Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day - Chapter 35

Mu Chuihan felt that Xiaoyou’s time was strange.

For example, just after Ye Tingjiang closed his forefoot, Xiaoyou held his hand on his back foot, with tears in his eyes.

Mu Chuihan was flustered by the sight: “What, what’s wrong?”

Xiaoyou said deeply: “Thank you for your great kindness. Mistress will be of use to me in the future.

Mu Chuihan was stunned: “Huh?”

Ye Tingjiang didn’t seem to have such a big reaction. Could it be that he was using Xiaoyou’s mouth to thank him?

He asked, “Did Tingyun-Jun tell you?”

“How come?” Xiaoyou hurriedly clarified: “My master wouldn’t talk nonsense like this, I guessed it!”

Mu Chuihan was even more puzzled: “Then you guessed quite well…”

Xiaoyou doesn’t seem to want to mention more details, her face is a little red for no reason: “Don’t talk, you go to rest!”

Then he was pushed into the room by Xiaoyou and lay on the bed in broad daylight.

Because Ye Tingjiang didn’t know how long he was going to retreat, Mu Chuihan felt bored, so he discussed with Xiaoyou: “How about giving me a few days of Feifei?”

He put Feifei on the quilt, and the cat exploded its fur, showing its teeth and claws at him.

Mu Chuihan felt that his request was quite unreasonable, and just by looking at Feifei, he knew that he would definitely disagree.

But very unexpectedly, Xiaoyou immediately politely jumped five steps away from Feifei, very sincere: “Of course, this is your pet!”

Mu Chuihan: “Oh…”

Feifei’s mouth widened, revealing two small teeth, and her big eyes almost popped out.

Its playmate, without even the slightest hesitation, handed it over to the wicked owner?

Xiaoyou cast an apologetic look, and Feifei turned her head and decided to break up with him for a day.

Mu Chuihan happily sucked most of the cats, and when it was time for dinner, he wanted to get out of bed to find something to eat, but was stopped by the head of the bed when Xiaoyou suddenly rushed in.

Xiaoyou cautiously said: “Don’t move! Let me come!”

Under Mu Chuihan’s shocked gaze, he carried a huge plate into the room. The plate was filled with millet porridge, purple rice porridge, red bean porridge and a bowl of lean meat porridge.

Looking at the four bowls of colorful porridge, Mu Chuihan felt that half of his appetite had gone.

He struggled to open his mouth: “Uh, Xiaoyou, how did you come up with such a, um, interesting recipe?”

If nothing else, at least he has never seen anyone who can drink four bowls of porridge in one go.

Seeing his reaction, Xiaoyou felt a little embarrassed: “Don’t you like it? I actually want you to pick a bowl…”

Mu Chuihan tried his best to be kind to Yan Yuese: “Do you only know how to cook porridge? It doesn’t matter, it’s good to know how to make porridge. But let me come today…”

Xiaoyou stopped him again, and said stubbornly: “No! What do you want to eat, tell me, I can!”

“That’s it,” Mu Chuihan followed his heart and reported the name of the dish: “Fish head with chopped peppers, hair and blood are prosperous…”

“No!” Xiaoyou immediately refused: “You should eat something lighter.”

As he said that, his eyes involuntarily looked towards the quilt.

Mu Chuihan didn’t notice Xiaoyou’s unspeakable eyes, he scoured his entire head, and finally asked tentatively, “Mapo tofu, is it light?”

At least dip in tofu, which is much better than big fish and big meat.

Xiaoyou wrinkled his face into a ball, and the way he was preaching made him see the shadow of Suixing in a trance: “Can you cherish and cherish your body?”

Mu Chuihan scratched his head: “I think my health is fine.”

Although he used some spiritual power in the fantasy world, it was a bit counterproductive, but he would not be sick in bed.

Ting Yunjun couldn’t see it in retreat, and he didn’t have the heart to pretend to be tender.

“Don’t be brave.” Xiaoyou’s eyes were like torches, as if he could see through all the disguises in the world: “Leave everything to me.”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

In the ruthless ridicule of Feifei, Mu Chuihan speculated that there was something wrong with Xiaoyou, and it will probably be fine tomorrow. He was about to drink porridge resignedly when Xiaoyou reappeared.

Bring a bigger plate. It was replaced with shredded chicken porridge, pork ribs porridge, and a variety of seafood porridge.

