Cultivation master wears interstellar

The sky was faintly bright, and in the quiet room, there was the rustling sound of some fabric rubbing against the curtains.

On the Babu bed, Chang Xiuyu was lying on his side, his brows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were slightly parted, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing sounded somewhat rapid.

A pair of slender legs rubbed against the quilt unbearably, and the hand stretched down unconsciously. After a sound, a satisfied sigh came out from the slightly parted lips.

Only then did Chang Xiuyu's frown loosen. He rubbed the pillow and fell asleep peacefully. The room was quiet again.

After a while, Chang Xiuyu frowned again, feeling the coolness coming from his lower body, he jerked his eyes away.

Chang Xiuyu's staring eyes were full of shock, mixed with a bit of bewilderment.

Since he was born, he has never encountered such a predicament in the past hundred years. Cultivators never value desires. In addition, he himself has a weak temper and focuses on cultivation.Moreover, for a cultivator, spiritual power circulates throughout the body, and everyone controls themselves down to the hair, so this kind of thing is absolutely impossible!

"Yeah," Ke Yuming clicked his lips a few times when he heard something from behind him.

Chang Xiuyu suddenly woke up from his emotions, opened the curtain and rushed out.

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The sky was bright, Ke Yuming finally woke up from his sleep, stretched comfortably, opened the curtain and came out to see Chang Xiuyu sitting by the window facing outside.

Ke Yuming yawned: "Why do you get up so early?"

Chang Xiuyu was startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, and recalled the dream this morning, his face was a little embarrassed.

Ke Yuming tilted his head, suddenly remembered something, and walked over: "Aren't you still angry?"

When Chang Xiuyu heard the sound, he turned around vigilantly. Ke Yuming looked at his guarded eyes with confusion: "What's wrong?"

Chang Xiuyu pursed his thin lips lightly: "It's okay, I'm not angry."

"Oh, that's good." Ke Yuming turned around and walked to the door, and shouted: "Come here, bring a suit of clothes to your young master."

Someone answered immediately outside the door, and then a group of people came in to wash him up.

Two servant girls came in to clean the bed, and when they saw the traces on the bedding, the two tacitly looked at each other, and then quickly changed a new bedding.

Ke Yuming didn't know about all this, but Chang Xiuyu, who had been staring at them, had a panoramic view of them. Now he wished he could set the quilt on fire, but he wanted to cover it up, so he had no choice but to endure it and not go. Look at those things, out of sight.

Ke Yuming stayed in the yard obediently after breakfast. The main reason was that he couldn't get out if he wanted to. This was the first day that Master Li sent people to surround the yard to death.

Chang Xiuyu didn't seem to be in a good mood, and Ke Yuming didn't want to provoke him. He thought about finding something to do by himself, and asked someone to prepare a pair of fishing rods and bait for him, and hurriedly ran to the yard to fish.

After fishing for a while, I didn't catch any of them. I thought the bait was not good enough, so I ran to dig earthworms in the flower garden beside me.

He dug holes all over the good flower garden here and there, and a few earthworms were dug out, but no fish were caught, and the earthworms were eaten up.

Ke Yuming felt that fishing was too boring, so he asked someone to find him a knife, chopped up the ornamental bamboo in the yard, and said he would make a kite.

Chang Xiuyu's originally melancholy mood was shattered by his hammering here and there, and the courtyard was full of clanging and clanging sounds.

When I went out, I saw that the good bamboo had been divided into several petals. Ke Yuming was still chopping with a machete in his hand, and the boy beside him was afraid that he would hurt himself.

Chang Xiuyu asked: "You guys, what are you doing?"

"Make a kite," Ke Yuming said without raising his head, "Do you want to go together?"

Chang Xiuyu helped his forehead: "No need, you can play by yourself."

The boy at the side wanted Chang Xiuyu to persuade his young master who had a whim. It's okay to go fishing and dig earthworms. It's too dangerous to use a machete to make a kite. What if you get hurt!As a result, Chang Xiuyu turned around and left.

The boy had no choice but to go to battle himself: "Master, it's getting late, why don't you go have lunch first?"

Ke Yuming looked up at the sky, and it was indeed time for lunch. He stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, let's pass on the meal, and we'll make it after eating."

The boy let out a sigh of relief.

Chang Xiuyu hadn't fallen asleep since he woke up in the morning. He felt sleepy after lunch and went to bed. Ke Yuming didn't want to disturb him outside the house anymore, so he asked people to move all his things to the room farthest from the bedroom. Inside he continued his kite-making plan.

Chang Xiuyu slept until the afternoon, and when he woke up, the sun was already in the west. He stood at the door to wake up, just as Ke Yuming in the distance pushed open the door and came out, holding a swallow-shaped kite in his hand.

Seeing Chang Xiuyu walking over: "Are you awake? Let's fly a kite together?"

Chang Xiuyu: "Where are you going to fly the kite at this time?"

Ke Yuming looked around for a while, then asked the boy to find a ladder, and the two of them went up to the roof of the main house.

Sitting on the roof, Ke Yuming felt the wind blowing on his face, and nodded with satisfaction: "This is a good place to fly a kite."

He casually released the kite in his hand, and when Chang Xiuyu was still standing on the edge, Ke Yuming patted his side: "Come and sit, everyone is here."

