MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 91 Extra one

Mu Chuihan was very satisfied with his current state. He and Ye Tingjiang borrowed together for several years. In the past few years, he did as he wished to hang the title of Elder Keqing in Linxianzong.

He at least retains a bit of conscience, and has said many times that he can actually contribute a small amount of power to Linxian Sect in medicine. But once he stepped into the Valley of Hundred Flowers, he would be invited away by Shang Zhi, who was like a great enemy.

Every time, several kilograms of newly-produced spirit tea are given, just because he is afraid that he will create some unsolvable pills in Linxianzong.

Admirers are still sending their salutations, but now they no longer run to Yinqing Mountain, and they are all sent to Yingxuefeng - and then all returned by Ye Tingjiang, without a trace of nostalgia.

The only gift that will be left behind is the book of words that Mu Chuihan loves.

It's just that no one could think of giving this thing to Immortal Venerable Yuelin, all the disciples of Linxian Sect who were familiar with Fuyan in the past would give it to Ye Tingjiang to try.

Unexpectedly, after careful testing, they found that the elder Ye, who was Su Rigaojie, would not refuse anyone who came, and would accept any type of words.

Not only the master-disciple storybook with Fuyan, but even with Xianzun, he accepted it correctly.

Since then, the disciples have become more unscrupulous, and they have collected almost all the words related to Ye Tingjiang in the entire cultivation world, and conscientiously sent them to the right master.

Ye Tingjiang sat in the quiet room, frowned and opened one of the scriptures, the more he looked, the paler his face became.

Xiaoyou jumped up at the door of his room, sounding very pleasant: "We eat hot pot at night, is the master coming?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head deeply, glanced at him, and buried his head in the script again, still whispering some words in his mouth, Xiaoyou heard vaguely: "Ah? Loud, what did you say?"

"It's okay, I'm not going." Ye Tingjiang had to clearly refuse, sighed, and turned to the next page in pain.

The lights were dim, Ye Tingjiang was already sitting quietly in the room, and the book of words was still open.

With the sound of the door being pushed open, the book of words disappeared into the room out of thin air.

Fuyan smiled and rolled her eyes, dressed in Tsing Yi, with a little spicy smell of a hot pot and a little alcohol on her body, her face was a little red, she walked to the bed in a messy pace, and sat down beside Ye Tingjiang.

He whispered in Ye Tingjiang's ear: "Master, he's not at home tonight..."

Ye Tingjiang blankly recalled the content of the script: "Why are you wearing clothes that blow the cold?"

Mu Chuihan stood up and staggered around: "Why, since he's not here... Am I not allowed to dress and play?"

Ye Tingjiang lowered his eyes and said without wavering, "You are so showy."

This flat tone, as if he was talking about the most common swordsmanship tricks, there is no room for people to imagine.

Mu Chuihan was amused by Ye Tingjiang's serious appearance, but he continued to seduce him professionally: "Master, didn't you think long ago that you are here with me... eh?"

Ye Tingjiang has never understood what a smile looks like in the script, but this was originally designated by Mu Chuihan, he could only raise one corner of his lips, grin like a twitch, and dragged his voice reluctantly: " Yeah, watch out for your liver—"

He leaned over to hug Mu Chuihan, and lightly placed a kiss on his shoulder.

The next scene is much easier for Ye Tingjiang today.

It's always easier to just do it than to say it. In the past few years, Ye Tingjiang has been able to overcome all shame, and in the face of all the bells and whistles of Mu Chuihan, Ye Tingjiang always proves that he also understands with his actions.

The heavy gauze curtain of the bed tent hung down, and it took an unknown amount of time before Mu Chuihan complained, "No... This posture is not written in the book."

But his words were intermittent, obviously very weak.

"Isn't it?" Ye Tingjiang finally forgot the contents of the storybook at this time: "Then do it again?"

Mu Chuihan: "I hope next time..."

His last few words were swallowed up by a vague whimper, and he had to struggle again: "Don't... There will be a plot later..."

Ye Tingjiang did not respond to him with words.

When everything was over, Mu Chuihan's hands and feet were sore and lethargic. Fuyan's body is not good at this point. No matter what he does, he is always exhausted. Now he feels that as long as he closes his eyes, he will immediately pass out.

But Mu Chuihan had never given up on the dual body cultivation with Fuyan. After all, he is a very dedicated person, with such a rare body of five yin fusion of the heart, he is willing to sacrifice himself and sacrifice his life for righteousness in order for Ye Tingjiang to catch up with his own pace as soon as possible.

"Sleep..." Ye Tingjiang's sanity slowly returned to the cage, he began to feel distressed for Mu Chuihan's red-stained appearance, and carefully covered him with a quilt: "Take a good rest."

