Although she tried her best to deny it in her heart, the idea lingered.
After all, women know best what women think.
Just like, it is always men who truly understand men.
"Why!"
Mu Nan did feel aggrieved, but thinking about his master's tears, he endured it silently.
He didn't think deeply about Xie Huaiwei's words.
Except in the dangerous situation of September 1st, grandma hinted openly and secretly that he could be Qingqiu's son-in-law.
For a moment, he felt that marrying his master was a good choice.
But he quickly gave up this idea.
Qin Lou and Chu Wan are childhood sweethearts.
Mu Nan suddenly thought of Qingtian's figure and asked instead:
"Who was that Taoist priest who just went out?"
"Your junior brother is called Qingtian." Xie Huaiwei said as she took out a Taoist robe from the room and threw it on the bed:
"When you went to Jiuyimen as an exchange student, Master took you on as a disciple."
Mu Nan smiled knowingly:
"I guess it was on a whim again. I clicked casually and accepted a disciple."
Mu Nan has already thought about Qingtian being accepted as a disciple.
I believe it is exactly the same as what I experienced before.
Just because I looked at him one more time in the crowd.
Mu Nan turned to ask:
"What about you? Why are you in the Patrol Prison?"
"In the name of the Patriarch of Extinction, I came to Three Banners to practice for ten years." Xie Huaiwei frowned: "I guess it has something to do with Taoist Retreat!"
Mu Nan was puzzled:
"Zhang Xian is in retreat, what is the necessary connection between you and coming to the Tianxian Prison?"
"Let's wait and see what happens. It's not clear yet. But I guess it may have something to do with the Immortal Killing Sword. Otherwise, it would be unprecedented to change sects for ten years. It's longer than the time I spent practicing in Jiuyimen! But... …It’s hard to disobey a teacher’s orders!”
Xie Huaiwei seemed not to want to discuss this topic, so she called Qingtian into the room: "Junior brother Qingtian! Meet your senior brother."
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, Qingtian looks a bit immature and extremely thin.
But the stubbornness between his eyebrows was not concealed.
Like a pony grazing quietly, but with the pedigree of a sweaty horse.
If they don't agree with each other, they will run thousands of miles!
"Senior Brother Mu Nan, my name is Qingtian!" Qingtian bowed his hands and said, "I often hear Master mention you, but when I see you today, it is more true than the rumors."
"What did the rumors say?" Mu Nan teased.
Qingtian answered meticulously:
"Quiet and steady, he has written a good calligraphy poem, and he also knows some poetry and music!"
Mu Nan grinned.
It turns out that my reputation is so good!
After thinking about it again, I felt more relieved.
Sanqi has always had a thin population, but now, including Xie Huaiwei, there are finally four people.
He also unknowingly gained a junior brother.
No matter how you look at it, it is a happy thing.
Thinking of this, it seems that even the wounds on my back no longer hurt.
"Junior brother has established a foundation?"
Qingtian's talent is extremely high. He has been in the Xuntian Prison for two years and has already established his foundation.
Much better than myself!
Mu Nan took out the soul-gathering coffin from the storage ring, handed it over after releasing the identity of the owner: "Senior brother, there is nothing worth mentioning. Use this Taoist weapon for self-defense!"
"Senior brother, this... this is too precious!"
There was a hint of panic in Qingtian's eyes: "I...I..."
"You have established a foundation, but you don't even have a decent spiritual weapon, do you?"
Qingtian was stunned: "How does senior brother know?"
"How can I not know our master's virtues?" Mu Nan said proudly: "Don't be afraid, your senior brother will protect you from now on! If you have a mouthful of meat from me, you will have a mouthful of soup!"
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Qingtian accepted the Soul Gathering Coffin excitedly, not dissing its style or its defensive function.
Caressing it, I can't put it down.
Like most monks getting their first Taoist artifact, it was exciting and novel.
Xie Huaiwei interjected: "The injury is almost healed. Let's change clothes and go to Master to confess."
"It may take some time for me to recover."
Mu Nan was a little reluctant.
"Nascent Soul overhaul, this little injury will take ten to eight days to recover?"
…
Shufang Garden.
Fairy Shuyun was leaning on the bench, her blood-red cloak half-draped on the ground.
Mu Nan was busy on the sidelines.
The wines brought from Jiuyimen and Xiaoxie Mansion were placed bottle by bottle in dozens of jars.
Then he handed over the magic whip: "Master, has your anger subsided?"
Seeing that Fairy Shuyun didn't respond, she continued: "If you still don't calm down, just hit the disciple twice more."
The moment Fairy Shuyun took over the magic whip, Mu Nan hurriedly stepped back:
"Master wants to hit me, but he can't do it!"
