Dress up as a high-risk occupation

After the teacher selection ceremony was over, Mu Junnian packed up his things, but there was actually nothing to pack.He took the sword Hua Qingyan gave him, and some daily necessities, and followed his master to Piaomiao Peak.

Piaomiao Peak, as its name suggests, is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, appearing faintly.There is a restriction in the peak, and those below the Jindan stage cannot fly in the sky, and can only walk up the mountain along the steps.This is the restriction that exists in every mountain peak of the Mingjian Sect. If you want to see that the peak owner cannot climb up with the sword, you have to go up one step at a time sincerely to show respect.

At that time, Mu Junnian had just joined Mingjian Sect for more than three months, and his cultivation was not enough to control the sword.Besides, according to the school's mountain regulations, he should also go up the mountain on foot.Hua Qingyan had nothing to do with her left and right, and secondly, she thought that Mu Junnian had just entered the foot of his peak, so she must be very unfamiliar with the environment here, so he accompanied him up the mountain to let him get acquainted with the environment in the mountain .

Along the way, looking at this strange yet familiar environment, Mu Junnian's thoughts surged in his heart.In his previous life, he washed the world of comprehension with blood, and set off a bloody storm. Wherever he went, blood flowed into rivers and devastated everyone.He killed countless people and destroyed thousands of mountain sects.But here is the only place, even though the realm of cultivation has long been riddled with holes and scattered, it is still beautiful, quiet and peaceful, like an inch of paradise beyond the ups and downs of the troubled times.

After Master left, he walked alone in the world.At that time, he often came to this place when he was on the verge of madness, and came to this place where the person he missed and loved day and night once lived.

After thousands of days and nights, time and space were torn apart, and when he saw the scene in front of him again, not a single plant or tree had changed, but it was not what he had seen before.Looking at the person in front of him, Mu Junnian moved his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to embrace him in his arms, and imprison him by his side forever.But...he can't.

The breeze blew up the long silk that painted Qingyan, and Mu Junnian saw his white skirt fluttering in the wind, and it fell into his eyes.

In the end, Mu Junnian still lowered his eyes, rolling away the crazy nostalgia and longing in his eyes.No, nothing has happened in this life. In the eyes of Master, he is still a person with clean hands and no blood.

He can't, can't show his dark and bloodthirsty side, and let the master fear him.He wants to restrain his fangs and sharp claws, to be a humble person, to be a good, clever, apprentice, and son of his master.

After climbing the long steps, I finally arrived at the place of residence.Hua Qingyan pointed to a wooden house in front: "You can live here."

Mu Junnian replied in a deep voice, "Yes, good."

When he opened the door, he found that there were all the daily necessities in the house, which were almost exactly the same as those he used in his previous life.Mu Junnian's eyes moved slightly, he turned to look at Master, and said dumbly, "Master..."

"Hmm..." Hua Qingyan coughed dryly, shook her sleeves and said, "I don't know if the house is complete or not. If there is anything else you need to buy, just tell me."

Mu Junnian suppressed the crazily surging emotions in his heart, and it took a long time before he opened his lips and said, "...Thank you."

Hua Qingyan thought for a while and said: "There are no rules in Piaomiao Peak, so you don't need to be cautious."

Looking at Mu Junnian's taciturn look, he wondered if Mu Junnian had just arrived in such a strange environment, and felt a little uncomfortable.With him here, Mu Junnian might not be able to relax even more.He thought about letting Mu Junnian get used to it by himself first, so he said, "It's getting late today, you should have a good rest first."

After finishing speaking, he turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Mu Junnian, "Master——"

The boy suddenly spoke in a hurry, his voice was not heavy, but it seemed to carry a heavy charm, like a throbbing that was anxious to keep something away, as if he was afraid that something would disappear.

"What's wrong?" Hua Qingyan tilted her head slightly, her heart stopped suddenly.With just one glance, he seemed to be sucked into the young man's dark and deep pupils.There is no wave in the past, but the dark tide is surging, as if it wants to swallow people in it.But Hua Qingyan took a closer look, how could there be any depth in the young man's eyes?Clearly extremely calm, without the slightest turbulent flow of emotions, without a trace of waves.

