The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

"Ouyang Yun, you old man, you only prepared such a small amount of food, it's not enough for me to eat."

Ouyang Yun looked disgusted, rolled up his sleeves and started to refute.

"Then don't eat it."

"Hey, I won't."

Tang Jiusheng smiled, picked up the wine glass, looked at the peach blossoms around him, and said:

"You are good at choosing places. You must have given a lot of thought to this beautiful scenery, right?"

"It's just some magic tricks."

Ouyang Yun rubbed his forehead and said painfully: "What on earth blinded me that I agreed to your request?"

"What are you talking about? Wasn't this you who brought it up?"

Tang Jiusheng retorted unhappily: "You want to make it so complicated. An unexpected encounter would be more impressive to both of them... To be honest, if you have time, go check your brain. You're still thinking about romance at your age!"

"Get lost, you old thing."

Ouyang Yun waved his hands: "I suddenly feel really regretful now. Your pigs have eaten our cabbages, and it was me who planned it... The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. Let me drink."

"It's obvious that ours is the cheapest..." Tang Jiusheng argued in a very low voice.

He picked up the wine glass and drank with Ouyang Yun.

After finishing the glass of wine, Tang Jiusheng slowly opened his mouth and asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Don't you want your Mu Yunning to come to our Qiu Shui? Then why did you design such a scene and let me bring Jing Yan here to give them a surprise?"

"Yeah, who knows?"

Ouyang Yun smiled, but his smile was somewhat helpless.

"Who told her to? She likes it."

"As a master, I definitely hope that my apprentice can be happier. The rest is not important."

"Damn, that's quite a teacher."

Tang Jiusheng sighed angrily.

"Why, aren't all masters in the world like this?"

Tang Jiusheng: “?”

The figure of Yun Su appeared in his mind, and he remembered her clinging to Jing Yan, which seemed a little overly intimate.

Couldn't help but shook his head.

"Haha, let's not talk about this, drink, drink."

Tang Jiusheng chose not to get involved in this mess, and his main focus was to follow his heart.

He didn't want to be beaten again.

4. Follow Me (K)

The delicate girl's body hugged Jing Yan tightly, feeling hot and warm.

Even the fragrance of the ancient temple on the hair beside her ear seemed extremely familiar, and the scenes of the past were vivid in her mind.

Her wary eyes in the first snowy mountains.

Her expectant eyes beside the burning bonfire.

In the dim cave, her dim eyes.

Finally, her eyes, reflected under the silver moon, were holy yet confused.

Never like at this moment, she hugged and demanded, like stars falling into the water, her eyes were full of his eyes.

Jing Yan was at a loss for a moment.

Looking at the girl's snow-white hair, he raised his hand slightly, not daring to touch the girl's body, as that would seem a little impolite.

He just held his hands high, stiff as a rock, looking like a scarecrow with his soul taken away, frozen there.

"hug me."

Mu Yun curled up in Jing Yan's arms, like a little animal, greedily inhaling the familiar scent. Noticing Jing Yan's body paused, she leaned close to the boy's ear and spoke in a sweet voice.

She turned her arm slightly, and the girl's slender white arm held Jingyan's hand, and placed his hand, which was raised high and seemed a little embarrassed, on her waist.

Mu Yunning's waist is very soft.

Not a trace of fat.

Like warm jade, even through a layer of clothes, I could still feel her skin that was as cool as snow, yet extremely smooth.

The drinkers around were all stunned. The originally noisy pub became extremely quiet. They all looked at the scene before them.

"Get lost, what are you daydreaming about? Do you still want your wages? Do you still want the chicken legs?! Stop looking at me, quickly turn your gaze away and pretend nothing happened!"

A voice sounded in their minds, it was Tang Jiusheng.

As he spoke, Lao Bi Deng patted Ouyang Yun who was drinking and said, "Look at the extras you found. They have no professional qualities at all and are so easily surprised."

Ouyang Yun glanced at him and said, "Who said this was an extra I found?"

Tang Jiusheng: “Ah?”

"This was originally a pub, I just happened to choose this place. What are you talking about?" Ouyang Yun looked at Tang Jiusheng with a look of defiance.

"what--?"

He was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

......

......

Mu Yunning felt that she had a lot to say.

During the retreat, he once sat on the highest snow-capped mountain in Qinglan, looking at the endless snow and repeating what he wanted to say in his mind thousands of times.

