After entering Bingxin Pavilion, Jun Wuxie and Mu Ciyin did not alarm the others.

He doesn't want to waste his time on other things now, he just wants to see his own woman and son earlier.

In an instant, they appeared on the main peak of Bingxin Pavilion.

This mountain is the residence of Mu Ciyin and his personal disciples.

It means that it is not just Mu Ciyin, Mu Xuelan, Mu Yunxi, Mu Yuning, Mu Yurou, Mu Yushu, Mu Yuling, and Qi An all live on this mountain, but they don’t live on a different place.

In the courtyard.

Mu Ciyin's villa was built in the quietest ice valley in this mountain environment.

This place is not full of ice and snow. There is actually a cold spring waterfall. It has not frozen at such a low temperature. It flows down from the cliff and hits the cold pond, causing waves of cold air.

The valley is full of ice-properties trees and grass flowers, mostly light blue and ice-blue, and the whole thing looks like an ice-blue world.

There are not many buildings in Mu Ciyin's villa. Apart from the courtyard, there is only one building with three floors.

The first floor of the pavilion was arranged into a living room. I think she would occasionally summon some senior leaders of the sect here.

She took him up to the second floor of the pavilion, which was her boudoir.

Her room was very large and the furnishings were very simple. Apart from a soft bed, there was only an ice jade table, a dressing table, and a clothes locker.

Apart from these, there is nothing in this room.

Standing in this room, looking at the furnishings here, a faint fragrance of freshness penetrated into my nose.

He is not unfamiliar with this smell. He often comes into close contact with his master Mu Ciyin, and of course he knows that it is the smell on her body.

"This is the house where the teacher lives." Mu Ciyin pointed to the door next to him and said, "That bedroom will be yours in the future."

"ah?"

Jun Wuxie looked at her in surprise, "Master wants me to live here? Besides, I can't stay here for long. During these days, my disciples should live with Xue Lan and the others..."

"After these days, wherever you live, the sect will be moved to the Dawn Dynasty. The sect will move the entire Bingxin Pavilion, and then you will move here to live with the sect and sleep in that bedroom."

Jun Wuxie was stunned. He never thought that Master Mu Ciyin would do this. Just as he was about to say something, Mu Ciyin interrupted him, "You are the only personal disciple recognized by the master. Of course, you should live here.

What’s the problem? Stop it from happening in Bingxin Pavilion. If you sing and sing every night in Bingxin Pavilion, the impact will be bad. Here, there will be a good teacher to watch you."

"this……"

"Do you agree or not?"

Mu Ciyin's clear and cold eyes were filled with anger.

Jun Wuxie was stunned for a moment. He really didn't understand why she was so lenient that he wanted him to come here to live under the same roof with her.

"All right."

Jun Wuxie sighed and he gave in.

Mu Ciyin was very nice to him. Since she asked this, how could he refuse directly?

Anyway, he won't spend too much time in the dynasty in the future, and even if he promised her to live here, it does not mean that he must be in Bingxin Pavilion when he is in the dynasty.

He can live in the palace when he doesn't return to Bingxin Pavilion.

"The third level is a place where the teacher is retreating and practicing. There is nothing good to see, so I won't take you to visit. From now on, our master and disciple can go to practice in seclusion together."

Mu Ciyin's eyes softened, "Go, go see Xue Lan and the others. Just on this mountain, you can know their location in an instant with your divine sense."

"Then the disciple will go."

Jun Wuxie said goodbye to her and then left in a hurry.

Mu Ciyin came to the window and looked at his back as he was leaving. Her cold eyes trembled slightly a few times.

"Will it be too much for me to ask him this? Although he agreed, he didn't know if he was angry..."

Mu Ciyin whispered to herself, and she admitted that she was selfish in this matter.

She just didn't want him to leave her, so she wanted to keep him by her side. She wanted to cultivate the relationship between them with her master and apprenticeship. She wanted to make him accustomed to having a master like her around her.

She was afraid that his other masters would suddenly appear one day and snatch him away from her.

"I didn't expect that one day I, Mu Ciyin, would be so worried about gains and losses. Wuxie, you are really the nemesis in your teacher's life. You are so outstanding, how can you let your teacher leave you..."

She sighed quietly, knowing that she should restrain this mentality, but she just couldn't do it, and this mentality became stronger and stronger as time went by.

...

