Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

The bright red hi silk decorates the peaceful Yingxue Peak with a beam of joy. The disciples came and went, with all kinds of utensils painted with dragon and phoenix auspicious patterns in their hands, which was a lively scene.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." As soon as Geng Qingyang took his seat in the main hall, he said "tsk" three times in a row, and couldn't help laughing: "Ting Yun-Jun, I didn't expect you to like this tune."

The red, the green, the gold and the jade are all over the hall. No one who has just arrived can imagine that this is the famous Lingshan Xianfeng in the Xiu Xian world.

Ye Tingjiang didn't have any superfluous expressions, and said lightly: "This is the marriage custom of getting married in the world."

"Xianzun Yuelin, who looks like an immortal, was ruined by your big red." Geng Qingyang glanced at Ye Tingjiang and said casually.

After the **** battle, Geng Qingyang saw Mu Chuihan's swordsmanship. Even though Geng Qingyang was the least willing to admit defeat in his life, he could only stubbornly say "amazing".

Then he often touted Immortal Venerable Yuelin inexplicably. The head of the Guiyi Sect had a cocoon in his ears, and even had the urge to expel this junior brother to the Mochizong Sect.

Not long after, Geng Qingyang received the shocking news that Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan shared an invitation for the ceremony.

To be honest, Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan were close, and Geng Qingyang didn't notice it when he was in the sea of ​​blood. Therefore, he should have been mentally prepared.

However, Geng Qingyang was not very good-tempered, and he was not very popular with female cultivators. In the past, he always comforted himself. In any case, Ye Tingjiang was less attractive to women than him. As long as he was alone for a day, Ye Tingjiang would never find a Taoist companion.

Who knows, Ye Tingjiang is not close to women, just because his hobby is to like men!

After receiving the invitation, Geng Qingyang saw Ye Tingjiang even more displeased. Looking at the dazzling red mountains all over the place, I suddenly felt that this taste was unbearable, it must have been thought of by Ye Tingjiang, and he had to use these vulgar things to contaminate the Immortal Venerable Ruyue Gaohua.

"Jun Tingyun, is Immortal Venerable not here today?" The head of Guiyi Clan knew he couldn't control his junior brother's mouth, so he sneered and changed the subject.

"Baihuagu has newly received some spirit tea, and he went to taste the tea." Ye Tingjiang recalled Mu Chuihan's remarks: "It is said that the tea art has not been refined for a long time, for fear that it will be abandoned."

"Xianzunya loves the tea ceremony," the head of Guiyi said with a smile, "It just so happens that I still have some good tea there, and I will give it to the two of you to taste it another day."

Ye Tingjiang nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your kindness."

"Xianjun!" A somewhat excited voice sounded from outside the main hall, the next moment the door was pushed open, and a 17- or 18-year-old boy in fresh clothes broke in: "Look, I brought it back from Shangzhi. tea…”

Before he finished speaking, he saw that in addition to Ye Tingjiang, there were two acquaintances sitting in the main hall.

Mu Chuihan stopped talking abruptly, stood beside Ye Tingjiang obediently, and asked hello with great interest: "I have seen two immortals..."

His side is quiet and docile, like a freshly baked pastel vase. Seeing his face, Geng Qingyang widened his eyes uncontrollably, and jumped up from his seat: "Fuyan?"

The disciple who was taken by Ye Tingjiang to Yunze Drinking Club was Fuyan!

According to the rumors, wasn't he dead long ago? Could it be that this is... a corpse fraud?

Geng Qingyang felt terrified all over, and shivered.

The always steady head of the Guiyi Sect was also stunned: "This is...?"

"Yes..." This time, even Ye Tingjiang paused for a while, then glanced at Mu Chuihan with a low eyebrow, and said helplessly: "It's the little disciple Fuyan."

To be honest, even Ye Tingjiang was stunned when Mu Chuihan appeared like this. Fuyan and Mu Chuihan were born very similar, but according to their appearance and age, as well as those completely different eyes, they were still able to distinguish the two of them.

