Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Yu Fengxue looked calm, with a hint of fondness in her eyes: "Ayue is right, Senior Brother is worrying too much."

Jun Yuzheng withdrew his gaze from the girl, and the coldness in his narrow and long phoenix eyes seemed like winter was coming.

He flipped his hand and summoned the Su Shuang Sword. The silver-white sword flew in the air with the momentum of killing three thousand crows, and floated across the ground.

But he said lightly: "Disciple, come up and lead the way."

[I think Master wants me to go to the execution ground]

[Host, Xiaoying can only help you up to this point]

Qin Muyue didn't dare to go over, but her master's gaze was as real as substance. If looks could kill, she hoped it would point at Yu Fengxue, not her.

Jun Yuzheng watched the girl walk up to the hilt of Su Shuang's sword with her head held high, which made him want to tease her a little more.

He bowed his head for her, leaning close to the girl's ear and whispering a reminder.

"Yue'er, the person leading the way should move forward a little."

Ah, what a devil's whisper this is.

[Host, I think the Immortal Venerable has some unique skills]

Qin Muyue wanted to cry but had no tears.

Yu Fengxue's solemn brows showed a hint of displeasure, and she reminded him in a deep voice, "It's not appropriate for Master and Junior Sister Yue to ride on the same sword together."

"My memory is damaged. If there is no Yue'er to show the way, Su Shuang will travel a thousand miles in an instant, which will probably make Yue'er even more troubled." Jun Yuzheng's long eyelashes drooped, like the crescent moon, and his clear and cool figure gave off a feeling of a jade mountain about to collapse.

He lowered his eyes to gaze at the girl, his light blue pupils were like pond water soaked in pear blossoms, unable to withstand the evening breeze.

Qin Muyue was so heartbroken at that time. She thought her master must be mentally ill. If she was not filial to him, who would be? She took the initiative to pull Jun Yuzheng onto the flying sword.

"Master, don't worry, I promise to take you to Cixi Town."

"......" Yu Fengxue didn't expect Jun Yuzheng to show weakness to a girl. She was immediately furious and the Wutong bead bracelet in her hand made a crackling sound.

The three of them went down the mountain together. The Lantern Festival in Cixi Town was very lively. All kinds of lanterns were hung on both sides of the street. Some were exquisite and small, and some were of birds and animals. The lights reflected the whole street like a dazzling galaxy.

Qin Muyue excitedly pulled Yu Fengxue and Jun Yuzheng through the crowd, stopping from time to time to admire the various lanterns.

Jun Yuzheng and Yu Fengxue protected the girl tightly on both sides and stayed with Qin Muyue throughout the whole process.

After a while, the girl was holding a goldfish in her left hand and a crescent lamp in her right hand, looking very contented.

Qin Muyue played with the lantern for a while, then put it away, pulled her master's sleeve, and stopped in front of a lantern stall.

"Master, please choose a lantern? I have spirit stones!"

There were many cultivators in the market town at the foot of the mountain. A group of male and female cultivators followed Immortal Master Fu Guang from a distance. Those who were tactful just watched and dared not comment.

Not only is Immortal Fu Guang the best in appearance, he is also the most vicious in reputation.

Jun Yuzheng rubbed his chin with his jade-like fingertips. He lowered his eyes to look at a cat holding a lantern and said calmly, "Master, I think this looks a lot like Yue'er when she was a child."

Yu Fengxue looked at the cat lantern and recalled Qin Muyue's mischief all over the mountains when he was a child, often jumping on him with mud on his face.

I suddenly wanted a lantern like this.

"Boss, do you have any more of this?"

"Hello, Immortal Lord." The man selling lanterns was a cultivator. He flipped his hand and produced a second one, then handed it over with an apologetic smile.

"Master and senior brothers, do you think I looked like a calico cat when I was a child?" Qin Muyue looked helpless. She suddenly wanted to go back and beat herself up for not awakening her memory. Damn, I'm such a grown-up and still playing in the mud.

"Don't you think it's not like that, Yue'er?" Jun Yuzheng's narrow and long phoenix eyes were full of teasing, and he accepted the lantern with satisfaction.

Yu Fengxue was holding an identical lantern, with the shadow of little Qin Muyue in her mind. For a moment, the atmosphere among the three of them became much more harmonious.

As the night deepens, the atmosphere of the Lantern Festival becomes more and more lively.

The three of them came to a wide square with a huge lotus lantern in the center. It was surrounded by a crowd of people, all waiting for a grand fireworks display.

Qin Muyue ordered rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice in the best seat in the restaurant and asked Jun Yuzheng and Yu Fengxue to sit down.

Finally, with a loud bang, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the brilliant light illuminated the entire town.

"Cough cough cough..." Qin Muyue was so frightened by the explosion that she choked on the dumpling.

