The sick beauty and the master are always collapsing

In fact, Yan Xingjun was not so afraid of thunder. What he was afraid of was loneliness. Although he had always been like this during his long journey of cultivating immortals, he never felt that there was any problem.

Until I met the little apprentice.

The little apprentice is obedient and kind, and treats him extraordinarily well, Yan Xingjun can't help thinking, why is there such a person in the world as the little apprentice.

One day,? He can't help but let out the "beast" in his heart, and tell his heart to the little apprentice. If he can't control himself at that time,? If he wants to keep the little apprentice by his side, it will be finished.

He is an immortal in the Qing and Han Dynasties, and no one in the comprehension world would dare to talk about him,? Not necessarily the little apprentice.

Being accused of "demagoguery"? This is not what Yan Xingjun wants to see.

Besides, if it doesn't work, wouldn't it mean that even the master and apprentice can't do it.

Just like the words Yan Xingjun chose for Gu Yuan, Yan Xingjun hopes that the little apprentice can be clean and upright, have no worries for the rest of his life, and do whatever he wants.

He thought,? He needs a little time to find out what the little apprentice is thinking,? But if the little apprentice is a little bit unwilling, he will try his best to suppress himself from opening the mouth.

He wants what the little apprentice wants, and he can do it all.

Cultivation is,? Emotions are also.

Yan Xingjun took Gu Yuan's hand with a little force, his joints turned white, Yan Xingjun asked in a low voice, "In the future, there will be thunder and rain, can the little apprentice accompany you as a teacher?"

Although he didn't know what the master was thinking, but the master didn't know how to hide his micro-expression, his brows were tightly knit together, he didn't say anything, but he almost expressed his entanglement.

Gu Yuan is not a person who thinks of others, not to mention that Master's lies are too easy to be exposed.

Master has probably never used the method of lowering his body to gain sympathy from others, maybe even a child can see it.

Gu Yuan thought about it, but still clenched Yan Xingjun's hand tightly.

In the cold weather, Yan Xingjun's hands were colder than the night. After the master was warmed up a little, Gu Yuan said: "If there is no thunder or rain, the disciple can also accompany me."

"Master has orders, so don't dare to disobey." Gu Yuan said with a smile, "It's cold outside, disciples should accompany Master back first."

With that said, Gu Yuan took off his coat and put it on Yan Xingjun.

Yan Xingjun grabbed his coat, nodded and said hello, and with a wave of his hand, the puppet was randomly thrown to the corner of Zangshu Pavilion.

Back at the place where Yan Xingjun lived, Yan Xingjun was sitting on the stool, his hair was scattered behind him, Yan Xingjun turned his head unaccustomed, and just about to tie up his hair, he remembered that the hair rope seemed to be taken away by the little apprentice.

He put down his hand, turned his head and stared at Gu Yuan with bright eyes.

Gu Yuan met Yan Xingjun's eyes, stood beside the master almost with a smile on his face, and asked softly, "Do you need your apprentice to make the bed for the master?"

This reminded Yan Xingjun of the previous question.

If making a bed equals sleeping, then...

Yan Xingjun shook his head, "No, let's practice as a teacher."

"Okay." Gu Yuan asked, "Does Master still have hair ropes?"

Yan Xingjun pointed to a place, "It's over there."

Most of the colors of Yan Xingjun's hair ropes are very plain. It is estimated that the red hair rope this time is the most colorful among all the hair ropes of Master.

Gu Yuan took a quick glance, took out one that matched the color of Shizun's clothes today, and went back behind Shizun.

He stretched out his hand and brushed Master's hair.

The scent of bamboo belonging to Yan Xingjun dissipated at once. Gu Yuan took out a comb from the side and combed it from top to bottom. After repeated several times, Gu Yuan's fair fingers kept running through the black hair, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. stand up.

Yan Xingjun asked tremblingly, "Little apprentice, are you alright?"

"Master's hair is a little knotted." Gu Yuan asked, "Is the hair of Master's body also like this?"

This is slander! !

Yan Xingjun replied quickly, "No, the hair on the teacher's body is soft."

Master is too easy to deceive.

A smile flashed across Gu Yuan's eyes, "Oh?"

Yan Xingjun said: "In the future, the little apprentice will know."

"Okay." Gu Yuan replied.

After making sure that the hair was all in order, Gu Yuan tied up Yan Xingjun's hair, pushed it away a few steps, and said, "Okay."