As far as Ye Tingjiang's selfishness is concerned, he actually doesn't want to see his lover become unconscious every time he completes double cultivation. After all, he prefers Mu Chuihan's body, apart from all other factors, because that is the real Mu Chuihan.

But in order to prevent Mu Chuihan from flying to the upper realm alone, he seemed to have to cooperate with his great cause of dual cultivation.

"Rest?" Drowsiness struck his eyes, but Mu Chuihan was in a daze, but he always felt that he had nothing to do. After thinking about it for a long time with his dull mind, he remembered that he was playing two roles, and some lines were not spoken.

But today he was already slightly drunk and tired all night. He couldn't think of what to say at all, and finally said: "Today's wine is quite strong..."

It was originally the spirit wine brewed by Shangzhi. The stronger the spirit, the more intoxicating it is. And this wine came very late, if he knew that he would be so drunk in the morning, he would not have the courage to mess with Ye Tingjiang.

Ye Tingjiang laughed: "How much did you drink?"

"Who told you not to eat hot pot or drink spirit wine with me." Mu Chuihan's cheeks flushed, and he shook his head to condemn Ye Tingjiang.

"Don't I want to memorize the sentences of the book?"

If it weren't for the fact that every word in this chapter of the book was so difficult to say, Ye Tingjiang wouldn't have memorized it for a whole day.

"Okay." Mu Chuihan stared at Ye Tingjiang, and suddenly smiled: "Forgive you, eat with me next time..."

He tilted his head and fell asleep.

the next day.

When Mu Chuihan was awake, he was shivered by the wind, and only then did he realize that he was in an unfamiliar pavilion.

Moreover, it seems to be in Ye Tingjiang's arms.

That spirit wine is really powerful, until now, his mind is still not clear, even the memory of last night is intermittent, and he has a faint headache, and he can't remember anything at the end.

And the sequelae were quite serious, and he didn't even know where it was now.

"You finally woke up." Ye Tingjiang's voice sounded behind him, sounding relieved.

Mu Chuihan's reaction was still very slow, he could hear Ye Tingjiang's voice, but it took a while to understand the meaning of the words. He paused for a long time before slowly saying, "I slept for a long time?"

"Fortunately," Ye Tingjiang explained: "It's only half a day, it's afternoon now."

Mu Chuihan reacted for a long time before nodding his head and saying, "Well, it's not too long."

He was dumbfounded now, he couldn't remember anything, and he didn't bother to pursue it. He simply buried his head in Ye Tingjiang's arms and closed his eyes again.

"Who is he? Who the **** is he!" The cultivator outside saw this scene long ago, and began to chirp again.

"Xianzun, don't you see wearing a veil?" A monk joined the voice transmission.

"What Immortal Venerable! How can Immortal Venerable be so demonic? This is obviously only the little apprentice of Lord Tingyun who can be so shameful in front of the public!" The speaker was a monk from Wangyue Sect, who was already staring at Ye Ting. Jiang's movements have been in the morning, and now he immediately jumped out to correct the name of Immortal Moon Lin.

Although Mu Chuihan didn't have the slightest impression, today was actually a big day for the 5000-year celebration of the establishment of a school, and it was also a small celebration of Geng Qingyang's breakthrough from the mid-stage to the later stage.

The double happiness is coming, and all the cultivators of the immortal world have received invitations, including Ye Tingjiang of course.

Geng Qingyang managed to catch up with Ye Tingjiang in realm, and he couldn't help but feel proud. He had already thought about how when Ye Tingjiang came, how to show off his current cultivation in front of him openly and secretly, but who knows... Ye Tingjiang just congratulated him perfunctorily, and took care of the people in his arms. There were even many times that Geng Qingyang's words were ignored.

And the person in his arms is even more mysterious. Wearing a power fence and a Tsing Yi, it is indeed the dress of the Moon Immortal Venerable. But this action of leaning on Ye Tingjiang's arms, and Ye Tingjiang's careful care, are all things that only Fuyan had in the past.

For the first time, after the cultivators opened a bet on who Ting Yun-jun was with today, no one could judge the outcome.

The person who detained Immortal Venerable Yuelin tried his best to testify: "It can only be Immortal Venerable. When did you see Fuyan cover your face?"

The other group was not to be outdone: "It can only be Fuyan, when did you see Immortal Venerable being so clingy?"

Even the word "sticky" is said, and they will feel creepy.

For the sake of the spirit stone, the two gangs made a sound transmission one after another. The coming and going spiritual power finally made the sleepy Mu Chuihan unable to sleep. He raised his head and complained, "It's so noisy."

Although there was no sound, the fluctuation of spiritual power disturbed his dreams more than the sound of conversation.

