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10.4
Two days later, Xiao Yun announced the dissolution of the engagement, saying that he fell in love with someone else during Qingyun Xianjun's retreat, and he was really sorry for him.
This matter quickly spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals, causing countless people to be amazed.
Qingyun Xianjun is recognized as the number one beauty in the world of cultivating immortals, and is also a rare pure yin body. Could it be that Xiao Yun has lost his mind and gave up on this big treasure? !
You don't want it, okay, I want it, I want it.
Within a day, many people gathered in front of Lingyun Gate to come to visit. Some came by themselves, while others invited their masters over. It's just that now Qingyun Xianjun is behind closed doors, and he doesn't want to see anyone.
Xiao Yun is really damned, he even hurt his junior brother, fortunately, Master Shangqing treats him like his own son.
"Oh, Master Shangqing, my apprentice has reached the golden core stage at a young age, and he is handsome and handsome. He is a match made in heaven with Qingyun Xianjun. In the past years, Xiao Yun, your disciple, was here, so I never said this. But now that the relationship between the two of them is broken, it's time to find another Taoist partner. Let Xianjun Qingyun come out and meet up first."
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Daoist Shangqing caressed his forehead, feeling that his head was getting bigger.
In the past half a month, he has received hundreds of people from sects, and among them, the children with outstanding talents are all better than that useless mortal. But his precious son wouldn't even meet him, and stayed in the room with Mu Yang all day long.
Didn't see it.
"Prince Wuji, it's not that I, Lingyunmen, don't give you Wujizong face. You also know that Gouzi is stubborn. He said no, even if I broke my mouth, it's impossible for him to change his mind."
If he can make his Chen'er give up that black boy, he must be the happiest one. That stupid boy, his teeth itch with hatred just thinking about it. Whether Chen'er will marry him is uncertain, but now that she sees him, she calls her father. Dad, dad's size, who is your dad!
He didn't know how loudly he yelled these words, um, in his heart. There is no way, the son looked at him expectantly, just waiting for his response.
When Master Shangqing thought of his own "Hey, good boy.", his chest felt tight.
"Your lover is naturally excellent, but Chen'er and Yun'er's marriage has just been cancelled, and I'm afraid they won't be able to get over the hurt for a while. How about it, wait for you to come again in a few decades, when Chen'er will be If you don¡¯t want to, I will force him to see you.¡± Shangqing Daoist stroked his beard and said. He didn't intentionally conceal that his son had a desire to belong, but that the top immortal cultivator and stunningly beautiful Qingyun Xianjun was with a mortal, and everyone would think he was joking when he said it. What's more, the lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years, and after a hundred years, the son will have to find another son.
Speaking of this, Taoist Wuji couldn't continue to persecute him any longer, so he had to wave goodbye. Decades or decades, at least there is something to look forward to. When I go back, I will tell my apprentice that he still has hope (decades later)
Smiling and sending people away, Master Shangqing sat down and sighed, summoned a disciple and said, "Go, bring some food to Qingyunju."
"Is it Cold Mountain Morning Dew?"
"Food, vegetables!" Master Shangqing clenched his hands slightly, and scolded Mu Yang in his heart. Last night when he went to Qingyun Residence, he actually saw his son, who was not in touch with Yang Chunshui, cooking for Heizi, which made him very angry. Mortals are trouble.
The disciple blinked, showing a puzzled expression. Since Qingyun Xianjun reached the bigu stage, he only ate the morning dew elixir and never ate any earthly food.
"If you are asked to deliver it, you can deliver it. Just leave it at the door."
The disciple bowed his head in agreement, turned around and went to the back kitchen. It was only after arriving that I realized that the Lingyun Gate hadn't opened fire for three days. It turned out that the servant who was burning the fire ran off to nowhere. In his absence, no one else could control the heat well, and the food was all burnt. Right now, the kitchen staff are all waiting for the new fire-burner recruited from the foot of the mountain.
"Isn't it just a fire, what's so rare. The master ordered me to deliver food to Qingyunju. If I delay the time, I will be punished."
"You see what you said. Mu Yang has been doing the technical work of burning the fire door for more than ten years. We are not sure when it is time to add fuel to the fire. How about this, you go tell the head of the fire, and so on , just wait until night."
The disciple frowned and said in a slow voice, "But the master told me to deliver it immediately."
"I can't be in a hurry." A fat man's face trembled, and he took a breath and said, "Then go tell Qingyun Xianjun. He has already passed the bigu period, so he doesn't need to eat at all. If he is hungry, Let's make a rich meal tonight and send it over. The other disciples who have not established their foundation have been relying on food for the past few daysHis limbs and flawless white skin made Mu Yang's eyeballs turn crimson, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to knead and pinch it a few times.
"Don't make trouble, I'm a little tired." Zi Xiao patted the warm palm lightly, grunted and fell asleep. That angry tone made Mu Yang's heart tremble, and he rubbed and fiddled more and more.
Now the young man was annoyed, turned around and raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you agree not to do it today?" He tried to help his lover unlock the seal last night, and he spent a lot of energy, and he was really tired. It has been three months, but there is no effect at all. It seems that we have to wait until Mu Yang is twenty years old.
Mu Yang stared straight at him, pressing his rough fingertips on the young man's lips. In his memory, he has kissed this plump and seductive lips countless times, so he should be able to do it now.
He squinted his eyes and licked his lips, his eyes were piercingly cold.
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