What day is it? Nothing, July 1st? June 13? It's still the thirtieth month of the lunar month, it doesn't matter, Mu Ziyun doesn't care, his days, the ladies will help him remember.

Every meal was a feast, and this time he wanted to eat quietly.

Therefore, he was the only one at the small round table, and the dishes were commonplace, just like what he had eaten in his hometown in Tai'er Village before he became a disciple of Qingshan Peak. The wine porridge still tastes the same, but when he drinks the corn wine alone, he always feels that the taste is a little light, or the brewing time is a little insufficient. One or two side dishes, a plate of cut meat, eat a few chopsticks and it will be gone, Mu Ziyun eats every bite carefully.

As soon as he raised his head, he leaned up again, and lay on the throne, which turned out to be the mountain platform hall. Qingshan Peak is already the most prominent sect in Huzhou, known as the first sect in Huzhou, and Mu Ziyun is also elected by everyone as the strongest person in Huzhou, and Qi Miaogu has gradually improved its prestige under the leadership of Wan Min and Pan Xiaowen in the past two years, and has also become a recognized major sect. Sun Yi died, Mu Ziyun went to mourn, and now he is left in Huzhou. Linlu Peak also decayed immediately, and gradually fell into a second-class sect.

Mu Ziyun traveled all over Huzhou, but he had never been to a single place - Yunxiao Sect (the original Chashan and the Fallen Leaf Sect were merged, and the new head was announced as Xiaohongniang a few days ago). What's there to do? That kind of miscellaneous sect can't set off the wind and waves.

The silence in the mountain hall was as usual, and no disciples and elders came in to inquire about the sect, Mu Ziyun got up lazily and walked towards the outside of the hall gate.

Huzi was presiding over the northern faction competition in the underground, it was very noisy, Mu Ziyun walked in the corner, no one had ever found him, and he came to the main hall of the underground, which was also empty, and after Mu Ziyun entered, he sat in Huzi's position.

Suddenly, a woman walked out, it was Feng Jing.

"Big sister?" Mu Ziyun screamed, and then changed his words: "Sister-in-law." ”

Feng Jing's expression was a little weird, her chin was lowered, her peach eyes warmed people's hearts, she slowly walked in front of Mu Ziyun, looking hesitant to speak, and finally after dozens of breaths, Feng Jing broke out on tiptoe and kissed Mu Ziyun's lips.

"Big sister? You can't..."Before Mu Ziyun finished speaking, the two rolled together, using the ground as a bed, ** in the dark.

I don't know how long later, the noise of the competition outside has not ended, the hall is spread on the soft cushion on the ground, the woman ** snuggled naked in the man's arms, the woman said: "Blame me, I actually, I have always liked you, but..."

The man replied, "That's not right, he's outside." ”

The woman hugged the man tightly and said coquettishly, "It's not the first time, villain." After glaring at him shyly, he grabbed the man's hand and put it on his belly, and said shyly: "It's been two and a half months, you... Yours. ”

The sound outside is still so noisy, the noise is annoying, and the hall is still so quiet.

The woman kissed the man on the chest, and suddenly a flame floated out of the man's chest, it was slender and peaceful, like a small snake winding into the air. The woman snuggled into the man's arms and said, "It's strange that this flame seems to be alive." ”

"It's a fire with a soul."

"Soul? What do you mean? ”

"It's conscious, it's like it's alive," the man explained. ”

"So powerful" The woman seems to really regard the person she holds as her man, her husband, and is proud and satisfied with the strength of the man, after a long time, she suddenly asked, "Huh? When did you learn this? ”

Mu Ziyun sat up suddenly, stunned for a moment, and his head buzzed a few times. Feng Jing also sat up, his head resting on his shoulder, and Feng Jing asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay" Mu Ziyun smiled, turned his head to look at the white jade beauty, Feng Jing was so young, as if they had just met that year. Mu Ziyun smiled warmly, reached out and grabbed her full and soft breasts, turned over and pressed it again.

The sound outside the hall is still so noisy, but the "singing" inside the hall also resounded in all corners.

I don't know how long it took, but noon finally arrived, and the people in the competition room gradually dispersed.

Huzi returned to the main hall, Mu Ziyun just walked out, and after the two met, Huzi was still so excited, and shouted with a smile: "Come on, drink at noon." ”

"No, there's something going on in the sect." Mu Ziyun was lazy, never looked at Huzi's face carefully, and after a few pauses, he left in a hurry. Feng Jing just walked out, and Huzi said angrily: "This kid is all about the sect, and he hasn't drunk with me for a long time." ”

Feng Jing is the holy image of the good wife and mother, flawless, whether it is in the eyes of Huzi or in Mu Ziyun's heart.

It's blue outside, but what season is it? Mu Ziyun walked more and more slowly, occasionally sitting down to rest, and a few disciples with eyesight would appear, often bringing snacks. Mu Ziyun was a little tired, and a woman came over, hammered his arm, and pinched his shoulder. Mu Ziyun looked up, it turned out to be Liu Xiaoxiao, he thanked him, and Liu Xiaoxiao twisted his body and left.

Mu Ziyun was very tired and always wanted to sleep, but he hadn't dreamed for a long time, and he couldn't remember how long it had been.

He walked to the mountain hall, which was no longer empty, and several people were waiting inside. Wan Min sat in the center, watching a few male babies and female babies write, while Pan Xiaowen was cleaning up the Xiaoyuan table and bringing the food, and when she turned her head, she found that Feng Jing had also come at some point.

Mu Ziyun seemed to be happy in his heart, but it was also fleeting, and he was patted behind him, and it turned out that Huzi was also here, carrying a pot of good wine.

Everyone was seated, everyone got together, and they were still sitting on the mat on the ground, the women's buttocks were cushioned, Pan Xiaowen and Feng Jing were pregnant again, Mu Ziyun took pity on Wanmin and was reluctant to let her give birth again. At the dinner table, everyone ate happily, drank quietly, said everything, and couldn't hear anything clearly. Mu Ziyun's left hand tightly wrapped around Wanmin's waist, and he didn't care about others, and stroked it as he wished. Wan Min blushed and snuggled up to him for it.

Mu Ziyun couldn't look at Huzi directly, but coincidentally, something happened to happen at the underground gate, and Huzi had to leave.

As soon as Huzi went out, the children were also full of food and ran to play elsewhere. Mu Ziyun pounced on Wan Min like this, in front of two women, one was his sister-in-law, and the other was his other wife. In the end, the four of them were intertwined.

The sky outside is so blue, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are covered in silver, the peonies in the near distance are in full bloom, the willow trees are calling, and the wind blows the stream at the foot of the mountain.