Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

After returning to Yushu Peak, Ye Qingyi was exhausted physically and mentally.

He was lying softly on the warm couch, his eyes were slightly open, and his expression was empty. The letter sent to him by Xi Muhai and the bamboo stick in Xuan Moxiao's hand were floating in his mind alternately, disturbing him. Distraught, uneasy.

Was it Xuan Moxiao who killed someone?The succubi who let go?Why did he do this?Besides, he has no spiritual power...

But the disciple who woke up identified him, and the murder weapon could match.

Charming...he faintly remembered some strange things that happened on Luoqiong Terrace, and he didn't think much of it at first, but now that Jingxi Muhai reminded him, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

In the original novel, Xuan Moxiao was thoughtful, gloomy and evil, and after being blackened, he became a maddened big devil. Although the young devil looks harmless to humans and animals, could he have done something secretly...

The more Ye Qingyi thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more entangled he became. He originally wanted to let Xuan Moxiao go, so he had to discipline him, monitor him, and prevent him from growing into a big devil. Now that he thinks about it, this move Seems too risky.

He'd better not take the risk.

Ye Qingyi's eyes widened, and he called out, "Rong Lian."

Rong Lian pushed the door and walked in: "Master."

Ye Qingyi sighed softly and sat up straight: "Your brother Xuan was wronged today, you can make some good pastries and invite him to come and have a seat."

"Yes, Master." Rong Lian happily agreed, turned and left.

After about half a stick of incense, Xuan Moxiao set foot on Yushu Peak alone.

From afar, he saw Rong Lian busy in the small wooden hut outside Yilanxuan. The soup was boiling on the stove outside the wooden hut. The bitter herbal smell even overwhelmed the fragrance of orchids.

He quietly looked at Yilanxuan whose door was half closed, knowing that Ye Qingyi was waiting for him inside, but he hesitated to move forward.He just had a conflict with the disciples of Diancang Peak, and he had no choice but to make countless enemies. Now that Ye Qingyi is looking for him, what will happen?

He couldn't guess, walked out of the wooden house full of suspicion and caution, greeted Rong Lian and stepped into Yilanxuan.

"Uncle?" Xuan Moxiao knelt on the ground obediently, "Disciple Xuan Moxiao pays his respects to uncle."

Ye Qingyi, who was sitting cross-legged on the blanket drinking tea, looked sideways at Xuan Moxiao.

The warm sun at noon gently sprinkled on Xuan Moxiao's body through the screen window, covering his too thin body, as if to comfort him.

And that fair and immature face, with a hint of beauty in the qingjun, looked even more charming and dreamy under the warm pale golden sunlight.

Ye Qingyi looked at that handsome face and sighed faintly, then said with a light smile, "Xiao'er, you are here."

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao lowered his head obediently, "The disciple is here."

"Stop kneeling." Ye Qingyi patted the corner of the table, "Come and sit down."

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao got up slowly, walked to Ye Qingyi's side with nodding his head and lowered his eyes, and sat cross-legged on the blanket like Ye Qingyi.

Ye Qingyi looked at Xuan Moxiao who was keeping a certain distance from him, and said calmly: "You were wronged today, your senior brothers didn't make things difficult for you anymore, did they?"

After hearing this, Xuan Moxiao's face turned green: "Senior brothers are still kneeling in the school training ground. I begged Master, but Master refused to listen to me. In fact, I am not angry with senior brothers. Senior brothers don't like it." I, think that my cultivation base is poor, think that I am stupid, I can bear it, as long as the brothers allow me to have a place to live in Diancang Peak, the disciples will be very satisfied..."

When Xuan Moxiao said this, he was sincere, with a natural and sincere expression, not at all pretending, Ye Qingyi was silent for a moment, and said: "You don't have to be too cautious, your seniors are spoiled by your master, If it were your disciple under Master Du's seat, I would definitely not dare to do such a thing."

Xuan Moxiao remained silent.

Ye Qingyi smiled lightly and said: "In the future, if someone makes provocative words again, you just leave. You don't need to pay attention to it. If the other party is really annoying, you can go to your master. Your master loves you and will make decisions for you." .”

"Yes..." Xuan Moxiao replied in a low voice, "I understand the meaning of the uncle, but today Senior Brother Yan said bluntly that if I refuse to take action, I will destroy the Dharma book that the uncle gave me, disciple... I'm really sorry."

Ye Qingyi's heart tightened.

It turned out that he took the risk to take up the challenge in order to keep the copy of "Wan Zhen Xin Shuo".