The main peak of Bingxin Pavilion is not too far from Mu Ciyin's valley, and there is a snow bamboo forest here.

The snow bamboo is crystal clear, and the bamboo joints are like ice jade. The bamboo leaves are blown to collide with each other in the wind and snow, making a sound like a collision between ice crystals, as crisp as the sound of wind chimes.

Deep in this snow-capped bamboo forest is an exquisite courtyard, and a building is built.

In the yard in front of the pavilion, under the snow trees, and in front of the ice jade table, a woman in an ice blue palace dress is making clothes.

Between her stitches, an ice blue light overflowed from her fingertips, blending into the clothes she made.

However, she seemed to be very focused on doing what she was doing, but she would be tempted from time to time. Whenever this happened, the sharp ice needle would pierce her fingers. She put her fingers into her mouth and used bright red.

After sucking his lips slightly, he started doing what he had done again.

Those clothes are very small, and they are obviously worn by children.

Jun Wuxie appeared quietly in the snow-bamboo forest, watching this scene from afar.

He had been standing in the snow-bamboo forest for some time, and he was just watching her make small clothes for his son.

However, she was always absent and was not focused. The sharp ice needle had pierced the delicate ice-skinned jade finger several times.

Jun Wuxie took a deep breath and walked towards the small courtyard.

At this moment, Mu Xuelan, whose fingers were pierced again, just as he put his jade finger into his mouth, he felt someone approaching.

Her somewhat dazed eyes suddenly burst into sharp light. She suddenly turned around, but when she turned around, she saw the person approaching, the unmade little clothes and needlework in her hand fell on the ice and snow.

Among them.

She stared at the figure walking towards her, her beautiful eyes as clear as ice and snow quickly filled with tears, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

Then, tears in his eyes slid down his face like ice jade pearls.

She suddenly got up, carried the hem of the palace dress, ran away, threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly, for fear that she would lose everything if she let go.

"Xue Lan."

Jun Wuxie's heart trembled, hugging her deeply, and both tried very hard, as if they wanted to rub each other into their flesh and blood.

He called softly, his voice full of affection and guilt. He held her face, leaned down, and kissed her wet eyes and kissed her face little by little under her trembling eyes, as she looked at her trembling eyes, and kissed her face little by little.

Tears.

"Husband, Xue Lan misses you so much!"

Finally, she spoke the first sentence. The moment she said this sentence, her tears broke through, as if she wanted to vent all her longing, all her fear, all her grievances and despair over the years.

"Don't cry, my husband is not good. You are worried and scared, and you are lonely for so many years. Now it's fine, it's all over, and I will never be separated again."

He kissed her tears gently and touched her beautiful face with care.

"Really? She looked at him with tears in her eyes, bit her bright lips, and said, "If you dare to leave us like this again in the future..."

"No, my husband swears, never."

Jun Wuxie covered her lips, and from her resolute gaze he already knew what she was going to say.

"Really?" Before Jun Wuxie could answer, Mu Xuelan suddenly burst into tears and smiled. She tiptoed slightly and gave her red lips, "That husband kissed Xuelan~"

At this moment, she was not like the holy Mu Xuelan who was usually a holy person, but a little woman who was acting resentful and coquettish in front of her husband.

"Dear, my husband wants to kiss you enough."

How could Jun Wuxie refuse the beauty's affection and kiss him hard?

They release their feelings for each other passionately and passionately.

In this ice and snowy world, in this snow bamboo swaying and bamboo leaves collide like a crisp sound of wind chimes, the environment is extremely cold, but the two hearts are as hot as fire.

The sound of the snow bamboo leaves is crisp and beautiful, as if it is playing a wonderful music for their reunion.

Snowflakes floated down from the gaps in the bamboo forest, falling on their heads and shoulders, gradually covering a very thick layer.

The cold snow cannot extinguish the passionate love.

It took them a long time to separate.

Mu Xuelan's breathing was already a little disordered, Qingshi's face was flushed, and his eyes were as soft as if water could drip out.

"Where is the son?"

Jun Wuxie stroked her beautiful cheeks as if he was touching a treasure.

"Well, I'm trying to train in the secret realm. Yu Ning and the others are guarding him, and Yun Xi is practicing in seclusion."

"I have been bad for the past few years. I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a husband, nor have I fulfilled my responsibilities as a father."

Jun Wuxie picked her up, walked towards the courtyard, and entered the attic.
To be continued...