Tianjiu Peak is really too quiet.

There are so many birds in the broad daylight, and you can hear their disciples practicing in the broad daylight.

But at this moment, no other sound appeared.

All Yan Huailiu could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

Very light, but irritating.

He has really grown up after coming here. Even in this situation, he can still stand there calmly, without trembling or despair.

Bite the side of your tongue with your teeth neither too hard nor too lightly to avoid injury and to keep your face calm.

His cold hands were hidden in the wide sleeves, and his fingertips were about to pinch his palms.

The clouds occasionally dispersed for a few seconds, and the expression on Gu Xingyun's face could be seen clearly in the flash of light.

His face was filled with joy and anticipation.

It was as if I wanted to share with him a treasure that I had hidden for many years.

Yan Huailiu tried his best to keep his voice calm, but he couldn't help but feel indifferent: "When?"

Fortunately, the sound was soft enough and there were only four words, not enough to notice anything was wrong.

Her wrist was gently grabbed and she slid down, trying to interlock her fingers.

Yan Huailiu quickly loosened his fist and held Gu Xingyun's little finger like a child.

This posture was very useful to Gu Xingyun, so he took Yan Huailiu's hand and walked down the last step.

"When I first saw Master."

The young man who is determined to die for love would like to add more chips to his love.

This is the only way to leave a heavier weight in the heart of your lover.

"When I first saw Master, I decided that I would stay by his side for the rest of my life."

"Although Master is a bit willful, he has never thought of expelling me from the sect and is willing to let me stay in the Yuxu Sect."

He is really easy to coax. As long as you give him some benefits, he can beautify all the injuries he has suffered.

"Master, you didn't hate me that much before... did you?"

He asked cautiously.

Yan Huailiu wanted to refute and break his fantasy with bad intentions, but in the end he nodded.

"I knew it." Gu Xingyun's tone was obviously excited: "Master is just taking his anger out on others. He's just... he's just not used to separation. I finally understand now."

If the current Gu Xingyun were to go back to the time when he was beaten, he would definitely grab the whip directly, talk to his master and accompany him through the most painful period.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

At that time, one was young and energetic, and the other was immature, so if they met, they would only get hurt.

Yan Huailiu felt a little uncomfortable in his throat and coughed gently a few times, trying to cough out the thing that was stuck there.

He quickly put on an extra piece of clothing: "It's a bit cold at night, Master, don't catch a cold again."

Yan Huailiu felt like crying and clutched the clothes that smelled of Gu Xingyun.

Suppress the sadness in your heart and help resolve previous misunderstandings.

"I hit you at that time, partly because I couldn't control myself and took my anger out on you, but partly because it was truly for your own good."

He closed his eyes, took a long breath, thought of the unsent letter that his original body had left for Gu Xingyun, and told him everything written in it.

"You've been lying among the dead for so many years, and the corpse qi has penetrated deep into your bones. You need to completely clean out the dirt before you can continue your cultivation."

"The whips that hit you carried spiritual energy. Once the wounds are opened, that spiritual energy can temporarily block them. The Yuxu Sect has rich spiritual energy, which can help purify you no matter where you go."

"You're weak and have no foundation. I can't use radical methods to treat you. I'm afraid you won't be able to absorb the tonic. I can only take it slow."

Yan Huailiu looked down at the road beneath his feet, and with difficulty pulled up the corners of his mouth: "My starting point was good, but I used the wrong method, which is why I hurt you for so many years."

When Gu Xingyun suddenly learned the truth, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and the remaining grudge the size of a fingernail completely disappeared.

Perhaps he was too excited and even started joking: "Master, what you said sounds a bit like an excuse for yourself."

Yan Huailiu looked up at him and smiled reluctantly: "I also hope it's an excuse."

For the first time, selfish emotions took over my mind, but it only lasted for a sentence.

He lowered his eyes and explained, "Everything I said is true."

"Master." Gu Xingyun turned around and hugged him, "I'm sorry, I didn't know this all along."

"It's okay." Yan Huailiu hugged him and looked up at the dark sky: "It's not too late to know now."

It’s not too late to know now. He should have told Gu Xingyun these things.

Now is the time to speak it all out.

"No wonder, I always feel that Master cares about me. Master is willing to let me into the room to serve, willing to let me help tie my hair, and even gave me a wooden sword he made himself."

Gu Xingyun wanted to tell all his discoveries, trying to find the timeline of how the two fell in love in advance.

"I really like that wooden sword. I even hold it when I sleep and never let it go."

"It's a pity that it broke later..."

Yan Huailiu looked a little dazed, and whispered, "I'll give it to you too... Zhuiyue... I'll help you take care of it..."

The sound was completely inaudible by the end.

Gu Xingyun only heard the two words "Zhuiyue".

The two people's residences were close to each other, and Master Qiu Feng thoughtfully prepared a perpetual lamp in the courtyard to wait for their return.

Gu Xingyun stepped into the light, raised his hand and took out Zhuiyue, as if he had a backer, and complained like a spoiled child.

"Speaking of which, Master, Zhuiyue is very disobedient. Can you help me teach it a lesson?"

After a long moment, a hand as white as jade passed through the shadows and took Zhuiyue from Gu Xingyun's hand: "Okay."

The voice was distorted, and Gu Xingyun finally realized something was wrong. He pulled him over and said, "Master? What's wrong with you?"

Yan Huailiu covered his mouth and coughed a few times, trying hard to maintain a normal voice: "I came out of the medicinal spring and was blown by the wind all the way. I might have caught a cold. It's okay, I'll be fine after a good sleep."

Gu Xingyun quickly pulled him back into the house, pressed him onto the bed and wrapped him in several layers of quilts.

"Warm yourself up first. My body temperature is low too. I shouldn't have held Master's hand." Gu Xingyun began to blame himself.

Yan Huailiu sat up curled up, holding Zhuiyue in one hand and grabbing the quilt with the other, leaving only his head exposed.

Gu Xingyun wanted to laugh: "Master, do you remember when we were in Dongyue Town, you were like this, wrapped in a blanket, and wouldn't let go even if someone touched you."

"I only allow my disciples to touch me. If anyone gets close to me, I will hurt them. No matter how hard I try..."

The smile suddenly disappeared, and Gu Xingyun changed the subject unnaturally: "I'll go boil some water. Master, take some medicine before going to bed, otherwise your cold will get worse and it will be bad."

To prevent the wind from blowing in, Gu Xingyun was considerate enough to close the door when he went out.

Yan Huailiu slowly loosened the quilt, lowered his head to look at Zhuiyue in his hands, and whispered: "Zhuiyue, he doesn't like you..."