Chu Muyun had been on Qianluan Peak for three years. In the past three years, Mo Jiushao had given him the best living conditions, the most caring and warm companionship, hand-in-hand training, and unreserved teaching of exercises.
If he hadn't known for a long time that this guy is a black sesame trap that can't see his fingers, I'm afraid even Chu Muyun would be tempted by him.
After all, she was so unparalleled in beauty and gentle as water. Although Chu Muyun had never imagined what her partner would look like, as a lover alone, Mo Jiushao met all his standards.
It's a pity that there is a slight difference in body position.
At the dawn of this morning, Chu Muyun was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, Mo Jiushao came walking on the mist, light green clothes dragged to the ground, the thin veil was like mist like clouds, lined with waterfall-like blue silk , in the faint light of dawn, as if a fairy came to the world.
Seeing him coming, Chu Muyun put away his sword, bowed and saluted, "Father."
Mo Jiushao motioned to him: "Continue."
Chu Muyun smiled subtly, his body moved, and the long sword flipped up again.
Mo Jiushao watched quietly from the side, the boy in front of him was only fifteen years old, and he was wearing a white bunt. Although his body was thin and thin, his body was as tall and straight as a green bamboo. His long sword was thrusting out, and his body seemed to be swimming with the sword. The body is integrated, and the end is sharp and unparalleled.
After a set of moves was finished, the young man put away his sword, there was a thin sweat on his forehead, and his delicate eyebrows were full of dependence and a trace of hope.
He gasped slightly, and whispered nervously, "Father?"
Mo Jiushao's eyes deepened with a smile, and he said slowly, "You are smart and learn things quickly. Are you already practicing Shao Yue's sixth form?"
Chu Muyun's eyes were bright, and he was a little embarrassed because of his praise. He whispered: "I just tried it, there are many things I don't understand, and I hope my father can take the time to teach."
Mo Jiushao was in a good mood: "Bring the sword."
Chu Muyun handed over his sword hilt.
Mo Jiushao was wearing a floor-length robe with a thin gauze covering. This attire should have been extremely unsuitable for sword dancing, but the moment he held the sword, his aura suddenly changed, and his elegant and immortal temperament was instantly blurred. With a layer of blatant killing intent, the sharp long sword burst into the sky between his white fingers.
The same move, exactly the same style, Mo Jiushao used it but it was so powerful that it was beyond imagination. The awe-inspiring sword qi ripped through the sky, and the sword tip pointed directly at the place, and a cold light burst forth! Wearing a light green robe is not too long at all, but embellishes the figure, so that the dragon's posture is light, the bright posture is light, the sword is standing, the rapid posture is like lightning, and when it reaches the end, it seems to be a shock Hongzhiguang, the mighty thunderbolt that descended from the sky, shocked people's hearts!
Chu Muyun's eyes did not move at all. His face was filled with reverence for Confucianism, but his heart was filled with a strong desire to conquer.
"I really want to do it so he can't get out of bed."
In the past three years, Zero has already understood this man's temperament, he hehe.
Chu Muyun licked his lower lip slightly: "Don't worry, I will let him fall in love with me first."
Zero felt obliged to remind him: "Then you should know what he likes."
"Little white flower who is self-improving and diligent and studious."
"Such a little white flower doesn't want to overwhelm people."
Chu Muyun smiled: "But I will."
zero:"… "
Their communication is completely secret, even if the cultivation base is as high as Mo Jiushao, it is impossible to notice the slightest. In the past three years, Chu Muyun has been very sure of this, so he will chat with this illusory guy from time to time.
Mo Jiushao closed the pose and slowly descended from mid-air. Because of the surging wind, the light green clothes bloomed, the robes were slightly raised, and the whole picture was so beautiful that it took one's breath away.
Chu Muyun was amazed in his heart, but his cheeks were flushed, and he said with some excitement and some anticipation, "Father is really powerful, and Yun'er doesn't know when he will be able to use one-tenth of his power. "
Mo Jiushao didn't even change his breathing after this sharp sword move. He was still elegant, with kind eyes and gentle voice: "You are only fifteen years old, you are still young, don't be in a hurry."
Hearing what he said, Chu Muyun's eyes were a little sad, he lowered his head, and his hand holding the long sword was slightly forceful, and said with some difficulty: "Father, I am not afraid of enduring hardships, I am not afraid of being affected, I want to become stronger quickly, I want my hands to be strong. Blade murderer, I want to take revenge for the hundreds of lives of the Chu family who died in vain!"
His shoulders trembled slightly, and his forbearance made this thin and thin body look extra attractive.
Mo Jiushao's demeanor was full of pity. He held the young man's warm palm and said slowly, "This matter cannot be rushed. You have to take your time. Only when the foundation is solid can you grow faster."
Chu Muyun raised his head, his eyes were full of sorrow: "Father, can you tell me who the murderer is?"
Mo Jiushao brushed the strands of hair scattered across his forehead with his fair fingers, and said softly, "I'll tell you when you practice Shaoyue Jiu Style."
