It was originally a peaceful scene of drinking tea and enjoying the scenery, but suddenly the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

Ling Lan did not move, and silently saw the three people and one Mianmian expressions of making up the numbers.

Mianmian cannot see it, so just a small pastry flew in the air just now. Everyone had their own ideas, but no one noticed it. So, Ignore it.

Mianmian:...ying!

You Mingyue didn't know what was going on, she was quite nervous, and she just simply recommended her beloved delicacies. But she stared at Ling Lan's veil with her eyes wide open, as if she was afraid of missing something. She didn't blink for a long time, staring at Ling Lan's veil.

This person wants to see his face, and he is likely to control his face and ignore it.

The remaining two... Su Xingxian looked calm and gentle on the surface, sitting in a straight position, with his right hand on the table, but a small corner of the tablecloth was scratched and wrinkled.

Well, the Endurance Sect. Ling Lan finished the conclusion and turned to look at the last one. At first glance, he was choked by the sinisterness that was still exposed in one eye.

After having afternoon tea, Ling Lan was not happy to spoil him and reached out to get the sweet cake.

Suddenly, Ling Lan felt that although the initial effect was not much, he could barely endure the sinisterness, and immediately it turned into a sinister that was on the verge of outbreak.

He didn't know what he had made up for.

The delicious, sweet, glutinous and cold sweet cake suddenly became irritated. Ling Lan felt very upset and stuffed the sweet cake in his hand into Mu Xun's mouth, blocking the words he was about to say whether it was vicious or cursed.

Mu Xun's tongue was caught off guard and tasted a soft little snack, and a fleeting piece of fingertips. He was stunned for a moment, and Ling Lan's fingers disappeared, and the sweet, glutinous and cold smell spread out, with a faint fragrance of lotus seeds.

"It's really childish." Ling Lan sighed and stopped taking the plate of sweet cakes.

Mu Xun actually didn't like eating such too sweet things, but he silently chewed the sweet cake in his mouth, and the touch of his fingertips seemed to be on the tip of his tongue.

He was a little happy and depressed.

Ling Lan heard him muttering, "I'm not that stingy", then stood up and accidentally touched the table in a daze, and then the whole plate of sweet cake fell to the ground.

He said "Oh" and said, "I'm so sorry, I touched it."

Ling Lan couldn't see any apology from him, so he thrust his head and said sincerely, "Sorry."

Everything on the ship must be bought with the moon coins, but their master and disciple are now poor. For money and peace, they can only bow their heads.

Su Xingxian looked at him apologizing for Mu Xun seriously, and chuckled slightly, but her gray eyes became colder and colder.

Mu Xun didn't hear Ling Lan's thoughts, and said what he didn't want to hear the least, "I'll compensate you."

Before Ling Lan could pull him, he had already walked towards the boatman.

"I want a plate of sweet cakes."

The boatman pointed at the piggy bank, and he said lightly, "I don't have bright moon coins."

Without waiting for the boatman to express, he took out a fiery red round pill from his arms, "Is this OK?"

Ling Lan didn't hear what Mu Xun said to the boatman, and gave him something. He only saw that he soon came back with a plate of sweet cake and placed it in front of him.

Ling Lan looked at the plate of sweet cakes that he didn't know how to get, and felt a little sad.

Could it be that he was the only poor man on this boat? His little apprentice actually hid a huge amount of private money, so he dared to make a fortune like this.

Mu Xun laughed. He was born well. Even if he used spells to hide some, he was still full of vitality when he smiled. A tiger tooth added a bit of affinity and cuteness, and there was no trace of the gloom he had just now.

"Teacher-sister-sister, please eat." He urged him.

Ling Lan signaled with his eyes and reminded him that he had just said that he was paying for others, so he reluctantly said perfunctorily, "You guys eat too." His attitude was extremely poor.

Then, Ling Lan pinched him under the table unbearable.

The slender and soft hands were not strong enough to pinch people. When they touched the thin spring shirt, Mu Xun's ears became red unconsciously. He wanted to hold Ling Lan's hand, but he had already withdrawn it.

Mu Xun "coughed" and ignored those lost things. Although he was scolded, he still picked up a piece of sweet cake for Ling Lan in a depressed manner.

You Mingyue glanced at it and secretly said to Su Xingxian, "Is the beauty sister really just this person's sister-in-law? I look... why do you look more like a couple? Hey, that bad guy seems to have no way to his sister."

"However, he doesn't seem to like us very much. My sister also hates us because he doesn't pay much attention to us anymore..."

She said it unintentionally, but she didn't see Su Xingxian's hand hanging down beside her, but because of this sentence, she tightened the tighter and tighter.

Mu Xun was still concerned about what happened that morning and deliberately isolated Ling Lan and Su Xingxian from talking. Before parting, he suddenly thought that the name Su Xingxian seemed to be familiar.

Since a long time ago, no one has mentioned Lingcang Mountain's great disciple, and he seems to have become a taboo.

Mu Xun had no intention of knowing another "senior brother" who had joined the master's disciple earlier than him, and he did not deliberately inquire, so he didn't know that the person sitting opposite him today was the immortal disciple who was once crazy and jealous.

