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

Xuan Yuran was at the back door at this time, quietly waiting for his master.

Fortunately, the Sheng family was busy at the banquet at this time and there was no one at the back door.

He looked up at the moon tonight, which was hazy.

Originally, he didn't care about birthdays. He was alone on his birthday every year.

Since his mother passed away, no one remembers his birthday anymore.

He even forgot about his carefree grandfather.

But today, seeing Sheng Qingye’s birthday party, my heart still felt wet and uncomfortable.

Cicadas were chirping inappropriately in the trees.

His eyes darkened, and he clenched a talisman in his palm and flew out. A cicada rolled down from the tree and was wrapped in the talisman, unable to make any sound.

It made him upset.

Why hasn’t Master come yet?

Xuan Yuran couldn't help but worry.

"Xiao Xuanwu, have you been waiting for a long time?" A low and mellow voice was suddenly heard in the dark night.

At the same time, the door opened and Tang Yixien walked out.

"Master, have you encountered any danger? Or is there anything else you want to instruct your disciple?" Xuan Yuran asked with clear eyes.

"Let's go back to Biling Peak with Master."

Tang Yixien reached out and grabbed Xuan Yuran's arm, then walked towards the carriage.

Just let him drive the carriage?

Xuan Yuran thought.

At this moment, he felt the warmth of his master on his arm, and his heart was beating slightly.

The Sheng family and the Tang family are not far away.

Xuan Yuran drove very fast and arrived at the gate of Tangjia Mountain in an hour.

Afterwards, the two of them walked into the mountain gate. Tang Yixin walked in front without saying a word all the way.

He walked very quickly, and Xuan Yuran just followed behind his master.

He always felt that something was wrong with his master until he followed him back to Biling Peak.

When he walked into the courtyard where the disciples lived, he was instantly shocked by the scene before him.

There is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in the center of the courtyard, and its lush branches are now covered with dots of fluorescent light.

It's like a tree full of falling stars.

Tang Yixin spent a long time researching this magic circle before he created it.

"Happy birthday, Xiao Xuanwu. I heard that the phoenix likes the fire tree. Does this look like it?"

Tang Yixien turned around and spoke to Xuan Yuran.

Tang Yixien stood under a tree covered with fluorescent dots. He had an outstanding figure, a slight smile on the corners of his lips, and his beautiful Ruifeng eyes were slightly raised, with dots of light reflected in his eyes. His starry eyes were bright and elegant, handsome.

Xuan Yuran was slightly stunned at this moment.

I don’t know if it was because he just took a sip of wine or what.

He felt as if his whole body was surrounded by something soft, with a pleasant feeling.

Master is celebrating his birthday.

"Hey, Xiao Xuanwu? What's wrong with you? Why are you in a daze?"

Tang Yixien himself didn't realize that he seemed more relaxed and agile in front of Xuan Yuran.

Maybe he thought Xuan Yuran was simple.

"This is not fire, don't be afraid."

Tang Yixien thought he was a little scared.

Xuan Yuran stared straight at Tang Yixian and said, "I'm not afraid. Thank you, Master. I like it very much."

"Wait a moment, I'll get you something."

"Master..."

Xuan Yuran didn't want his master to leave, but when he opened his mouth, Tang Yixien had already walked out of the yard quickly and headed towards the villa where he lived.

He raised his head and looked at the fireflies dotted on the trees, enveloping the night sky and the courtyard in a dim glow.

It is as beautiful as the flowing stars.

sieve!

Suddenly, he felt a strong wind coming towards him, and he jumped up and dodged it.

It's a chain!

At this moment, Sheng Qingye landed in front of him swiftly and neatly, and then another chain went directly towards Xuan Yuran.

"I haven't practiced with my junior brother yet. Today is a good day, why don't we have a practice!" Sheng Qingye said in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

In an instant, the crackling sounds of black iron chains and talismans echoed in the courtyard.

And on Sheng Qingye's chain was the glazed feather ring that his master had given him today.

Just now, Sheng Qingye saw with his own eyes that his master went to the back door after rejecting him.

Then, he pulled Xuan Yuran and ran away.

If Jin Xiaoxiao hadn't asked him to calm down, he would probably have rushed out.

Afterwards, he followed them back to Biling Peak and saw the fluorescent tree that his master had prepared for Xuan Yuran. His master's smile made him feel inexplicably painful.

Sheng Qingye could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

The drunken blush on his face had not yet faded, and there was a sinister light in his eyes.

Jin Xiaoxiao naturally followed along. He knew Sheng Qingye's temper and he couldn't stop him at all.

He looked at Sheng Qingye's current moves, which were cruel but not fatal, so he did not try to stop him.

Jin Xiaoxiao narrowed her indifferent eyes, looked at the firefly tree in front of her, and couldn't help but shook her head slightly.

At this moment, he saw the figure of his master not far away, walking towards him.

"Hey... don't blame me for not warning you... Master is here."

Sheng Qingye immediately put away the chains and Xuan Yuran's talisman.

This is a tacit understanding.

Tang Yixin was holding a plate with a round pastry on it, so he didn't notice what happened just now.

When he walked into the yard, he was surprised to see that the three disciples were there.

"Sheng Qingye? Jin Xiaoxiao? Why are you back?"

"Master, you asked us to go back and rest just to do this with Xuan Yuran?" Sheng Qingye's tone was filled with resentment.

Tang Yixien felt that Sheng Qingye's tone was very strange.

The firefly light was dim, and Tang Yixin didn't notice the tension between Xuan Yuran and Sheng Qingye.

He walked over, placed the cake in his hand on the table under the tree, and said in a calm tone,

"What a coincidence! Today is also Xuan Yuran's birthday. I thought of giving him a birthday party as well."

Sheng Qingye glanced at Xuan Yuran, and only then did he realize that today was actually Xuan Yuran’s birthday.

He and Xuan Yuran were born on the same day!

But for some reason, he still felt angry and his heart was blocked.

"Since you are all here, that's perfect. Let's go together. It will be more lively this way." Tang Yixien said in a normal tone.

Xuan Yuran is the only one in the cultivation clan, so naturally it is his master who celebrates his birthday.

Originally, they were supposed to celebrate together with their fellow disciples, but coincidentally, Sheng Qingye also had his birthday today.

Then he would be the only one to celebrate for Xuan Yuran.

It’s better now, more lively and the atmosphere is better.

In addition to the cake, he also had a food box in his hand. He took out plates of preserved fruits from the food box and placed them on the table.

At this time Xuan Yuran also went over to help.

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at her master's busy back and lowered her eyes.

As his master, he seemed to be obsessed with treating them equally.

Unfortunately, there are some things that Master doesn’t understand.

The more beautiful something is, the more likely it is to be coveted by others, but it is human nature to possess it exclusively.

Although he was calm, the occasional discomfort in his heart reminded him that he seemed to be the same.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Under the fluorescent tree, the four masters and apprentices sat around a stone table.

Tang Yixien unilaterally felt that the atmosphere was particularly harmonious, as if everyone was camping.

But in fact, it is not harmonious at all.

It can be said to be an undercurrent.

Sheng Qingye's expression was still terrifyingly gloomy. He looked at his master in front of him, wishing he could take him away immediately.

Lock the person in Sheng's house, and no one can see him except him.

His hands were clasping the stone table until they were about to make a hole.