Mu Xun froze.

The red lotus jade pendant that he had once broken and could not save even if he had bloody head, actually returned to his palm, completely, as if it had never been broken.

It lay quietly in his hands. The red lotus was not like an ordinary jade pendant, but was like a red lotus formed by magic power that was sealed into it. No craftsman with ingenious craftsman could carve such a perfect outline.

It is different from the jade pendant he picked up secretly. It represents that he has become the personal disciple of the once unattainable immortal. He is no longer the dirty little beggar who can only look up to him in the mud.

However, Lingcang Mountain Road, his master smashed it with his own hands. He said to him condescendingly that he was not worthy of being his disciple.

All his delusions were completely broken with it.

He would not know how desperate and painful he was at that time.

A ray of moonlight shone in from the window, shining on the red lotus jade pendant on Mu Xun's hand. The red lotus flowers are sealed in jade like they have grown, and will not wither even after a thousand years.

At that time, he felt that this was like representing this master-disciple friendship. It would not end when it was given to the jade pendant, and it would not end forever.

But this eternity was broken on that mountain road. He used all his spiritual power to make up the pieces even if he could not put them together.

It was like a thorn that made him bloody. Over the years, it was just becoming more and more unforgettable for him. It made him remember that in his eyes, he was "unworthy".

But now, it was back in his hands.

Wenliang's jade pendant lay in the palm of his palm, Mu Xun was stunned, as if there was something that seemed hard to have a crack that had quietly cracked.

Suddenly, he thought of something and took out a bead.

He was suspicious by nature. When he checked in the inn, he placed Liuyinzhu in his room just in case. Before Ling Lan left, he seemed to have said something, but he didn't hear it clearly.

With the magic power activated, the Liuyinzhu slowly made a sound that he had not heard clearly at that moment. This time, he could hear it clearly.

He heard the man sighed and said to him, "Xun'er, I did something for my teacher. Although it was to temper you, I regret it very much after thinking about it."

"What happened in the past was the fault of being a teacher. In my heart, you have always been my only and best disciple."

Mu Xun's whole heart echoed this sentence, almost unable to believe it, but he did hear it and could hear it clearly.

He said that he was his only, best apprentice.

It was no longer cold contempt, no longer merciless indifference. He came to his bed late at night, gave him the red lotus pie again, and told him that he was his best and only disciple.

It was like cracked ice shattering completely, falling into the spring water that kept gushing out.

Mu Xun's already shaky resistance finally collapsed completely at this moment.

Perhaps, the wall he built was never vulnerable to. It was so fragile that it could be destroyed in just one sentence. But he had never obtained it in recent years.

He was once a little unwilling and resentful, but now, Mu Xun finally understood that what he wanted was not revenge or hatred from beginning to end. But just... he could re-recognize him.

Even if it was a lie to him... no, he didn't lie to him!

The voice in my heart became louder and louder, and finally completely overshadowed all the doubts.

Mu Xun told himself that he was so stupid, he still respected his vicious master so much, and he had no complaints even when he was treated like that. He hated taking bitter medicine so much, but he personally tried to treat him with sweetness. Obviously, his body could not take medicine at all, and there were all kinds of things in these days... Who would do these things for a disciple who did not pay attention to it?

Over the years, he has just used methods of inheriting the sects to "harden" him. In fact, he actually cares about him very much.

He even began to find reasons for Ling Lan’s actions over the years.

He has not taught his advanced skills over the years because he can't learn his physical condition and even backfires.

He also tried to gauge this new sword technique today. With his age, he could not fully understand it, and it would be useless to teach it. And now, hasn't he taught him?

Even his once annoying disciple had never learned this sword technique. And...

The more he thought about it, the more he became "suddenly enlightened". His originally depressed heart was like the clouds that had been over the years, and finally cleared away.

All the tortures in the past seem to be covered with gold, the pain is covered, but the memory of happiness becomes more and more vivid.

When he thought of that figure, he felt a thrill.

"You have always been my only, best disciple."

"Master." Mu Xun held the jade pendant with both hands and pressed it on his forehead. Finally, he couldn't help but say the hidden words in his heart, "Actually, I have always wanted to be your disciple and be your only and best disciple."

"You think so, I...really happy."

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Ling Lan transferred the flowers condensed from his fingertips to the jade pendant, and combined them into one, forming another perfect red lotus pendant.

Mianmian, "Master, why are you doing this again? Haven't you sent it out?"

Ling Lan played with this freshly baked red lotus pendant and took a sip of tea, "I think there may be some places to use it in the future, so make one more."

In that dream, Mu Xun seemed to attach great importance to this jade pendant and was reluctant to hang it out, but his original body directly threw it into pieces.

He did not see Mu Xun's specific reaction at that time, but since he appeared in Mu Xun's dream of memories, he must have been crucial.

From the perspective of the game, it is an important prop. But based on his only remaining memories and observations, this jade pendant is not like an ordinary jade pendant, and seems to be closely related to himself. After trying it once according to his ideas, it turned out to be successful.

Putting down the teacup, Ling Lan felt a sudden heat suddenly appearing in his chest, unprecedented and coming in a fierce manner. He hissed, opened his clothes and took a look, and found that the originally black and red petals had faded away all the black and turned into red, but the center point was still blank.

