The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Sheng Qingye drank.

Ever since Tang Yixin came back, Sheng Qingye rarely drank. Today, he was dragged over by his former subordinates and only drank a few glasses.

He didn't delay for long and came back soon. The wind brought out a little drunkenness in him. It was easy to get drunk because he hadn't drunk for too long.

In a daze, Sheng Qingye saw a familiar figure hurriedly walking out of Biling Peak in the night. He concealed his breath and followed.

Tang Yixin's wrist was locked by Sheng Qingye again. Looking at the other's eyes filled with anger and loneliness, he seemed to have guessed it.

"You followed?"

Sheng Qingye just looked at Tang Yixin with a stern gaze, and the chain in his hand tightened even more.

Tang Yixien was surprised that Sheng Qingye didn't rush over and was actually in the dark.

Only Sheng Qingye knew that half of his back teeth were broken.

But he himself didn't understand, he just held it in.

Maybe these ten years have made him more mature, and perhaps he feels that without Jin Xiaoxiao, his master may not come back.

Even so, with the person in his arms, the anger and loneliness made him uncomfortable again.

"Let me go first," Tang Yixien didn't want to fight with his disciple.

Besides, his cultivation level is not yet up to Sheng Qingye's, and is still a bit behind.

He just hoped Sheng Qingye could calm down.

Sheng Qingye once again hugged Tang Yixin into his arms. He put chains around Tang Yixin's wrists and waist.

Only in this way did he feel at ease.

Tang Yixin only felt a faint aroma of plum wine, and a hot person coming towards him.

"Sheng Qingye, drink less in the future and don't think too much about certain things." Tang Yixien whispered.

These words were just to comfort Sheng Qingye, but what Sheng Qingye heard meant that he should stop thinking too much.

Sheng Qingye had just been stimulated, and now his heart was even more bitter. With a fire rising in his head, he leaned over to Tang Yixuan's ear and said in a low, heated voice:

"Master is mine, so I should lock you up and make you beg for mercy under my disciple. This body of yours doesn't belong to me yet, but it will be mine sooner or later!"

Tang Yixian's heart trembled, and his eyes were cold:

"Sheng Qingye!"

Tang Yixien was currently entangled in chains and forced to be locked in Sheng Qingye's arms.

His eyes sharpened, he bent his knees, and pushed hard towards Sheng Qingye's lower abdomen.

This wolf cub becomes so naughty and asks for a beating after drinking. He speaks without restraint and is so arrogant that I really won't feel relieved if I don't teach him a lesson.

Sheng Qingye dodged backward suddenly, and the chain loosened instantly. He was afraid of hurting Tang Yixien's wrist, but at this time there was already a circle of red marks on Tang Yixien's wrist.

Even gentle rubbing will cause this, let alone a somewhat rough chain.

The wind suddenly blew in the yard, and the wind fluttered Tang Yixian's cloak. Tang Yixian said coldly:

"That's ridiculous! I'll punish you by making you do push-ups in the yard for six hours tomorrow, and then face the wall to reflect on your mistakes."

Push-ups were Tang Yixin's way of training Sheng Qingye's arm strength, and he was more comfortable with chains.

Later, locking him up became easier.

"Yes, Master, six hours. I have remembered it, and I hope you can remember it too." Sheng Qingye saluted with a smile on his lips, with an inexplicable sharp and obscure light in his eyes.

Just like a little animal returning to its cage, he turned around and went back.

Tang Yixien felt that this look made his waist ache.

Six hours.

He recalled what Sheng Qingye said in his ear that day: if you punish him, he will pay it back.

This wolf cub.

No, he has to get his cultivation back as soon as possible.

When Tang Yixien went to look for the lantern, it had already burned to a char on the ground.

Fortunately, the goldfish lantern is still in the house.

At the same time, in Xuan Yuran's "Wu" house, the lights were on all night, and various objects were placed on the table, including bamboo strips, colored paper and shiny mica sheets.

Xuan Yuran was concentrating on pasting a piece of colored paper on a bamboo stick. Next to him was a fire, burning the paste in a small bowl, bubbling.

The ground was littered with broken lanterns and balls of waste paper.

The goldfish lantern in his hand is the tenth one he has made, and none of them were successful.

He has been making this goldfish lantern since he came back.

"Master will like this, right?" He held up the lantern he had made. This was the one that looked the most like the original.

At this time, the goldfish's eyes suddenly fell off, and he still seemed unsatisfied, so Xuan Yuran decided to make another one, and he must make the best goldfish lantern to give to his master.

There was a glimmer in Xuan Yuran's eyes as he took out another piece of rice paper.

In Sheng Qingye's room, he had fallen asleep on a table covered with a pile of rice paper. He also wanted to make lanterns, but unfortunately his hands were not as good as Xuan Yuran's.

Tang Yixin returned to the room and the candles were already lit. It was already late at night, and after such a busy night, he had no desire to sleep.

After washing up, Tang Yixien sat on the bed and began to meditate.

Under the candlelight, Tang Yixin's long eyelashes flickered slightly, and there was a faint breeze lingering around him.

As he practiced, gusts of strong wind swirled around him.

Wind-type spiritual roots are like this, they advance very quickly. Previously, because of the final attack from Chimei Bailiang, Tang Yixin had basically lost all his cultivation, but he recovered some of it through cultivation afterwards.

Tang Yixin mobilized his spiritual power and circulated it in his dantian and throughout his body for a few times. He felt a force gradually rising and finally advanced.

He has been practicing every day since he came back, and this is his first time to advance.

Tang Yixien advanced to the middle stage of the Golden Core, which was very fast for him.

"Light...wait for the light...wait for the light." The voice of Youyou online sounded in Tang Yixien's mind at the right time.

"Congratulations to the host for advancing. A random prize will be dropped, and the points are 1000."

Youyou was excited. She hadn't announced Tang Yixuan's advancement for a long time.

Ever since Tang Yixin was demoted last time, Youyou was so angry that she almost lost her energy.

"Youyou, you are finally online." Tang Yixien said in his mind, then withdrew his spiritual power and ended his practice.

"Host, I have been dealing with the database for some time."

Tang Yixian folded his legs and found a comfortable position to lie on the bed. He coughed lightly and asked in his mind:

"Um...are you really wearing those black stockings?"

Youyou didn't expect Tang Yixien to ask this first.

"I was wearing a short black silk skirt that day, straddling the table, and asked him if it was okay. The database covered my skirt with his suit and said he was going crazy."

"Why is he crazy?!" Tang Yixien asked in a confused and stern manner.

"That's right, that's right, I'm not crazy yet." Youyou nodded in agreement on the other side, not understanding, and her curly hair fell down.

Tang Yixian changed the direction in which he lay, and then continued to ask:

"And then? Database him?"