There is a bronze mirror on Yan Xingjun's table. In this direction, Yan Xingjun can just see two figures in the bronze mirror.

One person's hand was moving flexibly through the other's hair, and the black hair was tightly wrapped around the white fingers, just like Yan Xingjun's heart, unwilling to let go easily.

Gu Yuan was very close to Yan Xingjun, perhaps because he noticed that the master was distracted, Gu Yuan raised his eyes to follow Yan Xingjun's gaze, and naturally saw the appearance in the bronze mirror.

Yan Xingjun avoided the little apprentice's gaze as if on fire, and when the little apprentice looked away, he couldn't help but look at the bronze mirror again.

He saw that Gu Yuan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on his skin, the little apprentice blinked very slowly, obviously he was just combing his hair, but he looked very serious.

The candle flame flickered, this moment was infinitely elongated and became eternity.

It wasn't until his hair was tied up that Yan Xingjun said with emotion, "No wonder you always like to write those pictures in your mortal dialect..."

Yan Xingjun suddenly realized what he was talking about, his neck and ears turned red, and he hurriedly shut his mouth, not daring to say more.

Gu Yuan pulled Yan Xingjun to stand up, took off the jacket on the master, and added warm clothes inside.

Immortal cultivators are not afraid of the cold, and when Gu Yuan felt the temperature of Yan Xingjun's body, he couldn't help but start to worry, the master is so weak, if he really catches a cold, he might suffer.

Gu Yuan asked, "What to draw?"

Yan Xingjun said: "Painting—a beautiful appearance."

Gu Yuan glanced at the master in the bronze mirror, and said with a smile, "Master, is he praising himself? But the face of the master is indeed hard to match in the cultivation world."

"The teacher is talking about the little apprentice!" Yan Xingjun replied with a shy face, "The little apprentice is so handsome, and the teacher is obviously a little foolish."

Gu Yuan glanced at the master in the bronze mirror again, put his hand on Yan Xingjun's shoulder, and at the same time leaned his head on the master's shoulder, leaning his head in Yan Xingjun's direction.

Judging from the shadow of the bronze mirror, there is a feeling of ear-to-eye contact.

Gu Yuan said softly: "Only the peony is truly a country, and when it blooms, it moves the capital [1]."

Yan Xingjun blushed and said, "Rebel, what nonsense are you talking about, how dare you make fun of me as a teacher?"

It's just that he didn't dare to say too much anymore, Yan Xingjun looked away with a guilty conscience, and thought that what he said in the future would have to be rethought in his brain, if he can come back this time, he may not be so lucky next time.

What he actually wanted to say was the beauty, it was obviously a thrush.

——No wonder the picture books always love to write about the cases of thrushes.

It turns out that two people doing this kind of thing in reality can really make his heart pound.

Just combing his hair can do this. If he really faced each other and looked at each other, just imagining it, he would feel as if he had done something wrong and his whole body would become hot.

Gu Yuan smiled, but didn't reply.

Seeing the evasive expression of the master, he reckoned that what the master wanted to say should not be this sentence.

What would it be?

Flower—transformation—painting...

thrush?

Zhang Chang Thrush?

Gu Yuan shook his head, thinking that he really thought too much.

After a few more days, the head of the Yueyu Sect finally returned to the Yueyu Sect.His complexion didn't look very good. After dismissing the disciples of the Moon Feather Sect who had returned, he went back to his room and shut the door.

Many disciples and peak masters went to visit, but they were all rejected by the master of Yueyu sect.

Naturally, Gu Yuan also heard the news, but he is Yan Xingjun, the apprentice of the Qing Han Xianzun, so what does the Moon Feather Sect have to do with him?

After Yan Xingjun heard about it, he first made sure that all the disciples sent out by the Moon Feather Sect had come back intact. After getting the conclusive news, the Sect Master of the Moon Feather Sect retreated and there was no news for a long time, so he called the little disciples to visit with him .

It's just that before the two of them walked out of Qingxuan Peak, the Patriarch of Yueyu Sect came to Qingxuan Peak first.

Qingxuan Peak's large array was mainly used to stop those troublesome disciples and peak masters looking for trouble, and did not set up to block the master of Yueyu Sect.

The three of them just met at the gate of Qingxuan Peak.

