All the disciples retreated one after another, and the originally crowded hall instantly became empty.

"Yun Yan, you come." Wuling Immortal Jun waved his hand and beckoned Yun Yan to step forward.

Hearing this, Yun Yan raised his feet and stepped forward, his gaze swept over Yue Rong who was hiding behind his master, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, suppressing the depression under his eyes, and his hand hidden under the wide robe was clenched tightly.

He thought, he's going crazy.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Wuling Immortal Jun carefully looked at the little Immortal Jun who was praised by everyone in front of him, the good apprentice he raised single-handedly.

Yushu Lanzhi, clean and dusty, with a face like a crown of jade, and a deferential appearance with low eyebrows and eyes.

Wuling Xianjun nodded with satisfaction after reading it, "Yes, in the days when the teacher was not there, your cultivation has not fallen." ”

After speaking, Wuling Immortal Jun looked at Yue Rong, "At the same time, I am also taking care of your junior sister." ”

"It's going to be difficult to manage the sect for you."

"I'm so sorry for you."

Yue Rong didn't think there was anything before, but now that I heard the master say this, Senior Brother Fang Jue is bitter, and the donkeys of the production team are not so useful.

Yue Rong raised her eyes and quietly looked at Yun Yan with a cold expression, the senior brother is really a god, he has to be busy with so many things every day, but he can complete everything perfectly, and he has to accompany her every day to fool around.

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into Yue Rong's mind, Yun Yan wouldn't have died of overwork.

Yue Rong shook her head, what was she thinking?

Yun Yan is a monk, and his physical strength is far from being comparable to that of humans, and he is worthy of a steel body, how can he die of overwork?

The monks have a way to regain their energy.

Yun Yan's clear voice sounded in Yue Rong's ears, making her withdraw from her thoughts, "This is all what a disciple should do, it's nothing." “

Yue Rong looked at Yun Yan, and then looked at Master, it is still good to cultivate the immortal world.

Don't say anything else, the handsome guy is enough.

She can't get enough of Yun Yan and Master's two faces, how can anyone be so good-looking?

If the clouds are the cold springs flowing down the snow-capped mountains, then Master is the warm sun on a summer afternoon.

One is cold and dusty, unattainable, and the other is lazy and comfortable, seductive.

"By the way, Master, the disciple has something to tell you."

"What?"

"The disciple recently found out that someone controlled the lonely soul and secretly deceived mortals into incense." Yun Yan told Wuling Immortal Venerable what he had seen and heard in Qingyun Town.

Wuling Immortal Venerable leaned on the Nanmu chair, the white jade Xiao in his hand knocked on his palm again and again, and he hooked his lips, "The deceitful people have deceived me into the Qingyun Sect." ”

Wuling Immortal Venerable had the same idea as them, and the first to suspect was the internal personnel of the Qingyun Sect, "Have all the people in the sect checked?" ”

Yun Yan replied, "I've checked everything I should have checked, and I didn't find anything abnormal. ”

"The disciple thinks that he can control Qinglian, and he doesn't know how many Qinglian under his command will work for him." Yun Yan said, "I have already informed the rest of the sects and asked them to pay attention to their neighborhood. ”

Hearing this, Wuling Immortal Venerable nodded again and again, "Yun Yan, you have done a good job. I am relieved that Qingyun Sect will hand it over to you. ”

After Wuling Immortal Venerable finished speaking, he leaned back in the chair and stretched, "Okay, you guys go out, I want to take a nap." ”

"The disciple retired."

Yue Rong left the main hall with Yun Yan, and just after walking out of the main hall, Yun Yan took Yue Rong's arm, and walked towards the direction of the back mountain with a cold face.

"Senior brother? What are you pulling me for? Yue Rong looked at Yun Yan's clear and neat jawline, and she didn't know why.

Yun Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, until he walked to the waterfall in the back mountain, and then let go of the moon banyan.

Yue Rong rubbed his arm that was hurt by Yun Yan and asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yun Yan's dark eyes were fixed on the moon banyan, like an eagle locking on its prey.

He thought, he's going crazy.

He ate Zhu Xingmian's vinegar, Yu Huan's vinegar, and now even Master's vinegar has been eaten.

What to do, as long as someone gets close to his junior sister, the beast in his heart will run rampant inside him, shouting.

"Senior Brother??? Yue Rong raised her hand and waved it in front of Yun Yan's eyes.

Yun Yan pulled her over, and refused to speak for a long time, just stared at her in a daze, staring at her in a daze.

"Why did you come back with Master?"

"Oh, so you pulled me here to ask about this."

"They and I were supposed to go down the mountain to play, but we met Master halfway."

The hand in Yun Yan's sleeve pinched himself tightly, "What did Master say to you?" ”

"I didn't say anything." Yue Rong said, "Master gave me a bottle of pills and a unique book of formations. ”

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? It feels so weird to you. ”

Yue Rong seemed to think of something, her eyes slowly widened, could it be that Yun Yan was jealous? Jealous that Master loves her more?

"That..." Yun Yan pursed his lips, as if he was embarrassed to ask, "Then what did he do to you?" ”

Yun Yan felt like he was going crazy, what the hell was he thinking?!

That's the master who raised him since he was a child, taught him exercises, protected him and loved him, how could he doubt the master?

But he saw the master's favor for Yuerong with his own eyes, what if? What if Master also likes the little sister?

Yun Yan himself has a deep love for Yue Rong, and he looks at her anywhere, and firmly believes that others also see her like this, for fear that the flowers he has guarded for many years will be accidentally picked by others.

"Master didn't do anything." When Yue Rong saw Yun Yan's abnormal appearance, she was surprised, could it really make her guess?

The senior brother who is steady and cold in front of people, will still compete for the little baby that the master pays attention to behind his back?

Yun Yan, Yun Yan, how many surprises do you have that I don't know?

Forget it, no matter what, don't tell Yun Yan, the master has changed a fan cloud for her.

Her instincts told her that her brother didn't want to know this.

Yun Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, he was really thinking nonsense again.

He looked at the pink little face of the moon banyan, and his heart was happy and sufficient.

"Senior sister, there is a difference between men and women, don't be too close to the opposite sex in the future." Yun Yan thought for a moment, lowered his voice and said, "Even if it's a master, it's not good. ”

As soon as he thought of the picture of Yue Rong hiding behind his master in the main hall just now, his heart was overwhelmed.

She was his junior sister, and he could protect her, but as soon as the master returned, she instinctively hid behind the master.

She had just ridden a cloud with Master, would Master have pulled Yuerong's arm and helped her waist when she was unsteady?

Yun Yan raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows lightly, he couldn't think nonsense.

If the junior sister knew what he was thinking, she would definitely dislike him.

How can a man be as cautious and cranky as he is.

"Isn't it okay even if it's a senior brother?"

Yun Yan raised his hand to arrange the ends of her hair that was blown by the wind, and when he faced the little junior sister, he was not the Yun Yan Xianjun that everyone praised.

He is not as dust-free and cold as the outside world says.

He is all about her, his fiery heart has been beating for her, she is the only concern in his world, holding him will never be able to get out of the world, willing to fall into the red dust forever.