But he still intuitively felt that this person who didn't know what it had to do with Ling Lan was extremely annoying. He hated so much that he didn't want to see him say something to Ling Lan, and he didn't want him to eat a little bit of his food.

Master likes sweet cakes, so he will buy them for him in the future.

When Mu Xun returned to the cabin, the old man Qing'ai began to scold him, "You can use the Demon Pill of the Thousand-Year Snake Demon to exchange for a snack, you can do it! When you advance, directly absorbing the inner pill is enough to reach another realm, you--"

Mu Xun pressed him back into the sea of ​​consciousness with an expressionless face and shut up to deal with it.

The Demon Pill of the Thousand-Year Snake Demon was obtained shortly after he entered the secret realm. He was rushed to find Yue Shenzhi, but unexpectedly broke into the Thousand-Year Snake Demon's nest, and died for a lifetime. Ordinary monsters could not hurt him, so the only snake demon bit his legs and dragged him into the nest. He almost thought that his legs were going to be abandoned in the cold and rugged cave...

What was he thinking at that time?

Mu Xun lay on the bed, looking at the cabin, and slowly closing his eyes. In short, he would never have thought that soon, he would use this once cherished inner alchemy to exchange for a snack for his master whom he hated.

But now, he feels it's worth it.

Suddenly, Mu Xun opened his eyes, sat up, and his mind moved.

The man didn't know what the relationship had with the master, and he obviously recognized him, but pretended to be like he didn't know anything. During the day, he couldn't say much. Will he secretly harass the master at night?

The more he thought about it, the more likely he was. He couldn't sit still, so he pushed open the door and walked out, and walked towards Ling Lan's room.

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The boats are flying in the water, and the mist is thin, and the distant mountains by the river can be seen faintly.

The young man in blue sat by the window playing the flute. The sound of the flute was floating on the Mianshui River. The breeze blew gently, creaking the unreliable boat door.

He didn't go to find anyone, but someone came to find him.

The room was facing the door, and a huge round sandalwood mirror hung. The door was pushed open, and the mirror reflected the mountains and waters of ink and water stained outside the ship, like a natural painting.

A man walked into the scroll, holding a green bamboo umbrella, slowly raised his head under the green bamboo umbrella in the mist and rain. The red lotus on his eyebrows were beautiful, but he was dressed in plain clothes. But just wearing plain clothes, he made him look as beautiful as a demon.

That year, he saw him for the first time. He thought he was a fake Taoist priest who had come from where he was seeking fame. He deceived his mother and told her to make him become a disciple before she died.

When he saw him coming from the rain, pear blossoms fell on his shoulders, like snow-white butterflies. He realized that there were indeed true immortals in the world.

But now, he is a demon who comes to catch his soul on a rainy night.

Su Xingxian put down the jade flute, and his voice was very cold, "Today is not the fifteenth day, what are the masters doing? No, what are the wifes doing?"

Ling Lan put away the bamboo umbrella, and the cold water droplets fell on the boat board, and as he approached step by step, he rolled to his feet.

Ling Lan watched his hands slowly clench his knees, and his body gradually tensed. He smiled and leaned down and said to him, "You called me a wife for a day. Didn't you want to be my husband or apprentice at night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was held. The jade flute rolled to the ground under violent movements, mixing with the rain brought by Ling Lan, making it hard to part with it.

Su Xingxian held his hand and pressed against the wall. The smoke-gray pupils were deep, "Are you afraid he would find out?" He sarcastically said, "For me, an antidote that can be replaced, it is probably not worth it."

Of course, you are my second drop of blood.

His slender wrist seemed to be fragile, and Ling Lan was obediently pressed by him and pressed against the wall, "The disciple just treated himself as an antidote?"

He didn't answer if he was afraid of being discovered by Mu Xun, so he deliberately did not explain this question and led the words back to himself.

Su Xingxian was also very concerned about this issue. Ling Lan's attitude seemed to give him a little hope, and he grabbed his hand and trembled, "Aren't me?"

"Of course not." Ling Lan tiptoed, his wrists were no longer held tightly, and he became much more free and more presumptuous.

"Xingxian has underestimated her charm and 'ability' too much."

When he said "ability", he meant something, climbed up his back with his fingertips empty on his other hand, and walked slowly on his back, "I like it very much."

He teased him without hesitation, and Su Xingxian was powerless to resist him. In addition, he was depressed during the day, so he immediately did not want to restrain himself and lowered his head and covered him.

The lips and teeth met, and the mist floated in from outside the door, bringing layers of fine water vapor.

Su Xingxian looked at the person in her arms with a transparent skin, as if she was covered with the temptation of heavy wetness.

While pretending to be a complete stranger with him in front of others, for fear of being discovered by another person, he kept teasing him like this. He hated him and could not refuse him at all, so he could only bite him hard and vent all his resentment and pain in this kiss.

He really hates him. But he really loves him. Master...

The temperature in the room slowly rose, and Ling Lan felt a cooler on her shoulders and her coat fell down. He felt in a daze that he seemed to have forgotten something, and then a loud noise came from the door.

He opened his eyes and remembered.
Chapter completed!