She thought about a lot, from everything under the sun to everything beneath the surface, from daily gossip to intimate conversations, as if she wanted to express all the thoughts in her mind.

Language is the action that best reflects thoughts.

She wanted to express all her love for Jing Yan.

But not enough.

The clouds were not enough, the snow was not enough, the moonlight was not enough, and what she wanted to say to Jingyan was far from enough.

The thoughts in her mind cannot be expressed in words.

In the eyes of the junior brothers and sisters of Qinglan Sword Sect, their senior sister Mu Yun is a cold and taciturn saint.

In Ouyang Yun's eyes, Mu Yunning was a child with a somewhat withdrawn personality. He was always cold and alone, staring blankly.

But only she herself knows that she is actually a strange child who longs to be loved and cared for.

It's just that she doesn't know how to express her thoughts to others.

She is not good at expressing herself.

Even though she had thought of many things to say and had imagined and rehearsed the scenes of meeting Jing Yan many times, but now that the moment came, she didn't know how to start.

She couldn't utter a word, she could only hold him tightly, making a soft moan and burying her face in the boy's chest.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The result is that the words of the sutra are spoken first.

He slowed down, gently stroked the soft white hair of the girl in his arms, and spoke with a smile.

"Hello...long time no see."

Mu Yunning's eyes were dull and she didn't know what to say. The words she had thought of before were piled up in her mouth and she couldn't utter a single word. She could only continue speaking along with Jing Yan's words.

"Are you ok?"

"I am fine, and you?"

"I am fine too."

"..."

The two of them asked questions one by one, and I thought the atmosphere would become awkward, but Jing Yan knocked on Mu Yunning's head and suddenly asked.

"Why are you here?"

"Passing by..."

"Passing by a tavern? When did you learn to drink?" Jing Yan pretended to be angry.

"I don't want to drink..." Mu Yunning covered her head and said timidly, "I just feel like I'll miss something if I don't go in."

"And then you came in?"

"Well, then I saw you...it seems my hunch was right."

Mu Yunning blinked, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved up, but soon, as if she remembered something, she also asked Jing Yan: "What about you, why are you here?"

"This all started with an old guy who liked to drink and drive." Jing Yan rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Tang Jiusheng brought me here, and then he left me here and disappeared."

"why?"

Mu Yunning asked curiously, "What's the matter with you going out?"

"Yes, there is."

Jing Yan spread his hands.

"I'm going to see an old friend."

"What old friend?"

Mu Yunning's eyes were a little hazy. She didn't know why, but her originally smart brain became stupid after seeing Jing Yan.

"Disciples from other sects."

"What sect? Male or female? Is he as pretty as me?"

Mu Yunning asked with some caution, but she regretted it as soon as she asked.

I don't seem to have the right to care about so many things. This is Jingyan's private matter.

Jing Yan smiled, with some ill intent in his eyes, as if he was teasing the keeper of the cubs and deliberately pretending to laugh.

"A sect comparable to Qiu Shui, with a female disciple, and she looks so..."

Jing Yan looked at Mu Yunning, pretending to be hesitant, and said slowly: "On par with you!"

Mu Yunning's expression changed from confusion to questioning, and then from questioning to puzzlement. Finally, a glimmer of light appeared in the corners of her eyes, and she looked like she was about to cry.

She clutched the collar of Jingyan's shirt tightly and said in a depressed tone.

"Then...will you not want me? I will be more obedient."

The scriptures say it is like being struck by lightning.

He suddenly felt that he was such a rude person and wanted to slap himself twice - why tease the girl in front of him for no reason, she would really take it seriously.

So, he held Mu Yunning's hand and explained seriously: "The sect is called Qinglan Sword Sect, and the disciple is called Mu Yunning. What a coincidence, he has the same name as you."

Mu Yunning blinked, her mind seemed to be a little confused.

"But......"

she said quietly.

"I am the only Mu Yunning in the Qinglan Sword Sect. There is no one else."

"That's strange, who could it be?" Jing Yan looked at the ceiling, pretending to be at a loss as he pondered.

"Um......"

Mu Yunning thought for a moment and finally realized that it was Jing Yan who was teasing her.

So the girl bit her lips, puffed up her cheeks, and tapped the boy's chest gently like an annoyed little animal.