Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day - Chapter 38

Fuyan’s hand was not big, but his palm was wet, and he held Ye Tingjiang tightly.

He finally remembered: “Yes, you are afraid of heights.”

Mu Chuihan nodded and asked in a low voice, “Xianjun, am I being too troublesome?”

As if afraid of hearing the answer, before Ye Tingjiang spoke, he mustered up his courage: “I, I, I try not to be afraid, Xianjun don’t take me…”

But in the end, his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he was almost praying, for fear that Ye Tingjiang would leave him because he was afraid of heights.

Ye Tingjiang said softly, “No.”

He thought about it for a while, Yujian flying was really thrilling, and it was really embarrassing for the little disciple who was afraid of heights.

But Fuyan was not in his plan, and Ye Tingjiang didn’t expect much from the Ye family’s trip, so he didn’t set aside time at all. If you walk slowly from the land, you will definitely be late.

Ye Tingjiang made a promise, since he agreed, he must arrive on time.

Mu Chuihan’s foreshadowing was completed, he took the initiative to hold Ye Tingjiang, stood on the sword obediently, and smiled with a hint of timidity: “I will not cause trouble to Xianjun.”

After a while, you can stick to Ye Tingjiang all the time.

His idea was very beautiful, but unfortunately the fear he pretended was too real, and he told Ye Tingjiang to care too much: “I’ll go and borrow a spirit boat from Junior Brother Shang.”

Ye Tingjiang was accustomed to using the sword, and naturally he did not prepare other flying spirits. Among the other brothers and sisters, Mingzheng used a zheng, and Su Ni directly used a spell to drive her to fly, which was even more dangerous.

When Mu Chuihan heard the words, his face was disheveled.

Ye Tingjiang explained: “The spirit boat is more spacious and stable, so you may not be so afraid.”

Mu Chuihan even regretted that he didn’t take good measure for his acting. What he wanted was a sword-sized place to stand. If he really changed the spirit boat, it would take a moment for Ye Tingjiang to hear him, let alone hug him.

He immediately shook his head obediently: “As long as Xianjun is there, I’m not so afraid. Don’t disturb Uncle Shangzhi.”

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and nodded towards Ye Tingjiang, indicating that he was completely fine.

It’s just that in Ye Tingjiang’s view, it’s a bit stubborn. He finally confirmed it again: “If you feel uncomfortable, tell me.”

“Mmmm.” Mu Chuihan took a deep breath: “I’m also a sword cultivator, I must learn how to master the sword!”

Only then did Ye Tingjiang move the spirit sword with confidence and walk through the clouds.

Mu Chuihan stood in front of Ye Tingjiang with his face facing Ye Tingjiang, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and his head just buried on Ye Tingjiang’s shoulders.

He didn’t open his eyes from beginning to end, feeling the wind over his ears, and whispered: “Xianjun, can you accompany me to have a conversation? You don’t have to be afraid to speak.”

He took the initiative to hand over the topic to Ye Tingjiang. However, Ye Tingjiang rarely took the initiative to provoke the conversation. After listening to him say this, after thinking about it for a long time, he was still dry: “What do you want to hear?”

Mu Chuihan wanted to entice him to talk more, and said expectantly, “Xianjun, does it look good outside now?”

Ye Tingjiang paused and described truthfully: “It’s all clouds, in fact, I can’t see clearly.”

After speaking, he added: “It shouldn’t look good to you, don’t open your eyes.”

Immediately end the topic.

Mu Chuihan originally thought that Ye Tingjiang would encourage him to open his eyes slowly, and he even thought about what to say in amazement when he saw the clouds. Now these words are all useless, he was stunned for a moment, and then changed the question in disappointment.

“By the way, Xianjun,” Mu Chuihan asked, “What is your spirit sword called, is it Xiaoyou?”

Although Mu Chuihan was familiar with Xiaoyou, he still didn’t know the real name of the spirit sword. Xiaoyou sounded more like a nickname.

As soon as he asked the question, he suddenly felt the spirit sword under his feet jolted a bit, causing him to exclaim in surprise, and his teeth knocked on Ye Tingjiang’s neck, leaving a reddish bite mark on Ye Tingjiang’s neck.

Mu Chuihan was a little dazed when he raised his head, this time it really wasn’t his intention, he really didn’t stand firm just now.

Could it be that Xiaoyou is creating opportunities for him?

Ye Tingjiang only felt a pain in his neck, and for some reason his heart trembled. But he didn’t have time to think about the reason for the strange feeling, so he asked, “Are you alright?”

Mu Chuihan nodded weakly: “I was startled just now, I almost thought I was going to fall, luckily Immortal Monarch is here.”

“Well,” Ye Tingjiang was still indifferent, but his words were very active: “Hold tighter.”

Mu Chuihan was in the middle of his arms, and he tightened Ye Tingjiang’s tower a little more openly.

