After leaving the main peak, Zhu Yuanqing did not go back to Xiaoyao Peak directly, but instead used a disguise spell on himself and went to the place where the disciples traded.
He had a slender figure, dressed in a snow-white robe, with long black hair that flowed down to his waist like a waterfall, and a waist belt embroidered with dark red patterns firmly tied around his narrow waist.
As the master of Xiaoyao Peak, normally no one dared to look at him, let alone examine his figure and face. But now, mixed in the busy streets, countless eyes fell on him, both overtly and covertly.
Just looking at his back was stunning. Many people stopped and stretched their necks to look at him, but were inevitably disappointed when they saw his face which could only be considered pretty.
However, someone still sent a message to a friend.
Zhu Yuanqing knew nothing about it. His mind was filled with something he had been thinking about for a long time. He walked into a shop as if he knew the place well and knocked on the table.
The person who greeted the guests was an ordinary deacon, who had barely reached the foundation-building stage. He looked into those glazed eyes and saw the reflection of the unkempt man in them. He subconsciously covered his stubble on his chin.
"Sir, you..." He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.
Zhu Yuanqing frowned slightly: "Do you have any Hundred Flowers Wine in your shop?"
"Oh!" The man realized, "Yes, I got a lot of good things at the Hundred Flowers Banquet two years ago."
The deacon picked up a sign: "Let me see... Hundred Flowers Wine..."
He read out the names one by one, but couldn't find what he wanted. Zhu Yuanqing pointed at the table again: "Do you have honey water?"
"Honey water?" The man frowned and sighed, "That's not the case. Back then, when that disciple from Xiaoyao Peak won first place, so many people came to him to buy the honey water, but he refused to sell it at all."
"Alas, I used to have this stuff at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, but this time, not only here, but the whole street doesn't even have it for sale."
The deacon shook his head, thinking of recommending something else, but he saw that the young man had already walked out of the door, and the corner of his snow-white clothes disappeared at the door.
A disciple of Xiaoyao Peak.
Zhu Yuanqing left the shop and couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when he thought of the child with red eyes who hugged him before leaving.
On the day he left, Jing Yuan rarely practiced and spent the entire day in the kitchen, making himself covered in dust. In the end, he brought out several large boxes of pastries, which were piled higher than a person.
When they separated, the child didn't know how to act like a spoiled child. With red eyes, he put boxes of cakes into the storage ring and promised that he would practice well.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanqing smiled helplessly, his slightly sharp eyes curved, and a spring breeze suddenly blew, disturbing the hearts of many disciples.
Perhaps because many disciples were out, there were not many people on the street at this time. In addition, Zhu Yuanqing was taller than many people, so he stood out as he walked slowly.
Many disciples lowered their voices when talking.
"Have you heard? That little lunatic is almost reaching the stage of Dan!"
"Tsk, he's only been practicing for a short time, how is that possible?"
"Don't disbelieve me, isn't he in seclusion? I heard he prepared a lot of pill-forming medicine before his retreat. Maybe he can really succeed!"
"Isn't his talent average? How come he's so fast?"
"Who knows? Look at how fast he's been cultivating these years. How can he be so unqualified? If you ask me, it's the Xiaoyao Peak Master who has good eyesight and saved him from Cui Yi."
"Haha, isn't Cui Yi that brat relying on the Wuxiang Peak Master to bully others? I heard he nearly lost his life in the last demon-slaying incident, and he hasn't even woken up yet..."
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Zhu Yuanqing didn't listen anymore as he was already on his way to Xiaoyao Peak.
Stepping into the courtyard, the Albizia Julibrissin tree was still standing tall, the stone table was clean, and some medicinal herbs for strengthening the body were planted next to it, just like many years ago.
He was in a trance for a moment and almost thought that he had never left.
There was no one in the yard. Zhu Yuanqing walked towards the back mountain and suddenly covered his chest.
He frowned and looked around, sweeping his spiritual sense around, but there was nothing unusual, as if the furry feeling on his chest was an illusion.
Without thinking any more, he walked away, leaving behind the white-haired ball with half its face buried in the ground, kicking its non-existent legs.
Host and host QAQ
As soon as he entered the back mountain, Zhu Yuanqing felt the dissipated Jindan stage spiritual energy surging over the ground, which showed that its owner had a deep foundation.
At this moment, the scorching breath was coming from far away and rushing towards him rapidly.
Zhu Yuanqing took off his disguise, his brows slightly curved, and looked at the black shadow in the distance rushing towards him.
“Master!”
The voice was clear, with the mellow and deep voice of an adult male, and it hit his eardrum directly.
At the same time, a pair of strong arms instantly wrapped around his waist and embedded him in the arms of another person.
In front of him was a broad and powerful chest, and his hands, which had nowhere to put, were pressed against the man's waist and abdomen. Under his hands were strong and powerful muscles, and Zhu Yuanqing could even feel the obvious lines.
The breath on his neck was hot, and a warm face was pressed against his face. Next to him were Zhu Yuanqing's eyes, which were widened in surprise, his long eyelashes trembling, his pupils filled with surprise and bewilderment, and a confusion as if he were in another world.
Xiaojing...when did you grow up so big?
His thoughts were in a mess and he didn't notice that the person on his neck took a deep breath and the arm around his waist tightened.
His waist was too thin, and there was still some room left when his forearm was gripping it. Jing Yuan's eyes were dark, and he resisted the urge to hold him tighter, forcing himself to let go. When he looked up, there was only pure joy and admiration on his face.
"Master, you've been gone for a long time." His voice was lost, and he half lowered his head, looking like a big dog drenched in rain.
Zhu Yuanqing immediately put aside all the unnecessary thoughts and rubbed Jingyuan's head. As usual, he gently rubbed the fluffy touch against the palm of his hand.
This familiar gesture instantly dispelled the strangeness Zhu Yuanqing had felt since they hadn't seen each other for so long, as if all these years of separation hadn't even existed. He couldn't help but laugh, "It's been so long, Xiao Jing, why is she still acting like a spoiled child?"
"Master..." Jing Yuan's eyes were bright, and his pair of puppy eyes stared straight at him. His black eyeballs seemed to be absorbing light, trying to suck in the person in front of him.
He has sharp eyebrows and deep facial features. He is about the same height as Zhu Yuanqing, but his shoulders are broader and his muscles are more obvious. He looks a little bigger than Zhu Yuanqing.
"You've grown up..." Zhu Yuanqing touched the corner of his eyes, and was suddenly shocked by the man's stare. He was about to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by someone.
Jing Yuan almost used up all his strength to control the strength in his palms, holding Zhu Yuanqing's hand and placing it on the side of his face.
These hands once held his sword, covered him with a blanket, wiped his sweat, and carried him into the clouds...
It was his unbearable delusion that had been lingering for years...
Jing Yuan smiled brightly, his face full of purity. He held the jade-like hand, and his other hand was still on Zhu Yuanqing's waist, burying all those shameful thoughts deep in his heart.
"Master, I miss you..."
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