"Maybe I pressed too hard, and his desire to win was too strong, and when he saw that he couldn't win, he made a great move, which was not my original intention, in the final analysis, I didn't show mercy to my subordinates, and I didn't take into account his self-esteem."

Yan Qingshi looked at him quietly, not knowing whether he was happy or angry.

Chu Yuqing said: "I don't know where my junior brother is now?" ”

"I've locked him up for a year, and no one is allowed to visit him."

Chu Yuqing lowered his head, his hair just blocked his face, and no one could tell what mood he was in.

After a long time, Yan Qingshi said: "You take good care of your injuries, and your Uncle Zhou will heal you." ”

"Thank you, Master."

-

A year is really nothing for a cultivator, but for Mu Shuning, it is extremely long.

At first, he intended to meditate and cultivate, pretending to be his own retreat for the year, but when he really carried out it, he found that as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Yan Qingshi's appearance.

He had no way to calm down, he was impetuous, and he almost went mad.

Later, his heart finally calmed down a bit, and he began to enter the realm of selflessness, and the spiritual power around his body began to operate normally, absorbing and exhaling, and when he opened his eyes again, he had entered the late stage of Bigu.

However, he was saddened to find that only four months had passed, and the end of the year was still far away.

He has no intention of cultivating, he doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to see his master.

Jingqiong Mountain is in the south of the Haoyue Continent, and it is already autumn at this time, and the weather on the mountain is already exceptionally cool. Mu Shuning quietly tested the door lock, and found that it had been locked by Yan Qingshi's spiritual power, he couldn't shake it, he reluctantly shifted the target, and at a glance he happened to see the big open window.

Mu Shuning: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

He hadn't seen the window open for more than four months?

So, Mu Shuning rushed towards it, and then, only hearing the sound of "Bang", Mu Shuning ran into an enchantment.

Master, you, you, you, you are so ruthless, you say that if you lock me up for a year, you really lock me up for a year......

Generally, this kind of barrier that specializes in defending people will not isolate non-living beings, non-living forms...... Mu Shuning's eyes lit up.

Mu Shuning lay down on the desk, wrote on the paper with a serious expression, and after writing, he blew dry the ink, folded the letter paper into the shape of a small carrier pigeon, attached a small trick to it, and threw it out of the window, and the little carrier pigeon automatically flew to Yan Qingshi's room.

Yan Qingshi had already finished his official duties a few days ago, and he had a very comfortable time this time, and in order to consolidate his state of mind, he was not in a hurry to retreat and rush to the level, and there was still a thunder tribulation to be suffered from the peak of the merger to the tribulation period, before that, he naturally had to be fully prepared.

Yan Qingshi was looking at the notes left by the immortals, some precautions related to the thunder tribulation during the tribulation period, and was in a trance, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door in front of the window.

Yan Qingshi was surprised, got up and went to the window, wanting to see what was going on, but as soon as he opened the window, he saw a little carrier pigeon with a fat crescent on the door of his head, and he was persistently pecking at the window frame with a mouth.

Yan Qingshi: "......"

He waved his hand and removed the trick on the paper pigeon, and he didn't have to think about it to know who had the leisure to make these gadgets for himself.

Yan Qingshi stood in front of the window and didn't go back to the house, so he spread out the paper in the cool autumn breeze, and the purpose was a row of large characters:

"Master, I miss you~"

This stupidity can come out of the paper.

Jingqiong Mountain is very high and very close to the sky, but at this time, Yan Qingshi still feels that the sky is very high, with the unique blue and cloudless of autumn, clear as a piece of jade.

Yan Qingshi hooked the corners of his mouth, his expression was soft, and there was a pool of spring water rippling in his pupils, wafting through layers of microwaves.

He carefully put away the letterhead, sat back in front of the bookcase, took out the pen and paper, and wrote four big characters in a dignified manner: "Cultivate well." ”

-

On the other hand, Mu Shuning was just thinking about brushing up his sense of presence with Shizun, but when he received the letter from Yan Qingshi, the whole person was stunned.

The letter was folded squarely, and quietly floated in through the window and landed on his desk.

Mu Shuning's heart beat like a drum, and he wanted to take it apart to see, but he was reluctant to take it apart to see.

With a crossed heart, he carefully spread out the letter according to the creases of the letter.

"Practice well."

Mu Shuning laughed out loud with a "poof", and his head unconsciously turned to the direction of Yan Qingshi's room. Even though he only saw Mu Shi hanging on the wall, in his heart, it seemed that he had seen the scene where Shizun was also looking at him from afar.

Mu Shuning put away the letter paper and wrote on another new piece of paper: "Thinking too much, thinking about you will become ill, not suitable for cultivation, and afraid of falling into demons." ”

When he sent this letter out, Mu Shuning was worried in his heart, the letter was too explicit in just sixteen words, and he was afraid in his heart and eagerly hoped that his master could give him some response.

He admires his master, his nominal father, and this affection is unethical and difficult to see.

When Yan Qingshi received the letter, his expression was stunned, and those sixteen words drilled into his mind uncontrollably as if they were alive.

"I'm sick with you."