The Sect Master of Yueyu Sect was just about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of Gu Yuan beside him from the corner of the eye, thinking that this was the gate of Qingxuan Peak, and there were countless pairs of eyes watching around him, so he retracted his words, nodded and shouted, "Yan Xingjun."

Suppressing his anger, he didn't call Qing Han Xianzun, but directly called Yan Xingjun's name.

Yan Xingjun replied indifferently: "Sovereign."

Lead the Patriarch of Yueyu Sect into Qingxuan Peak.

Although the head of the Yueyu Sect was dissatisfied with Yan Xingjun, he still had some trust in Yan Xingjun's strength. He knew that entering Qingxuan Peak meant that what they said would be blocked, and people outside would not be able to hear it.

He glanced at Gu Yuan and said, "I have something to talk to your master."

Gu Yuan smiled and didn't move.

The head of the Yueyu Sect said again: "You can step down now."

Gu Yuan said: "The suzerain came aggressively, and the disciple is afraid that the master will be in trouble."

Master's body is just a slap-sized rabbit, and now his life is still tied to the formation, and his cultivation has been halved. Gu Yuan can rest assured that Master is facing the Moon Feather Sect Master alone.

The head of the Yueyu Sect laughed angrily, "So you don't plan to leave?"

He turned his head to look at Yan Xingjun, gritted his teeth and said, "Immortal Master Qinghan, you have taken in a good apprentice."

"Huh?" Yan Xingjun's eyes twitched, and he couldn't hide his joy, "Indeed, I know how to protect Master."

Yue Yuzong flicked his sleeves fiercely, "It's just what I'm going to say later, your apprentice is not suitable to be present."

"On Qingxuan Peak, we are the two masters and apprentices." Yan Xingjun replied, "If the suzerain has anything to say, just say it."

"Good! Good! Good!"

This didn't seem to make any sense to the master and apprentice, so the head of the Yueyu Sect simply asked, "Are you aware of the rumors in the cultivation world?"

Yan Xingjun said: "What rumors? Rumors that these disasters were caused by the Qing Han immortals? Or rumors that the disciples of the deity are ominous omens?"

Speaking of which, Yan Xingjun even changed his name.

Standing on the spot with his back straight, like a green pine that cannot be blown down by strong winds, he looked at the Yueyu Sect Master without hesitation, and said, "If you are talking about these things, I know."

The head of the Yueyu Sect glared at Yan Xingjun, and said word by word: "You already knew, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you accept Gu Yuan as a disciple?! Do you know that he will bring disaster to the Moon Feather Sect?! He will..."

He will kill you, destroy the Moon Feather Sect, and finally slaughter the entire cultivation world.

Gu Yuan is a demon, a doomed demon—his double pupils are the best proof.

Yan Xingjun smiled and said, "This deity also knows."

Yan Xingjun approached the suzerain of Yueyu Sect step by step, "It seems that the suzerain doesn't know enough."

"The apprentice of this deity is not only a calamity in the cultivation world, but also a catastrophe on the ruthless path of this deity."

"According to the hexagram, the deity he will harm will no longer be able to practice the ruthless way, and the deity will eventually die because of it."

Gu Yuan stayed for a while.

Yan Xingjun continued: "But the hexagrams also show that he will be the last hope of the Yueyu Sect."

He turned his head to look at Gu Yuan, and said with a smile, "There is one more thing I lied to you as a teacher, I forgot to tell you..."

"Would you hate my deity for accepting you as a disciple at the beginning, and have other thoughts?"

Gu Yuan asked: "If the hexagram points to someone else, will Master accept him as a disciple?"

Yan Xingjun shook his head: "No, as a teacher, I only lied to you about these two things, and I didn't hide anything else."

He said that he would not accept others as his disciples. If that person was not Gu Yuan, at most he would hold him under Qingxuan Peak, and he would never accept him as his disciple.

Gu Yuan had guessed this point a long time ago, no one in the world would be nice to another person for no reason.

Even blood relationship did not bind him to his parents and brother, let alone two strangers.

Gu Yuan smiled and asked again, "Does Master still have other thoughts?"

Yan Xingjun was startled.

He is really serious to his little apprentice, and has other plans.

Only the picture is different.

He figured...

The heart of the little apprentice.

The author has something to say: Master: This is not only a sub-question, but also a proposition

[1] "Appreciating Peony" Liu Yuxi

In front of the court, the peony demon is incompetent, and the Chishang Fuyu is pure.

Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when the flowers bloom.

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