Mu Chuihan felt a little irritable. If he couldn't sleep well, he would have a headache, and if he had a headache, he would not see anything pleasing to the eye. He lifted the shadowy veil in front of him and said, "Why should I bring this thing?"

"His—" The monks around had ignored their voices, and all took a deep breath.

"It's Fuyan!" Someone shouted.

"No, no!" Many monks bet on Immortal Venerable Yuelin before the opening, and immediately denied: "It's not Fuyan! Look at the eyes, they look different, and their age is also different."

"Is that a relative of Fuyan? Brother? I've never heard of such a person."

Ye Tingjiang was the most panicked person in the audience. He straightened up and said, "Don't..."

Mu Chuihan turned his head slowly, smiling a little not very cleverly: "Don't do it?"

Ye Tingjiang took a deep breath: "This is the celebration of the reunification. You wanted to come here before, do you remember? Everyone will look at you again, don't lift the veil..."

He raised his hand and wanted to cover Mu Chuihan back.

"Why?" Mu Chuihan returned his hand to block, and laughed hilariously, "It's not like you haven't seen me before."

He vaguely remembered that there was a lot of excitement at the Guiyi Gate, and he was excited to come here before.

"I haven't seen it before," Ye Tingjiang said quickly: "You are now—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Chuihan.

Mu Chuihan looked very happy, and even slowly found Geng Qingyang who was staring at them all the time in the crowd, and showed a sincere smile to Geng Qingyang.

Geng Qingyang and Ye Tingjiang had an ominous premonition together.

At the ceremony, the new generation of Guiyimen Jian Xiu was performing a welcoming sword dance.

Mu Chuihan saw it and said slowly, "Jun Qingyang, I didn't prepare a congratulatory gift, why don't I dance for you..."

His sword dance is also quite capable.

Ye Tingjiang frantically reached out to stop him: "No, don't move."

Mu Chuihan turned his palm over, and a silver light condensed in his palm, which finally turned into a sword.

At that moment, Geng Qingyang, who saw everything clearly, stood up abruptly.

A spirit sword hangs in Mu Chuihan's palm, the hilt is adorned with silver stars, and the sword body exudes a soft spiritual light.

- Star Sword.

The star-studded sword of Immortal Moon Lin.

The person beside Ye Tingjiang is Mu Chuihan!

Not only Geng Qingyang, but all the monks present couldn't believe their eyes.

This young male cultivator, who is very similar to Fuyan, summoned the Xianzun's star-studded sword in public!

Once the natal spiritual tool recognizes the master, it will never be summoned by others. Even if Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan became Taoist companions, it would never be possible to summon Mu Chuihan's spirit sword like this.

Therefore, even if no one dared to believe it, even if it was impossible, he would definitely be Mu Chuihan.

The atmosphere was extremely silent, and even the disciples who were performing the sword dance stopped their movements.

And in this ten thousand silence, the person who was most shocked was Mu Chuihan himself.

He looked at the sword in his hand infatuatedly: "Fuxing Xing, how is it you?"

"You are in the main body now!" Ye Tingjiang was finally able to say what was interrupted before: "Last night you were drunk, maybe you were too tired, so you returned to the main body to recover... Don't you remember?"

Mu Chuihan: "…"

I don't remember the beginning and the end, I have no impression at all...

Sure enough, alcohol can harm people, but now he has completely recovered his senses.

Mu Chuihan's long-struck head finally started to move, and countless thoughts flashed through in an instant.

Right... First, we have to get back the temperament of Immortal Venerable Yuelin.

Mu Chuihan's expression restrained, and without his smile, the whole person became cold. He raised his eyes, his eyes met countless pairs of eyes looking at him, and his forcibly calm expression finally couldn't hold back, as if the frost all over his body was melting at the speed of an avalanche.

He couldn't help showing a painful expression, and held a bit of luck: "Everyone... I look quite similar to Fuyan."

"It's a coincidence that they look alike." Suixing's voice came from the sword, and the young adult said: "But they look alike and behave alike. That one is the same person."

Mu Chuihan: "…"

As expected, he cherished the spiritual sword of life for a thousand years, even if it was demolished, would he still be the first?

Geng Qingyang pointed at him, mouth wide open; "You, you, Fuyan?"

Mu Chuihan desperately denied: "I'm not."

Geng Qingyang didn't seem to hear it, and said to himself: "Xianzun, how can you be Fuyan!"

Mu Chuihan really closed his eyes this time, unwilling to face the cruel reality.

A thousand-year-old reputation was destroyed in one fell swoop.

For a while, he didn't know how to face the self who used to abide by the personality.

And with this exposure, wouldn't the previous swindles be discovered!