The ghost sent the gods, Yan Qingshi put the letter away, and for the first time felt that his heart, which had been as quiet as stagnant water for hundreds of years, was a little more alive, and he replied: "Don't think nonsense. ”

If it had been placed in the past, Yan Qingshi would never have imagined that he and his apprentice were like close friends, on the same mountain, two steps away, and carried out the most primitive and emotional way of communication.

That day, Mu Shuning didn't cultivate anymore, he went to bed early, and in his dream, he dreamed of his master.

The person who was high up on weekdays took off his cold coat and stared at him with tender eyes, and the next second, he leaned over and bit Mu Shuning's lip.

The lips of the two of them are hot and soft, Yan Qingshi read that Mu Shuning was still young, his movements were gentle and careful, and the tip of his tongue gently pressed against Mu Shuning's teeth, Mu Shuning did not make any resistance, and let Yan Qingshi enter. Yan Qingshi's movements were soft but violent, he sucked everywhere, mischievously not giving Mu Shuning a breather, Mu Shuning's pain was also sweet, and his mouth kept making sounds that seemed to resist and seemed to be pleasant, one by one, sweet and greasy. Yan Qingshi seemed to be pleased by Mu Shuning, holding Mu Shuning's waist with his right hand, and began to untie his clothes with his left hand.

Mu Shuning's body was shocked, and in the next second, his clothes and belts were loose.

Mu Shuning's face turned red, and even his body was wrapped in some shy pink, he responded awkwardly, raising his hand to wrap his arms around Yan Qingshi's neck, the two were closer, and the kiss deepened.

A room of spring, charming and infinite.

When Mu Shuning woke up the next day, the whole person's soul had not yet returned to its place, and he was stunned for a long time before he recalled the abrasive dream.

Mu Shuning turned over and buried his face in the quilt, not wanting to care about the dirt on his lower body, he just wanted to lie down like this, and keep reminiscing about that dream.

Mu Shuning has a very good impression of his master, and even that kind of thing is gentle and meticulous......

"Ahh Mu Shuning didn't hold back her screaming, pounding the bed while screaming, as if she was venting, and she seemed to be complaining about her own incompetence.

Yan Qingshi, who had gotten up early, heard this shout and looked in the direction of Mu Shuning's room suspiciously.

Without doing anything, Mu Shuning used his spiritual power to clean his clothes and bed, and even cleaned his room.

So, Yan Qingshi, who was not worried about Mu Shuning's situation, came to take a look, and saw at a glance that his apprentice was cleaning his room in full swing. That energy, a fire will burn to the sky.

Yan Qingshi had a faint smile in his eyes, sighed that the young man was really energetic and left quietly.

However, he had no idea that all this vitality was given by him.

-

In the next few months, Mu Shuning also settled down to cultivate, but he didn't grow on the day when his confinement expired, he knew that he had distracting thoughts in his heart, which caused his heart to waver, and his mood did not break through, resulting in no improvement in the realm. Mu Shuning didn't complain about anything, but he didn't practice swords this year, and I'm afraid that "Blazing Fire Technique" is unfamiliar.

On the day Mu Shuning came out, Yan Qingshi came to pick him up in person.

At a glance, seeing the person who had been thinking about him for a whole year, Mu Shuning was stunned for a moment.

Yan Qingshi asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Mu Shuning instantly came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

Yan Qingshi looked at Mu Shuning, and felt that in the past year, people have hardly changed much, except for the fact that his complexion was stuffy and the room looked paler than before, nothing else had changed.

After a while, Mu Shuning said in a low voice: "Master, I haven't seen you for a year, can you hug me." ”

Mu Shuning's appearance was very confusing, coupled with his somewhat aggrieved tone, it really made Yan Qingshi a little soft-hearted, he looked at Mu Shuning and didn't refuse.

Mu Shuning was happy on the surface and in his heart, trotted two steps, and then pretended to be calm, and took the last step and threw himself directly into Yan Qingshi's arms.

Yan Qing was very tall, more than half a head taller than him. At this time, Mu Shuning buried his head in Yan Qingshi's arms, holding Yan Qingshi's waist with both hands, really like a child.

Yan Qingshi smiled, connived at his nonsense, stroked Mu Shuning's back with his hand, and said, "Hug and hug, coquettish and coquettish, go and see your Senior Brother Chu." ”

It's commanding, but it's extraordinarily gentle.

Mu Shuning reluctantly let go of Yan Qing and said, "Yes, Master." ”

Looking at the back of Mu Shuning's departure, Yan Qingshi was thinking that if Mu Shuning was born a hundred years earlier, the two of them would be close friends.

-

In this year, Chu Yuqing's cultivation has not been put down for half a minute, his shoulder injury has already healed half a year ago, and Zhou Qingxin was so worried that his hair turned white several times in order to repair his broken tendons, but fortunately, the result was good. Yan Qingshi talked to him a few times later, all of them asking him to forgive his junior brother, after all, Mu Shu didn't hurt him deliberately.

Chu Yuqing smiled every time and said, "The master is too careful." ”

Yan Qingshi saw that Chu Yuqing was indeed innocent, so he let go of his heart, he was entangled in everything, and when he thought that Chu Yuqing and Mu Shuning had always had a harmonious relationship, he didn't care much.

But he really didn't expect that his unintentional move would become the fuse of a series of things that ruined Mu Shuning's life.