Mu Chuihan wanted to cry but had no tears. How could he tell Xiaoyou clearly, the problem was not the seasoning, but the “porridge”.

…

Just when Mu Chuihan thought that Xiaoyou’s anomaly ended there, and was about to fall asleep to spend a magical day, Xiaoyou appeared again holding a soft pillow and stood in front of his bed, hesitating to say anything.

Seeing that he didn’t speak for a while, Mu Chuihan moved into the bed and guessed, “Do you want to come up and sleep together?”

Do you want to sleep with Piao Piao in your arms?

Xiaoyou jumped away in shock: “No, how dare I!”

In order to prevent Mu Chuihan from saying more misleading words, he hurriedly handed out the pillow with a blushing face, and hesitantly said, “If your lower back hurts, put a cushion on it.”

Mu Chuihan felt that there was no pain in the waist, and if it hurt, it should be a stomachache.

He hesitated for a moment, and Xiaoyou almost covered his face and escaped from his room.

Mu Chuihan looked at his back in confusion, wondering why the boy’s face was flushed red.

Before Xiaoyou was about to close the door, he seemed to understand something. Although he covered his mouth in time, he still let out a burst of laughter.

Xiaoyou looked back at him blankly, only to find that Mu Chuihan was lying on the quilt with a smile, and his shoulders were still shaking.

“What are you laughing at?” Now it was Xiaoyou’s turn to be confused.

“No, it’s nothing.” Mu Chuihan held back his laughter and replied, “That’s right, hahaha, I suddenly feel the urge to laugh.”

As a sword spirit, Xiaoyou understands much more than Suixing!

If Ye Tingjiang found out about such an indecent association, he didn’t know how he would be educated. Even so, Mu Chuihan did not correct him wickedly, and when he finally had enough laughing, he said, “It’s alright, Go to sleep too!”

He rubbed his waist lightly and muttered, “It really hurts, thank you for the pillow.”

I laughed so hard just now that my back hurt.

Xiaoyou took a deep breath, and she thought so!

His master is too outrageous, he just did something like that with others, why would he be so embarrassed to ignore everything and bury his head in seclusion?

Xiaoyou carefully closed the door for Mu Chuihan, thinking very maturely, he really had to rely on him for things like the aftermath!

That day could only be regarded as the beginning, and in the days that followed, Mu Chuihan’s life became more and more like a duck to water. In addition to being strictly forbidden to eat spicy food, in other details of life, Xiaoyou can be described as meticulous to the extreme.

A new warm hanging stove was placed in his room, and the bedding was replaced with delicate and soft ones. Even when he bathed, he had to add a kind of petal every day.

If it wasn’t for Mu Chuihan to stop her, Xiaoyou still wanted to replace all the ordinary bath water with cow’s milk.

After a few days, the guest room he stayed in, which was originally just for the outer sect disciples, suddenly became extremely comfortable, not inferior to Mu Chuihan’s own residence on Yinqing Mountain.

With such an arrogant and extravagant style, he was looking forward to Ye Tingjiang’s reaction when he left the customs.

After pretending to be fake for a while, Xiaoyou finally allowed him to get out of bed and take a walk.

Mu Chuihan’s daily routine then changed back to hanging out on Yingxue Peak, holding Xiaoyou on the left and holding Feifei on the right. Ye Tingjiang was not there, he was like the king of the mountain on a tour, and he was very imposing.

He liked to stay on a small high platform beside the cliff recently at night, and Ye Tingjiang was not there, so he could only enjoy the moon while holding Feifei in his arms.

Tonight is a crescent moon, the moonlight is dim, and the tree shadows are swaying. The scenery wasn’t very good, but Mu Chuihan was in a panic when he saw the full moon because he had been in the illusion for too long, but he was very satisfied with what he saw tonight.

At first, Xiaoyou was still behind her like an old mother, persuading vigorously: “Let’s go back to the room!”

Mu Chuihan waved at him indifferently, but Xiaoyou had no choice but to put a cloak on his shoulders.

The night wind was blowing slowly, and Mu Chuihan actually felt drowsy. Xiaoyou’s nagging stopped at some point. He leaned on the lantern and almost closed his eyes, but suddenly heard another voice ringing in his ear.

“It’s cold at night, it’s time to go back.”

He slowly recognized that it was Ye Tingjiang’s voice.

But the sleepiness made his reaction extremely slow. Mu Chuihan didn’t turn around to be surprised as he should, but still closed his eyes slightly: “Congratulations Xianjun for leaving the customs.”