Two cups of tea were handed over. Qin Muyue picked up one and drank it. When she came to her senses, she saw the cold gaze of her master and the tea he handed over.

"Thank you, senior brother, thank you, master," Qin Muyue thanked him while holding Jun Yuzheng's teacup in a flattering manner, and felt the touch of Jun Yuzheng's fingers like icy jade.

The girl shamelessly refused to let go, and took a sip from her master's hand, which was scented with plum blossoms. "This tea is so smooth... ah, it's really fragrant."

Jun Yuzheng took back his hand and looked at the fingerprints on the back of his hand. The veins on his forehead jumped. But when he saw Yu Fengxue's dark face, he felt much better.

"Junior sister, you are not allowed to eat the dumplings before the fireworks are over, or you may choke." Yu Fengxue reported it on the spot and took away Qin Muyue's dumplings.

Qin Muyue looked at her master and senior brother eating glutinous rice balls with her eyes wide open, tears of sadness almost flowing out of the corners of her mouth.

Jun Yuzheng held the spoon with elegant movements, holding up her silver hair with one hand. Her every move was graceful and dignified, which was pleasing to the eye, especially when she ate the dumplings with her thin lips, and the osmanthus syrup left a shimmering color on her lips, making her lips moist and red without any makeup.

Yu Fengxue sat upright here, holding up the spoon with one hand. The angle of her arm was as perfect as if she had measured it, and she didn't even lower her neck as she brought the spoon to her lips and ate it.

Although it seemed that he was being unscrupulous, a trace of molasses that accidentally slipped from the corner of his lips made Qin Muyue's eyes burn with heat. He wanted to ruffle his senior brother's clothes immediately and free his generous chest.

[Tong, Master's full sense of being a husband is fine, but the sense of abstinence of this sect-made style of Senior Brother is simply amazing. Why are you still eating dumplings? Eat them! ]

[Host, you have to hold on! ]

Jun Yuzheng and Yu Fengxue were choked almost at the same time. They picked up their teacups and drank from them, staring at Qin Muyue with sparkling eyes, each with its own unique features.

[Jun Yuzheng’s favorability +1]

[Yu Fengxue's favorability +5]

[Hmm...I feel like Master is just unhappy]

[Host, if you could just look at Yu Fengxue less]

Qin Muyue guiltily withdrew her gaze from the senior brother's chest. After all, the emotions there were fluctuating greatly, which made her dizzy.

She noticed that the eldest brother and the master choked just now, and the spoons smashed into the bowls, splashing soup everywhere.

"I'll order two more bowls for you." She stood up, feeling even more dizzy, and shook her head with a dazed look.

"Is Yue'er drunk?" A hint of surprise flashed in Jun Yuzheng's eyes. He didn't expect that the girl had such a poor alcohol tolerance that she could get so drunk with just a thin layer of rice wine in her food.

"I'll take A Yue back." Yu Fengxue stood up with a sullen face. The girl's eyes were sparkling with drunkenness, her face was flushed, and her icy skin was faintly pink.

He took out a clean long robe from the storage device and wrapped the girl tightly.

He didn't want other men to see her at all.

Jun Yuzheng watched Yu Fengxue's actions, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if a snowstorm was about to come.

"What do you mean? Don't you think I am qualified to take care of Yue'er?"

Yu Fengxue snorted coldly, “Master, your memory has not yet recovered. If you can’t take good care of Yue’er, wouldn’t it be bad?”

The tension in their conversation grew stronger and stronger, but Qin Muyue was unaware of it. She just felt that the sound of their quarrel was getting farther and farther away, as if it was a dream.

Jun Yuzheng narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and the gazes of the two collided in the air, sparks flying.

"Are you questioning your teacher?"

Yu Fengxue did not give in, "Master, you and A Yue are master and disciple. Now that A Yue is drunk, you should avoid suspicion."

Jun Yuzheng's face became more and more gloomy. "Yu Fengxue, you have to figure out your identity. Your master asked you to stay away from the sect disciples because no one knows when you will..."

"Enough. For A Yue, I would rather die in your hands than let your worries come true." A trace of anger flashed in Yu Fengxue's eyes.

Jun Yuzheng condensed ice into something, and an ice lotus seed was spinning in his palm. He had an indifferent expression and every word he spoke was like a pearl.

“Even if a spotless seed falls on poisonous soil and grows up, it will only be poison.”

“Then Master, let’s take a gamble. When Ah Yue learns the truth, will she believe you or me, Yu Fengxue?” He turned away, and his figure in black disappeared into the long night.

Jun Yuzheng crushed the lotus seeds in his palm and looked at the snow-like powder that fell like flying sand.

He carefully picked up the girl and buried her red face in his chest. His chest vibrated as he murmured in a hoarse voice.

"Yue'er, if your master can win once, you can win a second time. This time, promise your master that you will never go to Fuyue Mountain again."