Before entering the inn, Ling Lan gave him and Mu Xun a change of appearance. Now, in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are just ordinary monks.

As soon as the two sat down at the table, someone behind them also sat down.

Ling Lan glanced at him and found that he didn't know him. But he used the art of changing face, but it was not ruled out that the other party also used similar techniques. He had many enemies, so he was careful and asked Mianmian, "Who is sitting behind me?"

Mianmian: The other party imposed barrier interference and could not detect it.

If it cannot be detected, it is very likely that he has used the change of face technique like him. Ling Lan calmly started ordering food.

He heard it, and followed the back table, ordering the same dish as him. He raised his eyebrows, which was interesting.

While eating, there was nothing unusual on the back table. They seemed to have cast some magic, and he couldn't hear what they said.

On the contrary, Mu Xun is extremely abnormal.

Mu Xun had not fasted the valley. He hadn't eaten for a long time. He would be very hungry.

He looked hungry.

Moreover, at his age, when he was the most healthy person, he only stared at the plate of green dishes in front of him, and kept picking up chopsticks fiercely, making him look like a dish, but he didn't even look at the meat beside him.

Picky food? Ling Lan thought uncertainly and pushed a plate of braised pork in front of him, "Eat meat."

Mu Xun suddenly raised his head, holding the bowl in his hand, his eyes faintly.

Ling Lan was puzzled, "Do you only love to eat vegetables?" The modern one, obviously a pure carnivorous man, letting him eat vegetables is the same as killing him, but in ancient times it came backwards?

This doesn't work.

Ling Lan criticized, "Look at your bones, you are so thin that you don't eat meat, will you become a skeleton and go out in the middle of the night scare?"

Mu Xun stared at the plate of meat, then looked at Ling Lan, and his eyes changed.

Ling Lan felt inexplicably that his eyes seemed a little sad and wronged. Then, he picked up a piece of meat and took a bite, as if he was a little angry.

Ling Lan nodded, "That's right, children just need to eat more meat." He used his meager parenting knowledge to encourage him and picked up a piece of meat, "Eat more meat and grow taller, so that it is pleasing."

"...Eat it, who is the child?" Mu Xun stared at the piece of meat and muttered, but he ate quickly, as if he was afraid that someone would rob him. After eating, he still shook his empty bowl indifferently. Ling Lan then picked up another piece for him, and he continued to eat with satisfaction.

Just like this, Mu Xun never touched the plate of vegetables that he had been desperately favored by him again. Halfway through eating, he even picked up a piece of Ling Lan, and then lowered his head and ate it as if nothing had happened.

Ling Lan looked at the piece of meat, but fell into deep thought. He encouraged him to eat it, but it did not mean that he liked it. So he wanted to take advantage of when Mu Xun bowed his head and hid it secretly at the bottom of the plate.

But he didn't find this opportunity. Mu Xun was burying his head on the surface, but in fact, he never stopped sneaking at him with his eyes, as if he had to see him eat the piece of meat. Seeing that he didn't eat, his expression began to slowly sink with his naked eyes, looking like I was unhappy.

Ling Lan was very confused. Finally, he thought about it. For the sake of the task, he could only lift up the chopsticks and eat the piece of meat.

Seeing that he had eaten, Mu Xun's eyebrows and eyes suddenly unfolded, as if something had happened that made him happy. He looked at Ling Lan's rosy lips, thought of something, coughed dryly, turned his face, and accidentally tapped his lips, and his ears turned red.

"Hey~ I don't eat such fat meat, why are you tall?" The girl on the back table showed a look of fear, and wanted to agree, "Do you think it's, Master Su - the eldest brother." She thought of her current disguise and quickly changed her words.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and found that Su Xingxian, who had never eaten meat and had a light taste, was eating the braised pork that was exactly the same as the front table. Moreover, she seemed to be competing with someone, and had eaten half of it!

She choked and couldn't help thinking, could the braised pork in this restaurant really grow taller after eating it? So she picked up a chopstick, but she was so tired that she vomited it out as soon as she got into her mouth.

...She should be shorter.

Immediately afterwards, she heard one person at the front table say to the other person, "You can't just eat meat, drink some soup, um... you have a balanced nutrition."

"Haha, nutritional balance is something, this person is really." You Mingyue had never heard of this word before. She finally caught a little talk and turned around and wanted to say to her senior brother Su.

Then, she saw Su Xingxian's braised pork hand paused, and turned to serve a bowl of soup.

You Mingyue:...

Then, almost everything Su Xingxian said at the front table, and Su Xingxian ate. Seeing that the two of them were dressed in ordinary clothes and appearances, You Mingyue didn't think much about it, but she was stunned. When she asked Su Xingxian, he said calmly, "Balanced nutrition."

You Mingyue:...

Not long after, Mu Xun finished eating, Ling Lan got up to pay the bill. When he passed by the back table, he deliberately stopped for a moment and felt that the man's breathing suddenly became a little faster.

He stretched out his hand, and the man's face became even tighter.

It's indeed weird.

Ling Lan pinched her chin and suddenly thought she had remembered something, "I forgot the wallet." Then she turned around, took the wallet and left, then booked the room and went upstairs.

You Mingyue was not sure if she saw nervous and indescribable expectations on Su Xingxian's face, and his back was straighter.

She always felt that there was something strange, but she couldn't guess. The two of them walked past them and smelled the faint fragrance of lotus flowers, which was light and charming. She always felt that she had smelled it somewhere.

She was a little dazed and turned to look at Su Xingxian, but found that he lowered his head, his expression no longer tense as before.

He looked at the table quietly, and the red hairband brushed across his side face, and his handsomeness was still the same, but she seemed to see the corners of his eyes flushed slightly, as if... a hiding hatred was condensed.