At the moment, what Mu Chuihan is using is the shell of Fuyan.

Although this body had already been riddled with holes because it couldn't bear Mu Chuihan's spiritual power, but fortunately, Shang Zhi was good at searching for the spiritual materials of heaven and earth. Ling search grass.

With this Lingsou grass, Mu Chuihan repaired Fuyan's body, but he had never used it before, and this was the first time he appeared in Fuyan's face.

Unexpectedly, I just bumped into the return door to visit.

"You're not dead?" Geng Qingyang frowned, looking at Mu Chuihan in disbelief. It was obvious that no one in the world of immortality knew that Ye Tingjiang's little disciple in the furnace had blocked the sect master's attack for him, and he had already died in Huangquan.

"Thank you for your concern, Qingyang-Jun." Mu Chuihan smiled and said, "I was only seriously injured and sick before, but now I'm doing fine."

After speaking, he looked back at Ye Tingjiang: "Right, Master?"

The word "Master" has a long ending, and it sounds like a playful tone of young people.

"Exactly." Ye Tingjiang lied hard for Mu Chuihan: "Fuyan is weak and has been resting in bed before... There may be some rumors in the outside world."

Ye Tingjiang lied in vain, and his whole body was unnatural.

However, neither Geng Qingyang nor the head of the Guiyi Clan went into depth, nor did they doubt the authenticity of Ye Tingjiang's words.

After all, Fuyan was standing in front of them now, and they couldn't think of any other explanation.

"It turns out that..." The head of the Guiyi Sect was a little apologetic: "We misunderstood before."

After all, asking him blatantly in front of the main lord why he didn't die, no matter how he heard it, they would be rude.

"It's okay." Ye Tingjiang waved his hand.

Geng Qingyang still had that stunned expression. He glanced at the mountains full of joyous silk outside, and was only shocked: "Ye Tingjiang, aren't you going to share a loan with Immortal Venerable Yuelin?"

After a long time, it turns out that the old lover is not dead yet.

Geng Qingyang let out a burst of anger for no reason, but felt that Immortal Venerable Yuelin must have been deceived, and looked at Ye Tingjiang even more indignantly: "You don't think that what you are doing is simply... it is..."

He stammered angrily.

What's more, he didn't like this Fuyan at all. When they first met Yunze, Fuyan was still blind and dumb, but even if he couldn't speak, he could scolded him arrogantly.

Geng Qingyang felt that Xianzun and Ye Tingjiang were already wronged to marry, let alone endure such a disciple.

Ye Tingjiang was about to respond, but received a voice transmission from Mingzheng, inviting him to discuss matters in Linxianzong.

He stood up, and his words changed: "I have something to do for the time being, so I can't accompany you."

Ye Tingjiang told the truth that he wanted to see off guests, but he didn't know that this was a clear escape in Geng Qingyang's ears. Geng Qingyang slapped the table angrily: "You!"

"Qingyang!" The head of the Guiyi Clan quickly stopped him: "We've been harassing for a long time, it's time to say goodbye."

"Senior brother, he..." Geng Qingyang was about to say.

"Master, go do your work first. I will entertain the guests for you." Mu Chuihan stood up and stood between Geng Qingyang and Ye Tingjiang. He looked at Ye Tingjiang with tender eyes like water, not only his disciple's admiration, but also his unresolved love.

This look made Ye Tingjiang tremble slightly.

He always felt that Mu Chuihan would cause him some strange trouble again.

"Master, let's go." Mu Chuihan shouted more and more lingeringly: "Don't worry about it here."

Ye Tingjiang couldn't hear Mu Chuihan calling Master at all, so he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, and disappeared directly on the Yingxue Peak.

Now there are only three of them left in the main hall. Mu Chuihan picked up the teapot and wanted to pour tea for Geng Qingyang and the head of Guiyi.

The sect master immediately blocked the mouth of the cup with his hand and waved his hand politely: "Don't bother little friend, we should go too."

Mu Chuihan nodded and greeted him, "I'll see you off."

