Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

"Ci Mu, are you venting your anger?"

Mu Ciwan backed away, looked at the person in front of him with snot and tears streaming down his face, and his eyes were red, and asked softly.

Qiu Cimu has no feelings for this kind of person, and he doesn't think Mu Ciwan's attack is too cruel.

From the time he said these words, his end was doomed.

If there is a fairy fate, this arm will naturally come back.

In the world of cultivating immortals, this is nothing.

"Let's go." Qiu Cimu shook his head, ignored this person, and walked towards a quieter place.

A guard had already woken up, looked at the two of them with grievances in his eyes, ran over timidly, picked up Zhao Bai's arm, and ran away with his young master who was still crying.

These two people are cultivators at first glance, they can't afford to provoke them, but this arm is still salvageable, the best policy is to walk.

Yujian Pavilion has five days to recruit disciples, and it will not be too late to come back after repairing his arm.

This commotion sparked a lot of discussion, but most of the people present were not as ignorant as that silly young master, especially when there was a lot of discussion, they didn't dare to say anything bad, and after a few random words, they brought up the matter of selecting disciples .

Because the people from Yujian Pavilion haven't come yet.

They even worry that they have been released.

Here, Mu Ciwan took Qiu Cimu to a tea shed not far away. The old man seemed to be the descendant of an elder in the sect, without talent, so he came to the foot of the mountain and built a tea shed, living the life of an ordinary person. With the protection of immortals and the freedom of idlers, you can live freely and carefree all your life without worrying about natural disasters. Seeing so many businesses coming, you still look calm.

Just took a second look at Qiu Cimu and Mu Ciwan, after all, he was one of the witnesses to what happened just now.

Qiu Cimu doesn't often appear among the outer disciples, not to mention the old man at the foot of the mountain, the other party doesn't know him, so it saves a lot of trouble.

"Will Cimu feel that my actions are too harsh?" Mu Ciwan added a cup of tea for Qiu Cimu, and asked lightly.

A trace of surprise flashed across Qiu Cimu's face, as if he didn't understand why Mu Ciwan would ask such a question, "I'm not a good person."

He doesn't want to see others suffer, and also depends on his own interests.

Since that person did something wrong, Mu Ciwan should have punished him, so why did he say it harshly, it's just that he acted more decisively.

Thinking about it, he moved his fingertips, wanting to hold Mu Ciwan's hand, but realized the current situation, and in the end he didn't reach out, but picked up a cup of tea and took a sip: "I'm still bullying Shi Mie Where is the ancestor?"

This is a bit self-deprecating.

Both of them understood that was not the meaning.

Mu Ciwan couldn't help laughing when he thought that he had indeed "deceived his teacher".

"I'm thinking too much, the people from Yujian Pavilion are here, do you know them?"

"I know, senior brother, the personal disciple of Wenren's head."

This person is very jealous, and he often dislikes him, but he has never done anything to harm his interests, so Qiu Cimu has always ignored him.

"It's just to choose a disciple from the outer sect, but he was sent here. The selection this time is really not easy."

As Qiucimu said, there was speculation among him.

Yujian Pavilion selects disciples every year, but the number is small, and they are all in July, and now it is October.

"Would you like to investigate?" Mu Ciwan also took a sip from her teacup, the bitter taste of the tea was really not very tasty, seeing that the person in front of her still had that indifferent expression, she rolled her eyes and poked on the Qiu Cimu's face.

Qiu Cimu, who was thinking seriously about the problem, wrinkled her face, thought she had something to do, paused, blurted out the word "what" and realized that this person was teasing him.

The pinna of the ear had already turned a little red inadvertently, but he quickly suppressed it, and instead mentioned what he was thinking just now: "You want to get in? Pretending to be a new disciple?"

Qiucimu intuitively felt that this countermeasure was not advisable.

Yujian Pavilion is also one of the four ancient sects. The mountain guard formation in front of the gate alone can screen out a person's strength and true appearance. It is even more difficult to pretend to be a new disciple to enter.

But Mu Ciwan acted out of the ordinary, and put his slender index finger on Qiu Cimu's lips, his black pupils were full of deep meaning, "It's enough to observe in the dark, why bother to walk again."

"That's even more unacceptable, the mountain protection formation..."

"These are not problems. It's not that Ci Mu doesn't believe in my strength."

Of course Qiu Cimu believes in her strength, but...

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, then faced Mu Ciwan with a complicated expression: "Ciwan, you seem to be just a sword spirit."

"Yes, I am a sword spirit, but this does not affect my strength, or do you not believe me?"

It's back again.

Qiu Cimu originally wanted to ask her where did she get her strength, but after so many failed attempts, he lost that curiosity.

Forget it, let's just think that his sword spirit is omnipotent.

During self-hypnosis, Mu Ciwan's slender fingertips pinched the fingers that were casually placed on the table, and then bit by bit, the fingers interlocked.

Qiu Cimu frowned, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but failed.

"Let go."

"I shook hands when I walked, why not now?"

Mu Ciwan frowned, his pupils were full of smiles, and the tip of his other free finger tapped on the wooden table, making a slow rhythmic sound.

It's not big, but you can just hear the autumn speech at dusk.

Like the speed of his heart beating.

His fair face was dyed a little red, from the inside out, like an apple that is about to ripen, pink and tender but not delicate/flashy, on the contrary pure; love and green/astringent, people Can't help but want to bite his cheek.

It's actually a kiss.

Mu Ciwan looked at the person in front of him pursing his lips tightly, and the acquaintance was thinking about how to refute her.

I can't refute it.

After all, she also knew that this person had spiritual consciousness and could see the way, but she was still willing to be led by her.

For a reasonable teacher, this set of rhetoric will not cause any problems.

Sure enough, Qiu Cimu hesitated for a long time, and only spit out a few words: "It's different."

"the same."

Autumn Resignation Mu: "..."

He didn't speak anymore, he just felt uncomfortable, but his heartbeat was accelerating, and he silently recited the meditation mantra several times in his heart, but it didn't work, which made Qiu Cimu very helpless.

He also had to formally face his feelings for Mu Ciwan.

Will a sword repairer and a sword spirit have good results?