Regarding the matter of meditation, everyone felt that Situ Lan, the door master of the Moon Bud Cloud Room, should be born. His cold temperament is innate, people who have known him for a long time know that he hasn't talked much since he was a child, other children are still crying and threatening, and when he gets things from his elders, he will already restrain his desires, and he is so precocious that it is contrary to human nature.

Later, people who knew him would also be frostbitten by his cold face that seemed to last for thousands of years, so he could only watch from afar, even then he could feel that he was simply a desireless and selfless person, who supported him to stay in the world and did not ascend to the immortals, I am afraid that it is the heroic righteousness that is only for the common people in the world.

Moon Bud Yunjian was originally recognized as the number one sect in the immortal cultivation world, so he was even more of a model in the cultivation world, and everyone admired and feared him.

But today, this master of the door between the moon buds and clouds. Seems to have had some ...... lately Small troubles.

For example, after practicing calligraphy, he found that there was a typo!

For example, after years of digging the valley, he suddenly realized that he was hungry!!

For example, when he was meditating, a face with a smile as bright as a mountain flower appeared in his mind that should have been empty!!

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a trivial matter, but in Situ Lan's place, it is enough to make him secretly shocked and angry. As a result, he became more and more strict with himself.

It's been a few days since I went down the mountain. Situ Lan also found that his heart was becoming less and less sufficient-clear-quiet! After thinking about it, it became more and more clear that he had to accept one thing: he was just a man, a normal man.

First after that day, Situ Lan found that it was definitely a test for himself. The person who has longed for many years and can't ask for it, is so full of nephrite warm fragrance, her unconsciously every move, every smile is like a thin silver needle, piercing people stinging and **, several times breathing needs strength to urge stability.

There is also the fact that he accidentally bumped into her bathing that night, and Xia Curtain will probably never know how Situ Lan spent that night.

That night, the cat-like woman came to ask her to take in the little fox and left to go back to her room, and then Situ Lan almost gritted his teeth and threw the little summer fox out. Because as soon as he thought that Xia Mu was going to take a bath with that fox in his arms, even if it was just a thought, there were bursts of hair on his back, and an indescribable anger surged up in his heart.

Suppressing the inexplicable impulse, Situ Lan sat cross-legged on the bed angrily and began to sit down.

But in less than half an hour, it stopped again. Opening a pair of helpless and depressed cold eyes in the dark, it was really frighteningly cold. It's just that no one saw it, but the bottom of the cold eyes was the heat wave. On this cold day, a thin layer of sweat oozed from Situ Lan's forehead.

There was no one around, so he gasped a few times without restraint, and then collapsed on the bed, his limbs stretched out.

After thinking about it, he hugged the quilt again, and covered his head as well, tonight is really not suitable for cultivation.

But the quilt was blindfolded, and he couldn't be blindfolded, and in the darkness, he became even more sensitive. The woman's curved figure, smooth skin, and panicked eyes became clearer in the dark night, scorching Situ Lan from the inside to the outside, and he never thought that he would be related to the words 'thinking about non-evil'.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, sat up suddenly, opened the window with a 'bang', and the oncoming cold wind finally made him regain a little bit of his senses, and at the same time woke up the little fox who was lying in the corridor again.

The little fox was so frightened that before he could react, he received two 'evil beasts deserve death' gazes projected by the extremely admired Immortal Venerable, as well as a solemn look on his face. The atmosphere did not dare to come out, and buried his head in the tail in a gray manner.

I didn't bother to close the window, so I sat back on the couch, in the ice and snow - quiet! Heart!