I kept thanking Xiaoyou in my heart, she was really my good partner. This time it fell to the ground, and I had to buy candy for Xiaoyou.

Since he was frightened just now, he should not speak for a while.

Mu Chuihan stopped chattering, and the two fell into silence, and for a while there was only the sound of loneliness.

After a long while, Ye Tingjiang said in the strong wind, “I have a sword.”

“Huh?” Mu Chuihan couldn’t hear clearly, “What did Xianjun say?”

Ye Tingjiang then repeated lightly: “I have a sword.”

Mu Chuihan replied subconsciously, “I know that Xianjun has a sword.”

And not just one. There is a sword washing pool on Yingxue Peak, and the bottom of the pool is full of spirit swords. Ye Tingjiang said that when his cultivation level has grown, he will pick a good sword for him.

Mu Chuihan was still a little distressed. He took the spirit sword that he used at hand and took it. If he really used it as the spirit sword of his life, Suixing might kill him and split him in half on the spot.

The sword is big and has his own ideas, so he can’t be allowed to be presumptuous.

Ye Tingjiang snorted, obviously it was not the first time that he had been misunderstood like this, so he said again: “I have the sword name.”

After speaking, Xiaoyou fell again. Fortunately, with the experience from last time, the amplitude was much smaller this time, so that Mu Chuihan did not do anything to take advantage of others.

Mu Chuihan felt sorry for this, Ye Tingjiang was answering his question, this spirit sword was called “I have”!

He suddenly understood why Xiaoyou used a nickname.

It’s just that from Luoyuetai to I have a sword, Ye Tingjiang’s naming standards are still the same as before, making people laugh and cry.

Mu Chuihan couldn’t hold back: “Xianjun’s name is still so unique.”

Ye Tingjiang probably also heard that the “chic” was not a compliment, and said clarification: “My master started it.”

“It turned out to be the master…” When it came to other people, Mu Chuihan stopped his mouth in time and did not continue to comment.

He has never met Ye Tingjiang’s master, and he has never heard of any soaring powers in the world of immortal cultivation for hundreds of years, so most of them are gone.

Mu Chuihan was inconvenient to mention more, and Ye Tingjiang didn’t speak any more. Xiaoyou probably didn’t want to hear the sad thing about the name anymore, so she accelerated a little by herself, and in a flash, she quickly landed with the two of them slowly.

Considering that his mistress was afraid of heights, Xiaoyou didn’t dive as she liked for the first time, and even the birds passed three smoothly in front of him.

When he finally touched the ground, Mu Chuihan reluctantly let go of Ye Tingjiang’s waist. Although I feel sorry in my heart, I still have to pretend to be relieved: “It’s finally down.”

The main feast of the Ye family was in the evening, but it was not past noon at this time. Ye Tingjiang didn’t want to live in Ye Mansion in advance, so he took Mu Chuihan to an inn for lunch.

The left and right Ye Tingjiang had plenty of Lingshi, and Mu Chuihan ordered a bunch of dishes. If he hadn’t cared about the size of the table, he would have almost arrogantly asked the restaurant to order all the dishes on the menu.

Because of Ye Family’s birthday banquet, many guests have come to the inn recently, making the store a lot of money. But it was rare for him to see such a generous shot, so he happily responded and poured tea for them diligently.

Ye Tingjiang didn’t say a word when Mu Chuihan ordered food, and when the restaurant left, he was a little worried: “Have you finished eating?”

He still remembered what the younger disciple said before, he was poor, so he didn’t want to waste food. But at the speed of Fu Yan’s meal, the Ye family birthday banquet was held, and he was afraid that he hadn’t finished it yet.

“I’m done eating!” Before Mu Chuihan could answer, Xiaoyou suddenly turned into a spirit and appeared at the table: “I’m still here!”

Although he shouldn’t have rashly appeared to disturb them, but after flying with the two of them for a long time, Xiaoyou felt that she worked hard and made a lot of money, and she couldn’t even give her a little food.

He tentatively glanced at Mu Chuihan, thinking that if the mistress didn’t want it, he could swiftly roll to the next table to eat.

Fortunately, Mu Chuihan was as kind as he expected, and he also cared about the kindness he had brought together, smiled gently, and poured tea for him.

Ye Tingjiang never took care of the young apprentices who had not yet fasted in terms of diet, but it was different for Xiaoyou. He said lightly: “As a spirit sword, you can’t be greedy for your appetite.”

Xiaoyou was aggrieved and argued: “You stole my sweet-scented osmanthus last time!”

Now he is not even allowed to eat.

His master was too much too. And double standard!

Xiaoyou looks like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and the appearance of grievance is very pitiful.

The surrounding diners cast condemning glances.

As the ultimate beneficiary of sweet-scented osmanthus candy, Mu Chuihan was very guilty, and immediately helped Xiaoyou to speak, using the old-fashioned way: “The child is still young…”

Xiaoyou immediately sat next to Mu Chuihan and nodded in agreement, “That’s right.”