On the second floor of the inn, Ling Lan watched the two figures leave, thinking about something.

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These days in the inn, it was like a dream for Mu Xun.

The master he hated really changed completely.

He would take care of him, coax him to eat, guard him to sleep, read books he bought with a headache, and clumsyly learn to "treat" him.

The demonic energy in his body slowly subsided and began to be able to stop normally. He gave him a sword, a brand new spiritual sword with bright light and colorful spirit, and began to teach him sword skills.

The sword technique he taught was the one he once said that was most suitable for him but contrary to some people in the world, and it was also the sword technique that he did not teach in the end.

He had imagined what such a sword technique would look like, and how amazing it would be when his master used it.

Only now did he realize that all his imagination was not as shocking as he actually saw it at this moment.

He had seen the most wonderful sword technique in the ancient books of Lingcang Mountain. The most wonderful sword technique was not limited to the word "Sword". It was like all things in the world, changing freely. But he never thought that the so-called "Free Change" could reach this level.

The most ordinary sword in Ling Lan's hands seemed to have life and breathing. When the sword rose, it was like the most wonderful stroke in the scroll. When it danced, it was like poetry and picturesque, which was almost intoxicating.

At the beginning of the middle section, the sword moves that flowed through the clouds and waters took a sharp turn, like a sudden shock on the strings of the pipa. In an instant, it changed from a beautiful poem and painting to a changing exotic magic sound.

In the end, Mu Xun could no longer tell the sound of the wind and the sword, and only felt that everything was in one place, which was wonderful and bizarre.

This is indeed not the sword technique that Lingcang Mountain has. All his brothers and brothers use all the sword techniques, supplemented by spiritual energy. This is more like using spiritual energy and demonic energy, and they all use them for their own use and change randomly.

What is more amazing than all sword moves is the one who uses the sword.

When Ling Lan thought about it, she felt that this body was becoming more and more silky and easy to use, just like his own. Those sword techniques were used more like deep in the soul, without any stagnation.

This is a good thing, and life safety is more guaranteed. He walked to the boy under the tree and said, "Do you understand?"

Mu Xun watched him walk towards him step by step, and felt that he had lost control little by little. Just like back then.

The snow-white figure slowly approached, and Mu Xun suddenly felt a splitting headache. In an instant, he seemed to see Ling Lan's white clothes turning into weird red. The red lotus between his eyebrows was covered by a complex and gorgeous gem. His wide robe and red sleeves were stained with blood step by step, filled with killing and blood, but it was so beautiful that it was fascinating.

At this moment, he even felt that even if he lied to him, even if everything he had was a lie, he would still be fascinated by him.

As long as it is him.

"Little baby, you are really so easy to coax. Didn't he coax you like this? You have no regrets when he treats you like that, but in the end, what did you get? When you are heartbroken, what did he treat you in his heart?"

He treated him as a dog, humiliated and insulted him, destroyed his Red Lotus Pear, and said that he... was not worthy of being his disciple at all!

"This time, won't it happen again?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ling Lan wanted to knock on his head in confusion, but Mu Xun suddenly raised his head and waved his hand away.

A "bang" sound was crisp and loud. Ling Lan was stunned for a moment. Mu Xun's whole body was stiff. He wanted to say something, but the voice of the old man Qing'ai sounded again, reminding him of his stupid past.

In the end, he turned around and ran out without looking at him.

Ling Lan took back his hand that was slapped away and pressed it under his shoulder. He failed? No. It was quite hot here, and with at most two or three handfuls, it was almost the same.

The leaves rustled, but they didn't seem to be blown naturally by the wind. Ling Lan thought that he didn't know, slowly returned to the inn, stayed in Muxun's room, and began to read his medical book cover and wait for others.

At night, the door was pushed open, and the boy in black stood at the door. He was about to come in, but he found someone in the room.

The candlelight was lit, and the outline of the person in the candlelight was reflected in it was particularly soft, and even the red lotus on his eyebrows became gentle. He held the medical book, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

He looked at him and laughed, "Are you back?"

Thinking of what he did during the day, Mu Xun was nervous, and his first reaction was to admit his mistake. But he quickly stopped the impulse and made up his mind to be hardened.

Although Ling Lan is not that annoying now, maybe he has many reasons, or maybe he is lying to him, but he doesn't want to guess anymore. At most... the secret realm ends and no longer has it!

Ling Lan did not mention the daytime incident. It seemed that the conflicts and unhappiness did not happen. He just said to him, "Since you are back, let's take medicine and rest."

He sat down to the bed as usual and picked up a bowl of steaming medicine.

Because Mu Xun was severely retaliated by the demonic energy and his physical condition was repeated, to prevent accidents, Ling Lan sat by his bed every day and waited for him to fall asleep. All of this seemed to have become a habit.

At the beginning, because of his ulterior motives, Mu Xun did not drink the medicine that Ling Lan boiled, so he refused to say it was bitter.

Unexpectedly, Ling Lan believed it and went to find a special medicine sugar and prepared it bit by bit. Although he hated taking medicine more than him, he tried it for him until it was no longer bitter.

It’s three parts poisonous. How can a fool test the medicine for others like this? What’s more, it’s just for such a ridiculous reason!

From the next day, Mu Xun had a dark face and drank the medicine before Ling Lan tried it.

Today, Ling Lan held the medicine and frowned and wanted to taste it, but Mu Xun snatched it over and drank it without saying a word.

Then, he lay down on the bed with his head down, "I'm going to sleep, Master, please go back, I'm fine."

He faced the bed with his back to Ling Lan, his tone was dry and hard, and he looked unfamiliar and cold.

Although it was not early at this time, there were still many noisy sounds in the inn, and laughter came from next door. There were shadow puppets on the street downstairs fiddling with his opera troupe, which was lively.
To be continued...