"Are you crazy, Jiang Xun!"

Lin Ye was thrown to the ground by Jiang Xun. The smell of drunkenness and Jiang Xun's aroma lingered in Lin Ye's nose. Jiang Xun was still laughing: "What are you doing, Brother Zhao?"

"You drunk cat, what are you going to do!" Lin Ye gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up. Jiang Xun just laughed and then passed out again. How irresponsible!

"Drunk cat!"

Lin Ye suddenly flashed in his mind, whether this guy is a woman or not, now he can verify it, he looked down at Jiang Xun who was sleeping, and after hesitating for a long time, he sighed: "Forget it, if this guy is really a woman

, then my sin is really big, but when I carried her just now, her chest... didn't really seem like a man's."

Forget it, forget it, whether this guy is a man or a woman, what does it have to do with him?

Unconsciously, he walked over and gently picked up Jiang Xun and put her back on the bed. At this time, she had completely fallen asleep, with her slightly long hair covering her face...really, she seemed to be a woman.

"Actually... it's better for you to be a woman."

Because, I am not a pervert~

Lin Ye shook his head and walked slowly down the building. The wind and rain outside became stronger and stronger, hitting the roof and the windows. Lin Ye closed all the doors and windows on the three floors tightly. At this time, outside the window,

On the path by the roadside, there were still disciples walking in the heavy rain, either walking alone holding a book, or walking together in groups, adding more laughter.

In fact, everyone is busy with their own things. Maybe only those few people in Qingcheng Palace really remember Jiang Xun in their hearts. The others are just echoing.

Lin Ye sighed and murmured: "I hope you don't die unexpectedly and break their hearts..."

The curtains were gently drawn shut, and the lights in the room were extinguished.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Lin Ye got up very early, and with Du Dahu's influence, he could almost stand side by side with the sun. Last night, Lin Ye made a carpet on the first floor and reluctantly fell asleep. His sleep was really uncomfortable.

Lin Ye moved his somewhat stiff body, stood up and stretched. The first thing he did was to look inside his Dantian. Compared with yesterday, he could mobilize a lot more energy, and his Dantian was gradually becoming more active.

stand up.

"It doesn't seem like the problem is big. It will get better as time goes by." This made Lin Ye take a breath, fold up the blanket and put it back where it was before walking to the window and opening the curtains.

The sky was gloomy, and it was still raining heavily. It had been raining all night and it hadn't stopped. However, there were already many Qingcheng disciples walking hurriedly on the streets with tired faces, but

His eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"It should be to get up early to practice or go out to do tasks."

To be honest, in an atmosphere like Qingcheng Palace, even if you really want to be lazy, you will feel impatient and ashamed. Unlike Futian Palace, you won't see a ghost outside the door for a long time.

Lin Ye walked downstairs unconsciously. He originally wanted to go up to the third floor to see if Jiang Xun was awake, but then he thought about it. This habit is just like ordinary people. A disciple from a famous family like Jiang Xun should be very disgusted by others.

After receiving permission, I entered their room and stopped walking.

Just listening to the slight breathing above, Jiang Xun must still be sleeping soundly.

"Oh, a girl drank so much wine. I don't know how she got here before."

This kind of character is called bold among men, but among women, it is called aloof and arrogant. She is not a girl from a good family. Especially in a large sect like Qingcheng Palace, this kind of ethos should be even stronger.

Lin Ye shook his head, walked out of the door holding an umbrella, and walked towards the commercial street. There were only a few scattered disciples here, but most of the shops here were open.

"Uncle, is this milk fresh?"

Lin Ye walked to a very exquisite small shop selling milk (most of the businesses that can be opened in Qingchengdian Commercial Street are very exquisite and not as scattered as in Jianghu). The owner of the shop is a very clean old man with a waist.

The rod is straight.

"Of course it's fresh. The cows are all domestically raised and the milk was squeezed out last night. There's nothing fresher than this!"

Although the old man said so, he still set up a stall on the Qingcheng Pai Commercial Street, but Lin Ye, who had been in the beggar circle since childhood, still instinctively did not believe these profiteers, and carefully smelled the small buckets (also

The milk (which is the size of a wooden basin) is heated and cooked and can be drank directly.

They are indeed all fresh. In the inner gate of Qingcheng, it seems that profiteers do not dare to make fakes at will.

“I have been setting up stalls here for more than ten years, and they are always the freshest!”

Lin Ye nodded and picked out a bucket that he thought was the freshest (this bucket was enough for ten people to have a drink each, and it was not too small): "This bucket, how much does it cost?"

"Okay, one hundred copper coins!"

"..."

The milk is good milk, but the price is too expensive. Fifty copper coins is enough for an ordinary family to eat for a month.

Good things are indeed expensive.

Fortunately, he had the example of an inner disciple and the five thousand taels of silver note Li Yanqiu gave him before leaving, otherwise it would still be difficult to move forward.

Having no money is the hardest thing.

Carrying a bucket of milk, Lin Ye continued walking forward with an umbrella, bought two more hot eggs, which should be a light side dish unique to this place, and then returned to Jiang Xun's courtyard.

Lin Ye arranged the wooden table on the first floor, poured milk into two luminous cups (Jiang Xun had a lot of good things at home), and gently placed the breakfast he bought on the table, feeling quite satisfied.

"Why do I feel like a housewife..." Lin Ye shook his head helplessly. After all, had he promised Jiang Xun's parents to take good care of her? Yes, yes.

At this time, a burst of gentle footsteps came from upstairs, and Jiang Xun was seen walking down the stairs with a yawn: "Good morning, Senior Brother Zhao, eh?"

Looking at the table full of breakfast, Jiang Xun's eyes lit up: "Is this prepared for me?"

"yes."

"Senior Brother Zhao, you are such a good person. I'm almost starving to death." Jiang Xun sat down directly and drank all the milk in one gulp: "One more drink, Senior Brother Zhao."

"I know, I know."

Why do you feel like a slave?

"Senior Brother Zhao, did you sleep here last night?"

"Well...yes, I think it's not good to leave you here alone. If you don't want to, I apologize to you."

Jiang Xun waved his hands and said, "Why don't you want to do this? But I only have one bed in my house, where can you sleep?"

"On the ground."

"It's so hard to sleep on the ground, why don't you sleep in the bed with me?"

"..."

"They are all men, Senior Brother Zhao, there is something wrong with your face."

"Shut up! You don't look like a man to me!"

"Hahaha--"
Chapter completed!