Presumably this child cherishes that book so much, Ye Qingyi's heart warmed, but he didn't think about it, and said casually: "It's good that you are willing to learn the magic formula, but as a member of Dian Cang Peak Disciple, you must learn the celestial arts of the Diancang Peak lineage well, understand?"

"Disciple understands, master uncle don't worry." Xuan Moxiao said obediently.

Ye Qingyi smiled in satisfaction, raised his hand to refill Xuan Moxiao with a cup of tea, and asked casually: "Mo Xiao, Master, I saw that you play very beautifully with a stick, you are the Bishop of Xigu." Is it for you?"

Xuan Moxiao's always obediently drooping eyes trembled slightly.

He quietly clenched his hands folded in front of him, and nodded lightly: "Yes... Bishop Gu taught me some kung fu when I was young, but later, Master Gu refused to teach me because he thought I was clumsy..."

"Oh." Ye Qingyi said, "And then?"

Xuan Moxiao pursed his lower lip embarrassingly: "No one taught me, so my disciple secretly learned it. Gu Master was very angry when he saw that I was stealing it, and beat me up. After the beating, the disciple dared not steal it again. When I was a person, I practiced myself, and I used it as a..."

Ye Qingyi listened sourly to Xuan Moxiao's words.

He vaguely remembered that Xi Muhai said that Xuan Moxiao was extremely talented and learned things very quickly, Xi Muhai was concerned about this, so he refused to teach Xuan Moxiao to practice spells, and let him be ridiculed by everyone waste.

At this moment, like Xi Muhai in the past, he also hopes that Xuan Moxiao will be a "trash" who has no ability to hurt others.

"There are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life. Each of us can't choose our own destiny, but we can change our own destiny. Mo Xiao, your master wants you to have a good future, but even more wants you to be safe and happy. Master uncle is the same as you. I'm not strong enough, but in fact there are many interesting things to do on Yuqiong Mountain besides cultivating immortal arts. As for cultivating the Dao, you should do your best and don't need to be too persistent. The most important thing in life is to be free and happy."

Xuan Moxiao nodded half-understood: "The disciple will remember what the uncle said."

Ye Qingyi laughed at himself, he said so much, but he hoped that Xuan Moxiao would be a mediocre person, so that he could get the best of both worlds.

He knew his selfishness, and knew that his high-sounding words were just sugar-coated arsenic, but even if he couldn't bear it, he had to let Xuan Moxiao swallow it.

"Your senior brother made some snacks today, you can use some with your uncle, and take some back for your master to taste." Ye Qingyi said.

Xuan Moxiao was flattered: "Dim sum?"

"Yeah." Ye Qingyi asked, "You don't like it?"

"I like it, I like it." Xuan Moxiao was very shy, "Uncle Master likes any disciple."

Ye Qingyi smiled and said nothing, lowered her head, and silently took a sip of tea. Not long after, Rong Lian came in with a glazed tray and said with a smile, "Master, the dessert is ready."

"Well, put it here."

"Yes." Rong Lian hurried out after putting down her snacks, as if she still had work to do and was in a hurry.

Xuan Moxiao's gaze followed Rong Lian unnaturally, and then landed on the pastries placed on the table. Rong Lian made a variety of pastries, in different shapes and sizes, all of which were exquisite and small. And every dim sum is stamped with a small red seal.

Xuan Moxiao's eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked at the red seal.

"Try it." Ye Qingyi put a piece of jujube flower cake on the plate of Xuanmo Xiao, "this jujube flower cake is your best, Rong Rong, how would you like to try it?"

Xuan Moxiao looked up at the gentle Ye Qingyi, and reached for the bamboo chopsticks on the table.

His movements were extremely slow, so slow that Ye Qingyi's heart twitched.

Inside the piece of jujube flower cake, there is the magic lock pill that Du Zhong gave him.

As long as Xuan Moxiao continues to take it, no matter what Xuan Moxiao has done before, he can let it go, after all... a disciple who cannot master any spells is nothing to be afraid of.

Ye Qingyi suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and watched Xuan Moxiao pick up the chopsticks, but then put the chopsticks on the table.

"Uncle Master's medicine doesn't seem to be ready yet." Xuan Moxiao got up solemnly, "Uncle Master, this disciple boils the medicine first, after the medicine is cooked for Uncle Master, come taste the cakes."

As he spoke, he bowed to Ye Qingyi and wanted to leave.

Ye Qingyi glanced at the red shadow, and his heart sank: "Wait a minute."

Xuan Moxiao stopped abruptly, turned around, and looked at Ye Qingyi with a slightly flustered gaze: "Uncle Master..."

"Mo Xiao." Ye Qingyi said calmly, "Let's have some snacks first."

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