Yes, they are all here.

Maybe it was just waking up, and his mind was still a little foggy. Chang Xiuyu was fooled by Ke Yuming's words, "It's all here", and sat next to Ke Yuming, staring blankly at the kite in the sky and the sunset in the sky.

The sun was setting little by little, and it was slowly hidden behind the distant mountains. There were only clouds reflecting the afterglow of the sun in the sky. Chang Xiuyu's eyes followed the kite line that was pulled away, and returned to the boy who was flying the kite.

The corners of the young man's raised mouth and wanton face were reflected in his eyes. Even if Chang Xiuyu didn't want to admit it anymore, he still knew that he was disturbed for more than 100 years.

After the years were quiet, a blackhead popped out from the front ladder, and whispered: "Young Master, it's getting late, it's time for dinner."

Ke Yuming looked away from the kite, saw that it was Yuan Cong, and replied, "Got it." Then he began to take up the string without getting enough.

It's just that the wind is strong on the roof, and it's easy to fly a kite and difficult to receive a kite. Ke Yuming didn't dare to use force for fear of breaking the kite, so he was at a loss for a while.

Chang Xiuyu stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I'll help you."

Ke Yuming looked at him suspiciously, his eyes full of suspicion, hesitating again and again before handing over the spool in his hand: "Will you?"

It's true that Chang Xiuyu doesn't know how to do it, but he has a good grasp of this kind of strength, and the kite will be retracted after one piece and one relaxation.

Chang Xiuyu looked at the kite in his hand, and asked in surprise, "This kite?"

"I asked the boy to go out and buy it." Ke Yuming was a little annoyed: "It's too difficult to make by myself. The bamboo strips can't be cut well, sometimes they are broken, and sometimes they are crooked. When I make them, winter will come. Fly a ghost kite."

Chang Xiuyu: "You do have self-knowledge."

Ke Yuming hurt his self-esteem: "You can make one, if you can do it, I will call you father."

Chang Xiuyu choked, and shook his head, "Father, father, come out, wouldn't the seniority be messed up?"

Ke Yuming proudly said: "I knew you couldn't do it."

"Who says I can't do it?" Chang Xiuyu looked straight at him: "If I can do it, how about you promise me one thing?"

Ke Yuming: "What's the matter?"

"You'll know when the time comes, it's not difficult after all."

Ke Yuming raised his eyebrows and thought about it, feeling a little guilty: "Then if you can't do it, you have to promise me one thing."

"can."

Chang Xiuyu readily agreed, but Ke Yuming felt cheated and wondered whether he should agree.

Chang Xiuyu looked at him provocatively and said, "What? Are you scared?"

Is Ke Yuming the kind of person who is easily provoked?

"Who said I'm scared," Ke Yuming said with a stiff neck, "Come on."

Chang Xiuyu smiled: "Okay, it's a deal."

That smile seemed to melt the iceberg, and the spring blossomed. Anyway, Ke Yuming was stunned by the frontal attack, and fell down the roof in a daze. Chang Xiuyu was really afraid that he would fall.

Fortunately, they arrived safely, and when they got to the dinner table, the more Ke Yuming thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He felt that he was at a disadvantage anyway, although he firmly believed that Chang Xiuyu would definitely not be able to do it.

But he still had a little bit of carelessness, so that he thought about it all night, and finally fell asleep full of thoughts.

As soon as Chang Xiuyu moved in the morning, he sat up, forgot something, fell down and fell asleep again.

Chang Xiuyu looked at him amusedly, saw that he was sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to disturb him, and started tidying up lightly.

When Ke Yuming woke up again, he thought about it. Even if Chang Xiuyu did it, he only owed him one thing. They are a well-cultivated sect elder and an unknown young master. If there are no problems to embarrass yourself, then there is nothing to worry about.

Ke Yuming hummed a tune in a good mood, Chang Xiuyu walked in from the door, raised his eyebrows: "I'm in a good mood."

"That's it," Ke Yuming turned around, his eyes widened when he saw what he was holding in his hand: "When did you do it?!"

Chang Xiuyu proudly shook the kite in his hand: "When you are soundly asleep."

Ke Yuming's expression was indescribable. Although he knew that he might have been cheated, he didn't expect to be cheated so quickly. When he woke up, he owed someone something.

It's just that the ink on the kite was still wet, and the bamboo strips were tied with coquettish multicolored thread that he asked someone to bring, so there was no place to deny it.

But Ke Yuming has another trick: "Your kite is ready, but it's not certain whether it can fly."

Chang Xiuyu handed the kite to the maid at the side and asked her to take it: "Then wait for the young master to finish his breakfast, and let's go and try to see if the kite can fly."

Ke Yuming: "..."

I don't think I can finish this breakfast.

Based on the belief that stretching the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife, Ke Yuming turned grief and anger into appetite, and stuffed food into his mouth.

Chang Xiuyu was both funny and worried, and reached out to serve him a bowl of soup: "Master, don't be so anxious, you have to wait for the ink on the kite to dry."

Ke Yuming glared at him, and felt that he was crying like a cat and a mouse—he knew it.

In the end, Chang Xiuyu's kite still lived up to everyone's expectations and flew up.

Ke Yuming was already lying flat: "Say what you want."