When Chen Sui opened the door, he met the sincere eyes of several Yanshen Sect disciples.

The next second, Shen Sui closed the door directly.

Damn, that's scary.

"Cangwu, Cangwu." In desperation, Chen Sui called out to his sword spirit.

"What's wrong?" Cangwu was dragged away by the sword spirits to play cards. When he heard Chen Sui calling him, he poked his head out from the group and said, "Are the braised spareribs ready?"

"What the hell," Chen Sui said irritably, "I'm starting to wonder if I'm hallucinating because of my age. How come I see disciples of the Yanshen Sect standing outside the Taoist temple?"

Just as Shen Sui finished speaking, there was another knock on the door outside the Taoist temple.

Shen Sui: “…”

"It doesn't seem to be an illusion," Cangwu said faintly, "Why don't you open the door and take a look again."

Shen Sui took a deep breath, then opened the door. This time, she met Shen Xinglan's cold eyes, and Shen Sui suddenly felt a chill through her bones.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, and Chen Sui could see some familiar features of the boy he once was, but more of them were unfamiliar.

Shen Sui paused: "What is it."

The female disciple of the Yanshen Sect standing next to Shen Xinglan immediately said, "We are disciples from the Taiqing Taoist Temple in Hanzhong. We are preparing to rush to Yanbian, but it is getting dark, so we would like to stay overnight at your temple."

Shen Sui turned to face her, then lowered his eyes, as if considering the truth of her words. After a while, Shen Sui slightly moved aside and said, "Come in."

The female disciple of Yanshen Sect breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Shen Xinglan, only to see that Shen Xinglan was staring at Shen Sui intently.

The female disciple of Yanshen Sect whispered, "Sect Master."

Shen Xinglan seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He said in a cold and hoarse voice, "Hmm."

The female disciple of Yanshen Sect nodded hurriedly, and then instructed the Yanshen Sect disciples behind her: "After entering, be gentle in your movements, don't..."

"No problem," Chen Sui interrupted her and said calmly, "Master has gone out to travel, and I am the only one in the temple for the time being."

The female disciple of Yanshen Sect immediately smiled and said, "That is really a bother for you, fellow Daoist."

Now Shen Xinglan is so frugal with words. Chen Sui folded his arms across his chest and turned decisively after watching the disciples of Yanshen Sect file in. As he walked and thought, Cangwu sighed: "Your senior brother is so cold and indifferent. It's so sad."

Shen Sui: “…”

"By the way, are the persimmons in the Taoist temple almost ripe?" Cangwu changed the subject. "Why don't we pick some to eat tonight?"

"Let's make braised pork ribs first," Chen Sui said mercilessly, "Even if everyone in the world of immortal cultivation comes here today, I must eat braised pork ribs."

But before Shen Sui could reach the stove, several female disciples of Yanshen Sect came over and asked her if they could borrow the stove.

Cangwu: "Beautiful."

Shen Sui opened his mouth and smiled habitually: "Feel free to use it."

"There's nothing we can do. Go pick some persimmons," Cangwu gloated. "Otherwise, you can't possibly read the Taoist scriptures that you still can't memorize after all these years."

The corners of Shen Sui's lips twitched slightly: "It's really bad."

But the bad things were not over yet. Just as Shen Sui was dragging the ladder towards the persimmon tree with great effort, a voice as cold as snow, but a little hoarse, and without any emotional fluctuations suddenly sounded behind him.

"Do you need help?"

Shen Sui's hand holding the ladder trembled slightly, then he turned his head suddenly, his eyes terrified: "You..."

Cang Wu almost screamed: "Sword Master, you must stay steady——"

Shen Sui looked incredulous: "Why don't you make any noise when you walk?"

Cangwu: “…”

It still underestimated its sword master. Just this reaction, just this expression... hiss, he was simply too powerful.

Shen Xinglan lowered his eyes slightly: "You are too focused."

"Really?" Chen Sui tilted his head. "Well, then please help me move the ladder to the persimmon tree."

Shen Xinglan reached out and took the ladder from Shen Sui, who happily followed behind.

Cang Wu was a little worried: "Sword Master, wouldn't it be bad to have contact with Shen Xinglan like this?"

Shen Sui asked, "Then what can I do? He's already said that, can I still tell him to get away and not get close to me? There's still free labor, why not use it?"

Cangwu: “…”

When it comes to being cruel, the one with the most evil heart is the sword master.

Shen Xinglan did not use his spiritual power, but held the ladder and slowly walked towards the persimmon tree that Chen Sui mentioned. Chen Sui followed behind him. They met several disciples of Yanshen Sect on the way, but Chen Sui saw that their eyes seemed to become... extremely frightened when they saw Shen Xinglan who was helping her hold the ladder?

Chen Sui was puzzled until Shen Xinglan placed the ladder next to the persimmon tree. Then Chen Sui said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. I'll pick some persimmons for you."

After saying that, Shen Sui opened the ladder, climbed up, picked a few persimmons that looked like small red lanterns, and then looked at Shen Xinglan below: "Can you catch it?"

Shen Xinglan raised his eyes and stretched out his hand.

Chen Sui readily threw the persimmons in his hand to him, but Shen Xinglan didn't catch any of them, and the red persimmons stained Shen Xinglan's white clothes.

Shen Sui was stunned.

Chen Sui quickly climbed down the ladder and said nervously, "Are you okay, fellow Taoist? You..."

How the fuck is it possible you didn't catch any of them?

But she met Shen Xinglan's eyes. His eyes, which had been as cold as ice before, now carried a hint of inexplicable grievance. His voice was no longer as cold as before, but was exceptionally soft: "It's dirty."

The handsome man in white was already extremely handsome, like a banished immortal who was not affected by the mundane world, but the bright red persimmon made this banished immortal seem like he had fallen into the mortal world.

Shen Sui, who already liked Shen Xinglan's face very much, couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment and couldn't help but be distracted.

"ah--"

Cangwu's scream brought Shen Sui back to his senses quickly. Shen Sui hated himself for almost being seduced by beauty. Then Shen Sui took a deep breath and replied seriously: "I'm very sorry, fellow Taoist. I will go to the backyard to boil some water so you can take a bath and change clothes."

After saying that, Chen Sui slipped away without even waiting for Shen Xinglan to reply, leaving behind the ladder.

"Damn, what the hell, he didn't even catch it?" Chen Sui complained to Cangwu in his mind while running.

"I dare to guarantee that he will recognize you," Cangwu said weakly, "Do you want to run away?"

"Impossible! He's at the Mahayana stage now. Where can I run to?" Chen Sui said without hesitation. She made the decision almost immediately. "I...I can only insist on not knowing him."

Cangwu: “…”

Is this really possible?

Chen Sui quickly returned to the backyard, then picked up some firewood and started to boil water: "What can I do? I can't fight him, and I can't run away. How about I just commit suicide?"

Cang Wu said darkly, "I guess committing suicide won't work now."

Shen Sui smiled: "...So, how did he recognize me?"