That Demon Lord doesn't want to live

Mrs. Mu came over after the two finished hanging the lanterns. She bowed her body and bowed to Lord Yuheng, looking at the red lantern with the golden birthday characters written on it, she asked, "Is today the little fairy's birthday?"

Ye Lan raised her head and smiled at Yu Hengjun and replied, "It's not me, it's Master's birthday."

Mrs. Mu was taken aback, and quickly laughed, "It's actually Xianjun's birthday, so my Mu family has neglected me, so I'll send someone to arrange it now..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Mr. Yuheng frowned, and Mrs. Mu immediately understood, "It's a woman who thinks too much, and Xianjun is used to being clean, so naturally he doesn't like those noisy things."

Ye Lan looked at Mr. Yuheng, Master doesn't like this.

Mr. Yuheng rubbed Yelan's head, and asked aloud, "Madam came here so early, is there anything important?"

Madam Mu nodded.

"Since that's the case, let's go inside and talk about it." Yu Heng-jun finished speaking and took Ye Lan's hand into the yard.

As soon as she entered the yard, Mrs. Mu saw a row of red lanterns hanging on the eaves, and a lot of them were hung on the acacia tree. It looked like a family having a happy event in the mundane world. Everyone who saw it felt better.Mrs. Mu's heart is more at ease. The little apprentice Xianjun accepted is soft and sweet, and he has a good temper. He is a lively little doll. His Xuan Qing will not be too lonely in the future.

After entering the room, Mrs. Mu suddenly knelt down, and Ye Lan stretched out her hand to pull him in surprise. Mrs. Mu shook her head, raised her hand to touch his head, and bowed to Lord Yuheng, "I beg the immortal to accept Xuan!" Pure as disciples."

Mr. Yuheng's face was calm, as if he had expected it, he patted Ye Lan on the head, "Go to the yard to play for a while, and you are not allowed to climb trees alone."

Ye Lan nodded, turned and ran outside the house.Before leaving the door, he glanced at Mrs. Mu who was kneeling on the ground.

When Yelan left the door, Mr. Yuheng helped Mrs. Mu to the table and sat down, and brought her a cup of tea, "Immortal Sect is poor, Madam, is this one son willing?"

Mrs. Mu smiled wryly, "Xianjun, wouldn't it be hard for Xuanqing to stay here? An invisible little son, even his father thought it was difficult for him to inherit the family business and wanted to marry another good wife and have a second son. Waiting for the newcomer in the future Once we enter the gate, how will the life of our mother and child be better? I have no choice in this life, but Xuanqing is different. The fairy gate is poor, but the immortal king is kind. It’s good to be kicked out and homeless in the future.”

Saying that, Mrs. Mu knelt down again, "I beg Xianjun to take my son."

Jun Yuheng glanced at Ye Lan who was folding lanterns in the yard, and rubbed his hand holding the teacup. The five hundred disciples of the Shangqing Immortal Sect are the disciples and grandchildren of several elders. He is such a precious apprentice as Fuyuan. In the future, if there is a fight inside the door, there won't even be a helper... Hey, it's a little miserable.

Mr. Yuheng tightened his hand holding the teacup, and sneered in his heart. He guessed that no little bastard would dare to bully his apprentice. Thinking like this, he loosened his hand holding the teacup, and was about to refuse, but the corner of his eye caught him. The red lanterns in the courtyard, oh, his little apprentice likes to be lively, his mountain is so quiet that there are not even any birds, and when the little apprentice goes back, if he doesn't come out after being locked up for a year or so, his precious apprentice Don't you want to be alone in that deserted yard, tsk, it's still a bit miserable.

Thinking about it this way, Mr. Yuheng felt that it would be good to accept another one. He put the teacup in his hand back on the table, and stretched out his hand to help Mrs. Mu up, "I will take Fuyuan back to Shangqing in the future, and it will be difficult to say goodbye from now on." See you, Madam has something to say to your son as soon as possible in these two days." Jie Huo said╳

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Mu wept with joy, "Thank you, Xianjun, for your fulfillment."

