Originally, I wanted to discuss some economic issues with Pu Xiang, but Xue Mu was upset by this revelation. It was getting late. Xue Mu still had to go to Xue Qingqiu to practice martial arts, and there was no time to discuss the main business.

Xue Mu looked at the courtyard for a long time and the rain had begun to fall and heavier. He said quietly: "Listen to you, it's better than ten years of the world. Today, Xue still has something to do, and I will go to Yanyang Sect and my entourage tomorrow morning."

Although it was a visit, there was also a return visit... This attitude became more and more certain. Pu Xiang was overjoyed and stood up and bowed: "Let's do this, at noon tomorrow, Pu Xiang will hold a banquet in Koufu Building to wash the dust of General Xue."

Xue Mu nodded and responded, watching Pu Xiang's chubby figure leave, but he was still silent.

Zhuo Qingqing didn't expect what he was thinking and reminded: "Young Master, Pu Xiang is a smiling tiger, so you must be careful that there is no good banquet."

"It's okay... it's just the position of the city lord and the position of the Xingyue General Manager, which makes him feel that the strange goods are very awesome." Xue Mu smiled: "If he had come to show his kindness in the past, I would have been a little alert. Now his behavior has offended many people, and the strength of the Yanyang Sect can't be protected at all. If it weren't for the shadow of Xingyue Sect behind him, he would have been cut off long ago. In fact, he was looking for a backer."

He paused and whispered, "Qingqing, remember, if this person just wants to rely on, he is still a useful person. Once he reveals the intention of returning to Xingyue Sect, it means that he is a backdoor, and may even have ambition to swallow whales, then the first person I dealt with is him. So I said, yes, it is not, it is his attitude."

Zhuo Qingqing nodded solemnly and said that she remembered it in her heart, and then asked: "The young master seems to be quite thoughtful about what he said? Did he really get inspired by some financial currency?"

"Uh?" Xue Mu was stunned for a moment, and shook his head with a smile: "There is some inspiration...but... it's something else."

"What?"

"The thing he always made me worry about is a headache, and suddenly no longer had a headache... In fact, many things are very simple, they just let things go, and they should take action... It's just that we artificially think too much, which makes it complicated." Xue Mu stood up and left his seat, and smiled and said, "Let's go, go to Rougefang. It's raining, bring an umbrella."

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When he arrived at Xingyue Sect, Xue Mu went straight to Xue Qingqiu's dormitory and walked freely. Along the way, he saw countless beakers holding oil-paper umbrellas in the rain, surrounded by fragrance, and laughed, making people feel refreshed and happy.

Some of the girls didn't know each other and some of them who had seen them at the ceremony that day, all saluted him respectfully. Countless girls looked at him with youthful curiosity and the natural shyness of the girl, showing that these little girls who had not yet been poisoned by the "Demon Sect atmosphere" still had gratifying innocence.

It is not easy. In the early years of Xingyue Sect, she sought to survive in the cracks, and the demon girl became more and more demonic, twisted and indulged. It can be seen that the atmosphere has slowly warmed up under the vigorous development in recent years, and the disciples of the new generation still have natural aura, just like Xiaochan, who turned her ears so shyly when he got close to him.

This is very good.

Xue Qingqiu stood in his dormitory, standing in front of the window watching the rain, and also watching Xue Mu walk along the corridor in the rain.

He deliberately changed into strong clothes to practice. His eyes, which were originally slightly dim because of no practice, now have a little energy and spirit. He looks more and more heroic and elegant. When he meets a female disciple, he will return the salute with a smile, with a kind and clear eyes, which is very different from the male disciples in the sect's storm during the storm.

When he entered the door, Xue Qingqiu did not turn around and still stood in front of the window watching the rain.

Xue Mu put down the umbrella and turned to see her standing quietly. She had a wide dress and wide sleeves, floating in the wind, with a charm of becoming a fairy. But her eyes were melancholy, which made her look lonely.

Xue Mu hugged her from behind and leaned his chin against her shoulder.