He covered his head so that no one could see his sadness,

Ye Tingjiang patted him on the shoulder and said skillfully, "It's alright, people always have this day..."

Not long after he met Mu Chuihan, he tasted the taste of ruining his reputation over and over again.

Mu Chuihan did not receive the slightest consolation. He even suspected that he had made too many rumors about Ye Tingjiang before, and now he will backfire and expose his true face in the most outrageous way in front of everyone.

Those who destroy people's reputation, people will always destroy them.

He sighed and repented from the bottom of his heart for his previous actions, and finally decided to change it slowly in the future. Now Mu Chuihan was paying attention to the reactions of the monks other than Geng Qingyang, but found that everyone was too surprised to say anything.

After a long, long time, someone suddenly called out: "Double game and game! The spirit stones are all back, back!"

His previous gambling game was impulsive, and he bet all his fortune, and he has long regretted it, for fear that it will be wiped out in a few moments. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he fished in troubled waters, shouted quickly, and saved his life savings.

The scene became very chaotic for a while.

The monks suddenly hurriedly retrieved the spirit stone, and some people shouted: "Since Immortal Venerable is Fuyan, the previous gambling games are not counted, neither lose nor win, return my spirit stone!"

He obviously lost a lot in the past and tried to deny it. But there were also cultivators who had benefited a lot from this gamble in the past, desperately trying to stop him: "The same person, but with two names, how can anyone pay back the money from the gamble, it's over, don't give it!"

For a while, the voices of the monks grabbing the spirit stone overwhelmed Mu Chuihan's embarrassment from the inside out.

He opened his eyes again, and suddenly asked Ye Tingjiang with great interest, "So there is such a game?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head: "I also knew it the first day."

Mu Chuihan regretted the beginning: "I knew I should bet ten games and eight games..."

The grand ceremony of reunification was so disturbed by them. However, Geng Qingyang doesn't seem to mind that much, he just doubts life from the beginning to the end, how could an immortal like the bright moon be Fuyan who doesn't have a good word in his mouth...

For the first time, Geng Qingyang experienced the earnest teachings of his head senior brother when he was young: Knowing people, knowing faces, but not hearts.

Although Mu Chuihan felt that the sky was about to collapse that day, he immediately hid back to Yingxuefeng after the incident, closed the door to thank guests, could not hear the wind outside, and even quickly walked out of the shadows.

He stood in front of Ye Tingjiang very solemnly: "Xianjun, now my character design has collapsed for you."

Mu Chuihan covered his face with sadness: "If those monks who have visited me come to me to return their worship... Xianjun, will you pay me the money?"

He stared at Ye Tingjiang, his eyes full of hope.

Although Ye Tingjiang felt that the collapse of Mu Chuihan's character was an inevitable result, it had nothing to do with him. But under Mu Chuihan's gaze, he would never be able to say a word.

Ye Tingjiang nodded.

Mu Chuihan cheered and hugged Ye Tingjiang: "Xianjun, you are so kind!"

In the end, it was because he had a good eye for people that he could find such a responsible Ye Tingjiang.

Of course, it turned out later that Mu Chuihan's worries were well-rounded.

Not only did no cultivator try to get the gift back, but there were even people who continued to pay tribute to Yingxue Peak.

It's just that the things have been replaced with beautiful clothes of various colors, novel stories, gold and jade decorations, spirit materials and delicacies, and spirit wine that made Mu Chuihan make a big mistake...

Mu Chuihan looked at He Li and said dumbly, "I think they are really mocking me."

Ye Tingjiang told the truth: "No, they are just doing what you like."

Unlike Mu Chuihan, Ye Tingjiang occasionally heard other people's comments on Mu Chuihan.

From the beginning, everyone was shocked and kept silent. Now, a group of monks headed by Wangyue Sect has appeared and praised Mu Chuihan for being frank and natural, but Ye Tingjiang actually sounded a little tasteful.

It was as if a secret that only he knew had been exposed to the world at once.

But well, Mu Chuihan will definitely be happy, as long as he is happy.

Ye Tingjiang smiled slightly, thinking that their stories would be passed down as anecdotes among the monks of all sects from generation to generation.

Of course, only a few words of them are left in the annals of the real world of immortality.

Perhaps Mu Chuihan was still the arrogant and aloof Immortal Venerable, and he was also a taciturn sword cultivator.

Thousands of years later, there will always be latecomers who see their true stories in the storybook, and then smile.

That's enough.

The author has something to say: Immortal Venerable: It's like punching in cash back. I was going to finish this whole book, but I ended up signing off in the last few chapters! How can there be such an excessive author Yelaoshi: A normal mind, money is something outside the body

I originally wanted to split two chapters, but I wrote them together, so let's post them together! The next chapter starts the second part~