Jun Yuheng got up and walked to the door of the house, looking at Ye Lan and Mu Xuanqing who were folding lanterns in front of the stone table in the yard, "You don't need to thank Madam, I already promised Ling Ci, but now I'm just fulfilling my promise."

Mrs. Mu entered the courtyard within half a cup of tea, and Mu Xuanqing groped for it. Yelan was folding a lantern in the courtyard, and when she saw him at the gate of the courtyard, she ran to help him.

Mu Xuanqing smiled and took his hand, "I heard from the servant girl in my mother's room that she came to look for Xianjun?"

Ye Lan brought him to the stone table in the yard and sat down, "Well, talk to Master in the room." After speaking, he leaned towards Mu Xuanqing, "Are you going to be my senior brother?"

Mu Xuanqing was taken aback, his mother told him about it yesterday afternoon, but he refused at that time, did his mother come to beg Xianjun now?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yelan thought he was worried that Lord Yuheng would not agree, so she reached out and patted him on the shoulder, acting like a little adult, "Don't worry, Master is the best, you will definitely be my senior brother. "

Mu Xuanqing laughed uncontrollably, "If you can really worship Xianjun as your master, then I should also be your junior brother."

Ye Lan was stunned, and asked anxiously, "Why."

Mu Xuanqing took his hand and said, "You joined Xianjun's sect before me, so you are a senior brother."

Ye Lan wondered, "Couldn't it be the younger brother?"

Mu Xuanqing shook his head, and Ye Lan's eyes turned red anxiously, "Is it really not possible?" Hearing that Ye Lan's voice was wrong, Mu Xuanqing quickly took him into his arms and said in a panic, "You, don't worry, I... "

Before he finished speaking, Ye Lan in his arms had been taken away by Mr. Yuheng. Ye Lan glanced at him in panic, and called out "Master."

Yuheng Jun felt a pain in his heart, and carried him back to the house.

Mu Xuanqing froze in place, and asked Madam Mu at a loss, "Mother, did I say something wrong?"

Mrs. Mu helped him up from the stool, and comforted him as she walked out of the courtyard, "No, if you really said something wrong, Xianjun is probably going to get angry. He loves that little apprentice the most, and you should take good care of that child in the future." ,do you know."

Mu Xuanqing frowned disapprovingly, "Mother, I won't go, I can't go while you and father are still here."

Mrs. Mu walked out of Mr. Yuheng's yard with her help, "Xuanqing, go back to the yard, and mother will tell you slowly."

Mu Xuanqing also knew that this was not a place to talk, so he could only follow Mrs. Mu back to the courtyard with his heart down.

After entering the room, Ye Lan anxiously grabbed the lapel of Jun Yuheng's chest and asked him, "Master, can't Master be a senior brother?"

Jun Yuheng hugged him and sat on the chair, reached out and patted him on the back, "Fu Yuan is not in a hurry, just speak slowly."

Ye Lan's eyes were red, and she worked hard to keep her voice steady, "Master, I don't want a junior, can you let Mr. Mu be a senior?"

Lord Yuheng paused for a moment and seemed to realize something, and asked slowly, "Why don't you want a junior brother?"

Ye Lan said with a trembling voice, "I promised Little Luobotou that he is the only younger brother. He is very narrow-minded. He would cry if he knew that I recognized other younger brothers." He held Yuheng Jun's hand again "Master, can you really not be a senior brother?"

Jun Yuheng's heart softened, his apprentice looked lively, active, cheerful and open-minded, but in fact he was sensitive and stubborn, and he didn't know if his temper was good or bad.

Jun Yuheng stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears he was holding back, "Why can't we, Fuyuan is so young, so we are juniors." Jun Yuheng pinched his nose again and shook, "Today is Master's birthday, You can't cry, you know."

