It's over.
Master seems to have become smarter.
After thinking about several excuses in his mind, Gu Xingyun chose an acceptable one.
"I've been sleeping here with Master for a while now, and I've gotten used to it, so..."
He stood up and looked outside. The sporadic raindrops he felt when he just came back had turned into a heavy downpour.
Gu Xingyun was very satisfied, but he looked at Yan Huailiu with the pitiful eyes of a little puppy: "Master, do you want your disciple to walk back? The rain is not too heavy, and the sky is not too dark."
Yan Huailiu snorted and threw the medicinal oil into his arms: "Get your own bedding and sleep on the couch!"
Really, it makes him seem so heartless, driving people back in such heavy rain.
The goal was achieved, and Gu Xingyun cooperated very well: "Okay, Master. Thank you very much, Master."
He quite likes rainy days. After all... happy memories start from rainy days.
From time to time, the sound of Yan Huailiu coaxing Little Lightning could be heard from behind the screen. Gu Xingyun lay there listening, silently opening the window a crack and admiring the heavy rain outside.
Today, Junior Master Uncle told him a spell suitable for keeping food fresh. He can go back and try it out tomorrow morning.
I haven't found any information about pain in the Dantian during cultivation. It seems his fellow disciples practice something different from him, so I need to ask others.
Master’s birthday is coming soon. I wonder how he wants to celebrate his birthday this year. It shouldn’t be the same as in previous years, right?
His way of arranging people to go to other sects in advance to beat drums and gongs and force them to celebrate his birthday is really... quite offensive.
…
Gu Xingyun's mind was wandering, thinking about all sorts of random issues.
He didn't stand up until the room was completely quiet.
The bed near the window had already been wet. Gu Xingyun closed the window tightly and walked to Yan Huailiu's bed without hesitation.
He still picked up the sleeping kitten and threw it on the couch. He was kind enough to throw it in a place that was not soaked by the rain.
This thing is very similar to his master. Once it falls asleep, no matter how you toss and turn it, it won't wake up.
Gu Xingyun, who successfully regained his bed, looked very happy. He manually adjusted Yan Huailiu's position so that his hands and feet were on his body, and then he closed his eyes contentedly.
The next morning, Gu Xingyun was awakened by the hot warmth in his arms.
Yan Huailiu's whole body was red, but there was not much expression of pain on his face.
"Master, Master, wake up."
Gu Xingyun used his hand to test the temperature of his forehead and pushed him with a worried look on his face.
Yan Huailiu always had a bad temper when he woke up, and he especially hated being woken up. Before he even opened his eyes, he grabbed Gu Xingyun's arm and threw him out.
Gu Xingyun didn't react until he sat on the ground.
He looked at the screen that he had cracked, and then at the person who had turned over on the bed and covered his ears with a pillow. He struggled to get up from the ground, put on his clothes in a hurry, and went to get a basin of hot water.
After a night of heavy rain, the air became much fresher.
The remaining filth was washed away, leaving only a trace of almost pure spiritual energy.
This kind of weather is most suitable for practicing. The disciples of Yuxu Sect took their seats early and started their daily studies.
The sound of the competition came over here from a long distance.
The warm handkerchief was placed on Yan Huailiu's hand, bringing a soothing breath, which slowly calmed his mood.
The person who had been lying in bed was finally willing to get up.
"Master, you feel very hot. Do you have a fever?" Gu Xingyun asked in a low voice.
Yan Huailiu buried his face in his handkerchief and took a deep breath to clear his mind: "No."
When returning the handkerchief, she saw Gu Xingyun's hand and frowned and asked, "What happened to your hand?"
Why is this disciple like a porcelain doll, getting injured every day?
Gu Xingyun's expression was unnatural: "It's okay, I just bumped into it accidentally."
He couldn't say that he was too weak and was thrown off the bed by his master, right?
Even if you act coquettishly, you still have to save face.
"Master, are you really okay? You're all red."
Yan Huailiu raised his hand and looked at it: "It's okay, it's just that my cultivation level is about to be promoted, I have to go into seclusion for a while."
Gu Xingyun lowered his eyes: "So that's how it is."
His master's talent in cultivation is truly incredible, and there is no one else like him.
"During this time, you can practice slowly on your own. If you have any problems, go and discuss it with Chang Huan. I should be able to finish it soon. Oh, and I have to tell Xinghua and the others."
Yan Huailiu yawned and briefly explained what was going to happen next.
Gu Xingyun walked over to help him tidy up his clothes, frowned and asked, "Where are you planning to go for retreat, Master?"
"It's still the same place as before." Yan Huailiu didn't say too much. He raised his chin and let Gu Xingyun button his clothes. Then he walked to the bed and seemed to be looking for something.
"Where's Little Lightning? Did he run out to play so early?"
"Here." Gu Xingyun quickly picked up the little boy who was still asleep in his hands.
Yan Huailiu walked over to pick it up, and glanced at the screen next to him: "Why is it broken?"
"Master, I will help you get a better one in a few days." Gu Xingyun quickly put the kitten in his arms.
Yan Huailiu didn't dwell on those questions anymore. He pinched Little Lightning's ear and said, "Let's go to your place first."
Gu Xingyun hesitated for a moment and quickly followed.
As soon as he walked out of the yard, a carrier pigeon flew into his arms.
Gu Xingyun quickly stuffed the letter into his sleeve and then released the carrier pigeon.
Yan Huailiu just took a look and didn't ask any more questions.
He never asks about other people's private affairs and has a strong sense of boundaries.
Instead, Gu Xingyun felt uncomfortable and took the initiative to explain: "Master, it's just a letter from a friend. If you mind, I will not have any contact with him in the future."
"Hmm? I don't mind. Why should I mind such a question? It's a good thing that you have friends. Talk to friends of the same age more often. If you want to go out and play together, that's fine. You don't have to be around me all day."
Yan Huailiu gave advice sincerely.
Gu Xingyun turned to look at him, and after confirming that there was no dissatisfaction in his eyes, he suddenly felt annoyed.
"Master, are you tired of your disciple always being around you?"
"That's not the case." Yan Huailiu placed his hand on Little Lightning's belly. "I just think that at your age, you should practice hard and enjoy life with your fellow disciples and close friends instead of trapping yourself in daily trivialities."
He sighed, feeling guilty for delaying Gu Xingyun for so long.
You shouldn't rely on this child without permission.
Just because Gu Xingyun was the first person he met when he came to this world, and because he had always felt insecure, he allowed Gu Xingyun to move freely in his world.
Over the years, apart from Baldy, this disciple seemed to be the only one who could make him feel safe.
As long as I'm with him, my emotions rarely get out of control.
He wanted to say thank you, but when he turned around he was suddenly stunned: "Xingyun?"
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