Mianmian said innocently, "Huh? Why is this? Why is there a little blank?!"

Ling Lan also learned its tone, "Why is this? Of course, it is because there is another kind of person in this world called the Slow Star Man."

Although Mu Xun fell in love with a man at first sight, although he was fucking hard for this man, although he thought about this man every night, and even hated him from love... but he was strange and did not associate with love.

As the saying goes, I don’t know what it is. This is the same as the modern one. Although he is close to him, he holds his sinister intention to throw him away. Although he is jealous and possessive, he still knows nothing about his feelings and insists on someone to stimulate him.

What to find to stimulate this time?

Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly sounded in a corner of the room, "Master, he is your only and best disciple, what about me?"

Ling Lan did not turn off the candle, he had to wait for someone. Following the process, Mu Xun would probably come to him.

However, the warmth of the candlelight in the room did not shine on the person at all. He stood in the shadows, his voice low and hoarse, like a trapped beast struggling in the abyss for a long time.

He seemed to smile, but there was no joy, as if he was filled with the pain that could almost destroy his entire body. "Or, you have long since been no longer treating me as your disciple."

[Didi, the second son of destiny was detected, Su Xingxian.]

The second target of the strategy appeared, but Ling Lan did not respond and could not say anything.

Because, at the same moment, he suddenly felt a familiar burning sensation surge in deep inside his body, as if all the internal organs were thrown into the furnace to burn, getting rid of the inability to rescue him.

The karma that was cheating on my father was burning and broke out again! It was even earlier, much earlier than last time.

Ling Lan was speechless, her hands trembled slightly unconsciously, and her mouth and throat were hot.

It is really not something that humans can bear. He is not surprised now that the original body has such a bad personality. He does this once a month, and it is better not to be crazy.

In the violent burning pain, he breeds a different desire. The source of desire is... He looks at the person in the shadow and feels his vision is distorted. Only on that person, he feels a hard-earned coolness, which makes him unable to help but want to get close to...

Mu Xun was pretending to be asleep. With his personality, maybe he would find some excuse to secretly look at him. It was so exciting the first time.

Ling Lan's reason was like this. But he was really in pain, and that person was the only "anti medicine" he could get at this time. Can't bear it? He quickly evaluated the pros and cons in the chaos.

Ling Lan didn't say anything, but Su Xingxian couldn't bear it anymore and walked out. But before he could speak, he felt a hot body pouring into his arms. At the same time, his lips were also printed with two burning and hot lips...

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Mu Xun tossed and turned in the moonlight and looked at the new jade pendant. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't stop his heart and didn't want to sleep anymore. He got out of bed and walked around, his steps were light.

Old man Qing'ai went from scolding him for being useless to sighing, Mu Xun didn't care at all. When he saw the round moon slowly rising, he suddenly remembered that tonight was the full moon night!

He suddenly stood up with a "scarlet" and he remembered that every time the moon was full, Ling Lan's illness would attack. Although he never let him see his illness.

Opposite him was Ling Lan's room. When he opened the door, the candlelight on the opposite side had not yet turned off, and a figure was shaking.

However, when he walked out of the room, the candlelight opposite suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the candlelight that suddenly faded, Mu Xun calmed down and the awkwardness in his heart surged up.

A long time ago, Mu Xun, who had just climbed the mountain, said everything in front of Ling Lan, and was a silly child who was heartbroken. Later, after a long period of physical and mental destruction, the silly child turned into a black-hearted lotus full of hatred.

Until now, after experiencing great ups and downs in his mood, he has rarely begun to give birth to a stingy and awkward person who is only targeted at a young man of this age.

He thought that he had just said those words of resistance, and he was coaxed back by a jade pendant and a mosquito-like apology. What if he thought he was so easy to coax in the future and wanted to use his poisonous master's method to "harden" him again, then what would it do?

What a bastard master, fortunately he died long ago.

Mu Xun thought viciously, and at the same time began to think carefully about what excuses to look for Ling Lan. He couldn't let him know so quickly that he cared about him. He was no longer the stupid child he used to be.

After thinking about it, he raised his right hand and made a move like a knife, cutting through his left arm without hesitation.

A stream of blood flowed out of his sleeve, but Mu Xun smiled, as if he didn't feel the pain at all. He thought with satisfaction, that's all. He said that someone came to attack and he was injured, so he came to ask Master for some medicine.

Thinking of Ling Lan's meticulous treatment for him these days, Mu Xun was excited to think that he would be very anxious. He just waited for him to finish the worry, and then he would do whatever he wanted to do and care about his situation.

——You can’t let him know that he came to see him specifically.

Thinking of the reaction Ling Lan would have when she saw his wound, Mu Xun felt a little sweeter, just like eating the candied fruit Ling Lan bought for him these days.

He was afraid that the wound would look too shallow, so he pulled it a little hard before knocking on the door, and he started to take action as if the flesh on his hands was not his.

He finished his own trauma as if nothing had happened, and then he looked like he was enduring the pain, frowned, and walked up to knock on the door.

The old man Qing'ai was speechless and choked. The effect of his advice in his ear day and night was completely dissipated in a blink of an eye! He really didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup his master gave him!

Mu Xun coughed dryly and was about to speak, suddenly, he heard a strange sound.
Chapter completed!