Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The man did not speak, but turned his body slightly, and the large black cloak turned to the side as his body turned.

"Master"

Wen Baixu, who was standing by, stretched out his hand and bowed slightly.

The man standing on the high platform looked at the person who bowed with a slanted eye. He said nothing, but just looked at him coldly.

The man at the bottom also looked at the man on the platform.

The two looked at each other without a trace of emotion

"Well......."

Time stood still for a moment, and Wen Baixu felt awkward for a moment, especially when their eyes exchanged. The sense of oppression that burst out made him consciously take a few steps back.

"Move again"

The person on the platform spoke coldly, without even looking at him.

"Ha~"

"What are you laughing at? Am I funny?"

The person who was bowing was startled, and raised his head slightly to look at the person on the platform, with a look of surprise on his face.

"He's talking about me"

The man behind him came up and helped Wen Baixu up. He looked at him and glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm.

"Master... this..."

Wen Baixu hesitated for a moment, and looked up anxiously. He felt that there was an undercurrent in the hall, and it was not as calm as it seemed...

"Brother, are you dissatisfied with me?"

The person on the stage glanced at him indifferently, turned around and walked to the throne, reaching out and stroking the marks on the chair.

"How dare I? I am just an ordinary person, how dare I express dissatisfaction with the head of the Immortal Sect?"

"Then why haven't you been back for several years?"

The man turned around and flicked his sleeves, but an unprecedented excitement appeared on his face.

"In no mood"

Gu Yanming spoke calmly. These two simple words were just like the expression he was showing now.

"Well... I really don't want to miss it. Isn't this the place where you stayed before? Isn't this where you have your best memories? What you told me before..."

Feng Jiuming was so excited that he didn't even care about his usual polite manners, and asked him excitedly

"No, never."

With such indifferent expressions, one could think that the person here was a stranger rather than two brothers who had been together for more than ten years.

"Okay, okay, there isn't any, right? There isn't any, right? I'd like to see if there is any."

Feng Jiuming had a gloomy look on his face. He walked down with a brisk step, grabbed his collar, and glared at him fiercely. Although he was a head smaller than him, Gu Yanming had to lower his head to look at him, but in a moment of panic, Wen Baixu had only one thought in his mind:

'What should I do? It's a bit annoying.'

[Host, is this the time to think about this? ]

"Well~ Why not? It's the healthiest thing for the two of us to do this."

Wen Baixu rubbed his chin calmly, with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

"Do you still have the demeanor of a sect leader like this? What else do you want me to say? I've said everything I need to say."

Gu Yanming's words were like steel nails that pierced his heart. Feng Jiuming looked into his eyes and was dazed for a moment. He slowly released the strength in his hands and looked at him blankly.

“You’re still blaming me.”

"I don't blame anyone..."

Gu Yanming looked into his eyes and gently raised his hand to touch his head when he heard the sound of water drops beside his ear.

He couldn't help but glanced and saw an ambiguous and slightly vulgar person looking at the two of them.

Just as Gu Yanming was about to say something, he heard the person in front of him suddenly lower his head and lean into his arms, and then...

"sorry......"

The tears silently soaked the man's clothes, and her head was still shaking on his shoulder, like a child making a final apology after doing something wrong.

"Why...are you still crying like you were when you were a kid?"

Gu Yanming looked at the person beside him and saw that he didn't make any movement but just lowered his head helplessly. Although he wanted to treat everything with a blank expression as before, it seemed that he himself didn't know how much he couldn't resist the tears.

"You two really look like one word."

"what?"

Gu Yanming turned his head to look at him and asked

"Death and life, the fallen goose in great disaster, the crying snotty ghost"

After saying this, there was a look of disgust on his face.

"Hiccup~ You are the crybaby, and so are your whole family."

The man with his head on Gu Yanming's shoulder burped and retorted.

"Okay, okay... my whole family is like that, but as the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. So, aren't you still a crybaby when it comes to this?"

As he spoke, he bowed his hand and lowered his head towards the front with a smile.

"I... Senior Brother, look at your good disciple."

"Then he is also your apprentice, Jiu Ming... I have something to tell you."

Gu Yanming looked at the smiling Wen Baixu, as if he thought his son had grown up and was difficult to manage, but he asked Feng Jiuming

Just when he thought that he was pushed, he looked down helplessly and found that the person who was leaning on his shoulder had a stern expression on his face.

Gu Yanming was stunned for a moment, and his hands froze in mid-air.

Wen Baixu looked at the people who were gradually leaving. The chill that instantly emanated from his body seemed to penetrate his bones.

Seeing him like this, Gu Yanming took Wen Baixu in his arms and looked at the person in front of him warily.

"What's going on here"

Although Wen Baixu had seen him being moody in the past few years, today seemed different from the past.

"Jiu Ming, don't let your inner demon control you..."

"Inner demon? I am very clear-headed and I know what I am doing, but I will never agree to anything you want to do."

“Do you think you can stop it?”

"I will stop you even if I can't. At least I won't regret it."

The man on the steps had a stern expression, and there was no trace of mourning in the corners of his eyes, as if the person just now was not him.

The person standing at the bottom of the stairs stopped Wen Baixu. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the heavy door being pushed open, and a graceful figure appeared at the door.

"Master...Uncle Master, Uncle Master Gu, Master Lin Yue wants to see you."

The chill around Feng Jiuming disappeared instantly, and for a moment it was as if nothing had happened in the hall.

"What's the matter"

Two voices appeared at the same time in the hall, and the woman trembled for a moment.

"Uh... this... Master Lin Yue said he came back from his travels and wanted to celebrate."

Wen Baixu looked at the shadow covering him and the frosty person on the steps.

"In that case, why don't you just go and don't keep... people waiting for too long."

After saying that, he looked at the two people, and the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and said "No/No time"

Wen Baixu glanced at the two of them and felt that they had a good rapport.

But the person at the door was still waiting there. Looking at the thin figure, Wen Baixu broke free from his arm. Just as he was about to walk over there, he heard the woman say again: "By the way, the master said that if the uncles and uncles don't go, I'm afraid we won't be able to see the most exciting performance."

"Performance? What performance? Let's go together. It's just to celebrate everyone's return. I'll cook and make Senior Sister's favorite food."

"What"

The two of them said it in unison.

"Braised Pork"

Wen Baixu smiled and put his hands behind his back, looking at them