What day is today? Nothing, the first of July? June 13th? It doesn't matter if it's the 30th of the twelfth lunar month, Mu Ziyun doesn't care, the ladies will remember his days for him. /p
Every meal was a feast, and this time he wanted to eat in peace. /p
So he was the only one at the small round table, and the food was home-cooked, just like what he had eaten in his hometown in Tai'er Village before becoming a disciple of Qingshan Mountain. The wine porridge still tasted the same, but when he drank the corn wine alone, he always felt that the taste was a bit bland, or that the brewing time was not enough. One or two plates of side dishes, one plate of cut meat, only a few chopsticks to eat, Mu Ziyun ate every bite carefully. /p
He raised his head, then raised his head, and lay down on the throne. It turned out that this was the Shantai Hall. Qingfeng Peak is already the most prominent sect in Huzhou, known as the number one sect in Huzhou, and Mu Ziyun has also been elected as the strongest person in Huzhou. In the past two years, under the leadership of Wanmin and Pan Xiaowen, Chi Miaogu has also It gradually increased its prestige and became a recognized major sect. Sun Qiji died, and Mu Ziyun went to express his condolences. Now he is the only respected person left in Huzhou. Linlu Peak also declined immediately and gradually became a second-class sect. /p
Mu Ziyun traveled all over Huzhou, but he had never been to one place - Yunxiao Sect (formed by the merger of the original Chashan and Luoye Sect, and the new head was announced to be Little Matchmaker a few days ago). What's there to see? That kind of miscellaneous sect cannot make big waves no matter what. /p
The Shantai Palace was silent as usual, and no disciples or elders came in to ask about the sect. Mu Ziyun lazily got up and walked towards the door of the palace. /p
Huzi was presiding over the Northern School competition at the Dimen Competition Ground. It was very noisy there. Mu Ziyun was walking in the corner, but no one noticed him. Not long after, he came to the Dimen Hall, which was also empty. After Mu Ziyun entered, he sat down In Huzi's position. /p
Suddenly a woman walked out, it was Feng Jing. She was wearing a loose robe and a silver jade hairpin, looking like a good wife with two wives. /p
"Sister?" Mu Ziyun called out, then changed his words: "Sister-in-law."/p
Feng Jing's expression was a little strange. She lowered her chin and her peach eyes were heart-warming. She walked slowly in front of Mu Ziyun, looking hesitant about saying something. Finally, dozens of breaths later, Feng Jing stood on tiptoe like an explosion. Kissed Mu Ziyun's lips. /p
"Sister? You can't." Before Mu Ziyun could finish his words, the two of them rolled together, using the ground as their bed, and the sky was dark with clouds and rain. /p
I don’t know how long it took, but the noise of the competition outside was not over yet. On the soft mats spread on the ground in the hall, a woman was naked and nestled in the man’s arms. The woman said: “It’s my fault. In fact, I have always liked you, but”/ p
The man replied: "This is wrong, he is outside."/p
The woman hugged the man tightly and said coquettishly: "It's not the first time, you bad guy." After glaring at him shyly, she grabbed the man's hand and put it on her belly, which suddenly grew bigger at some point, and said shyly : "Two and a half months, yours."/p
The noise outside was still so noisy and annoying, and the hall was still so quiet. /p
The woman kissed the man's chest, and suddenly a wisp of flame floated out from the man's chest. It was slender and gentle, crawling into the air like a small snake. The woman snuggled into the man's arms and said, "It's so strange, this flame seems to be alive."/p
"That's fire with a soul."/p
"Have a soul? What do you mean?"/p
The man explained: "It's conscious, like it's alive."/p
"It's amazing." The woman seemed to really regard the person she was holding as her man, her husband, and felt proud and satisfied with the man's strength. After a long time, she suddenly asked: "Huh? When did you learn to do this? Do you have such a skill?"/p
Mu Ziyun suddenly sat up, startled for a moment, and there was a buzz in his head. Feng Jing also sat up and rested her head on his shoulder. Feng Jing asked, "What's wrong?"/p
"It's okay." Mu Ziyun smiled and turned to look at the white jade beauty. Feng Jing was so young, as if they had just met that year. Mu Ziyun smiled warmly, turned over and pressed on again. /p
The sounds outside the hall were still so noisy, but the "singing" inside the hall also resounded in every corner. /p
After an unknown amount of time, noon finally arrived, and the people in the competition venue gradually dispersed. /p
Huzi returned to the main hall, and Mu Ziyun just walked out. After the two met, Huzi was still as excited as ever and shouted with a smile: "Come on, let's drink at noon."/p
"No, there is something wrong with the sect." Mu Ziyun lazily never looked at Hu Zi's face carefully. After a few pauses, he hurriedly left. Feng Jing happened to come out, and Hu Zi said angrily: "This kid is all about the sect. He hasn't drank with me for a long time."/p
Feng Jing is the holy image of a good wife and mother, flawless, both in Hu Zi's eyes and in Mu Ziyun's heart. /p
The sky outside is very blue. What season is it? Mu Ziyun walked slower and slower. Occasionally he would sit down to rest, and a few discerning disciples would appear and often bring snacks. Mu Ziyun walked around, feeling a little tired. A woman came over, punched his arm and squeezed his shoulder. Mu Ziyun looked up and saw that it was Liu Xiaoxiao. He thanked him and Liu Xiaoxiao turned away. /p
Mu Ziyun was very tired and always wanted to sleep, but he hadn't dreamed for a long time and couldn't remember how long it had been. /p
He walked to Shantai Hall. It was no longer empty, and several people were waiting inside. Wan Min was sitting in the middle, watching the boys and girls writing, while Pan Xiaowen was clearing the small round table and serving the food. When she turned her head, she found that Feng Jing had also arrived at some point. /p
Mu Ziyun seemed to be happy, but it was fleeting. He was patted behind him, and it turned out that Huzi was here too, carrying a jug of wine. /p
Everyone took their seats and gathered together, also sitting on the mat on the ground. The women had soft cushions under their buttocks. Pan Xiaowen and Feng Jing were both pregnant again. Mu Ziyun felt sorry for Wanmin and was reluctant to part with her. Let her give birth again. At the dinner table, everyone was eating happily and drinking quietly. They talked about everything but couldn't hear anything clearly. Mu Ziyun held Wanmin's waist tightly with his left hand, and often groped casually without caring about others. Wanmin blushed with embarrassment and leaned against him, letting him take what he wanted. /p
Mu Ziyun could never look directly at Huzi. By coincidence, something happened at Dimen and Huzi had to leave. /p
As soon as Huzi went out, the children also had their fill and went to play elsewhere. The four people at the table gradually got closer to each other and began to seek pleasure from each other. They were addicted to it and could not extricate themselves. /p
The sky outside is so blue, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are covered in silver, the peonies nearby are in bloom, cicadas are chirping on the willow trees, and the wind blows in the streams at the foot of the mountains. /p