Chu Muyun was not reconciled, but he knew that Mo Jiushao was doing it for his own good, so he could only endure it again.
His appearance made Mo Jiushao even more pitiful, he pressed him into his arms, caressed his back with his palm, and comforted him in a warm voice: "Good boy, I know that you work hard for your father, don't worry, one day, you will will get what you want.”
What he said was a pun, but Chu Muyun shouldn't understand it, so he just leaned against Mo Jiushao's arms, trembling slightly.
It's just another scene in my mind.
Chu Muyun: "He worked so hard to raise a big child, and then destroy it with his own hands, is it interesting?"
Zero: "I have to ask you."
Chu Muyun: "I don't have such a bad taste."
Zero: "Did you set Mo Jiushao to be so perverted?"
Chu Muyun: "..."
I can't refute it... The son is not like his father's fault, he seems to have to take some responsibility...
Mo Jiushao was not busy today, so he stayed to accompany Chu Muyun for dinner. Chu Muyun was naturally very happy. Even though he had a good personality, he said a lot more than usual.
Mo Jiushao patiently accompanied him, and even offered to take a bath together after eating.
This was nothing. When he was picked up, Chu Muyun's legs were inconvenient, and Mo Jiushao kept holding him and bathed him in person.
It's just that the present is not what it used to be. At that time, Chu Muyun had not yet developed, and he just simply admired the beauty of the bath. Now that he is fifteen years old, and if he is frank with Mo Jiushao again, he is afraid that he will get an erection and that his acting skills will come. Crash can be fun.
But how to refuse? Chu Muyun's mind moved slightly, and in the next moment, his eyes were dodging, and he said uncomfortably, "Father, Yun'er has grown up..."
His words were light and flirtatious, with a hint of redness on his cheeks, and the ignorant mind of the young man was clearly revealed.
Mo Jiushao paused for a while and didn't say anything.
Chu Muyun's face was full of discomfort, and even the tips of his ears seemed to have a faint pink glow: "I... I can take a bath by myself. I..."
He wanted to say something but stopped in this way. How could Mo Jiushao not understand? He smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "Yun'er has indeed grown up."
Chu Muyun didn't know if he understood or not, but his body trembled slightly and his head dropped even lower.
Mo Jiushao had a smile on his lips, patted him lightly on the shoulder, got up and said, "Rest early, I'll see you tomorrow."
Chu Muyun responded indiscriminately, "...Father walk slowly."
After Mo Jiushao left, Chu Muyun went to the bathroom. He soaked in the warm spring water and asked, "Do you think Mo Jiushao understood my hint?"
Zero: "Although he is insane, he won't attack a fifteen-year-old boy."
Chu Muyun leaned back on the edge of the pool, his long hair soaked in the water, like a shiny black ribbon, wrapped around his thin body, making his complexion extra attractive. The corners of his mouth contained a light smile: "Yeah, fifteen years old is too tender, I'm afraid his teeth will hurt after eating."
Zero hesitated for a while, and finally decided not to remind him.
Chu Muyun soaked for a while, seeing that Mo Jiushao really didn't mean to barge in, so he could only get up to dry up with a little regret and go back to the room to rest.
The next day, Mo Jiushao sent someone to bring a little girl, saying that she was his personal maid.
Chu Muyun was stunned for a while, but he didn't realize what was going on for a long time.
The little girl looked like Sixteen Seven, wearing a tender light yellow dress, her skin was white and beautiful, and her big eyes seemed to be filled with water. His lips were full of shyness and he said, "The slave servant Qingxue has seen the Young Palace Master."
Chu Muyun would never reject Mo Jiushao's arrangement, so he accepted him.
He thought about it for a while, and asked Zero: "Mo Jiushao is ready to act? Put someone by my side, so that I can cultivate some feelings with her and then kill her?"
Before, Mo Jiushao had always cut off Chu Muyun's contact with other people intentionally or unintentionally, and he had done everything himself. This Chu Muyun can understand that the simplest and crudest way to capture a person's heart is to reduce the space as much as possible, so that he can only see him, can only rely on him, and in the end can only trust him.
But now that a girl was sent, Chu Muyun felt that his thinking was correct: "Maybe I wanted to create some coincidences and let me kill myself? Then I found out that it was a manslaughter..." Mad, really cruel, Wen Li The child who was adopted by Mo Jiushao had a hard time.
Zero didn't make a sound from beginning to end.
But soon, Chu Muyun realized that he was very wrong, and he wanted to go in the wrong direction.
The night was hazy, the window screens moved slightly, and the girl in front of her was wearing a thin coat that was almost transparent, which could not hide her exquisite figure. Her cheeks were flushed, and her voice was soft like water: "Master, let Qingbi serve you to rest. Bar."
Chu Muyun's face darkened.
Mo Jiushao really understood his hint, but he didn't actually go into battle!
Chu Muyun got angry: "What is Mo Jiushao doing? Isn't he gay?"
Zero: "Friendly reminder: "Devil" is a normal novel."
Chu Muyun: "..."
So what he should worry about is not who is attacking and who is receiving, but the worldwide problem of straight men breaking bends