But Geng Qingyang didn't cooperate at all. He was dragged by his senior brother and took two steps outside. He couldn't help but said to Mu Chuihan beside him, "Hey, Fuyan, Jun Tingyun is going to share a loan with Immortal Moon Lin."

The head just wanted to help his forehead, this Yingxuefeng was full of red silk, something that was clear at a glance, could it be that Fuyan didn't know?

Why should his junior brother be in trouble?

"I know." Mu Chuihan accompanied them on the way down the mountain. Hearing Geng Qingyang's words, he raised his head and showed a very light and light smile. His voice was also very light: "I know."

Although he just repeated these words, his whole person contained a sense of fragility, as if he would shatter if he said one more sentence.

"You..." Geng Qingyang had only seen his eloquent appearance, and he had never eaten this set before. He couldn't say the mocking words he had planned.

"Qingyang-Jun," Mu Chuihan's eyes were sad and pleading, "I understand what you mean. I'm just a little disciple, and I'm very soft-spoken, how dare I want to destroy them... I will definitely in the future. Abide by your duty and will never disturb Immortal Venerable He and Master."

He said this cautiously, and at the end, he had to sigh lowly and add: "As long as... I can stay by Master's side."

Geng Qingyang felt a little uncomfortable hearing this. Thinking that Yunze could drink, although Ye Tingjiang's methods were despicable and blocked Fuyan's vision and voice, he had to say that he held this disciple in the palm of his hand and regarded it as a treasure. Geng Qingyang stabbed a few words casually, and Ye Tingjiang had to draw his sword at him.

In the final analysis, this Fuyan was also the first to come, but now Ye Tingjiang has abandoned it like a shoe, which is really embarrassing.

Geng Qingyang didn't hate Fuyan so much for a while, but felt that it was Ye Tingjiang's fault after all.

The head of the Guiyi Sect had no intention of interfering in other people's housework, for fear that Geng Qingyang would get into trouble again, so he hurriedly took his junior and younger brothers away without waiting for Mu Chuihan to speak again.

So when Ye Tingjiang returned to Yingxue Peak, he only saw Mu Chuihan drinking tea alone in the main hall.

"Try it?" Mu Chuihan handed out a delicate cup to Ye Tingjiang: "Brewed new tea from Uncle Shangzhi..."

Ye Tingjiang understood, Mu Chuihan didn't plan to come out of the Fuyan state for a while.

He took the cup, looked at Mu Chuihan's expectant eyes, and smacked his lips, "Hmm...it smells like strong tea."

It's not that he doesn't want to talk about it, but Ye Tingjiang really doesn't know about tea tasting. It's the same for everything he drinks. In the end, he can only squeeze out such a comment dryly.

Mu Chuihan smiled happily, this smile made Ye Tingjiang feel that something had changed faintly.

Of course, Ye Tingjiang stayed at Yingxuefeng for a few more days, and he didn't feel any difference.

He almost forgot about it.

Until one day, when he went down the mountain for some business, he overheard a few monks talking loudly, all of them smiling secretly and ambiguous.

"Have you heard that, Tingyun-jun's disciple of the furnace is not dead!"

"Hehe, isn't this the old lover of Lord Tingyun, then he still wants to borrow it with Immortal Venerable?"

"Of course! It's just a pity that the little disciple is so infatuated, that he doesn't want to leave Jun Tingyun."

"I would like to know what charm Ting Yun-jun has, and how can he coax this new love and old love into a circle, and even the high-level Immortal Venerable is dead on to him."

"Bah." A cultivator spat at him: "Jun Qingyang said that he is just messing with flowers, maybe he's pouring some ecstasy soup..."

Ye Tingjiang didn't listen any more and left the place silently.

He was suddenly relieved, and a word "surely" appeared in his heart.

Sure enough, it was his reputation that was ruined a bit.

Fortunately, after more experience, it doesn't matter...

The author has something to say: Xianzun: Just brewed tea, try it?

Teacher Ye: It's still a familiar taste...

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