzheng's smile became more loving: "Okay, you are, you are."

Mu Chuihan heard a bit of coaxing a child from it, and deeply felt that he had encountered the most profound problem since the creation of Hongmeng, how to prove that I am me.

He was about to instruct Zuixing to transform into a spirit, when he heard Mingzheng say: "But don't insist on Fuyan, Junior Brother Ye has never liked Yuelin Xianzun..."

As soon as these words came out, Mingzheng felt that the already quiet Linxian Peak was instantly as silent as death.

She looked at the two of them with hindsight, and found that Junior Brother Ye, who had been erratic all the time, had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and Fuyan was hit hard, and the smile that she forced out was gone.

Mingzheng's eyes enlarged unnaturally. With this reaction, Fuyan wouldn't really be an Immortal Venerable...

How is this possible, how could the number one person in the dignified world of immortals be willing to come to their Immortal Sect to be a teacher, and to love Junior Brother Ye to the death.

It can't be, just look at Junior Brother Ye's face.

Although Mingzheng felt that she must be thinking too much, her tone involuntarily became cautious: "Actually, Junior Brother Ye is duplicitous, and he doesn't hate Immortal Venerable so much.

Mu Chuihan was still strong: "Yes, I understand."

Ye Tingjiang finally stopped being dumb: "You... don't take it to heart, I didn't know it before."

After holding back for a long time, he only uttered such a sentence.

Mingzheng covered his mouth, unable to suppress his collapsed expression.

Obviously she was talking about Immortal Venerable Yuelin, but Ye Tingjiang told Fuyan not to take it to heart...

Having ruled out all the possibilities, there was only one left that she couldn't believe and could only believe that Fuyan was really Immortal Venerable Yuelin.

Mingzheng recalled that a long time ago, she pointed to Luoyuetai and hurriedly told Fuyan the origin of the name. Looking at it now, didn't she arrange him to the master himself!

"Xianzun." Mingzheng said sternly: "I still have something to do, please do it."

Before anyone could answer, Mingzheng summoned her long zheng and disappeared above Linxian Peak in a blink of an eye.

The appearance of fleeing in a hurry showed a bit of embarrassment, but the back figure who vowed not to look back showed her determination.

When Linxianfeng was left with only the two of them again, Ye Tingjiang closed his mouth again.

In front of outsiders, he could still pretend to say a few words to Mu Chuihan. But when they are really alone, apart from the hug at the beginning, they are like lovers who have reunited after a long absence. Even if there are thousands of words, they don't know where to start.

In the end, Ye Tingjiang asked thoughtlessly: "So why do you want to go to the demon world with me. It's very dangerous."

Mu Chuihan stared at him: "Because I like you, Xianjun."

Mu Chuihan wanted to repeat what Fuyan had said.

He knew that Ye Tingjiang might want to hear him say that it was for the sake of the world and for the sake of life; he really said that in front of various sects. But at the moment he just wanted to answer according to his heart.

Because he wanted to be with Ye Tingjiang, he was going.

Because he wanted to save Ye Tingjiang, he would stand in front of Ye Tingjiang.

Maybe Ye Tingjiang was going to be disappointed with him again, but Mu Chuihan just wanted to tell him his truest self. Ye Tingjiang has all beings in his heart, but he only cares about the people in his heart.

Mu Chuihan was suddenly a little nervous, but he didn't try to hide it as usual.

Ye Tingjiang saw this emotion dully, and showed his first smile these days: "Fortunately you are still here."

Mu Chuihan asked softly, "Then are you angry?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head. He used to be really angry, Qi Fuyan wanted to block in front of him, and he was even more angry that he was powerless to protect him.

But now, with the reappearance of Mu Chuihan, the stagnation slowly dissipated. The moment he recognized Mu Chuihan, only the word "lucky" remained in his heart.

Mu Chuihan probed further: "Aren't you angry that I lied to you?"

Only then did Ye Tingjiang react. It turned out that this was what Mu Chuihan asked.

He shook his head slowly again.

Mu Chuihan didn't know that as long as he had a taste of what he had lost and regained, everything else would be of less importance.

Yingxuefeng.

The scorched earth was nourished by Mu Chuihan's spiritual energy, and under the spell, every grass and tree returned to their original appearance, as if nothing had happened.