The sound of footsteps approached, Ye Tingjiang’s robes were rusted, and he immediately sat beside him.

“Moon appreciation?”

Mu Chuihan didn’t want to move lazily, and leaned on Ye Tingjiang with a tilt of his head: “Xianjun together.”

Ye Tingjiang quietly asked him to lean on him, probably because he couldn’t bear to see Mu Chuihan’s hand being blown outside by the wind, and he put a hand stove in his hand.

The warmth and the breath on Ye Tingjiang’s body made Mu Chuihan want to sleep even more. But he kept his spirits strong, and being able to watch the moon with Ye Tingjiang was the most romantic thing since his entry.

When he was sleepy, he was a little confused when he spoke. Some of the words that he usually thought were too early, he also slipped out at this time: “Xianjun thinks, does the moonlight look good tonight?”

Ye Tingjiang paused, and in the dim night light, he finally commented objectively: “That’s it.”

To be honest, it’s a view you can see every night. Ye Tingjiang has been watching Yingxue Peak for a hundred years.

Mu Chuihan was not too surprised, he yawned, his thoughts were not very coherent, he quickly put down the moonlight, and went elsewhere: “Xianjun has entered the late stage of the questioning mood, isn’t that very powerful? Sword repair?”

Ye Tingjiang hummed, thinking it was Xiaoyou who told the boy. He was usually humble, so he said: “There is a sky outside the sky, and there are many recluses in the world of immortals. I am just a glimpse of the doorway.”

Mu Chuihan’s thoughts moved slightly, and suddenly he wanted to ask Ye Tingjiang how he thought of himself.

He pretended to just mention it casually: “Does Xianjun know Xianzun Yuelin?”

The sleepiness had subsided, and Mu Chuihan was looking forward to hearing the answer.

Ye Tingjiang was silent for a long time, and then said: “No chance to see it.”

Mu Chuihan asked the bottom line: “Is there nothing else?”

Just these four words? After all, everyone is a sword cultivator, so there is no other point of view?

Ye Tingjiang asked him, “Why did you mention him suddenly?”

“It’s nothing.” Mu Chuihan said dejectedly, “I just saw the moonlight, so I remembered and asked.”

Ye Tingjiang thought about it for a long time, until Mu Chuihan thought he would not answer, and then heard him say again: “Swordsmanship should be good.”

Mu Chuihan couldn’t believe it, this, after holding back for a long time, this sentence?

If you’ve heard of him, don’t you even want to befriend him?

Ye Tingjiang quickly said again: “Okay, you are sleepy, go back to sleep.”

After this incident, Mu Chuihan was obviously a little depressed.

The opposite is Ye Tingjiang. Unlike Mu Chuihan’s estimate, Ye Tingjiang saw the extravagant arrangements in his room, not only did he have no opinion, but because of his unexplained depression, he instructed Xiaoyou to move more precious spiritual tools into his room. .

Mu Chuihan has always been a very coaxing person, and he is also a very knowledgeable person. The spiritual tools exchanged for the sky-high spiritual stones were sent over like flowing water, and he became visibly happy day by day.

A few days later, Mu Chuihan returned to the small high platform again, breathing in the clear morning breath of grass and trees beside the cliff. He had completely come out of the shadow of a few days ago, and he got up wherever he fell, thinking about it. I’m ready to start today and start pursuing Ting Yun-jun’s plan again.

Mu Chuihan thought perfectly and cheered himself up, but when he turned his head, he found that there was one more person at the stage.

“Master Mingzheng?” Mu Chuihan quickly laughed: “Why are you here?”

Mingzheng looked at the high platform, and even showed a smile of nostalgia for the past: “I’m here for Junior Brother He Ye to break through, and stop by to see you.”

Mu Chuihan smiled obediently: “Thank you, uncle, for remembering.”

Mingzheng walked up to him and joked, “Why are you here? By the way, did your master tell you what this place is called?”

“No.” Mu Chuihan shook his head. There was no stone tablet with the name on it in front of the stage. He never thought that the ordinary viewing platform would have a special name.

Ming Zheng’s long hair was blown by the wind, and he said a little narrowly: “That was when your master was very young. Thinking about it now, Junior Brother Ye was quite cute at that time.”

“Huh?” Mu Chuihan was aroused by curiosity.

Mingzheng smiled and said, “It’s the name your master gave himself, it’s called Luoyuetai.”

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