"It's nothing..." Mu Junnian said in a hoarse voice, "Master—go slowly."

Hua Qingyan had an intuition that something was wrong, but she couldn't think of a reason for it.Fortunately, he stopped thinking about it and left with a vague answer.

The ink color is thick, dipping into the boundless night.There are few stars and stars, and the starlight is dim. In the thick night, there is only a few candlelights reflected from the window of a wooden house.

The candles in the room were lit, and a slender figure appeared faintly.Sitting on the edge of the bed was a tall and handsome young man. He closed his eyes and meditated. He was dressed in a black robe and seemed to be melting into the darkness.The hand resting on the knee has distinct joints, and above it is long hair like ink algae, and a few strands of blue silk are slightly curled and hang down in front of the body.His lips are dark red, thin and sharp, and his nose bridge is high. His long eyelashes cover his eyes and he can only see a blood-red mole under the corner of his eye.His eyebrows are very well-shaped, with prominent brow bones, high brow peaks, and sharp facial lines.

The candles lit on the table danced violently due to the wind blowing in from the window.The warm color of the candlelight reflected on the young man's face, but it couldn't soften his sharp and stern face.Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes flashed away, leaving only the endless abyss in his eyes.

At night, the cool wind blows into the window, and the tall and slender figure of the young man instantly becomes illusory and transparent, and then, as if drifting with the wind, it turns into a wisp of red smoke and enters the body of the young man lying on the bed.

Putting his hands in front of his body, the peacefully sleeping boy opened his eyes.A red light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared in his eyes.Mu Junnian raised his hand and brushed the demon seal on his forehead, the fiery red mark disappeared and was replaced by a vertical pattern, which was the disciple seal he just received today.

Mu Junnian stretched out his hand to examine his current body in this life.Although the boy's figure is slender, compared to his adult body, he is still slightly slimmer and thinner.Moreover, the muscles and bones in this body have not been strengthened, and the level of spiritual power is still low, so it cannot accept his soul from the previous life.

If he hadn't been hit by heaven's punishment when he tore through time and space to come here, he wouldn't have had to integrate his soul into his body in this world.

It's okay, first... don't worry.He has plenty of time to slowly recover and fully integrate with the current body.

With a casual wave of his hand, Mu Junnian extinguished the lights on the candlestick.

The sky was bright, and it was three poles high.Mu Junnian got up early, and cleaned all the inside and outside of Piaomiaofeng's courtyard.It's almost past time, why hasn't Master come out of the room yet?

Mu Junnian has always clearly remembered the work and rest time of the master. Although the master was taken to Yujun Mountain by him and imprisoned in the Wushan Temple, and the work and rest time has long been out of order due to the exhaustion of the night, but it was cultivated during the practice of Piaomiao Peak. The habit is still there.But now in this world, he has never been a human being and has never experienced suffering, so his practice schedule should be the same as in Mu Junnian's memory.

Isn't it Shizun's usual work and rest time since Haishi rests?Why is there still no movement in Master's room?Feeling suspicious, Mu Junnian walked to the door of Hua Qingyan's room, knocked on the door holding his breath, and said, "Master?"

Still no sound.

Mu Junnian was silent for a moment, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something: Didn't the master go to retreat like in the previous life, without even saying hello? !

Mu Junnian said: "Master, I'm coming in." Before waiting for a response, he immediately opened the door and entered.

The light in the house is dim, the furnishings are simple, and you can see everything at a glance.Mu Junnian vaguely saw the bed slightly raised, as if there was a person lying there.He looked at a black cloth hanging in front of the window, it turned out that the cloth blocked the light outside the house.

With the sound of him pushing the door and entering, the person lying on the bed woke up in a daze.

Hua Qingyan sat up wrapped in a quilt, with a mess of sleeping hair on the top of her head.He squinted his eyes and muttered, "Why did the wind blow the door open?"

Mu Junnian fell silent on the spot: "..."

Hua Qingyan yawned, stretched out her hand from under the bed, was about to cast a spell, and closed the door with spiritual power.When he saw the person standing in front of the door, he was startled for an instant, and the sleepy bugs were scared away——

"Mom! Who's there?!"

"Master..." Mu Junnian recovered his voice after a while and said, "I'm here to serve you... get up and change clothes."