In the middle of the night, the sound echoed in the air, and it was particularly loud.
Xie Zhiwei: "..."
The heart is so tired, the trust between people! Yin Cangshan, just wait for me, turn around and let me see how the hero of the original book dealt with your unruly girl, and show you with a smile!
When Yin Cangshan shouted, everyone in the courtyard became alert. Mu Yu was very calm, nodded and said, "Thanks to Yin Shibo for taking care of him." He glanced at the half-covered door, "There is indeed someone in my room, Shibo has seen it?"
Yin Cangshan waved his hand: "I said I didn't go in, so I haven't seen it yet, but I just heard some movement..."
Mu Yu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Uncle Shi. He is my distinguished guest. Because he came in a hurry, he will stay here tonight."
Yin Cangshan was quite surprised: "Dear guest, but..." But what did he say under the bed
"Why, what does Uncle Shi think is strange?"
"Very good, very good." Yin Cangshan coughed, and concealed: "Wu Shuang clamored to see you, but it was cool and dark at night, and she... I stopped her just now. Since my nephew is fine, I will let her see you tomorrow." Come."
"Wu Shuang was indeed quite shocked. Don't worry, Uncle Shi. I will definitely find out who is responsible for her and seek justice." Mu Yu cupped his hands, "It's getting late, so Uncle Shi please rest early."
Watching Yin Cangshan leave, Mu Yu walked to the eaves and was about to open the door when he suddenly asked the guard on duty not far away: "Did Prince Yin really not go in?"
"Hui Shizi, no."
Hearing this reply, Xie Zhiwei couldn't help being angry in his heart.
The guards in this yard are definitely on dry food. First, Yin Wushuang asked them to pick flowers, and they left without authorization, allowing him to sneak into the house. Now Yin Cangshan is a big living person, and he can't stand it.
However, this small courtyard is probably the most remote part of the palace, and most of the people left behind will not take it seriously. Otherwise, Mu Ku would not have placed him here.
I don't know what Mu Kui is thinking at this time, but the sound of pushing the door is very long.
Xie Zhiwei sighed. If you can't walk left and right, let's be a quiet and handsome man.
Dressed in dusty white clothes, he floated in.
When Mu Yu entered the room, his eyes quickly captured a scene, and his eyes immediately changed.
Xie Zhiwei stood alone under the lamp, holding the Qingping sword steadily with one hand, and holding the table with the other. At this time, his back was facing Mu Ku, and the crow blue Taoist robe on his body was warmed by the candlelight.
For a moment, Mu He seemed to have returned to the city of Zaoji many years ago, and the city was full of bamboo forests and breeze.
Mu Yu stared at the back, and whispered softly: "Sixu changes like a dog..."
This sentence is not bad at all. When I named the dog back then, who would have thought that it would encounter so many accidents
At that time, he lived only for revenge, to get back everything that belonged to him. But I never thought that just this clear road would be so muddy.
And Xie Zhiwei's death is another thorn in the mud, which has been piercing his heart for four years.
Sure enough, his nature is greedy. But once reborn, the whole person changes. Master returned from his ascension. Although he was pleasantly surprised, he yearned for more. Not only is the person who seeks the respect of the master his, but also the heart of seeking the respect of the master belongs to him completely.
Ming Kong's trick is certainly a shortcut, but he still disdains it. Shen You and Ming Kong didn't even have a ten-thousandth possibility, but he and Shizun already had a turning point, but he couldn't believe it, and Shizun didn't want to admit it.
This is also the reason why he did not hesitate to crush the iron piece of the Heart Control Technique.
It's just that when that day comes, how long will it take
Thinking about it, Mu Ku couldn't help laughing bitterly.
Xie Zhiwei turned around and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Under the light, he was panting slightly. Just now, he was tossing back and forth under the bed. He was so hot that he was a cultivator, and he was sweating all over his body, but his face was so pale that there was no blood.
Mu Yu was startled, and immediately understood, and hurried forward: "I thought the master deliberately suppressed his spiritual power and refused to see me, but it turned out that he used up all his spiritual power for his disciples..." He went to help Xie Zhiwei with both hands, his face full of pity.
Xie Zhiwei stretched out his hand to push him, with vague anger in his eyes: "So, you always knew that I was... hiding there?"
I still don’t say the words under the bed, it’s really detrimental to the image, it’s not because I’m afraid of OOC, it’s a matter of face!
Of course the result was that he couldn't be pushed away, and Mu Kui went one step further and hugged him horizontally. Xie Zhiwei's mind went blank for a moment, and his lips trembled: "What are you doing? Let go, let go! Did you hear that, let go!"
When he was filming in those days, he often hugged the heroine in the film like this. Every time he came to such a scene, the bullet screen was full: "Ah, I really want to be hugged by the male god princess!" "Thank you Teacher, let go of that heroine, come at me for anything!" "The masking squad is here, and I won't show you my pampered face."
The past cannot be traced, memories are like cold wind blowing...
Now in this scene, the princess is hugging and pampering her face, it's almost like yesterday, but the one who is hugging has become the one being hugged, how can he accept it
Mu Yu let him scold him as much as he wanted, and even slapped Qingping on the head twice with his sword, but he remained indifferent. He put Xie Zhiwei on the bed very carefully, and said softly: "Master, please calm down. This disciple feels that it will be embarrassing to meet Master like that, so I have to wait for Master to come out by himself... Master, don't be afraid, disciples don't do anything, it's just that Master You will get tired standing up."