Xue Qingqiu liked his move very much and could feel the love he expressed from this. After being hugged by him for a while, she finally stopped looking at the rain and turned her head and smiled slightly: "Why is it suddenly so gentle?"

"When did I not be gentle?"

"Hmph..." Xue Qingqiu curled his lips: "You obviously will scold me."

"Haha..." Xue Mu did not refute, and accompanied her to look at Yanyu outside the window and asked, "Do you have any worries?"

Xue Qingqiu leaned her back in his arms, as if she had found some support, and whispered: "For thirteen years, no matter how complicated things are, I will take time to go back to the sect to guide Chan'er every year. Especially in the past few years, I have been staying in Lingzhou, and I have been together every day, just like my daughter."

"So you're thinking about your daughter?"

"The world is in a bad situation, and children always worry when they leave home. Chan'er's letter is right. This misty scene makes people feel more sad and worried, so they become more worried."

Xue Mu sang softly: "How much is the idle worries? There is a river of tobacco, the wind and catkins are everywhere in the city, and the plums are yellow and rainy."

Xue Qingqiu savored it for a while and murmured: "It really tells all the sorrow, melancholy and sad. Suddenly, I felt that such words were more powerful than charming at a specific time and could kill people."

"So... what a murderous female devil, what a persistent and exploratory questioner, what a solemn and majestic sect leader... you are just a little woman, lonely, sensitive, dead literary youth."

Xue Qingqiu didn't know what a dead literary youth was, so she smiled and said, "That's why you caught your weakness."

"Is that true?" Xue Mu's big hand slowly moved up, accurately grasping her weakness of perfect shape.

Xue Qingqiu let him hold it, remained silent for a while, and sighed quietly: "I have written the reply. On the table, if you have something to say to Chan'er, you can add a few words."

Xue Mu gently kneaded it and said, "I won't write it anymore. Send it directly."

Xue Qingqiu was a little surprised and turned his head slightly to look at his face. Xue Mu still smiled, nothing special.

Xue Mu always had Yue Xiaochan in his heart. She knew, Yue Xiaochan knew, Xue Mu knew, but that guy was too young and had limited skills, so Xue Mu could only hide his mind tightly. Xue Qingqiu always felt that Xue Mu's intention towards him was very likely to be transferred from Xiaochan.

Tragically, she fell in love with her so much that she couldn't get rid of her. She was kneaded like this, and she didn't even have the slightest bit of opposition. Even because he liked her, she was a little happy about it.

He said he would not write a letter anymore... Could it be that this attitude really let go of Xiaochan? He really treated her wholeheartedly? The problem was that even so, she might not be able to be happy. She really didn't know what kind of emotions it should be, and always felt that she was ashamed of her apprentice.

So Lin Wuya would think that as long as Xue Mu is kept, Xue Qingqiu may never have the hope of becoming aligned with the Tao. Such thoughts and fear of gains and losses are like the wind and cats all over the city, and their hearts are confused. How can they be aligned with the Tao?

But she really can't let it go.

"You..." Xue Qingqiu pondered for a moment, but said, "Are you clear about it?"

Xue Mu whispered: "Why do you have to write some words to make people dream on paper? Who knows what happens in the future? Perhaps Xiaochan has another chance in the world, and you are now soft and tender and fragrant in my arms."

Xue Qingqiu was a little confused. She didn't think deeply about it for a while, but she agreed with his point of view: "It's good... don't tease Chan'er on paper, who knows what's going on in the future."

I felt relieved and the place where he had been playing with it slowly became a little bit. Xue Qingqiu bit his lower lip gently, and felt that he performed very well today, and was more willing to give him some benefits, so he didn't make any noise, deliberately restrained his hands and feet, and resisted his natural reactions to avoid hurting his interest.

Xue Mu's amplitude gradually increased, and slowly untied her belt, spread her clothes and stretched in. Xue Qingqiu's breathing became rapid, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "It's time for you to practice."

Xue Mu kissed her earlobe and murmured: "I will be abused by you later... I was stupid yesterday, so I didn't know to ask for some benefits first, give me some today."
Chapter completed!