Fairy Shuyun laughed angrily and was about to speak, but was blocked by another sentence:
"You want to scold me, but you can't open your mouth! Master..."
Fairy Shuyun glanced at him sideways and said angrily: "If you fart, let it go!"
Mu Nan breathed a long sigh of relief.
This threshold has been passed.
"Master, it's not that the disciple disappeared intentionally, it's because he met the corpse on the road!"
When Mu Nan came back from Jiuyimen, he was intercepted and killed by corpse doves. He fled in panic and strayed into the river basin.
After many twists and turns, he was able to return, and encountered changes in the Zen Yuan.
Don't want to cause trouble, so be careful while sneaking.
Passing by Qingyun Sect, I explored the ancient cave with He Lanque and Qiu He, but the delay was too long.
Apart from concealing the name of Jiuzhuang Temple, everything else was explained clearly in detail.
"Master, look, this disciple is already in the Nascent Soul stage of major cultivation!"
Fairy Shuyun looked at him disdainfully, and suddenly her face was full of gloom: "What's the corpse dove?"
"Master!"
Mu Nan hurriedly spoke to interrupt the master's cannibalistic expression.
He doubted that unless Corpse Jiushi was hiding in the cracks in the ground, Master could attack the Qunying Sect and cut Corpse Jiushi into thousands of pieces.
"I will resolve my grievances with Zhijuishi myself!"
"Oh? Have you become more capable?"
"Master doesn't know something. I have an agreement with him. When we meet again, he will call me Shepherd!"
Mu Nanyin smiled: "If Master chops him up, I will have no grandson!"
"Then let him breathe for a few more days."
Fairy Shuyun softened her facial expression and continued: "Make the Nascent Soul manifest and let me see it!"
Xie Huaiwei and Qingtian looked at each other in shock when they heard the long-lost laughter.
I don’t know what kind of methods Mu Nan used to not only obtain the forgiveness of Fairy Shuyun, but also made her laugh so gaffefully.
"It's a joke!"
Mu Nan shook his head proudly: "My master, can I really be blamed?"
Mu Nan was a little forgetful.
In just an instant, he forgot about the one hundred and thirty magic whips.
"Senior brother!" Qingtian seemed to have remembered something important: "Senior brother Xie Xuan has set up a memorial tablet for you..."
Mu Nan smiled.
He was afraid that the news of his "death" had spread throughout the Tianxian Prison.
"Junior brother, go notify Xie Xuan, Wen Yuanzheng, and Han Yuechang. Just say... Brother Priest invites them to eat hot pot!"
…
"Brother Nan!"
"Brother Nan!"
"Brother Nan!"
Xie Xuan broke the rules.
Went here to eat hotpot empty-handed.
Wen Yuan was gathering a handful of grass on the side of the road, so he decided to deal with it.
Han Yuechang's face was dark.
According to his story, it was because he heard that Mu Nan was back, and he was so excited that the spiritual weapon exploded!
"Do you still want to eat hot pot? Don't you bring any ingredients?"
Mu Nan pretended to be relaxed and adjusted the atmosphere.
"I'm going to get some ingredients! Brothers and sisters, wait a minute!"
Qingtian first obtained the Taoist tool Soul Gathering Coffin, but he hasn't had time to use it yet, so he can take the opportunity to show off.
Xie Huaiwei wisely avoided it, allowing the four brothers to express their emotions to their heart's content:
"I'm going to get the hot pot..."
"Brother Nan, where have you been?"
Mu Nan sighed and repeated what he had experienced over the past year.
Several people could not help but sigh.
"It's all my fault, Fairy Shuyun!"
Xie Xuan was indignant: "If I had just made a trip, I wouldn't have caused my brother Nan to suffer such twists and turns!"
Wen Yuanzheng pulled him and looked at him so hard that he almost dropped his eyes to the ground.
But he still refused to give up: "Come to Yiqi, not Three Flags, your master is so unreliable!"
"What did you say?"
In Xie Xuan's view, Fairy Shuyun's words were like clouds filling the sky.
And his hands are so strong!
A big bump appeared on the back of his head.
Tears burst out immediately.
After Fairy Shuyun left, Xie Xuan rubbed his head and said, "I won't tell you! How much cultivation has been delayed this year! I'm already in the middle stage of pill formation! No matter how bad Brother Nan is, he should be almost done. "
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
Xie Xuan didn't know that Mu Nan had formed an elixir.
Here, there is another big gap, and it is impossible to truly get a glimpse of his cultivation.
Han Yuechang and Wen Yuanzheng were purely showing off.
"Brothers are cultivating so quickly!"
Mu Nan had an envious expression on his face, which the three of them enjoyed watching very much:
"Brother, I'm a little inferior, turned into a baby!"