On the way back, Mu Chuihan frankly explained everything to Ye Tingjiang. Only the part where he saw Ye Tingjiang's appearance was hidden, but he told Ye Tingjiang that he was convinced by his kindness and righteousness.

Ye Tingjiang basked in the sun slightly, but did not deliberately dismantle it.

Mu Chuihan returned to his former room and found that Fuyan was already lying on the bed.

He was extremely regretful: "Alas, a good body is so waste."

Noticing that Ye Tingjiang was looking at him, Mu Chuihan immediately remedied: "But for the sake of Xianjun, it's not a loss or a loss!"

Ye Tingjiang was actually thinking about something else: "You said, this body is made of spirits and grass? Can you really make a body out of grass and trees?"

Mu Chuihan nodded with a hint of pride: "Of course, I said that I have also successfully made many things."

Therefore, it was a complete surprise like the flow of eyesight pills.

Ye Tingjiang asked, "Then the five yin melt the heart?"

Mu Chuihan guessed: "I don't know why. Now that I think about it, it is this spirit grass that was born in Shanyin and gathers the yin qi of heaven and earth to transform into the body of the five yin."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Xianjun, I am even more pity."

Ye Tingjiang vaguely guessed what he wanted to say, and said vaguely, "Don't say it... I'm not sorry."

Mu Chuihan sat down beside the bed, imitated Zuixing, and put away Fuyan's body: "Isn't it a pity? A physique that is rare in a century..."

He made up his mind: "Xianjun, I only need one more spirit search grass, and I can repair him."

Ye Tingjiang pretended not to know what Mu Chuihan was talking about, and bluntly changed the subject: "When will we go to the devil world?"

Mu Chuihan let out his strength: "I listen to Xianjun."

"However," his voice lowered, "I still want to send Lin Xu home."

Ye Tingjiang sighed: "Okay."

Imperial City.

There is a turmoil in the world of immortals, but the imperial city on earth is no longer prosperous.

It was winter, and the shops on the street were closed and covered with pure white snowflakes. The pedestrians who occasionally came and went on the road were all dressed in sackcloth and filial piety.

Mu Chuihan knew much more about the world than Ye Tingjiang, so he lowered his voice: "It's a national mourning."

The shops are closed, and the people are in mourning. Looking at this regulation, it is likely that a much-loved emperor has died.

In such a lonely environment, Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang came to support the coffin, blending in with the solemn atmosphere of the whole city. It's just that people in the past were in a hurry, and when they saw them, they couldn't help but walk a few steps, as if they were afraid of getting involved.

Mu Chuihan finally stopped a passerby: "Big brother, how do I get to the Linhou Mansion?"

The pedestrian's face was terrified, and he didn't open his mouth. He just pointed him in a direction and fled away.

Mu Chuihan was puzzled, but he could only go in the direction the man pointed. Before taking a few steps, he ran into several young men with knives.

These men were also dressed in plain clothes, and they pulled out their blades and stopped in front of them: "You, who are you?"

Mu Chuihan said as politely as possible: "Let's send Lin Xiaoshizi back to his hometown in a coffin."

"I don't care what you are here for." The man who took the lead put the knife on Mu Chuihan's neck: "Your Majesty has a decree, the queen is immortal, and the world is full of power, you have an order that you can't obey, it's to resist the decree!"

Mu Chuihan's azure clothes were barely considered plain clothes. The black color was respected here, and Ye Tingjiang's black clothes could be regarded as a big taboo.

The man with the knife ordered, "Take it away."

"Wait." Mu Chuihan was in a heavy heart because of Lin Xu, and he didn't want to argue with the guard: "Can we send the coffin back to the Lin Mansion first?"

"You think beautiful..."

Before the man could finish his words, he heard a small guard behind him whisper softly: "Sir, I remember that Prince Lin Hou went to the cultivation world to ask for immortals..."

"Really?" The captain of the guard cast his eyes on the two of them again, and withdrew the knife, his attitude changed immediately: "I haven't asked for advice yet, the two are..."

Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang looked at each other: "We are Lin Xu's classmates."

"Two immortals!" The captain of the guard held the hilt of the knife in both hands, bent his knees, and knelt on the vast snowy ground: "I was offended just now because I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and I also invited two immortals to have a lot of them, so don't take offense."

"No." Ye Tingjiang lifted him up with a burst of spiritual power: "Can you take us to Lin Hou's house?"

