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

"Muciwan!"

Mu Ciwan was on the way to get the medicinal herbs. She finished eating some of the medicinal herbs that she had prepared before, and wanted to go down the mountain to buy some candied fruit. The way Master secretly frowned while drinking the medicine made her feel soft and sad.

As soon as he turned his footsteps, he was about to walk down the mountain, but was stopped by a voice.

As soon as she stopped, a figure appeared in front of her.

The young man has sharp eyebrows, he hasn't seen him for a few days, he still looks the same, but there is a little worry hidden in his eyes, but he turned his head, looking unattainable, and said awkwardly, "Where are you going these days?" Well, the secret realm collapsed and we landed in different places, I was going to find you, but you came back before me."

When Mu Ciwan came back, he was busy with the affairs of Qiu Cimu, and he hadn't paid attention to the secret realm. Now, after hearing what Zheng Xinghui said, he realized that after the secret realm collapsed, the other disciples also landed in a random place.

I don't know if those disciples who died were found.

"The situation was urgent, so I came back first. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

She also hurriedly finished shopping to deliver medicine to Master.

Zheng Xinghui was a little annoyed by her attitude, so he threw up his sleeves and left.

Mu Ciwan looked at his back unmoved, and quickly walked down the mountain.

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The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

Just a casual glance, ten years have passed.

Mu Ciwan's appearance did not change, but her temperament became more mature. She walked into the room with the elixir and medicinal soup that Qiu Cimu was going to take today.

Since Qiu Cimu was injured, Mu Ciwan seldom saw him practice. Most of the time, he was like an ordinary person. He opened his eyes every day, looked at the scenery outside, took the medicine, read a book, and so on. ten years.

The years can't leave any traces on his face, on the contrary, it can increase the depth of his temperament.

Mu Ciwan has long been used to seeing his appearance, but occasionally he is still fascinated by his appearance.

"Master."

This year's Cuiyu Peak is a bit abnormal. In winter, some snow has fallen, covering the top of the mountain, and the wind is howling outside. Qiu Cimu is standing by the window, wearing very thin clothes, staring at the scenery outside.

Mu Ciwan frowned, and put the tray on the wooden table. The fur on the floor has not changed after ten years. It should be said that except for Mu Ciwan's cultivation, most things have not changed.

She walked over, looked at the "repeatedly taught" master, directly picked him up horizontally, and forcibly carried him to the rocking chair, covered with a thick blanket, it was the cassock that Mu Ciwan specially asked Senior Sister Mei Qingyi to make , has the effect of keeping warm.

The action is exceptionally skilled, and it has happened countless times in the past ten years.

Qiu Cimu was angry and annoyed at Mu Ciwan's actions, but there was no room for refutation. Who made him a patient now, and felt that he was almost marinated by medicine.

After Mu Ciwan put him down, he went to pull down the window, leaving only a small slit for the ventilation of the room.

As a cultivator, it is actually very simple to keep a room warm all the time, but Mu Ciwan is not at ease anyway, and has to take care of it personally every year.

Qiu Cimu occasionally put on the posture of a master to threaten Mu Ciwan, telling her to be obedient and not need to do these things.

However, the apprentice grew up and didn't listen to him at all.

Drinking the tea that Mu Ciwan had just made, the warm water spread all over his limbs and bones, and the spiritual energy filled the gaps in his body, but it was just a drop in the ocean.

Mu Ciwan looked at him like this, and put the pill and decoction in front of Qiu Cimu.

As an alchemist, it is definitely an alchemist's honor to be able to make most of the herbs into pills to improve their quality, and it is also a symbol of their strength.

However, the few medicinal materials commonly used by Qiu Cimu are like the panacea he often drinks. There is no way to directly refine them into pills, and they can only be boiled into soups. Although the effect has been greatly reduced, there is no way.

He stood aside and looked at his poems, drinking the bitter soup with discoloration, and then frowned secretly, as if Mu Ciwan was juggling, a candied fruit appeared in his palm.

"When I met the outer disciples, I heard that the ones they gave me were not very sweet. Master, would you like to try?"

Qiu Cimu looked at the candied fruit in Mu Ciwan's hand with his faint eyes, and then at Mu Ciwan, the bitterness in his mouth spread, and finally he restrainedly picked up the candied fruit and put it in his mouth.

I don't know how this candied fruit is made. It really isn't too sweet or greasy. It tastes just right, and it just rightly relieves the bitterness caused by the medicine.

As for whether it was sent by the outer disciples, this was the countless times that Qiu Cimu had eaten something from the outer disciples.

I don't know when my apprentice became so popular.

After drinking the medicine, Mu Ciwan was not in a hurry to leave, and just sat down beside him.

Qiu Cimu glanced at her indifferently, and made her a cup of tea, "Aren't you practicing today?"

This apprentice's talent is extraordinary, but it has only been ten years, and he is already in the late stage of transformation, and he is only one step away from the fusion stage.

It even seems that the strength has surpassed him.

The one who can beat her at this moment is the biggest hole card in those sects.

Instead, he became the person most likely to ascend in the world of cultivating immortals.

But about 30 years old.

At the beginning, there was an uproar about the promotion, and everyone in the comprehension world knew that there was a genius in the Linghe Sect, so they hurriedly sent people over to give gifts, but when they saw that it was Mu Ciwan, they all smiled awkwardly, and wanted to take the gifts back, but felt that I can't lose face.

"It will take at least 50 years before the next realm upgrade. Don't be in a hurry. Master, is there any discomfort today?"

Ever since Qiu Cimu was injured, his hands were cold. When Mu Ciwan touched him occasionally, he felt that his master was turned into a spirit from ice cubes, so he devoted himself to warming him, wishing to hug him directly into his arms.

Of course she didn't dare, it would be easy to be blown away by the master.

"No." Mu Ciwan asked this question every day for the past ten years, and Qiu Cimu's ears could hear cocoons. He shook his head as usual and answered, implying that Mu Ciwan could leave first.

But this disciple put on a shameless face in front of her, stuffing all the things she had acquired recently to Qiu Cimu.

What kind of artifact is the bell of the West Huangzong, what kind of precious herbs, what kind of interesting things, as long as you get something interesting, you will put it in Qiucimu's place.

Qiu Cimu specially cleaned up a room for storing things, but there were too many things, and the room was directly filled.

Qiu Cimu's thoughts were a bit complicated, but he was more pleased, at least his apprentice did not go astray, and he learned the principles of respecting teachers well.