He didn’t realize that this person was the culprit of stealing the candy, and thought it was just Ye Tingjiang who didn’t let him eat it and confiscated it.

Ye Tingjiang was helpless. When the food came, the two people next to him were eating in full swing. He only moved a few chopsticks and just sat there.

When the people around saw that the child had finally eaten, they finally withdrew their attention and started chatting.

“Hey, I heard that this Ye Family birthday banquet, Lord Tingyun will also come.”

“Seriously, this Ye family hasn’t produced a decent monk for hundreds of years. Can you invite Tingyun-Jun this time?”

“Don’t Jun Ting Yun come from the Ye family, after all, he still breaks the bones and connects the tendons.” The man smiled, and pretended to lower his voice: “I heard that, Jun Ting Yun broke through the later stage of the questioning state of mind this time. Tsk, it all depends on his little apprentice.”

“Is there anyone who doesn’t know about this?” The person at the same table smiled ambiguous: “Yanfu is not shallow, I heard that the furnace is also stunning. Just because this gentleman Tingyun is righteous, he has to covertly say that he is master and apprentice. .”

“Hahahaha,” the people at the table laughed, “I only know that I’m called Master during the day, and I’m in bed at night, so I don’t know what to call it!”

They suppressed their voices on the surface, but in fact they were still laughing arrogantly, and everyone on the ground floor of the inn could hear them clearly.

Mu Chuihan naturally heard it, and was angry. In bed at night? Oh, these superficial monks, there is only a rebellious cat in his bed at night. He wanted to call too, could they get him someone?

Xiaoyou was also angry. This is obviously his master’s private affairs, how can they tell it in public!

The most angry is Ye Tingjiang. These people hear that wind is rain, and it doesn’t matter if his reputation is ruined. Fuyan is only eighteen years old. Where have you seen such a battle? How uncomfortable he must be to be slandered by these people.

He glanced at the little apprentice, and sure enough, he was also angry.

Ye Tingjiang had once made up his mind that he would not allow anyone to criticize the master-disciple relationship between him and Fuyan.

He was about to stand up and stop the group of monks from continuing to speak evil. Who knew that just when there was an action, both hands reached out at the same time and pressed him firmly on the chair.

Xiaoyou said softly, “Master, you can’t go.”

Although they said it badly, they did not spread rumors. If Ye Tingjiang didn’t go, they would pass after they finished talking; if Ye Tingjiang really revealed his identity, he would make things bigger and cause more trouble.

Mu Chuihan also looked at him: “Xianjun, don’t go.”

Although what they said hit his pain point, just like Mu Chuihan spread rumors in the Immortal Sect in his early years, now he wished that his relationship with Ye Tingjiang would be known in the world of immortal cultivation.

Ye Tingjiang was puzzled: “Why are you?”

Xiaoyou felt unable to speak, and turned her eyes to Mu Chuihan for help.

Mu Chuihan persuaded in a soft voice: “It’s about to be a birthday banquet, we will meet these people, Xianjun don’t care about them.”

Ye Tingjiang disagreed: “But your reputation…”

If it is not clarified now, the Xiu Xianjie will not know what to say in the future.

Mu Chuihan shook his head, his eyes full of humiliation and burden: “Xianjun, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Ye Tingjiang couldn’t bear it in his heart: “But…”

Mu Chuihan looked at the hot dishes on the table, blinked, and changed his words: “Xianjun, I still want to eat.”

In case there will be a fight once it is clarified, the table will be overturned as soon as the fight is over, and the dishes will be gone as soon as the table is overturned.

To be honest, Mu Chuihan could not tolerate such a loss.

Especially the taste of the food in this restaurant is not bad.

Ye Tingjiang lost to Fuyan’s cherishing of food, and was pulled back to the chair.

Seeing that he was done, Mu Chuihan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his attention back to the delicious food on the table, and extended his chopsticks towards the plate with Xiaoyou.

The monks at the table chatted for a while, and then naturally changed the subject, not knowing that they had just provoked the anger of the deity Tingyun, and they were saved by the selfishness of another righteous master.

Only Ye Tingjiang looked at the young man’s unstoppable action of picking vegetables, and his heart was sour.

He knew that Fuyan didn’t want to continue eating, but he just found an excuse to persuade him to come back.

He couldn’t help sighing, his apprentice was so sensible and so compromising, it was really… so pitiful.

The author has something to say: Teacher Ye [Filter]: He is so condescending, so pitiful…

Xianzun [calm]: I really want to continue eating.

Both Xiaoye and Jian are named after Su Shi’s Linjiang Immortal.

“Don’t even knock on the door, lean on the stick and listen to the sound of the river. I regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget about it.”

A certain master: I regret that this body is not mine… Then you can call me one.

Xiaoyou: Should I thank Ning for not calling this body?

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