"Naturally, naturally." The captain of the guard felt the gentle spiritual power, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He walked ahead and showed them the way diligently.

The Lin Mansion is prominent, and the Grand Marquis Mansion still occupies half of the street in the imperial city. It's just that the door is still in the cold now. White silk is hung on the gilded plaque, and it is covered with snow, covering the background of that layer of gold.

The guards have already passed in. When Mu Chuihan arrived, a woman in plain clothes and a silver hairpin stood guard at the door. When she saw the pure black coffin, her legs softened and she slightly fell back half a step, and was supported by the maids on both sides.

She staggered towards the coffin: "Xu'er, is it really Xu'er?"

Mrs. Lin's hands were trembling, trying to push open the heavy coffin lid, but she was only able to shake it a few times.

She threw herself on the coffin lid weakly, and a tear stained the powder on her face: "Xu'er..."

The maid helped Madam Lin up, and the guards who brought them here joined forces to finally slowly push the coffin lid.

Lin Xu's body remained incorrupt under the spell, and the young man's face was like a smile before his death.

Mrs. Lin dazedly hugged her son, with a suppressed sob in her throat. Before she touched Lin Xu, she seemed to have lost all her strength and fell backwards.

"Madam, Madam!" The maids hurriedly shouted, and they shouted "Emperor's Doctor" again and again, causing chaos in the deadly street.

Mu Chuihan didn't look back, as if muttering to himself, "I regret it."

Ye Tingjiang's voice came from behind: "Why?"

"Lin Xu always told me about the customs of his hometown. I thought he only wanted to sleep here forever." Mu Chuihan shook his head: "But now I know that for Mrs. Lin, she thinks her son is still alive and well in the world of immortality, even if he lives forever. No, it's much better than now."

Ye Tingjiang patted his shoulder.

"Life and death love and hate." Mu Chuihan smiled: "Even a thousand-year-old cultivator can't see through it, let alone a life spanning decades."

"Immortal," a maid came over and gave them a blessing: "The madam knelt down for the Queen's concubine, so she fainted from exhaustion, and I asked the fairy to wait for a while."

"No need." Mu Chuihan took out a sandalwood box from the storage ring: "This is Young Master Lin's relic. Tell Mrs. Lin that I didn't take good care of Lin Xu. If I want something in the future, I will smash it into the box. Jade card, I will not hesitate."

Mu Chuihan was in a gloomy mood, Ye Tingjiang couldn't understand it better, he knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, so he could only accompany him silently behind him.

As soon as they left the Lin Mansion, they were stopped by the guards at the door: "Immortal stay."

"What's the matter?" Ye Tingjiang asked.

The guard knelt down again: "Your Majesty has a request, I beg the immortals to have mercy."

Ye Tingjiang wanted to refuse, but saw the guards kneeling down, plain white clothes touching the snow. He glanced at Mu Chuihan, and finally agreed, "Let's go."

The guards led them into the carriage. Mu Chuihan leaned against the wall of the car, still listless, always thinking of Lin Xu's appearance for no reason, Ye Tingjiang thought about it, and sat closer, so that Mu Chuihan could rest his head on his shoulder.

In the past, Fu Yan only needed to tilt his head, and his whole body fell on Ye Tingjiang's body softly. Now that the main body has grown a lot taller, it is almost equal to Ye Tingjiang.

At this moment, Ye Tingjiang straightened his upper body, and he still needed to make Mu Chuihan's body tilted over so that he could barely lean on his shoulder.

Mu Chuihan still didn't move, Ye Tingjiang began to play with his body.

He is not good at doing these things, and in the past, Mu Chuihan always entangled himself spontaneously. So now Ye Tingjiang's movements seem to be clumsy, and after finally posing, Mu Chuihan's head hurts.

Mu Chuihan finally laughed: "Xianjun, what are you doing?"

Ye Tingjiang didn't look at him and whispered, "You sleep for a while."

When he was sad a few days ago, as long as he could fall asleep, he would forget everything.

Mu Chuihan took Ye Tingjiang's arm, adjusted his posture, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

As soon as he closed his eyes, the carriage drove to the gate of the palace.

The captain of the guard shouted: "There are immortals from the upper cultivation world in the car, so hurry up and let them go."

"Immortal?" The soldier guarding the door lifted the curtain of the car and glanced at it: "The immortal has already arrived this morning, and he's conjuring the soul for the goddess at the moment."

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