You are quite considerate, young man, labor and management are not afraid, labor and management are a double conflict of physiology and psychology, okay
Xie Zhiwei separated the Qingping sword between the two of them, and said vigilantly: "I know your filial piety as a teacher. I am indeed tired of being a teacher. You go out now."
But Mu Yu didn't listen to him this time, but leaned over to support his feet, and took off his shoes one by one. Xie Zhiwei wanted to kick, but this was more like a good woman who was molested and unable to fight back.
Well, it's true that you can't fight back...
"It's uncomfortable to sleep in shoes, so the disciple offends..."
Xie Zhiwei endured the goosebumps all over his body until he finished taking off, then retracted his feet very quickly, covered his body with the quilt, wrapped it like a rice dumpling: "Thank you, you can go out now... eh?! What are you doing?"
He didn't care if he didn't care, and when he saw it, he was about to blow his hair again. Mu Yu was taking off his own shoes and socks in silence.
Mu Yu said lightly: "The disciple sleeps with the master, otherwise the disciple is afraid that he will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight."
"You won't see hallucinations for the time being, don't worry." Xie Zhiwei wanted to struggle to get up, but on the one hand, Mu He reached out to hold him down, and on the other hand, he didn't have much energy, so he had to worry.
"The disciple knows." Mu Yu could sense that Xie Zhiwei was very resistant to being hugged by him, so he just fell asleep next to him, "It's just..."
"Just what?" Xie Zhiwei felt that this posture and distance could barely be accepted, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
Mu Ku said in a low voice, "The disciple had a dream."
Xie Zhiwei raised his eyes, and looked at him indifferently—with the hero's mental strength, how could he dream randomly, thinking that Hei Lian was making tea
Mu Yu's expression was gloomy, but his eyes were extremely bright: "The master may not believe it. The disciple dreamed that he was dead, and before the disciple died, to the master, he was just a passerby who met by chance."
Xie Zhiwei was taken aback, it sounded familiar. After a long while, he said dryly, "You... you're thinking wildly again."
The corners of Mu Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and he continued: "Just pretend that the disciple is just thinking wildly, but that is the worst nightmare in the disciple's heart. In the dream, the disciple had nothing, and my mother committed suicide in despair, and I worshiped Daozong as I wished, and suffered all kinds of bullying. In the end, he was murdered by the wicked. The token of recognition with his father was taken away, and his identity was replaced... "
Although the content of the narration is heavy, Mu He's tone is indifferent, as if it is someone else's story, or a long past event. But Xie Zhiwei knew that this was not the case, so he couldn't help interrupting: "Stop talking."
Mu Yu looked at him slowly, without stopping: "I have always been thankful that I begged Master a few more words when I woke up four years ago. Otherwise, would my life be as miserable as in my dream? end?"
Facing this question, Xie Zhiwei couldn't say a word.
In fact, in the original book, after Mu Yu was reborn, he did make a lot of efforts to change his destiny, such as begging the original owner Xie Zhiwei to accept him as his disciple—avoiding the city of Danding, where the snakes and rats nest in vain, will save a lot of trouble in the future.
But the fact is that Mu Yu begged bitterly, and although the original owner Xie Zhiwei was in a dilemma, he was unmoved and insisted on entrusting him to Bai Jianzhuo. Of course, this is also a plot requirement.
What is intriguing is, if the original owner Xie Zhiwei accepts Mu Kui, will it still develop to the present stage. Anyway, after he crossed over, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed to grab the show, he deserved it.
Xie Zhiwei's brain hurts, and he can't help but raise his hand to press his forehead.
Mu Yu hurriedly concealed his smile and said: "Master is already troubled, it's because the disciple is ignorant, and still annoys Master with these trivial matters."
Xie Zhiwei suddenly touched his cold hand.
The warm touch of Mu Yu's fingertips is gone in the blink of an eye. This wasn't the first time he held hands with Xie Zhiwei, it wasn't even a handshake, but it was the first time Xie Zhiwei took the initiative to touch him in such a long time.
Mu Yu was stunned: "Master..."
"Is it true?" Xie Zhiwei asked.
"Disciple... stupid."
Xie Zhiwei sighed: "Is it true to be a teacher at this moment?"
It's all so straightforward, Mu Yu is smart, how can he not understand? He nodded blankly, and after a while, his eyes became firm: "Master is different from the one in the dream."
Xie Zhi smiled, closed his eyes, unexpectedly didn't push him away, and didn't hide in the bed anymore: "Sleep, don't think about it anymore, you can still see me when you get up early tomorrow."
The candlelight was still flickering, and the whole house was silent. The Kyushu palace, which has been inhabited for four years, is still the same, but Mu Yu slightly turned his head to look around the furnishings in the house, and his eyes became hot and he couldn't control it.
He took one last deep look at Xie Zhiwei, who was so sleepy that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He stepped forward and kissed the corner of Xie Zhiwei's lips lightly, and recorded this feeling wholeheartedly, just like remembering those words back then.
——Before leaving Xuanyun Mountain that night, it was the same voice, the same tone, and the real person beside him told him: You still have to be a teacher.
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