The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

In the main hall.

Not all the venerables came this time, mainly because of unexpected events in the competition and the loss of disciples.

Yu Mian was pressed by Sheng Qing next to her seat, with his hands around her waist, sticking to her like a plaster, and his eyes never left her side from beginning to end.

It seems that he hasn't recovered yet.

She could only obey her and try her best to keep a serious expression so as not to reveal the embarrassment of being stared at by those deep eyes.

Fortunately, the person primarily responsible for this trip was not Sheng Qing. Wen Ruyan remained calm and indifferent as he explained the scenes, process, and situations that occurred in between one by one.

Several venerables who had lost disciples in the mountain sect originally came with a trace of resentment. After hearing this, they couldn't help but remain silent. Occasionally, a few of them cast their eyes on the man who was addicted to staring at his wife.

There is mostly admiration in his eyes.

If the external clone is seriously injured, what's the difference between that and a cultivator losing half his life?

In the future, even life-threatening battles must be carefully considered...

Sitting in the main seat, the young sect leader touched the armrest and did not choose to give Sheng Qing the healing elixir. She was originally from the Sheng Qing clan and was born with the ability to take elixir. External elixir would have little effect on her.

After some thought, he decided to owe it for now. After all, it seems that Sheng Qing doesn't lack anything now.

And Yu Mian had made great contributions in rescuing fellow disciples in the small world, so he raised his hand and gave Yu Mian a token of the library. With this token, one can obtain the privilege of reading books at the level of a mountain master.

Yu Mian took the sign without much joy in his eyes. If it was given to an ordinary disciple, this would indeed be a great opportunity, and he would have more ways to try and explore the Taoism he practiced.

But it is of little use to her, as she cannot practice all the secret manuals she has inherited.

But I still thank the sect leader. After all, although I may not necessarily read the secret books, some of the old secret stories from the past and the big melons that have been sealed for thousands or even tens of thousands of years are really tempting.

She can read all those stories that have been transformed and passed down in the world of cultivation for thousands of years in their original versions!

It’s really a benefit for those who enjoy the entertainment.

"Thank you, Sect Master!" After she bowed, she gently wiped the token with her hand and then put it into the ring.

Shengqing saw that she was so happy to receive a piece of broken sign, and he didn't understand why she was so excited. She could provide any things she wanted to see.

He raised his left hand and turned her slightly lowered head over to look at him.

Well, it looks better this way.

Yu Mian:?

"What?"

"Look at you~"

“Shh! Don’t talk nonsense in public…” Yu Mian quickly turned around to look around, speaking in a very low voice, raising his index finger to his lips and shushing.

"Can't I look?" Sheng Qing put on a hurt look, watching those eyes like a calm lake that would ripple in the next second, and placed one hand lightly on his chest, like Xi Shi.

“Okay, okay, look, look…” Yu Mian was helpless. This spoiled and black-hearted snake, his eyes fell on the face that was even colder and paler than usual, like a winter plum blossom, blooming a bit of bright lip color, embellishing the snow scene.

She stared in amazement, and could not help thinking about how painful the injury must have been. The clone and the original body were of the same soul and shared the same feelings.

That was actually the pain that hurt her body, just transferred to another torso.

As Yu Mian thought about it, his lips curled up, and he felt a little distressed. No, not just a little, he felt very distressed.

This liar snake, he clearly promised to protect me and not get hurt, but he broke his promise...

Shengqing's eyes, which were originally full of possessiveness, reflected the girl in front of him, who was as delicate as pear blossoms falling in the rain. All his paranoia and madness disappeared completely, leaving only panic.

She suddenly felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have let Yu Mian see that scene and win a little sympathy from him.

But if she had the chance again, she would still make the same decision.

She felt sorry for herself, which was also a manifestation of love. She wanted to see countless scenes of Mian'er expressing his love, and to confirm thousands of times that she liked her. Only in this way could she quench her thirst like drinking poison and trap the cruel and greedy beast in her heart.

Sheng Qing's slightly trembling fingertips gently wiped the bottom of Yu Mian's eyes, catching a drop of crystal, and then used ice magic to condense it into a hard small ice bead, which he kept.

"Don't cry."

Knowing that Yu Mian would be shy again in a while, she glanced around and led her people back to the mountain gate.

The purpose of holding this meeting is to give face to the sect leader.

She didn't need to explain this trip to anyone.

The scenery of Yufu Mountain did not change much, only a few days in total, except that the ginkgo tree in the Qinghe Hall had lost a lot of leaves, which were scattered casually in the huge courtyard, like a golden tree, dyeing the entire courtyard.

Sheng Qing originally wanted to hold Yu Mian horizontally in her arms to appreciate the scenery in the courtyard. She remembered that Yu Mian liked to look at the flowers and plants.

"Shengqing, put me down..." Yu Mian frowned. She didn't like being carried like a princess. Besides, Shengqing still had injuries on her body, so how could he carry her?

You should hug her yourself!

After getting off Sheng Qing's hand, Yu Mian took the initiative to clasp his five fingers, grinned at her, and shook off the tears on his eyes. "I'm fine, I'm just worried about you..."

After saying this, the forced smile slowly changed shape, his pupils looked like beads about to fall from a broken string, and his voice choked with sobs.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, "I didn't... mean to cry... You didn't cry, but I couldn't stop crying..." She subconsciously wanted to squat down and suppress her emotions.

When people are sad, if they squat down and hug their head, they will feel less sad.

Sheng Qing grabbed her when she was halfway through squatting, and held her butt with one hand, hanging her like a koala, and hung her on his waist. Mian'er didn't like being held horizontally, but she liked being hung like this...

"My tears have soaked the fabric of my little watering can, and it will be damaged. You will have no beautiful clothes in the future. But please don't think my color is dull." Shengqing held her hips and carried her directly to the wooden railing of the pavilion and sat down, leaning against the curved pavilion backrest.

“No…” Yu Mian buried her head in Sheng Qing’s neck with a red face, not sure if she was saying that her tears wouldn’t ruin her clothes, or that she wouldn’t be disgusted by not having good clothes to wear.

And even if Shengqing's "small" wardrobe was burned in piles, it would take quite a while.

She pinched her collar lightly with her fingertips and tried to get down, but her lower back was restrained, so she had to kneel on the chair with her legs apart to relieve herself.

“…I like all the colors you wear.” Yu Mian whispered his feelings and tidied up Sheng Qing’s clothes a little, smoothing out the wrinkles she had just made.

The palm of his hand gently slid down from the collar to the undulations, paused, and then continued to move down until it reached the position where the jade belt was wrapped around the waist, smoothing it out bit by bit.

She remembered what Sheng Qing said about practicing dual cultivation could speed up recovery, and she became absorbed in thinking about how to practice dual cultivation.

Her cultivation level has now reached the Nascent Soul stage, which barely meets the minimum threshold, and the relationship between the two is a natural progression.

The only problem was that she couldn't.