What a warm scene in front of the swing, with the illusion of peace and tranquility over time, which is incompatible with this world of gods and demons. Ying Yunsu looked at it from a distance and felt an increasingly bitter and cold feeling in her heart.
Her son had never been so concerned about anyone or anything.
If we just look at Yinyuetan, Ying Yunsu can still find some excuses, but the relationship between master and apprentice is deep.
Wen Renxian was reluctant to take back his hand, adjusting Ling Yan, but his hand slid down again and again, wanting to hold a handful of the black hair.
"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao made a confused sound.
Wen Renxian panicked and put his hands behind his back, taking a step back, "Sorry, this, it."
Shui Miaomiao smiled, raised her hand and pushed Ling Yan into her hair, and said casually, "It's because I don't hold my hair very well. If I squeeze it in hard, it will get tangled, and it will seem loose."
Shui Miaomiao put down her hand and shook her head to indicate that it couldn't fall. It seemed loose, but it was wrapped so tightly that she couldn't break free or escape.
In fact, Shui Miaomiao felt a little guilty. There was no way to explain the scars on Lingyan, but Wen Renxian repaired it and returned it without saying a word. His thoughtfulness and gentleness made Shui Miaomiao feel more at a loss and could only smile more and more brightly. , asked instead.
"The sky is clear today. Master, do you want to play on the swing?"
I don't know if there is any necessary connection between the two. It was a clumsy change of topic, but Shui Miaomiao said it, and Wen Renxian nodded.
A little surprised, Shui Miaomiao still pulled Wen Renxian's sleeve and pushed him onto the swing.
Shui Miaomiao wouldn't use anything to call the wind to push the swing. That would feel insincere and not exciting enough.
After brushing up his sleeves, Shui Miaomiao came to the swing and did a few stretching movements for his arms. He smiled brightly and said, "Master, please hold on tight, be careful if you fall. I'm very strong!"
Hold on tight?
Wen Renxian was puzzled. Although he had never played on a swing, this thing looked like nothing, but Shui Miaomiao pushed it out with all his strength.
The swing started flying, and Wen Renxian's heart was caught off guard. He didn't panic for half a second, but he adjusted his posture and sat upright on the swing, which was called a safe position.
"Hahahaha." Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh. He had never seen anyone playing on the swing or sitting upright, but when he thought of Wen Renxian, it felt reasonable.
Shui Miaomiao said thoughtfully, "Master, do you want to be at a higher level?"
"Yeah." Wen Renxian nodded lightly. He didn't feel anything, but he just nodded his head to everything Shui Miaomiao said.
"Hey, I'm tired, hahahaha, I can't push anymore and I have no strength."
Shui Miaomiao looked at Wen Renxian who seemed to be flying to the top of the clouds with her hands on her waist. Her hair was not even messed up. Shui Miaomiao was so tired that she couldn't help but laugh while panting.
Wen Renxian, who felt nothing, felt an unprecedented 'stimulation' at this moment, with his heartbeat pounding along with the ups and downs of the swing and Shui Miaomiao's unrestrained and melodious laughter.
A little dazzled, Wen Renxian stretched out his hand to grab the chain rope and wanted to look back for Shui Miaomiao, but felt that this move was too timid and stopped abruptly.
When the swing slowly stopped and Wen Renxian stood up, Shui Miaomiao was still holding on to the pillar and laughing so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.
Wen Renxian pressed his chest lightly, wondering why the 'exciting' feeling had not dissipated even though the swing had stopped.
As a person who has been there, Ying Yunsu saw all this scene with her eyes, and she was clear in her heart. Her son really didn't understand anything. She couldn't tell whether it was because of the swing or the person pushing the swing.
But they don’t understand anything. Isn’t that what they need? Wen Renxian only needs to know how to practice. If his cultivation hadn’t slowed down later and he had no choice but to do so, her son would never know how high the sky is and how big the earth is. , how blue the water is, how fragrant the flowers are.
Countless times in the middle of the night, she woke up from her dream, hoping that her son could experience this, but if the outcome could not be changed, it would be the most painful experience.
Why bother involving others again?
Ying Yun didn't know Shui Miaomiao, but this girl's smile was rare in the world of gods and demons. It was not difficult to explain why Wen Renxian couldn't look away.
"Wenrenxian!" Ying Yunsu's cold and majestic voice echoed in Yinyuetan.
"Mom." The relaxed Wen Renxian suddenly tensed up.
Shui Miaomiao slowed down a beat and saluted, "Leng Qiaoxian."
Ying Yunsu waved her hands and glanced at Shui Miaomiao with an indifferent expression, "I have something to tell Lord Chengxian."
Shui Miaomiao understood that this meant letting her go. Before she could respond, Wen Renxian retorted, "Miaomiao is my apprentice, there is nothing wrong with me."
Before Wen Renxian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ying Yunsu's eyes. Those eyes were cold and sparse, and everything Wen Renxian wanted to say was suppressed in her heart, weighing heavily on her.
Shui Miaomiao hurriedly calmed down the atmosphere, "I happen to be going to find Nine Chou, so I'll take my leave first."
"Bring a cloak. Even though it's sunny today, it still feels cool when the wind blows." Wen Renxian warned and watched Shui Miaomiao leave Yiyuetan.
Shui Miaomiao just had dinner at Renjing Xiaozhu. When he returned to Tianyuan Peak, he was the only two slaves left, Man Kui Man Yi, and the Xian Yan Immortal in front of him.
Even though Immortal Xianyan blocked a large area of his sight, Shui Miaomiao's eyes still fell on Ying Yunsu, who was walking behind Tianyuan Immortal like a lost ice sculpture and carelessly walking towards Tianyuan Peak.
Everyone said that Ying Yunsu's indifference was caused by Kung Fu, but Shui Miaomiao felt that Ying Yunsu was not like that. The coldness and silence around her was not as good as what Leng Ningchi was forced to surround herself with.
Shui Miaomiao didn't have much contact with Ying Yunsu, but every time she saw Ying Yunsu, she was not indifferent but angry, but she didn't know whether she was angry at others or herself.
Shui Miaomiao didn't hear what Immortal Master Xianyan said. Only when Ying Yunsu's figure disappeared into the night did she catch the two words.
"Retreating? Master went into retreat?"
Xianyan Xianzun nodded.
"What about Leng Ningchi?"
"As I said, we're going into seclusion together."
Shui Miaomiao became more and more confused, "They are all in Xiaochao Cave Mansion?"
"Yes, where did you listen to what I just said?" Immortal Master Xianyan raised his hand and knocked Shui Miaomiao on the head, but Shui Miaomiao stroked it away displeasedly.
"I don't understand." Shui Miaomiao said it bluntly, biting her fingertips. Xiaochao Cave Mansion belongs to Wenrenxian. If Leng Ningchi wants to retreat, she can use the cave home on her small niche mountain. Why are they all in Xiaochao Cave Mansion? ?
"What are you thinking about?" Immortal Master Xianyan pulled Shui Miaomiao's thoughts from the galloping horses in time and explained, "Master's wife said that the cold air on Leng Ningchi's body can help with cultivation, but the young master's uncle has fallen too much, thinking It's also a matter of mutual help. Junior Master's retreat can activate the spiritual energy around him, and his cultivation is far better than Leng Ning Chi's. He can suppress the spiritual power so that the spiritual energy can be close to Leng Ning Chi..."
But Immortal Master Xianyan said one thing, but thought another thing in his heart.
The teacher's wife is still very powerful, she is a killer from the moment she comes up. Although she knows that nothing will happen and nothing can happen, it is better to adapt to being under the same roof first than to force herself in the future.