Ye Lan stretched out both hands and rubbed her eyes vigorously, slipped down from Yuheng-jun's lap, ran to the bedside, picked up a small bundle and ran back, "Master, clothes."

Mr. Yuheng took over the burden, "Go to the yard to fold the lanterns for a while, and we will go out after changing the clothes for the teacher."

"Yeah." Ye Lan responded and ran out of the room.

Taking advantage of Jun Yuheng's changing clothes, Ye Lan took the red paper and folded a chubby paper crane. He was about to fold it, and Jun Yuheng went out of the house. Ye Lan turned her head and saw her eyes crooked , he ran to the steps in front of the house, looked up at Mr. Yuheng, "Master is so beautiful, very beautiful."

Lord Yuheng of Shangqing Sect has the nickname of "Half-Step Flying Immortal" in Xianmen. He is the only monk in the past 300 years who has successfully stepped into the tribulation stage before he was a hundred years old.It is said that the Nascent Soul is easy to tie, but the catastrophe is hard to overcome.Most of the monks from the Hundred Families of Immortal Sect died in the catastrophe during the Transcending Tribulation Period.

According to legend, on the day Yuheng Jun crossed the catastrophe, the catastrophe cloud billowed, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the posture was comparable to that of the fallen immortal's Nine Tribulations Divine Thunder. Seventy-seven and 49 thunders fell one after another, smashing a mountain bald, Yuheng Jun held the evil spirits, Standing on the spot with a calm expression, with a twist of his wrist, he chopped back the 49 thunderbolts one by one without haste.The robbery cloud dissipated, the dust settled, and Lord Yuheng walked down from the mountain in a blue and white robe that was not stained with dust.

Since then, Shangqing Gate has ranked first among the three great immortal gates.The half-step flying fairy—Jun Yuheng, has resounded through all the schools of Taoism. Anyone who has seen him will say: that person is very cold, and those who have never seen him will have heard that Mr. Yuheng is naturally stern and severe.

Such a person seems to be born with nothing to do with those bright colors, but right now he is wearing a light pink wide-sleeved gown embroidered with smoke and cloud patterns, covered with a layer of white mulberry silk gauze, and the light pink lined Yuheng Jun Even more handsome, even the eyebrows and eyes are three points softer.

Ye Lan frowned, jumped to Lord Yuheng in two steps, and took out the paper crane in his hand, "Master, birthday gift." This is the first paper crane he folded, and the edges and corners were not taken away. It can't stand upright, and if one is not careful, it can be torn apart.

Mr. Yuheng took the round paper crane, placed it carefully in his palm, then smiled slightly, and rubbed Yelan's head, "Master, I like it very much."

Ye Lan nodded with a smile, he liked it too.

On the second day after Yuhengjun's birthday, Mrs. Mu brought Mu Xuanqing to pay homage to her teacher, presumably because she knew the news that Master Mu was going to marry another virtuous wife, the smile on Mu Xuanqing's face became much lighter Mr. Yuheng thought he was his apprentice, so he left two bottles of life-prolonging pills for Mrs. Mu to make him feel at ease. Before Mu Xuanqing could thank him, he took Ye Lan's hand and walked out of the courtyard.

There is a small pear stall outside the opera garden of Lihuayuan. Yelan took a second look yesterday, but when the play was over, the peddler didn't know where to go with his burden.Mr. Yuheng thought about going to see it again today. They came early, and happened to meet the peddler carrying a load. The crispy pears in the basket were big, and the color looked very crisp. Mr. Yuheng picked them from inside. After buying one, I asked the peddler to borrow a pot of clean water, washed the pears and handed them to Yelan.

Ye Lan took a bite of the sweet and sour water head, and her smiling eyes almost narrowed. Seeing that he was eating happily, Lord Yuheng bent down and picked a lot from the basket.